2021.10.17 18:35 Kaijuxxe_0 What political ideologies do you want in your country if you are to choose?
2021.10.17 18:35 SGIETA Don’t know if I’ve shared this photo with you guys, but I took this while exploring around in my neighborhood. This is an abandoned church/school where the pastor ran a sex trafficking ring.
2021.10.17 18:35 02clintidk WTT [CONUS] Info in comments
2021.10.17 18:35 ManishTheITGuy Windows Server 2022 Active Directory
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2021.10.17 18:35 HanjiZoe03 Part 22 of "What if...?" Scenario would you choose?
2021.10.17 18:35 MaTi5893 Age of Enlightenment 1.5 Released
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2021.10.17 18:35 pinback77 Super low-cost tiny homes for transitioning homeless. This seems like a great idea people could invest in. Is there a downside?
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2021.10.17 18:35 Bill-Cipher3 Make the comments look like his (MY) search history!
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2021.10.17 18:34 Immediate_Question99 ⚛️ MINIEOS_COIN ⚛️ Stealth Launch ⚛️ Listed On PancakeSwap ⚛️ Liquidity locked ⚛️
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2021.10.17 18:34 Gumball8042 Jit Rah - kaboom
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2021.10.17 18:34 ninjaboss1211 Challenge run idea
I came up with a challenge run I was thinking about trying. Here are the rules
2021.10.17 18:34 worriedbored Emotional attachment
i feel a strong emotional attachment to the car I learned to drive in and the whole period of time I learned to drive, and the driving instructor too…(NOT in love with the guy, I love him like and uncle,but I will miss him so much,he is a great person and I honestly hope he is always happy ).I feel so nostalgic and sad that it’s over and as much I want the drivers license I can’t help but look back to the times I was learning and feel like crying.I feel like the strong nostalgia will never go away…how should I deal with this? I feel like most people have the social skills that are needed to get over this type of things easily. I feel silly cause it’s almost as if I’m a kindergartener and I’m crying on the last day of school cause I’ll miss my teacher and the building or something!
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2021.10.17 18:34 RA7KR What causes split second blackout ?
25M Sometimes my vision go black then comes back, whole thing happens in less than 1 second. It feels like I had just blinked or light has flickerd even though it's not. Feels more like my brain had shut down for few microseconds with no other symptoms like headache , weakness or pain of any kind.
It's happening since my teenage years but what's bothering me is that recently happening frequently like once or twice a day earlier it's used to happen like once a week or month.
I have another condition since teenage but recently happening frequently it's called Postural Hypotension or POTS (dizziness for few seconds when standing up).
Wondering if this two conditions are linked.
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2021.10.17 18:34 NewCJRocks “Clearing a Path” feat bug
This feat, Clearing a Path, requires you to “run over 5 enemies using the same mobile gear.” I was able to get the achievement by running over just 4 boneclangs (skeleton enemy). Huh
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2021.10.17 18:34 Historical_Bad_3186 Off campus housing
Confused 2nd year here lol. So how does off campus housing work ? Does FAFSA pay for you to live off campus since you’re not in a dorm anymore? Does the room and board funds come back to you as a refund ? Do they give enough funds to pay for off campus housing? Just wanted to know, thanks!
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2021.10.17 18:34 FiZz_JiZz Luck, Evasion, and Accuracy. Stat maxing
So I'm chipping away at a platinum trophy. I'm short three trophies, two of which are the sphere grid 100% trophies. I want to efficiently max my sphere grid out, but I don't entirely know what I should do with my luck stat. If I max it to 255, will I need to have any accuracy and evasion, or no? Basically, could I clear those two stats? (I'm doing a BHPL run and so I will be maxing my HP to 99,999).
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2021.10.17 18:34 c1nnamoncupcake Which contestant(s) do you think will get the “Take it Off” buzzer?
2021.10.17 18:34 cazzopazzobellofigo Wesh
2021.10.17 18:34 InFiveMinutes Roblox social credit +800,000
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2021.10.17 18:34 jumboturnip Place to get measurements for a suit?
I was invited to be a groomsman for a friends wedding next year and he's asking me for measurements to have the suits made in Asia.
Rather than messing up, I am hoping to find a tailor that could help out. Any recommendations?
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2021.10.17 18:34 CommercialVacation21 6
2021.10.17 18:34 ComprehensiveWaffle I can hear the mountain screaming at night.
I can hear the mountain screaming at night.
I moved to this house about a week ago - a nice little cottage on the border of North and South Carolina, overlooking the piedmont at the edge of the Blue Ridge mountain range. During the day, everything seems normal. I type my funny little words into this funny little computer; I get paid. The sun shines outside every morning, and birds sing in harmony with the last of the cicadas. I wake up and I make my coffee, and I sit on my balcony while the final vestiges of night fade to a close.
Everything remains calm and quiet through the day, barring the times I host a dance party of one while waiting for my old microwave to kick into gear. Even my dog seems more subdued. Not lethargic, per se, but he seems to have less energy - less gusto for life. Puck doesn’t really bark anymore. Not at squirrels, not at other dogs. He doesn’t even bark in excitement when I come home from the store, which is, for lack of a better term, really weird.
Some of my new neighbors complimented me on how well trained he is. Oh, isn’t it nice to have a quiet dog? He doesn’t even jump on you? I could never get my dog to behave as well as yours!
That’s the thing. Neither could I. He used to be the most. He used to require all of my attention, all of the time, lest he wither and waste away, a ghost of the dog he could’ve been. My words, not his. I mean, maybe? He doesn’t talk, but he’s so full of attitude that it’s not hard to understand how he thinks.
Puck doesn’t jump up to greet me anymore. He doesn’t paw at my hands, trying to guide them to his chest for his favorite kind of scritches. He doesn’t shove his annoyingly cold nose in my ear for attention while I’m trying to watch a movie anymore, and he takes his time to eat now instead of scarfing his meals down like he’s in a contest. He’s always been gentle, and very conscious of my space so that he doesn’t accidentally hurt me. However - if I did do something to annoy him enough, he would be petty and walk his forty-pound ass all over my lap to show his distaste for my actions. That shit never hurt, so to speak, but it never felt great, either. Now? It’s as if he doesn’t care at all.
He’s not annoying. He’s not even petty anymore. It’s like his personality is just… gone.
I miss him.
I know what you’re thinking. John, why did you just waste three hundred words talking about your dog? Where’s the meat of this story? What the hell happened?
First of all, I did not waste time talking about my dog. I may just be a dog kind of guy, but my philosophy dictates that no time spent talking about dogs is time wasted. And for those of you who don’t have dogs, I need you to know something. Dog behavior doesn’t just change like that. Every dog has a personality, and that personality isn’t just erased because of a change in scenery. I maxed out my credit card to take him to two different veterinary clinics to see if they could find anything wrong with him, but both doctors looked me in the eye and stated that he is a picture of good health. Other than his weird behavioral changes, there’s not a damn thing wrong with my little mutt.
I should’ve seen that red flag for what it was.
I should’ve noticed as Puck became more jumpy, more nervous on his walks. I should’ve noticed that he did his business as fast as possible before tugging on his leash to go home. That dog used to love meandering on his walks, giving everything in his nose range a good long sniff before moving on to the next interesting thing.
I first heard the mountain’s noise last night, at around three in the morning. I woke up in a cold sweat, the familiar sleep paralysis demon fading to the darkest recesses of my mind. That demon is almost an old friend to me now. It’s the most consistent thing in my life, second only to my dog. I would greet it with open arms if it didn’t scare me so damn much.
After I checked the time, I rolled onto my other side to cuddle closer to Puck. I didn’t normally like sleeping with my back facing the room, exposed and vulnerable, but Puck granted me a sense of safety and security that I just couldn’t get without burying my face in his fur. I had the same logic as a child pulling their sheets over their head to hide from the things that go bump in the night - It can’t see me if I can’t see it.
I was introduced to the sound about ten minutes later. I was just beginning to doze off, the edges of the world becoming fuzzy with sleep, when I felt Puck whip his head up. He glared at the window across the room, ears perked to listen through the closed blinds. He didn’t move beyond this, but I felt the fur of his hackles raise against my face. A deep growl started in his chest, quiet, as if he was frightened but didn’t want to be heard. It was then that the cicadas fell quiet.
An intense ringing filled my ears as my brain tried to make up for the sudden void in my senses, and it felt as though I fell to the bottom of a mountain. The air pressure seemed to increase immensely, so much so that I was forced to pop my ears to keep the ensuing pain at bay. Puck let out a little whimper and buried his head in the blankets, trying to ease his own pain as well.
In the silence that followed, I heard it. A dull roar tingled at the edge of my senses. Barely there, I couldn’t make out whether I was imagining it or not. I cursed at my younger self for always listening to music at the maximum volume and damaging my hearing, leaving tinnitus screaming at the edge of my mind for the rest of eternity.
I sat up in bed to hear better, and Puck scrambled up next to me. He seemed frightened - ears back, tail between his legs - but he stood his ground between me and the window, in a protective stance reminiscent of a German Shepard’s crouch. Hackles raised and a growl in his chest, he guarded me as the noise grew louder.
The sound raised in pitch as it seemed to inch closer and closer to my house, a pristine and fucked up example of the doppler effect. The increasing intensity put me on edge. I didn’t know what was happening, but I didn’t feel safe - and more importantly, Puck didn’t feel safe. I could write off my own emotions as an anxiety-induced paranoia, but Puck felt it too. I slipped my legs off the bed as quietly as I could, the cold of the hardwood floor jolting me as my toes hit the ground. With one shaky hand I reached for Pucks collar, and the other felt around the side of my bed for the baseball bat that I kept for protection.
I thought about guiding Puck by his collar out of the room and into the hall, but elected to carry him instead. His claws would make too much noise against the floor. I shushed his growling as softly as I could while the sound gained traction outside, now beginning to engulf the side of my house that faces up the mountain. The sound was screaming over the roof now, like a thousand people were crouched on my house, mouths to the shingles and the walls and the windows. Each mouth was letting out the most god-awful wail.
My window looked out over the piedmont, and the sound hadn’t quite reached the south-facing wall yet. I didn’t want to stick around for that. Phone slipped safely into the back pocket of my sweats, I scooped Puck up in my arms. I shifted his weight to my left side so that I could comfortably hold the baseball bat in my dominant hand. I backed into the hallway as the sound consumed the rest of my house.
Puck whimpered in my arms as I retreated into the bathroom. It was the only room in the house that didn’t have a single window, but the screams seemed to amplify off of the tile flooring and walls. Leaving the lights off, I set Puck down on the bathmat and turned to shut the door. I belatedly realized that my bat probably wouldn’t do shit against whatever was outside, but I gripped it tighter anyway. It made me feel better. I peered out to the window at the end of the hall, trying to make out any shadows against the blinds, but there was nothing. No hint of movement outside, no rustling against the glass. There was nothing but the screaming emanating from the forest around my house.
Spooked, I gently shut the bathroom door. I was trying to not add to the cacophony of noise, terrified that it may be heard by ears that didn’t belong to my dog. I carefully inched it closed, and with a quiet - yet resounding - click, the outside world fell silent.
It took me a moment to realize.
In the darkness of my bathroom, with the only sound coming from Puck’s panting and my own heartbeat, I didn’t so much hear the silence as felt it. It echoed through my eardrums, still ringing from the noise, and my head nearly imploded from the lack of stimulation.
Cold fingers of sweat caressed my spine as we sat in the dark. I was standing at the sink, bat at the ready in case something decided to make its way through the door. Puck was cowering behind me, curled somewhere between the tub and the toilet. He was done being brave. It was my turn to protect him.
Puck’s barking shattered the silence that enveloped us, tearing through it like a saw blade through flesh. Aggressive and dangerous, I tried to make him quiet down, but it was too late. Whoever they were, whatever it was, already knew we were here. I think they knew the moment that the U-Haul I rented first trundled up the drive.
Something grabbed me by the nape of the neck, hard. My bat clattered to the ground, useless. Ice cold and razor sharp at the same time, the grip was loosened, and it almost… caressed me? From my neck to my shoulder, and back up to my neck. It touched me as though we were lovers. I was a statue. Puck was silent by now, only letting out a whimper here and there. I choked back a sob, trying desperately not to turn my head to see what was touching me (I wouldn’t have been able to anyway, as the bathroom was pitch black).
The movement on my neck stopped. The freezing appendage rested gently above my clavicle. I felt a… presence lean forward behind me, and a minuscule gust of air brushed against my ear. It was close enough to me that I felt it inhale more than I heard it.
Then it screamed.
Frozen in place, all I could do was listen. I couldn’t move on my own volition. Then? I screamed. I screamed until my lungs were raw, I screamed until my throat was bleeding. I screamed until my voice was gone. I’m unsure of how long I stood there screaming. It felt like an eon, but I don’t think people normally live that long.
I screamed until I wasn’t anymore.
I woke up in my room this morning with sunlight streaming through my window. Somebody had drawn up the blinds, and I was left with an unobstructed view of the piedmont. Kudzu covered the mountainside, undisturbed by the events of last night. Unsettled, I padded back over to my bed and sat down next to Puck. He looked up at me, bedhead ruffling the fur around his ears, and I gave the space between his eyes a little kiss. He turned towards the window before facing back to me, a little whimper in his throat and fear in his eyes.
Everything seemed calm, but the fear of last night was still palpable in the room.
I decided then that Puck and I would be spending the night holed up in the bathroom. Whatever it - they? - it, was, managed to get into the room regardless of walls or doors, but the smaller space and lack of windows gave me some semblance of comfort. I don’t know how much good it’ll do, or if it would do anything at all (it may just be the desperate hope for safety), but I dug through my mother’s old jewelry and pulled out a couple of her cross necklaces. One got attached to Puck’s collar, and the other one has been wrapped around my hand all night.
If I could afford it and have the money left to pay my mortgage at the end of the month, I would absolutely be staying in a hotel tonight. Hell, if I hadn’t closed on this house already I would’ve been moved out earlier this afternoon. I would’ve talked to the police about it, but they’d say it was some bizarre form of nightmare. I would think so too, but Puck was (and still is) right there in the fear with me. It wasn’t a dream.
I really wish that it was.
As it is, it’s nearing three in the morning. I’m sitting scrunched up in the bathtub, Puck between my feet. My ass fell asleep a couple of hours ago. If I wasn’t in so much discomfort, I would probably follow its example. I’ve spent the last while writing this, and it seems that I’ve caught up to the present just in time for the cicadas to hush their cry.
Don’t let my calm demeanor fool you.
I’m fucking terrified.
Wish me luck.
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2021.10.17 18:34 brettsbread hot cash code?
hey all, i was wondering if anyone had a valid hot cash code they aren't going to use. the most recent ones posted on here do not work. much appreciated! (:
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2021.10.17 18:34 rogueavacado Getting the best image quality in the banner space
So I've made my super nifty banner in photoshop at a nice fat dpi and the correct ratio. When I upload it to Etsy it's reducing the quality slightly and the fact that the nice vector lettering is slightly fuzzy on the edges is bothering me. Crispy smooth edges just seem more professional.
What can I save my banner at to make it look nice? It's not terrible. I could live with it, but as a designer it is making that little bit in my brain twitch. Would I forgive it in someone else? Yes. For myself? I feel slightly tacky.
Absolutely only for banner help. -> https://www.etsy.com/shop/SaltBirch
The box on the right and the wording should be crisp. I can only guess Etsy's software is changing it upon upload to a lower res but what and will it just keep doing it no matter?
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2021.10.17 18:34 SavageCabbage325 Need help!
I've lost my account on FNaF AR: Special Delivery. I got Freddy thanks to my best pal... I would appreciate a Freddy skin, I can't offer much but I lost so much...
-SavageCabbage325 (P. S, Freddy CPU, please)
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