The Global Tin Market Supports Positive Price Outlook
A critical shortage in tin supply is setting the stage for a positive price outlook for the commodity with deficits expected to persist in the foreseeable future.
This situation has arisen due to several factors including the lack of new tin discoveries and global events that have hindered the ability of tin miners and refiners to bring new supply into the market.
Since 1985, only four new tin mines have been put into production, now there are only a handful of operating, economic, and sustainable projects. There has been a general lack of new tin mineral exploration that has left the tin supply in desperate need of new discoveries.
The leading tin-producing nations have exhausted their near-surface high-grade tin deposits. Their mines are getting deeper, grades are declining, and operations are becoming more expensive. As a result, the London and Shanghai Metals Exchanges are experiencing historically low levels of tin supply.
China, the world’s largest tin-producing country is also the leading consumer of tin. In 2022, China accounted for approximately 30% of the global tin supply and 47% of the global tin consumption. What is alarming is that China’s tin production has consistently declined over the past 15 years which has coincided with global tin reserves being depleted over the same timeframe. According to USGS projections, this trend is expected to continue, and the supply deficit is expected to widen through 2030 and beyond.
Recent events have further impacted the global tin supply situation.
Indonesia, the second-largest tin-producing nation, has announced plans to limit or ban tin exports to create greater economic benefit within its borders by processing the metal in-country. The country’s Energy and Mining Minister, Arifin Tasrif stated, ‘What we are not allowing is exporting raw materials because these minerals are not renewable.’ The country only consumes 5% of the refined tin it produces and exports 95%. With China being the top importer of Indonesian tin bars, this would impact China’s ability to source enough tin that it needs as the largest solar panel and consumer electronics manufacturer in the world.
The third largest tin-producing nation, Myanmar, announced a mining ban to start in August 2023. Although previously thought to be uncertain, the Wa State recently released a comprehensive implementation plan for the suspension of all mining activities, demonstrating serious intent to proceed with the proposed ban. This will have devastating effects, further tightening the global tin supply. In 2022, Myanmar accounted for 77% of China’s tin ore imports with the Wa region accounting for 70% of Myanmar’s total tin production.
Minsur, the second-largest refined tin producer in the world, suspended its operations for the entirety of Q1 2023. Operations were suspended due to protests in Peru. Although the company has since resumed operations, it is likely they will continue to face disruptions for the remainder of the year.
The eight largest tin producer, EM Vinto in Bolivia, was also shut down all of Q1 2023 due to its inability to source enough coal from Peru to power its smelter. EM Vinto’s operations have resumed however, it is not out of the question that further disruptions occur due to the lack of a reliable coal supplier.
China’s Q1 2023 tin production declined. The country’s tin production was affected by lower concentrate grades and reduced tin imports from Myanmar. The country’s domestic mine feedstock grade also dropped lowering the total tin tonnes produced in the quarter. Guangxi China Tin, a major tin producer in the country was on care and maintenance for 2 months, further impacting China’s ability to contribute to the world’s global tin production.
The International Tin Association forecasts 3 scenarios based on the disruptions facing key tin-producing nations and companies; all show negative growth in global refined tin supply.
The most optimistic scenario sees a 4% decrease in refined tin supply, the neutral scenario would result in a 7% decrease in refined tin supply, and the most pessimistic scenario would lead to a 12% decrease in refined tin supply.
With so many factors inhibiting the growth in tin supply in the near and long term, the scarcity of the metal will be a catalyst for higher tin prices for the rest of the year and beyond.
The tin market is relatively small compared to other metals; any small disruption will have a large impact on the tin price.
A New Player in the Tin Space Exploring for New Sources of Tin
Tincorp Metals Inc. (OTCQX: TINFF, TSXV: TIN) is a company exploring for new sources of tin. It is a Canadian company exploring tin deposits in Bolivia and has secured agreements to acquire 100% interest in the SF and Porvenir tin projects located in the heart of the Bolivian Tin Belt in the Potosi Department, a world-renowned tin region.
Stay tuned for our next article to find out more about our two tin projects.

My sister and I used to do all kinds of stuf when we were young (4) and (3). Idk how we understood sex at that point but its all foggy i cant remember that far back i literally have 2 memories from then and they are not happy ones. We kept on doing stuff until we realized that its wrong. We had no internet or anything, we knew it wasnt okay tho but we just didnt know how bad it was. Before we had stopped though my 2 male older cousins found out what we were doing. They had already hit puberty and I was about 7 yo. They were over alot since we were close.They would make me show them what i did to my sister. It was awkward af i'd say no and they'd start yelling. We lived in a good area but they didn't so they were already "gangsta" and to be honest i'd get scared and do as they said. They'd jerk off during it and then at some point would push me off and do it themselves. I used to just be there and try not to watch. I was scared for my sister. At some point i couldn't tolerate it anymore so i left the room. They then closed the door. Ever since then they'd lock the door and make me wait outside while they did what they did, I could see vague shapes through the living room glass door ( it was semi transparent but just enough to see entities moving).This kept happening for years until i hit puberty and threatened to tell my parents. Some point of me feels like it was my fault for doing stuff with my sister in the first place. I was so dumb for not threatening them earlier. Idk why i let it happen. This is just the start though in those years they lowkey made me do alot more. The worst part is they'd laugh.

(Disclaimer: the following is one users opinion and doesn’t reflect the creative team or speak with any kind of authority.)
Longtime Keeper, thought I’d make a post on something I’ve seen happen a lot in the space: banning of certain playbooks at the table.
I don’t think it’s a great practice. Keeps players from inhabiting the corner of fantasy that feels good for them within the system, which feels meh to me, as a facilitator. The goal is to give players an experience they enjoy, and also for YaoU the Keeper to have fun.
If I can do that by letting someone play the Child of Prophecy born to bring balance to the Force? Heck yeah man.
Also wanted to share some tips and tricks from my own table to help with situations where a book feels too OP Or controls story too much for folks liking.
The top 3 I read complaints about:
Chosen: A) They are specifically chosen for SOMETHING. They’re a person in the world who has been clued into their purpose. Use that to keep the player grounded as much as to make them feel special. B)Destiny’s Plaything is a POTENT narrative tool that can weave into a greater narrative in interesting ways while keeping other players engaged.
Monstrous: Yeah, these are strong, they have the potential to heal, and can be broken(if you let them). Lean into their curse, lean into things like Sharp or Cool rolls to dictate how they keep the monster in check.
Divine: Lean into their Mission, narratively. Yes they have a potent toolset, but that means you can make the stakes that much bigger.
Always be asking the other players at the table “how does (character) feel about (other character) doing (thing)”. It creates relationships and emotional tension between ANY set of playbooks.
my guiding star more than anything with making this post:
When you run a mystery, there are ways to make what they’ve been called in to investigate feel big, scary or beyond their capabilities, even for Chosen ones or Divinely touched characters, such that as they navigate the plot, and collaborate in telling the story, everyone has the chance to feel fulfilled, from the Mundane all the way to the Divine.
Put them in a living world that encourages them to respond and explore and any archetype can feel powerful, useful or fun.
Hope this helps!

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So... this is the world that they have been fighting oh so hard for...
A figure stood at a window, gazing at the ever-present void floating above the sky.
You must be Leviathan. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
Vizier, yes? Why are you speaking with me? Baron should have told you what you were supposed to do.
Sorry. Just wanted to meet my new master for myself.
You don't need to worry though. I've been gathering the Sacrifices for your game. I'll have enough by the time we're ready to go.
Guests from other worlds seem to be falling from the sky as of late. I've mostly been gathering some of those for your game. Since they weren't supposed to be here in the first place, nobody should notice them getting taken away. Hopefully, I can find enough that way, but if I can't... I guess I can always grab a few locals to get us to the numbers we need.
Make sure that you do so, then. For your own sake.
Now, I'll be stepping out. I expect you to get back to work.
Are... are you sure that you should be going anywhere? I know you've got your new vessel but...
It will be fine. I have something to take care of before the game begins.
There's an old friend I need to visit...

A Remote Hope’s Peak Academy Facility…

Thank you for meeting with me, Miss Harukawa.
It's a pleasure, sir. Really.
I'll be honest. After the whole mess with Mister Punk, I was afraid that you might not have made it out of there alive.
Well, I did get stabbed. But it wasn't that big of a deal. Hardly the first time that's happened. But I had to lay low for a while and recover.
From what I hear, you were instrumental in helping our people identify where the Vortox's facility was located. We owe you a debt.
I'm not sure that we actually managed to accomplish much there. But you're welcome, I guess?
So... This organization... Vortox. I need a full debrief on them. You were a member, right?
Yes. I had been for a while. I was going by the code name "Po". At least until they realized that I had turned traitor.
Daisaku Bandai is, more or less, the group leader. His code name was "Vigormortis". All of us were named after various roles from the game "Blood on the Clocktower", actually.
Chihiro Fujisaki was "Poisoner". I'm sure you know plenty of what he was up to, but he was a particularly key member given his successful infiltration of your inner circle. At least, he was before his death.
...
Korekiyo Shinguji is "Undertaker". He was the one who stabbed Miu Iruma a few months back, but otherwise, he's been keeping a pretty low profile.
So, that was Korekiyo under the mask? He nearly stabbed me.
He stabs a lot of people. Heck, he's even the one who stabbed.
Huh. Given your talent, I'm surprised that he would've been able to get the better of you. How did that happen?
Oh... I suppose I got sloppy. Shameful, I know...
Whatever. That's not important. Please continue.
There's also "Baron"... I'm afraid I don't actually know who they are. The group mostly uses online chatrooms on the dark web to communicate. But Baron is particularly secretive. I know that they were a very early recruit, but I never met them in person.
Whoever they are... They thrive on secrecy. This person didn't even bother to show up when we were about to turn Mr Punk into a vessel for the Vortox. All of the group's plans were about to come to fruition. They were about to create a whole new multiverse of their own. And they still stayed hidden through it all. I'm not sure that even Bandai knows who they are.
That would be the one who killed Yasuke... So, even you don't know who they are... Regretable...
Now, there's one more member. I'm afraid you won't like to hear this though.
What do you mean?
The final member goes by "Spy". Her real name is Kyoko Kirigi.
...
That's not possible. That can't be right. I knew that I shouldn't have trusted you...
It's not a lie. Kyoko is one of them. She has been for a while now.
Don't lie to me! My daughter would never be a part of something like this.
She's the one who warned me about you all to start with! They tried to attack her for god's sake!
And that was probably when she was recruited. Bandai... or rather, Vigormortis... he has this weapon. One that he can use to change people. Turn them into loyal servants of the Vortox. He used it on Kyoko. He used it on all of us.
I'm a bit... unclear on the details. But I believe that Vigormortis, Poisoner, Spy, Undertaker, Baron, and Po are all beings from another world. Very powerful and malevolent beings that are responsible for the very existence of Blood on the Clocktower and have used the game's existence to exert influence on other worlds. But, they needed vessels to host their consciousnesses. That's what Vigormortis' weapon does. It fuses the mind of a host body with that of one of these otherworldly creatures.
Kyoko and the others... they aren't quite themselves anymore. They've become something else. Beings that have invaded the bodies of individuals from this world to enact their will.
You're all possessed? What about you, though? If you've been joined with one of these beings, why'd you betray your kind?
Well, something happened to me when I was in the Neo World Program. Back when all those Nagitos from that other world put a bunch of us into a game. The being known as Po was erased as a side effect. It must have happened when I lost. Because ever since then, Po has been gone and I've just been... me. And ever since then, I've been working against their interests on the inside.
I see... And could this method be used to save Kyoko and the others?
Eh... They'll probably end up brain dead if you tried to replicate that. I think the Nagitos were doing something a little special with the program. You'll probably need to use another method if you want to free anybody else from their control.
...
What are they even after? These Vortox beings?
I believe they serve a particularly powerful being, even compared to themselves. The titular Vortox. I'm a little vague about the details.
As I've said, "Po" and "Maki" were basically different beings sharing one body. And "Po" knew a lot more than Maki ever did about what was going on with our body. So with "Po" erased, I don't really know anything that Po didn't say out loud.
I tried to learn as much as I could during my infiltration. But I didn't want the Death Cult to get too suspicious about my lack of knowledge, so I couldn't really ask too many questions.
And, of course, I have no idea what they're up to now that their big master plan has fallen through. My access to my online account was revoked and I never heard about any backup plans.
I see. I think that'll be all for now. I'll have Dr. Gekkogahara come and see you. Would you be able to go over some of the more mundane details of your time with Vortox with her? I'm sure it'd be very helpful for her to compile as much data as possible.
I'll talk to her as much as she likes. But there is one more thing I know that you should be aware of.
Those beings from that other world... there are people that they can't take control of. At least two people that I know of.
One is Nagito Komaeda. I don't really know the full details, But I heard that the Po tried to take control of him once and failed.
The other is Ruruka Ando. Vortox tried to recruit her under the name of "Oracle". They had her run a game of Blood on the Clocktower that was supposed to end with the losing team's deaths. But she refused to go through with the execution. She saved their lives.
I think those two are special somehow. Something about them makes them able to reject the influence of these other beings.
I understand if you don't want to work with somebody as worthless and unreliable as Nagito, but I think you should seek out Ruruka. If you want to stop the Vortox, she'd be invaluable. These things were able to turn somebody as gentle as Chihiro and as strong as Kyoko into their playthings, yet she defied them.
Ruruka... Really? I can see how Nagito might be too Nagito for these things to be able to control him. But I wouldn't have expected Ruruka to possess such an ability.
Sit tight... Miss Gekkogahara will be with you shortly... I've got some other matters to attend to.
I... have a lot I need to think about. But I appreciate your help with these matters, Miss Harukawa...
It was my pleasure, Mister Kirigiri.
With a polite bow, Jin Kirigiri left who he believed to be Maki Harukawa behind and began to make his way down to his office. His steps were heavy as he walked. His mind wandered back to the testimony he'd heard.
Kyoko...
With thoughts of his absent daughter dragged into the conflict that had cost him a friend. Jin Kirigi entered his office without paying too much attention to his surrounds. Even as he went over to his office window, he failed to notice that somebody was already inside. It was only as a strange white smoke began to rise that Jin noticed a figure reflected in the glass.

H...huh...
By the time Jin realized what was happening, it was too late. The darkness overtook him and his consciousness faded. Without another word, the figure in the Gas Mask opened up a portal. As soon as they dragged him past it, the portal vanished, leaving an empty office behind.

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I think it might be time to give up.
Three members of the organization known as Vortox sat around a dusty warehouse, digging through file after file. Blueprints. Stolen Hope’s Peak documents. Research notes. Each one having belonged to the absent Chihiro Fujisaki.
Ever since their most recent plan had gone up in flames, the group had been digging through these files in desperation. They’d been forced to keep a low profile after some heavy losses and had been forced to come through their lost comrade’s files in hopes of finding some sort of path forward.
Now, now, Spy. The early worm cannot get the cake if they give up too quickly!
We've been going over Poisoner's research for months now though. There's nothing in here. Nothing of any value to the Vortox. Everything he has is only relevant to the old plan. He didn't think to account for failure.
She's right. We haven't made any progress since the vessel was lost. Whatever we do next, we can't rely on whatever Poisoner left behind.
Well, until we hear from the Vortox again, we don't have any choice but to at least try and find something in this data that we can use. So we'd better get back to work.
Having a bit of trouble, are you?
Leviathan?!?
You've came to this world? Why?
I think you know why, Vigormortis. You know exactly why I've come.
...
You, Po, and Vortox... you've all grown weak. The rest of us all see it. Did you really expect that none of us would do anything about that?
You consider us weak? An upstart like you has no right...
You've always been weak, Vigormortis. From the moment you chose to serve another demon. But, even whatever power you had before has dwindled after your failures in this world.
The Vortox failed to obtain her vessel. Po fled this world with his tail between his legs. And you've found yourself hiding. It's pathetic what has become of you.
I've heard enough! Spy. Undertaker. Seize him.
...
...
What do you two think you're doing?
They aren't going to do anything. They're servants, at heart. Servants for our kind. If you've gotten too weak to lead, why would they get in my way?
You're no longer fit to rule. Your comrade, Baron, saw it too. They help me secure a new vessel. Told me exactly where to find you.
It's my turn. Vortox can stay exactly where she is. I'll be the one who rules over this pathetic little world.
Back off... Leviathan... You can't...
It's my turn. Vortox can stay exactly where she is. I'll be the one who rules over this pathetic little world. Isn't that right?
...
I suppose so.
We're ready to serve your will, Leviathan.
N-no...
You had your chance, Vigormortis. Goodbye.
A large dark red key began to form in Leviathan's hand. With a twisted grin, the being plunged the key through Daisuku Bandai's chest. A blood-curdling scream filled the warehouse before falling silent. Daisuke Bandai collapsed to the floor, motionless.
Come. We've got work to do.

This is specifically in regards to hoops/frames/hands/etc. I am challenging myself to start a few large projects this year and am looking forward to them, however I am a bit daunted by the actual method of framing while stitching.
The smallest of these projects is 41.5 cm x 72.5 cm and the largest is around 80 cm x 110 cm.
I am currently a big fan of rectangular "scroll" frames for my midsize projects. The 12" x 21" (30.4 cm x 53 cm) is about the largest I can comfortably use though before the weight is uncomfortable to hold. Most of these larger projects are simply too big to fit, as there would be too much bulk if trying to fold over excess aida to theoretically match the size of the frame. I also typically work from bed as I am chronically ill so any floor-based easel style frames don't work well for me when needing to have my legs up.
I've used hoops in the past though I'm generally pretty over them, the constant fight for tension and the deep creases after make them almost more frustrating than it's worth. However if it's easiest to use a hoop and just adjust it around the larger project as you go I will absolutely try to make it work as that currently is the only option I can think of.
I've never tried just using my hands to hold the project; is that likely to be the best method other than shifting a hoop around the project? If so, can you recommend any good videos to show how people use that method? I have a few small projects I can use to learn how before diving into one of my challenge pieces.
Any help or advice on this will be greatly appreciated! Thank you all in advance!

Looking for critique and input. Trying to meld my favorite genres together for the first time. Thanks for any help!
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There were marks that ran from her ankles to her elbows. They kept her face fair for the parades. She was starved, this much I could tell from the way her clothes hung from her arms.
There was no determinate feature but I knew she was royalty by how she endured the omega lycans who brought her here. Ravenous, wild creatures whose manes were unkempt and their names forgotten in the sand, having been unable to return to their human forms long ago.
Still, they knew she didn't belong in Ember Canyon. Bringing her to the castle instead. A sign of their humanity that I have not seen in more than 500 years. They could have eaten her. But instead they chose to bring this tribute to their king. How could I not show them my teeth in return?
And as my eyes wandered to wonder, I found myself questioning, after nearly 10,000 years since the Akasia wars, what of this peace will humans do with it?
"Lord Ignictus, it seems the child is from the neighboring kingdom of men." Nail my advisor for over two mankinds, was ever cautious. A necromancer who could taste the shift in the air with his forkeded tongue. Calculative as ever as he gazed upon the tiny creature before us.
Nearly snarling as he withdrew at the sight of the young woman extending out her arm to one of the heathenous beasts and it purred beneath her fingers.
It was then that I realized, that these beasts that had been circling her, snarling, baring their teeth in my hall until my guests were parted. Had not come here for me.
They were here for her.
"Approach," Nail declared.
One of the wolves snapped at the air between them while the others circled closely behind.
Nail raised his hand in a plume of blue smoke and ended the distance between them. The magic splintering across its snout. The beast growled and snarled back angrily the hairs on its neck stood ferociously.
"Enough," I commanded as Nail withdrew his reach back into his robes. And appeased as the beast snorted from his nostrils, and retrieving itself behind the woman.
Her hands brushed the beast's face where Nail had struck him. The blue magic still on his fur, danced across her hands, bursting across her skin in sparks of electric lesions that made her skin glow red. Yet her face never changed, never wavered at the pain.
I looked at Nail.
"Lycan hide is mainly magic resistant. My lord. Though it seems to retain my spellcasting."
"He'll be fine," she spoke. Rubbing the last of the magic away from beneath her palms. As a human specie she had no magic of her own. Or resistance to it in any natural manner. In fact, my encounters with her kind showed that they were nothing more than soft, unarmored, unclawed, short toothed bags of flesh.
"You will not address The Dark Lord Ignitcus until spoken to human," Nail hissed beside me.
"What is your name woman?"
She approached slowly and bowed. Her head low a thousand times by practice. "I am lady Alune of kingdom Eir. I have come to ask for your protection."
There was howling amongst my guests. Bickering and growling amongst those present as well. Nail flicked his hand and a raven appeared. The bird was cold and rigid, with dry empty hollows for eyes having been gouged out and singed by the advisor eons ago.
"There are humans afoot my lord," he leaned in and whispered. "They are at the edge of our territory."
"How many?"
"Three on horseback. And a druid following closely behind." The raven's face twitched. "There could be more of them hidden in that druid's magic."
"Send a minion horde to remind them of where they are. And an emissary, not one of the grunts to greet them."
Nail nodded and turned to the eyeless raven and breathed out from his mouth a dense gas that filled its beak. He then crushed the raven between his fingers and it turned into a cloud of smoke. Blowing the remainder in his hands at the court. The haze traveled amongst the angry demons like a confectionary satisfying a sweet tooth. They quelled and would not be able to speak for several breaths.
The castle thundered with my voice, "Demon kind have warred with humans since the first Make. Siding with the Gate Keepers since the great wars. Coming here, I have every reason to kill you and no reason to spare your life. So what makes you think that I would be a choice for protection?"
"Because I am to be the princess."
The demons broke the spell with jesters and laughter.
"I am to be wed to the king's son, the Prince of Eir. But I have run away. And very soon a hunting party will come for me. They will be led by the King's eldest. Prince Calvern. He is said to be fearless and without defeat. The Angel of Novagrande. And he will enter your nation and demand that you return me in order to keep the peace between our two lands."
Nail stepped forward and the wolves bristled their necks, "How. Dare. You." There is anger etched into his face, lines of magic surging through his body.
"I am sorry my lord. I am merely stating what will happen. It is up to your to accept or deny them."
"This creatures means to put us at war, my liege." Nail opened his hand, and it glowed red with fire. "Let me end her now before she sets the world ablaze."
"Calvern," I breathed. "He will demand for me?"
"Yes my lord."
"In my lands," I laughed. I could see the gleam appearing upon the eyes of my kingdemon as the thirst for blood silenced their other depravities. "They wish to come here. And make demands," I addressed them. Stepping off the throne in one stride and faced her. The omega lycans cowered around her, all except one. It faced me at the chest high. Its fangs bared, but its tail down with closed eyes.
"Nera," she said.
Slowly the wolf retreated. Fangs still bared.
I stood before her, towering over her shoulders as if my shadow were curtains. She was so tiny compared to me. Her waist easily able to fit in one hand. A thousand years ago, I would have grabbed her and crushed her between my fingers simply for being a human in my realms. Less now for the way she looked at me, unwavering. Uneducated in the danger she was in. Unaware of the power I held, and the brittleness of her bones.
However, unlike the others. She did not come in screaming and begging for her life. She came into my lair willingly.
"There will be none who take from me. But I believe. You already knew that." I stared into her eyes, letting the fire burn as if to consume her, to make her yield. A gift from the first fire given to my by the Earth, that would consume any as I let it rage. I could see sweat running down her face as the temperature grew, yet she never broke gaze. Anymore and she would be blind, I was sure of it.
"Tell the troops to wait for me. I will go greet this Prince and remind his people why this country has no walls on its border."
"My liege," Nail pleaded. "It is a necessary task to set examples for the humans to follow in their predecessors. A following of fear to not enter your lands. However, this is a prince, and not a mere commoner. Any confrontation will become personal to their king. Even more if he were to be greeted by the Lord of the castle, and mistreated. But perhaps if one of the minions slayed him, it would be more beneficial."
"Am I the Lord of this castle now? Or the ruler of these realms?"
"Forgive me," Nail withdrew. "I shall send word." He paused, "For the time being. What shall I do with the girl?"
"Leave her."
"Not to the dungeons?" Nail turned to stare at the beasts that had gathered around her. The one she called Nera whome he had struck and bared its teeth nestled closely to her legs to keep her warm. "Not to the dungeons then my Lord."
I shrugged my shoulders and brushed them, removing the conjuration seals. Hell armor, crafted from the iron of the blood from my enemies appeared. And from the darkness, I plunged in my hand, and withdrew my sword Shimmer. Hammered by dwarves from the heart the Earth's core. It weighed over ten pillars.
"Let us meet this prince," I grinned.

The Global Tin Market Supports Positive Price Outlook
A critical shortage in tin supply is setting the stage for a positive price outlook for the commodity with deficits expected to persist in the foreseeable future.
This situation has arisen due to several factors including the lack of new tin discoveries and global events that have hindered the ability of tin miners and refiners to bring new supply into the market.
Since 1985, only four new tin mines have been put into production, now there are only a handful of operating, economic, and sustainable projects. There has been a general lack of new tin mineral exploration that has left the tin supply in desperate need of new discoveries.
The leading tin-producing nations have exhausted their near-surface high-grade tin deposits. Their mines are getting deeper, grades are declining, and operations are becoming more expensive. As a result, the London and Shanghai Metals Exchanges are experiencing historically low levels of tin supply.
China, the world’s largest tin-producing country is also the leading consumer of tin. In 2022, China accounted for approximately 30% of the global tin supply and 47% of the global tin consumption. What is alarming is that China’s tin production has consistently declined over the past 15 years which has coincided with global tin reserves being depleted over the same timeframe. According to USGS projections, this trend is expected to continue, and the supply deficit is expected to widen through 2030 and beyond.
Recent events have further impacted the global tin supply situation.
Indonesia, the second-largest tin-producing nation, has announced plans to limit or ban tin exports to create greater economic benefit within its borders by processing the metal in-country. The country’s Energy and Mining Minister, Arifin Tasrif stated, ‘What we are not allowing is exporting raw materials because these minerals are not renewable.’ The country only consumes 5% of the refined tin it produces and exports 95%. With China being the top importer of Indonesian tin bars, this would impact China’s ability to source enough tin that it needs as the largest solar panel and consumer electronics manufacturer in the world.
The third largest tin-producing nation, Myanmar, announced a mining ban to start in August 2023. Although previously thought to be uncertain, the Wa State recently released a comprehensive implementation plan for the suspension of all mining activities, demonstrating serious intent to proceed with the proposed ban. This will have devastating effects, further tightening the global tin supply. In 2022, Myanmar accounted for 77% of China’s tin ore imports with the Wa region accounting for 70% of Myanmar’s total tin production.
Minsur, the second-largest refined tin producer in the world, suspended its operations for the entirety of Q1 2023. Operations were suspended due to protests in Peru. Although the company has since resumed operations, it is likely they will continue to face disruptions for the remainder of the year.
The eight largest tin producer, EM Vinto in Bolivia, was also shut down all of Q1 2023 due to its inability to source enough coal from Peru to power its smelter. EM Vinto’s operations have resumed however, it is not out of the question that further disruptions occur due to the lack of a reliable coal supplier.
China’s Q1 2023 tin production declined. The country’s tin production was affected by lower concentrate grades and reduced tin imports from Myanmar. The country’s domestic mine feedstock grade also dropped lowering the total tin tonnes produced in the quarter. Guangxi China Tin, a major tin producer in the country was on care and maintenance for 2 months, further impacting China’s ability to contribute to the world’s global tin production.
The International Tin Association forecasts 3 scenarios based on the disruptions facing key tin-producing nations and companies; all show negative growth in global refined tin supply.
The most optimistic scenario sees a 4% decrease in refined tin supply, the neutral scenario would result in a 7% decrease in refined tin supply, and the most pessimistic scenario would lead to a 12% decrease in refined tin supply.
With so many factors inhibiting the growth in tin supply in the near and long term, the scarcity of the metal will be a catalyst for higher tin prices for the rest of the year and beyond.
The tin market is relatively small compared to other metals; any small disruption will have a large impact on the tin price.
A New Player in the Tin Space Exploring for New Sources of Tin
Tincorp Metals Inc. (OTCQX: TINFF, TSXV: TIN) is a company exploring for new sources of tin. It is a Canadian company exploring tin deposits in Bolivia and has secured agreements to acquire 100% interest in the SF and Porvenir tin projects located in the heart of the Bolivian Tin Belt in the Potosi Department, a world-renowned tin region.
Stay tuned for our next article to find out more about our two tin projects.

Girls: Izzy
Boys: Ezekiel, Mal
Episode 26: Hawaiian Punch
"Previously, on Total Drama World Tour!" Chris said, the first clip of the recap showing a pan from the wrecked plane to Izzy, Mal, and the host himself. "The Final Three took off like bats out of Drumheller," Chris continued as Mal was shown ducking behind a rock with a smirk, Izzy and Topher took off into the air in a makeshift hot air balloon, and Ezekiel was reading a newspaper in the train's passenger car.
"Unfortunately, Izzy brought Topher the plane-wrecker along for the ride," Chris added as the two teens were shown flying into the hailstorm. "Even more unfortunate? A broken yeti heart." Mal was shown being disgusted by the yeti kissing him.
"Thankfully, Ezekiel Clone made things less crappy to watch," the host conceded as Ezekiel Clone was shown chasing Ezekiel around the dessert cart. "Good times!" the host added as Ezekiel's boat hit a naval mine and were blown into the air.
"In the end, Mal the Mayhem King reached Hawaii first," he said as Mal's triumphant arrival on the beach was shown. "And Captain Canada and Princess Destructo tied for second place," he added as Ezekiel's boat was shown crashing into Izzy's, sending both finalists and Topher flying onto the beach at the same time. Chris laughed as the Final Three reacted with shock at the tie.
"Who will Mal face in the final challenge?" Chris asked, the recap ending with a flash to the beach, where the Final Three were lined up behind him. "And who will go home with a million dollars?!" he exclaimed in a dramatic emcee's voice. "Iiiiiit's finale time! Right here, on Total! Drama! World Tour!"
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"Welcome to the live finale of Total Drama World Tour," Chris said, a triumphant tune already playing as the camera zoomed in on him, the finalists, and Dawn and Harold standing on the beach. "Moments ago, these guys tied for second in a boat sandwich," he said, the shot zooming in on the finalists before he stepped over to join them. "Tasty!" he added.
"During the break, we sent them to vent in the confessional. Check it!" Chris told the camera.
Confessional: Izzy
Izzy was first, and the new Hawaiian confessional seemed to be a roofless wooden outhouse set up somewhere in the jungle, based on the vines that were drooping into it.
"Finale time!!! I can't wait to purchase my very own race track and monster truck!" she cheered. "Granted, I tied with Ezekiel to the finish line, but I think I can handle him."
She paused for a moment. "It's Mal that's the most challenging. He shouldn't be in juvenile detention. That guy belongs in jail!"
Confessional: Ezekiel
Ezekiel's confessional started with a whoop of joy. "I can't believe how close I am to the million dollars! With that amount of money, I can hire more teachers to homeschool me and buy new and advanced books to study from."
He facepalmed his head. "I just have to beat Izzy and Mal in order to reach that goal."
Confessional: Mal
Mal was next. "Getting rid of the fifteen past losers was like scraping gum off my shoe. A bit sticky, but oh so satisfying! And with Mike trapped in my subconscious, that million dollars is mine!"
He delved into maniacal laughter once more, with the background fading into a fiery inferno before the shot zoomed into his subconscious again.
Mike, Manitoba Smith, Vito, Svetlana, and Chester have reached the top, panting in exhaustion from the stairs they had climbed.
Mike, who still had Chester on his back, walked over to a red button in the center of the room. "Oh, come on. We came all the way up here for a lousy button?" Mike complained.
"It's a destruction button, you ninny!" Chester stated.
"What? What does it do?" Svetlana asked.
"You see this tower here?" Chester started. "You press this button, and the tower goes kaboom!"
"Why would Mal have a self-destruct button?" Vito asked incredulously.
"Mal made this tower and since his head is all swelled up, he put this button there just to mock us for not being able to stand up to him," Manitoba deduced.
"But what if it hurts all of us?" Mike asked in concern.
"It's not going to kill us. That's not how DID works!" Chester moaned. "Mal will lose control of his body when his tower is destroyed."
"And after that, Mike and Mal will have to go one-on-one to see who'll claim control!" Svetlana realized.
"Hold up. I have to fight Mal?" Mike said in shock.
"You two are the most dominant out of us," Vito reasoned. "If me or anyone else tried to face him, we'd lose immediately."
"And if Mal defeats you, we'll be back to being under his control, and so will you, for the rest of your life!" Manitoba emphasized.
"That means I won't see my family or friends ever again," Mike gasped. "I have to do this!"
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"Go Team Ezekiel!" Sadie cheered, drawing attention to the stands just off to the side where most of the rest of the cast were seated. "Your team is rooting for you!" she said, waving a small flag with the home-schooled guy's face on it.
"Why are they in teams?" Mal asked Chris, stepping towards him and shooting a skeptical look towards the gallery. "And why do I not have one?"
"The Peanut Gallery's playing a major role in choosing a winner," Chris explained, earning a cheer from those in the stand.
"Sweet," Duncan grinned. "I guess we're all voting on the winner again."
"A vote?" Mal said blankly and nervously.
"Yep. If you can't tell, you're done for," Noah smirked.
"We are here for you Izzy!" Owen said. "So show them you're the boss!"
"But first," Chris said as the music turned tense, "we gotta break a tie. Mal," he turned to the evil personality, "you won the race to Hawaii, so, your reward is this advantage: you can select the tiebreaker yourself, or you can let Izzy or Ezekiel do it."
"Like I'd give these short sacks a choice," Mal said with a chuckle. "I'll do it!"
"I was hoping you'd say that," Chris said with an ominous laugh that caused Mal to raise an eyebrow.
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"Ta-da!" Chris said as the footage skipped forward to a close-up of a clear glass booth with some sort of yellowish bulb filled with small balls on top. "Each ball inside our challenge booth has a different tiebreaker written on it," he said, gesturing to the bulb as the shot pulled back to show the Final Three on the left and the Aftermath hosts behind the booth on the right. "So, take your pick!"
"This is going to be such a thrill," Mal said cynically before walking into the booth.
The door was closed and the machine whirred to a start, challenge music playing as Mal was pelted with the white golf balls of the challenge booth. "Are these golf balls?!" Mal yelled, wincing with every hit and causing the Peanut Gallery to laugh.
"I know for a fact that we only put ping pong balls in there," Harold said nervously, Dawn nodding in agreement.
"I know," Chris told them, "and I'm not mad. Just disappointed. I had to dial it up to meet my usual high standards!"
"Enough!" Mal said, still wincing with every hit. "This should stop right-" he said, tilting his head up as he tried to reach for the bottom of the bulb – the source of the balls. He was cut off abruptly, and suddenly put a hand to his throat. His eyes starting to bulge, he barged his way out of the booth and began to gag.
"No ball, no exit," Chris told him. "Back you go!"
Mal stayed put, grabbing his throat as he coughed and choked about. Eventually, he spat up a ball, and it landed in a small pool of spit in the sand.
"Dawn, Harold, go ahead and read that, would you?" Chris asked them.
"Yuck," Dawn winced, crouching down to pick up the spit-covered golf ball in two fingers. "Mal has selected the Traditional Hawaiian Fire Dance of...Death?" she announced, ominous music playing as Ezekiel frowned at the news while Izzy clapped for it.
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The same Hawaiian tune that had been used in the past couple of episodes was playing as the footage skipped ahead to Ezekiel and Izzy standing on opposite ends of a wooden platform in the ocean, each dressed in coconut bras and grass skirts and holding padded jousting sticks. Between them was Mal, tied up tightly to a pole in the center of the platform.
"Why does a male warrior have to wear a coconut bra," Ezekiel commented, motioning to the odd piece of equipment.
"Forget about tradition?" Mal griped as the Hawaiian music cut out. "I'm stuck to a pole!"
Those in the gallery laughed. "He's funny when he's tied up and can't hurt me!" Owen laughed.
"Once I win this finale!" Mal countered, "you will all treat me with the utmost respect! I will not be forgotten again!"
"Right," Chris told him, the shot cutting to him and Chef on the beach – the hulking man in a floral-print skirt with a bow in his hand and a quiver of arrows on his back. "The first person to free Mal wins the last spot in the Final Two," Chris announced, "and a shot at the million!"
"I have one more question," Izzy spoke up. "If no one frees him, would that make me and Ezekiel the Final Two?"
"Hey!" Mal said in outrage.
"Won't work, I already checked," Chris answered. "Chef, would you do the honors?" he asked his assistant, the man drawing back two flaming arrows and releasing them with a twang. They struck a darkened patch on either side of the platform, just behind each competitor, which promptly burst into blazing fires that startled Izzy and Ezekiel.
"Oh, and stay out of the water," Chris added. "Starting...," Chef shot off another pair of arrows, these ones tipped with steaks, "now!" The arrows landed in the water where a pair of shark fins were already circling; one rose up and swallowed an arrow just as it plunked into the water.
"Good thing we're out of the game," Ella whispered over to Sadie.
"And rekindled our friendship in the process," Sadie agreed as challenge music began to play.
The gallery began to cheer and holler as the camera zoomed in on the platform, Izzy quickly taking the offense by swiping at Ezekiel with her jousting stick. "Prepare to go down!" she said, slamming her stick down hard against his as he tried to block.
"I'm too young to die, eh. I'm gonna take you down!" Ezekiel glared and blocked Izzy.
"Stay on your guard, Zeke!" Topher encouraged him.
"Go for her legs! It's easy!" Shawn spoke out as well.
"Alright, Izzy! You can pound him into meat!" Eva shouted.
"I'd ask any of you for my encouragement, but it'd be useless," Mal mumbled.
"I don't support people who mess with my best friends!" Sky said firmly.
Mal scowled back at her, and an arrow from Chef hit the pole he was tied to, causing it to burn up while Mal tried to blow it away.
His view was covered by Ezekiel having the upper hand on Izzy and thrusting her back. "Save yourself the trouble and let me win!" he said and continued to push his jousting stick onto Izzy and send her closer to her edge.
"Someone better win or I'm going to burst into flames!" Mal yelled impatiently.
Izzy struggled under Ezekiel's stick, but an idea formed in her head. "Hey Ezekiel, I see a hawk that's flying towards you," she fibbed.
"Do you really think I'm that stupid?" Ezekiel said. "Nice try."
"Darn it!" Izzy cursed under her breath.
Ezekiel pushed her to the ground, and just as he was about to swipe her off, Izzy lifted her stick and hit Ezekiel's foot with it. The homeschooler howled in pain and let his guard down, and Izzy used the opportunity to jab the padded end of her stick at his chin, knocking him a couple inches into the air and allowing his jousting stick to sink into the water.
He landed on the platform on his back, and Izzy quickly ran over to Mal. The camera angle switched to show her hands darting to the knot on the back, already partially undone, and seconds later the ropes slid off Mal as the challenge music ended.
"It's about time you got me out!" Mal whined. "You took too long to beat Ezekiel of all people."
"You leave him alone!" Izzy snapped. "He's proven himself to be more capable than any of us this season, and he is twice the person you will ever be!"
Ezekiel, still lying on his back, took the moment to smile. "That really means a lot coming from you," he told Izzy.
"Sorry I had to defeat you just to reach the finals," Izzy said as he helped Ezekiel back on his feet. "Are you going to be fine with taking third place?"
"I'm not going to win the cash prize," Ezekiel admitted, "but I've made friends, improved my views on the outside world, and gained a girlfriend from this show. That's more than enough for me now!"
Mal rolled his eyes, and someone in a hazmat suit appeared on the platform with a fire extinguisher. As they began putting out the flame on the fallen charmer's side, the former Final Three made their way to the edge of the platform to the general cheering of the unseen gallery.
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The scene skipped forward to Izzy (back in her usual clothing) and Mal standing on the beach with Chris, the person in the hazmat suit clinging to the burning and sinking wreckage of the platform in the background.
"Now that we have our Final Two," Chris said with a broad smile, "it's my pleasure to announce the Peanut Gallery will not be voting for the winner."
"Yeah!" Mal said in triumph.
"Wait," Topher spoke up. "You said we were supposed to be playing a major role."
"Yep," Chris told him. "Just not in a vote-y kinda way. Prepare to have your minds blown out by the most lethal challenge in Total Drama history!" he announced dramatically.
"Izzy," he said as a shot of The Psycho Hose Beast smiling goofily against a red background, "versus Mal," a shot of The Malevolent One grinning darkly against a bluish background took over the screen, "versus the Volcano!" The shot changed to a distance shot of a volcano as it belched out a plume of smoke.
"Back in the day," Chris said as the scene cut to him standing between the two finalists; Mal on his left behind a light blue rug, Izzy on his right behind a light red rug; "human sacrifices were tossed into Kilauea volcano to appease the Gods. Sadly, the lawyers won't let me use real people as sacrifices. So! Mal and Izzy will have to make sacrifice stand-ins, using the island's most abundant resources."
The camera followed off-screen, landing on a pile of "Pineapples, and driftwood!"
"And to make it nice and symbolic," Chris continued as the shot cut back to him and the finalists, "you guys have to make dummies of each other to dump in the volcano. Now, you each get to pick two helpers."
"I'm not letting either of you pick me," Duncan immediately told them.
"I'll pick Eva," Izzy said immediately.
"Great!" Eva said standing up. "We'll win this one!"
"Exactly," Izzy smiled. "And my second choice is Noah."
"I normally don't care about contests, but this is one I can't sit out on," Noah said with a smile of his own.
"Sorry, Big-O! I need Team E-Scope for this part!" Izzy told her boyfriend.
"No problem. I want you to win with the best of the best," Owen told her.
Mal looked at the Gallery nervously, the camera panning across Peanut Gallery, all its members glaring at him. "Do I have to pick two?" Mal asked the host.
"Definitely! And all of them hate you." Chris snickered.
Mal groaned under his breath. "In that case, I'm choosing Sky first!"
"I'll help…but only for Mike!" Sky enforced.
"And lastly," Mal scanned the Gallery again, "I'll take Shawn!"
"I would refuse, but the rules won't allow me to do so," Shawn shrugged.
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"Okay! We have our helpers!" Chris said as the scene flashed back to the two colored rugs; Izzy by the light red with Eva and Noah, Mal by the light blue with Shawn and Sky. "Now, Izzy and Mal, you have to stay on your mats and direct your helpers to bring you logs, driftwood,and pineapples that resemble parts of your opponent. And to make things a little more rhymey~!" He added with an excited smile as the all-to-familiar dings sounded and the musical note icon appeared on-screen.
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[A reverent, almost chanted riff opened as Sky and Shawn looked up and back, and the colors of the scene shifted to something more animated: the two in blue, against a background of reddish-pink flowers. The shot changed so that it seemed to be looking up at a blue volcano as it erupted against the floral background, and a blue and almost larger-than-life Mal emerged from its peak and with a laurel wreath on his head.]
"Hey peons, you should head straight! Don't ask, it'll make me ache!"
[He sang commandingly as a hip-hop tune began; holding out his arm as if to catch something before an almost cartoonish thunderbolt appeared in his hands. He threw it, and the camera followed it down to Shawn and Sky. They were forced to flee before the bolt struck where they'd been loitering along the ground.]
"You two, get me; wood shaped, like Izzy's tiny fe~et!"
[His helpers ran to a titanic pile of neatly-stacked blue logs, and the shot cut back to Mal idly examining his fingernails before turning to his helpers and smirking as he finished the line. The shot panned to the right to a red volcano as it, too, erupted; a red Izzy emerged from it, also wearing a laurel wreath.]
"Come on, come on, move it fast! Hurry, hurry, won't be last!
[She sang as another cartoonish thunderbolt appeared in her hands, casting her opponent a disparaging glance then throwing the bolt over her head down at the red Noah and Eva below. They too were forced to flee before the bolt struck where they'd been loitering.]
"Find wood that looks like him, so pencil-like and sli~im!"
[The camera continued to follow Eva and Noah as they ran past Sky, who was securing a rope to a peg on the side of a large hunk of wood. She briefly turned her head to watch them, then turned back and tugged the rope extending up off-screen.]
"I'm gonna win it (Yeah!) And you can't take it (No!) I'm right here in it (Yeah!) But you just fake it! (Oh!)"
[The two finalists sang, together even with the chanted words in the background. As they dueled the shot moved from Mal, his hands alternately throwing lightning bolts at his helpers, to Scarlett, throwing only one bolt, to both as they turned to one another and sent their god-like abilities at each other, resulting in an explosion of purple smoke that took over the scene.]
"Are these legs thin enough?"
[Eva called out, the smoke dissipating into her close-up before the shot zoomed out to show her standing on a pale gray scaffold next to another large chunk of wood suspended by a rope tied to a peg.
"Uh-huh!" Izzy replied from off-screen.
"H~ey!" Mal sang, the camera panning up to a higher level of the scaffold where Shawn was standing next to a rather thin piece of wood, also suspended point-down on a rope.
"Man, is this neck squeezed enough?" he asked, receiving a red thunderbolt for his trouble.]
"Whoo! Now it's psycho versus insane; Mal and Izzy cause some pain and!"
[The purple smoke cleared to show Shawn in his Drama Brothers outfit and a mic in his hand; the beat changed slightly as he began to rap from a small pillar of rock between the two finalists. The camera rotated about him as he gestured over his shoulder first at the finalists.]
"All this tension for the million; to that I have no opinion!"
[The camera zoomed in as he smirked and threw a dollar bill in the air, then zoomed back out as he got in front of Izzy, who threw a thunderbolt at him.]
"That is good, hurry back; I need arms weak and slack!"
[Mal continued in a commanding tone as Shawn, now riding atop another cone-like piece of wood as it was carried along by the attached rope, met up with Sky who was in a similar position and the shot cut back to Mal.]
"Her butt is su-per flat; And don't forget that!"
[Mal sang. He then turned to Izzy and shot her a mocking smile.]
"Get me two stringy knees; and hands like flat cheese!"
[Izzy responded, throwing another thunderbolt at her two tiny followers. Eva quickly ran away but Noah stayed in place and looked at her.]
"One more thing should be said; Don't forget his big head!"
[She pointed to a pile of giant red pineapples. Noah nodded then ran off.]
"I'm gonna win it (Yeah!) And you can't take it (No!) I'm right here in it (Yeah!) But you just fake it! (Oh!)"
[The two finalists repeated, once again sending their lightning towards their respective helpers before turning their god-like powers on each other.]
"All of this hard work; won't make me go berserk!"
[Eva sang, the smoke dissipating to show her on the scaffold once more next to a long and surprisingly arm-like piece of wood. The shot zoomed out to show it already affixed to her team's effigy – currently a long piece for the chest, a slightly bulkier piece for the waist, and two skinny legs; all pieces were connected by the shorter wooden pegs the ropes had been tied to. On the other side of the scaffold was the effigy Mal's team had created – two small, thin pieces for the chest and waist, two thin arms and a somewhat curvy leg; the effigy was kept upright by a rope tied around the short peg where the neck would be.]
"Now place the head right there; Pineapple, not pe~ar!"
[Izzy told her, looking down before the shot cut to Noah trying to push a massive red pineapple across the ground.]
"I'm gonna win it (Yeah!) And you can't take it (No!) I'm right here in it (Yeah!) But you just fake it! (Oh!)"
[The finalists repeated a third time, sending their lightning towards their helpers at a slightly faster pace than before. And still, they ended up turning their god-like powers towards one another to cause another purple explosion.]
"I'm gonna cash it! (Yeah!) You'll never win it! (No!) You should trash it! (Yeah!)"
[They continued as the smoke dissipated to reveal Eva and Noah carrying their red pineapple, before gaping in shock as Sky managed to slot her team's head down in its proper place.]
"'Cause I just did i~it!"
[Mal sang triumphantly, the shot pulling back to show Sky sighing in relief, Shawn on the other side wiping the sweat from his face. The scene finally cut to reality as the song ended, Mal smiling smugly with Sky and Shawn beside him, the two of them not looking at all enthusiastic.]
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"And Mal takes the lead!" Chris announced over a shot of Izzy squinting at her opponent. "Next step, haul your sacrifice to the top of Kilauea and toss her into the volcano, like so!"
The shot quick-panned away from the host all the way up to the crater where a person in a hazmat suit tossed a crash test dummy into the magma below. This, however, caused molten rock to splash back up, partially coating the person in the hazmat suit. They screamed in pain as fire engulfed them, and ran away scorched.
"Yeah," Chris said as the shot cut back to him, "watch out for the back-splash. We'll be right back with all the hardcore lava-riffic sizzling finale action," he told the camera, "here! On Total! Drama! World Tour!"
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Is it genuinely such a bizarre thing to NOT want my mother by my side in labor and delivery??
My mom and I have a very tense relationship, I’ve in recent years learned to enforce boundaries and quit letting her guilt & use me. I love her, but she’s rather self centered and manages to make EVERYTHING about herself.
My loss & she was hysterical for herself bc she lost a grandchild, no comfort for me. We didn’t announce our firstborn til 26w due to that, and she was heartbroken she wasn’t told immediately. I chose my best friend and fiancé as my birth partners, she was offended. She had to wait the same amount of time to meet our son as everyone else, so unfair!
I’m currently 21w with baby number two.
Recently she brought up how she told work she’ll be out of state when I birth my second and I was like—hold up PAUSE, where did you get that idea??
“You came out of my vagina, I’ve seen a vagina before, it’s not weird. Your grandma was there when I had you.”
“If you won’t let me be there then I WILL be watching sons name while you give birth, then I can meet baby after.”
Nobody is watching our son who’s never been babysat. Maybe his godmother who sees him most often, but my partner and I are very comfortable if it comes down to me laboring alone and him arriving an hour or two after. We know how we feel. Nobody is meeting baby immediately after, she’s well aware of our desired timeframe to bond and adjust, she said she’d respect it.
“I firmly believe if a dad cannot be there a woman’s mother HAS to be.”
“You don’t want to be alone, I’ve birthed two kids I know you want people with you because I did.”
I find it insane that she’s trying to tell ME how I feel or think?? what I want when I’M in a vulnerable state?? That because she always says i’m a ‘mini-me’ I literally think and feel the same about everything she does.
I genuinely think I will be keeping it a secret when I go into labor or if I am induced again, would that be wrong of me??

With everything else Tears of the Kingdom added, it's easy to overlook the greatly expanded bestiary, but it was so cool to me to see brand new and returning enemies added to the Zelda world. Here's just a few observations based off the ones I've interacted with, but would love to see more discussion on these beasts of Zelda Lore.
Like-Like - Second only to the Gleeok, this was the biggest hype for me to see a modern take on a classic Zelda enemy. The different elemental variations added a nice touch even if the formula for fighting them remains static.
Horriblins are so aptly named, because my first reaction to seeing one was "eeeugh!" They are certainly an abomination that deserves to never see the light of Hyrule's sun.
Gibdo is definitely a big upgrade from just a random mummy type enemy. While too slow to really be much of any threat, they offer some great atmospheric set dressing.
Gleeok I have seen many, ran from all, they terrify me and while they may be hard or easy I don't know, but I'm content to let them haunt my nightmares and make me squeal like a little girl every time I pop around a corner to see one perching menacingly.
Boss Bokoblin is in many ways a returning enemy, though once again made into it's own. They are simple enough on their own, but when mustering their forces can definitely overwhelm Link
Constructs offer a great variety, even more-so than the previous guardians did. I also love that they occupy their own faction and in the right locations you can pit them against an enemy camp of Bokoblin/Moblins
Frox are almost too goofy looking to be terrifying, but seeing their huge bulk stomping around in the unlit gloom turns this cute derpy frog monster into a true terror.
Aerocudas are the glass cannons of the sky, a well placed arrow is all it takes to dispatch them, but move too late, or get surprised by one, and they can deliver some nasty surprises!
Evermean is something I never thought I'd encounter. A tree mimic that just wants to go Whomping Willow on Link. Surprisingly more dangerous than they seem.
Gloom Hands are hard to classify, they just cause an adrenaline surge of pure panic, so rational thought eludes me. Even once you manage to take them out, the threat is far from over.
What new enemies have you noticed and how do you feel they fit into the Zelda world. Which classic Zelda enemies were you hoping would return?

I was hoping for some advice about my f50 mother. My mom is the kind of person who gets very mad at the little things in life. The famous phrase “Don’t cry over spilled milk” is definitely not her motto. I love my mom to death, but as I’m getting older I’m starting to notice how hard it is to be around her during these times when she gets really angry. I am F19 and am almost done with college, but I stay with my parents during the summer. I also have a really hard time with confrontation and it gives me an immense amount of stress to be around her when she’s in a mood. I also am clearly bad at comforting people because every time I try to do it, she usually gets even madder. It’s come to a point where I just hide in my room for a few hours when she’s really bad until she calms down. Her “episodes” also come out of no where about something that is really small in the grand scheme of things. For example, she is really picky about her furniture, to the point where people aren’t allowed to sit on chairs/couches without anything under them. Along with this, the kitchen and dining room table also have to have placemats on them and you are only allowed to put things on the placemats, including not food items such as phones or other items. I once put my phone down on the bare table and ended up getting yelled at because I could scratch the table. I felt bad about doing it, but I wasn’t thinking and I had just gotten back from school for the summer so I honestly forgot about that rule. She was fuming about it for about an hour. She also got mad earlier today (and I mean full blown cussing, jumping, tantrum mad) about the Bluetooth in her car being glitchy. I don’t know, maybe I’m under reacting about these things, but I try to comfort her and help, but she always seems to get more mad. And when I don’t help or comfort her she also gets mad, so I’m at a loss. The only time I have talked to her about this and about my feelings, she got mad and straight up ignored me for a day. Once again, other than this my mom and I have a great relationship, I just want to know what I can be doing better to help her.

Hello to everyone who is reading this text right now! Here is my attempt to share my experience in the field of UX/UI design.
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While constantly browsing the Internet, I often come across advertisements that convince me that a career as a UX/UI designer is an easy road to success. These enticing ads directly scream, "Become a professional in the blink of an eye, make money without getting out of bed, etc." But what's really behind these promises? Let's look into it with my own example.
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When I moved to a UX/UI designer position from an art major, I found that reality is far from how it's portrayed in the ads. The commercials talk about boundless creativity, template-driven website production, and carefree living. When I joined an IT company with no experience and no portfolio, I assumed that 70% of the work would be about this. However, my reality turned out to be much more complicated than that.
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It turns out that most of the work of a UX/UI designer involves "creative" problem solving within the design system. And your creativity is largely limited by that system, which is a very interesting point, by the way. If your design system doesn't have the right element, you have to look for solutions in others.
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The UX/UI designer has to consider not only himself and the user, but also the analyst and programmer. Your cool concepts may be rejected if the frontend developer can't implement them, or if the implementation will require too much time and resources. You are constantly analyzing, meeting with frontend developers, the server team, project managers, technical writers, and many others. The design process itself takes up probably only 50% of your time.
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My point is that UX/UI design is a complex job that requires the ability to think for everyone involved. It's really not a profession for everyone. But if you're up for the challenge, it's definitely for you.
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In conclusion: you shouldn't always believe the ads :)

To preface, I am 18 and I've not technically ran away but moved into my grandparents house over the summer so no need to worry for my safety lol.
So here we go, me and my stepdad have never got along. He moved in with me and my mum when i was about 6-7 ish and the only memories i have of him from that period is him yelling at me because i was staring at him funny. Bare in mind i had not seen him before he moved in and was convinced he had replaced my dad and was taking away my mum from me, so of course i'm not gonna exactly love him.
He's always had anger issues too, and will shout at my mum to this day very regularly and with my autism i would always (still do) cry cause it terrified me to which i have been called a delicate brat many times.
But the breaking point for me is in 2 points, one of his friends called my mum a tart to which he reinforced that he was allowed to say that because my mum was disrupting them, and in another event where my mum was very drunk and he threatened to leave and hate us forever.
He also makes no effort to understand my autism, which makes it so i cannot work (trust me i have narrowly avoided being institutionalised a few times) claiming that im just being over dramatic and lazy among other things, also saying theres no need for diagnosis as it is a waste of time. But when being made aware of my hypermobility claims that i need to be diagnosed and asks 'what i can get for it'.
So because of him, i'm out of there. I want nothing to do with him, theres so many things i can't say due to violence rules (not aimed at me dont worry) but i feel so so guilty because i love my mum, i love her so much that there aren't words and i just wish she finds someone else. Since ive 'ran away' he's been making comments about how little he sees me, even though before that he made very little effort to even talk to me and make simple conversation, refusing still to even call on the phone.
So what do you think? AITA for running away from home?

Hi! I have been working with my GP for many months regarding ongoing illness every day. I recently got accepted into a Chronic Illness Service and was paired up with a dietitian (who happens to work with Celiac Canada). It seems to be a lot of my complaints may be in relation to Celiac Disease (and I have Graves’ Disease as well): brain fog, nausea, 15+ bathroom trips a day, extreme bloating, vit D deficiency, just to name a few…. I just had a TTG blood draw yesterday and am anxiously waiting for the results? How long did it take for your blood results to come back? I understand even if it’s positive that an endoscopy is the golden ticket for diagnosis but I’m in Vancouver Canada and I have a feeling that would be a multi-month wait. Being that you need to still be on a gluten containing diet prior to the test, is it best to keep eating gluten or opting for a gluten challenge closer to? I’m asking as a way of easing my mind. I’ve been SO sick daily and can’t imagine having to continue eating this way for months and months.
There seems to be a great divide on this topic, so looking for input from a community that experienced this first hand!!

I’m trying to figure out all of the champions who have won 2+ times, but I’m not able to find just a simple list. Does anybody know off the top of their head, or know somewhere to find that out easier than just looking at the Wiki and writing a list myself, lol. Spin-off wins can be included or not, I can probably figure that part out easier since there aren’t as many spin-offs as there are main seasons.
Thanks in advance :)

Not sure how to explain the situation. Yesterday my car broke down on the highway. I was going about 70 on the highway when it started to overheat out of nowhere. (My car has never showed any signs of distress.) Then it began to tell me that the battery was disconnected and it started to slow down. When I got to the shoulder of the highway it began to power off on its own. There was grayish smoke coming out of the tail pipe.
Some background info: I just got this car in February, it's a used 2016 Toyota Rav4. Had 2 previous owners, didn't even have 90,000 miles on it.( No warenty because i felt that i could not guarentte i would be in the state for very long as i am still in college and may transfer to another state. A condition of the warranty was that I could only use their services for any maintenance and the warrenty would be void if i did go to another service shop.) Got a decent price for it, or at least I thought so. (I was able to get the price down a thous because of paint chips on the back of the car.) I bought the car from a reputable dealership that is quite popular in my county. When I purchased the car I was told that everything was in working condition and was up to date on all the maintenance, keep this in mind.
When I got the dealership we waited for about an hour and a half to see what was going on. I was told that the serpentine belt had shredded. The mechanic tried to see if there was a external cause, there was not. A half hour later, I was told that my engine overheated so much that the engine failed completely. They quoted me a price of about 9,000 usd for repairs and service fees. Not much later the receptionist helping me with the price told me she spoke with her manager. Given that I bought my car from them, not even 3 months prior, they would discount the price down to 7,000 usd. (Not great, but I guess thats better.) I was told they cannot discount parts but can discount service fees.
I have only owned this car for a little more than 3 months. There is no way that in that time I could've damaged the serpentine belt to such an extent that it would cause complete engine failure. When I bought the car I was told there was no defects and that the maintenance was completely up to date. My dad said I could probably sue them for the misleading information which lead to the damage of the engine. My boss, who's father used to work for dealerships, told me given that I was mislead to believe the car was in perfect condition I can escalate the situation to their corporate office and sue.
Do I have enough of a case to sue? What are some of my other options?