2021.10.25 00:19 convo_au Coalition drops in Newspoll; Australia "not doing enough" response on climate change falls
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2021.10.25 00:19 Cy_Zerosum Who is my nuker?
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2021.10.25 00:19 Patient_Canary_9765 23/PST/PC- Late night chill gaming buddy wanted
Hello I am looking for someone to play siege with. A bud who partakes in the 420 festivity is a bonus. I’m not very competitive and just want to play chat a chill also have other games that I don’t mind playing siege is just the main one I am not trying to join a big group or anything one or two people are fine though. Please send me a message or chat if you are interested in gaming plus I play vrchat,valorant,apex,league and new world
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2021.10.25 00:19 ButterscotchMotor480 Suicide over guilt and making mistake
I know the is a response yo severe childhood trauma. Whenever I made a mistake, even small, I was a "bitch" "retard" and "dumb". My childhood was filled with tears and depression of threats and abuse. I wasn't allowed to be a child, let alone human. This lead to a desire for perfection as survival. Where when I did well I was praised. When I failed, I was abused
I have made my fair share of mistakes throughout life. The reality is that we're all flawed and need the space to grow and learn from our mistakes. But I see my mistakes as my identity. When I do something that is "bad" I deserve to die. I remember how I hurt a friend a few months ago. A hurt that ended up with me losing three frineds in the process. I starved myself for 3 days after, and my stomach shrank. The idea of forgiving myself and doing better seemed so impossible. Hurting myself an seeking validation through my own pain felt, and still, feels better
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2021.10.25 00:19 acsixtyfour granite voltage spur gear removal help
the granite voltage motor turns with no movement. The motor seems super loose and the spupinion are not really meshing anymore.
I assume there is a second screw to help secure the motor behind the spur gear but I cannot get it out. does the spur gear pull straight out with no set screw? any advice on how to put a tool on it without breaking it?
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2021.10.25 00:19 lame_harvy [OC]
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2021.10.25 00:19 xkittypride03 Nikon FM2n w/ 50mm1.4 | lomochrome metropolis
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2021.10.25 00:19 Free_Development_298 October testers and 230s?
took the exam this month, waiting on the result. I am so anxious, no idea how I did,
felt okay walking out. but the mistakes soon came rushing back in.
took very few nbmes.
SO SO WORRIED.
Keep dreaming of the questions, feel like have majorly messed up.
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2021.10.25 00:19 baconboi86 hello everyone! after my post earlier about if I should buy the game I did. anyone wanna squad up with a noob?
2021.10.25 00:19 FreeAverage theres gotta be some way to convert a java world to ps4, how?
Have this Java world I started in 2015 and it's massive from years of building little by little. I like playing on ps4 now cause I can just sit on the couch and have it on a bigger screen but everywhere I look says you can't convert your java world to play on ps4. But anything is possible there has to be some way to play my old java world on the ps4.
Anyone have any idea how to do this?
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2021.10.25 00:19 NewsElfForEnterprise Pumpkin carver Titus Arensberg reaches end of the line on 'Outrageous Pumpkins'
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2021.10.25 00:19 Lafayettecomedy Everyone meet Toast. Just adopted him.
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2021.10.25 00:19 77096 Any Narnian restaurants in Houston?
I'll be hosting an imaginary friend from Narnia for RenFest, and instead of asking her what she'd like to eat, I've decided to give her an authentic taste of home to show how cultured and welcoming I am. You're welcome.
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2021.10.25 00:19 Spudmins Lesson 1: Lines, Ellipses and Boxes
2021.10.25 00:19 Valuable_Ride_3894 26[m4f] rating all girls any size any type
HMU all girls for rates any size any type, can send nsfw or normal it's up to you, tell me a bit about yourself when you message me, 18+
Girls and women only Kick: mebabyonemoretime
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2021.10.25 00:19 itsCODgamer our teammate on the top with 40 kills is a hacker someone report him
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2021.10.25 00:19 solid7borderline8 26 [M4A] gentle reminder to exercise…
…your right to vote. Hehe. Last day of voter registration/reactivation is Oct 30! If you haven’t yet, pls do so. :) And, also, pls base your voting decision on facts. 🎀
That is all.
PS. I’m open for landi rin for F na cute pero that is not the point of this post. 😂
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2021.10.25 00:19 Quiri1997 I post Spanish History memes whenever I feel like doing so (day 89):
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2021.10.25 00:19 mimbely Join up
2021.10.25 00:19 MunakataSennin A bronze anvil. China, Shang dynasty, 1600-1000 BC [800x600]
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2021.10.25 00:19 Huge-Nefariousness51 Pico ALT - Meu FNF ALT
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2021.10.25 00:19 Snickerdoodle116 Ahhhh bed time 🥱 🛌
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2021.10.25 00:19 anonymousbeard277 3 months. Once a day. IT WORKS YALL
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2021.10.25 00:19 Lasalle8 For my god, my country.
There were things from my past life that I hold dear. The day I married my high school sweetheart, Jessica. The day my best friend and I decided that for god and country we’d fight and decided to enlist. The day we graduated from basic training. The night before we were shipped out. And the day I found out over a video chat that my wife back home was pregnant.
And things that haunted me. The words “for god and country”. The was a day during my deployment, when two small girls came running towards my unit, there clothes, there backpacks, I knew they had bombs. I aimed my rifle and screamed at them. My pregnant wife flashed before my eyes, and a newborn that hadn’t even been born yet. They paused and then proceeded to charge at us, arms open as if begging for hugs. I fired. They paused, scared, I could see their tears. My warning shot worked and they turned and ran the other way. I still wonder what horrors awaited them back in town. If we’d both be better off if I had shot them.
And lastly the day of my life. We were driving in mobile coffin, and hit an IED, I didn’t even know what happened but the whole world flipped, sound stopped and all’s I could hear was ringing, and when everything came into focus, the driver, it’s been so long I cannot even remember his name, but his pale face, spatters of blood, his cold empty eyes, it took me a some time to realize he was dead. Then I noticed the taste of copper, overwhelming thirst, and liquid preventing me breathing, I was coughing blood. And then came the slow creeping all consuming cold taken me as everything went black.
I remember awakening to a blinding white light a few times, but it wasn’t heaven, I was in my own personal hell on what I would find out was an operating table. Only able to open my eyes and stare into a blinging light as my body ached and itched all over. I was powerless, unable to anything, a vegetable.
I don’t know how much time passed but eventually I found myself in an upright position, staring at a man in uniform, he spoke to me but the sounds, while recognizable as English, sounded wrong, they were empty, and, mechanical. As if a robot was speaking as his lips moved. He had me follow a pen with my eyes. At one point he moved it out of my field of view and I turned my head. I immediately noticed that I could move my head and attempted to look around but my newfound ability to move was limited. He forced me to look into his eyes and mouthed out, and a cold, empty, robotic voice echoed “The things you will do for god and country” and smiled at me.
As time passed, doctors and military personnel explained to me that they were able to preserve parts of me. They had “saved my life” and were “fixing me”. Nearly all of my body had been replaced. The cold robotic voices were the result of New Years they had built me. Taste was different and I can’t explain it. My eyes at first seemed normal but every now and then but on occasion I would see, lights(?), these eyes were not my original eyes. My skin feels strange and doesn’t look like my own skin. For all purposes I looked human but nothing like I had in my past life. They put me through rehab and trained me to use my new body.
At first I was happy, but when I asked about my wife and child I was informed that I had no wife or child, that I was not the man I had been, that man was dead and I needed to “forget about all of it”. And then I was given a new name. And thrown into basic training again, but it was different this time. I was more than physically capable, hell I bordered on superhuman, but at times I found myself not in control of my own body. I could see but my entire body moved without me. Finally they put me into a special training. It was like nothing I ever imagined I would be able to do. They had me scale buildings, crawl through impossibly tight spaces, swim underwater for impossible times, all to reach a target. They were training me as an assassin, one that could do things no normal man could ever possibly do. Whenever I found the target I would see, lights, as if my eyes were trying to highlight the target. I would hear, something, seemingly pushing me towards the target. And once I eliminated it I would feel a sudden powerful, be it short ,euphoric rush. And hear something that I can’t describe but it somehow feels like it’s congratulating me. Upon returning to my designated HQ for the task I would be rewarded with another, greater, longer euphoric blast and could hear that strange sound somehow telling me what I could somehow understand as “mission accomplished”. Throughout this training I found myself with less and less control of my own body, I was becoming a mind trapped within a shell, watching things happen in front of me, powerless to interact or effect anything.
One day, whoever was in charge decided I was ready for a real field test. A uniformed officer approached me, he touched something to the back of my head, smiled, and said the words that have always haunted me. “The things you will do for your god and country”.
My body seemed to know it’s mission the moment he touched the back of my head with that item. I traveled on foot for days. Until I found myself in a nice suburban village. Repeatedly making rounds throughout the town. I eventually realized that I seemed to be centered on a specific house that I had never seen before. I was staked out this house for days, my mind didn’t understand but my body seemed to know exactly what it was doing. Then one night, I found myself picking the lock, entering and disarming the silent alarm with an oddly familiar code xxxxx. As my body navigated I thought of that code and wondered why it stood out to me but just couldn’t remember, it was as if it was just out of reach. As my body silently moved throughout the house I noticed some photos, they were, familiar. It took me a moment but it hit me like that IED so long ago. Jessica. Jessica and our little girl. Jessica with a man, a new husband. And even a photo of me and some of my medals next to an urn.
I knew why I was there. I had an idea what my target was. As my body began to silently move up the stairs I prayed. I prayed that a step would creaking sound and alert someone within the home. Prayed for a dog to charge at me barking. Prayed for anything to interfere with what I was about to do. As I entered the bedroom I silently cried out to any otherworldly power be it god or devil to stop me. But none answered my calls.
She looked so much like her mother, but her hair was the color as mine had been, back in my past life. She couldn’t be any older than 4 or 5. As I reached for a stuffed animal, a large stuffed pink lama, bigger than her head I had a flashback. Those poor children being used as suicide bombers. I never found out what happened to them, it’s nice to think they went on to live full lives but I know better. If I shot them back then would the men in charge now force me to do what I was being forced to do now? I could hear the sound pulling me towards my unbearable objective, I swear it told me “for god and country”. I knew then there was no god, or at least none willing or able to help me in this desperate moment of need, none worth praise or prayer. Only my country, and the men who run it. Those men in charge, they forced me to watch as they forced me to. I can’t say it. Not even all these years later I still can’t put it here, what they made me do that horrible night.
When I returned to the military lab everyone was celebrating and I received my dopamine reward. A reward I didn’t want. I wanted to cry, to scream, to lash out at these monsters posing as men. But this body is no longer my own. They congratulated me. Told me they had “big things planned” for me. They assured me that I was going to “do great things for my god and country”. From that day on I was on a never ending cycle of changing my looks and hunting down a target with the only remotely decent thing to look forward to was the euphoric bursts upon eliminating a target and once I returned to the designated HQ for another burst for completing my mission.
On occasion I have a small period of time between assignments in which they let me control my body, they watch over me during these times and I know this because a few times I attempted to end things, but my body takes over and I am forced to continue on in this hell that my existence has become. I have lived for quite some time now. My body doesn’t seem to age or break down. I have no idea how long I will be forced to live for but fear it will be a very long time. I dread the thought of just how long I will be forced to kill… For my country.
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2021.10.25 00:19 632nofuture how to get sheets to take my "+4" simply as a positive number? With '-4 it correctly gives me -4
So I write all my spendings down in a text file and am now trying to put it into sheets.
Now the - numbers it can just work with and immediately puts them into negative numbers, which is what i want.
But with the +, as you guys probably know it either tries to turn it into a formula and returns an error or I put an abostrophe in front of all my plusses '+, but then it's a string and not working as a number in sheets anymore.
I tried splitting the +/- from the number (via adding a space inbetween, so I'd have "+ 40€" e.g) with " =query(Split(A1;" ");"select Col1") " for the +/- and Col2 for the actual number, and then doing an =IFS statement to multiply with -1 if Col1 is "-" or just return the Col2 number if Col1 is "+"..but that seems awfully complicated and idk if I could do whole array calculations with that..
My brain feels fried now and I need a break rigjt now, so I was hoping maybe someonme has an idea for a solution.
Thanks in advance for any help!!!
Sorry if this is all over the place and not well explained.
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