2021.12.08 19:20 unhinged-mimic Tried this and the results were interesting on my Medusa
2021.12.08 19:20 Throwaway0101199998 DON'T BUY ANYTHING that says VSF, as it is fake. If you buy now, you will be the one holding the bag when the prices drop ($888 gang as an example). Market has to correct itself.
Too much false information floating around, fostering FOMO (fear of missing out) on opportunities to buy VSF pieces... You will not miss out on anything. Keep paying $500+ and what you will miss out on is a long-awaited MARKET CORRECTION. What we are experiencing now is ARTIFICIALLY LOW SUPPLY, as factories/TDs realized they can use FOMO to pump up prices. Calm down, replicas won't go anywhere. Better yet, their prices will go down substantially. Do you really want to be a naive sucker paying 1k either for a RL'd stock, or fake of a fake?
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2021.12.08 19:20 An-Ana-Main Can you mix AD and AP on Kayle?
So I've been turning this around in my head for a while now and thought I'd ask Reddit. Can you build both ap and ad on kayle? Im thinking like Kraken for mythic and one other ad and everything else ap, or some other combination
I can't think of a reason this wouldn't work, due to how kayle's damage is applied. She'll just benefit from some on hit ap as well as attack speed and ad, right? Because it is a lot harder to build for both ap and ad.
Now I'm sure I'm not the first to think of this, so I ask: How come I never see mixed kayle?
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2021.12.08 19:20 FXFormat I swear last time Stonk’s earnings affected AMC after hours too.
Funny how 🎮‘a earnings is causing us to drop too. It’s like they’re using that opportunity to short the etf with Both stocks in it dropping both down. Or do I remember wrong ?
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2021.12.08 19:20 granddoggins My backseat driver 🐾
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2021.12.08 19:20 superlucario603 AFK Arena VIP15.5 ~10k spent Endgame Top Player - Ask anything! - Screenshots in Description
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2021.12.08 19:20 pomegranetlady Vegetarian dinner
Hello Friends ,
I recently moved to Montreal and have plans to meet a guy for dinner. My mission is to find a good restaurant to have dinner at, does not have to be a vegetarian restaurant so long as they serve good vegetarian food. It would be nice if the restaurant had a date-friendly atmosphere.
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2021.12.08 19:20 Longjumping-Hunter71 5 star raid add: 4305 0887 3239
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2021.12.08 19:20 Specific-Layer For the single Dido how do you pronounce her name?
2021.12.08 19:20 MaorPEE מתתתתתת אתה חייב לראות את זה עד הסוף
2021.12.08 19:20 Renn988 Quando enrico parla di mercedes e skatakloucht in live
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2021.12.08 19:20 Syntako Analogue Pocket has been tested underwater and the results will astonish you…
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2021.12.08 19:20 nomnomtom What a time to be alive!
The title was mostly sarcastic, but it’s not untrue. Living in todays world is probably better for a majority of people than it was a majority of people living in the past. Our worlds pretty amazing, but our individual lives can hurt so much.
I thought I’d post here before I go to bed, to try and disprove myself, maybe change my view on the world a little bit. I don’t know if I want to, or need to, but I don’t think it hurts to consider alternatives right? So, buckle in… here’s an insight into my individual hurt.
I’m 23, I’ve suffered with Tourette’s syndrome and general anxiety disorder since I was around 11. I say suffered, because truthfully it has. I missed out on 2 years of education, flopped my A-levels, repeated first year of uni twice, transferred to a university at home… only to drop out after 2 months. I’ve worked 3 jobs since I was 17, and now I’ve been off sick for 5 months, with no idea when I’ll be able to work again.
Obviously, my money isn’t infinite, and it has dwindled slowly the last 5 months. As has my partners, who studies full time, and spends the day supporting me. She’s even gone to work tonight, and I feel awful. Neither of us can afford rent, nor food, nor anything.
I was going to call my bank today, because I’ve been granted a refund of a very needed amount, however the funds have not been received and they have told me they couldn’t find the transaction. They’re just as confused as me. Only issue is, I can’t call my bank from today onwards, because my phone provider has restricted by device until I pay 2 months of bills… which I can’t afford.
I could go on and on about debt, and I’m scared. But not for me, bc it for my partner. I’m pretty paralysed by my own anxious brain, I can handle having nothing and being nothing. She’s a saint to me, and deserves so much more.
I’m not depressed, not really. I’m something, and it’s not positive or healthy, and I feel like I’m going to endure this pain for as long as I live. And I’m actually okay with that. As long as I laugh a little, or smile and wave at my reflection from time to time.
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2021.12.08 19:20 Manperapp Observações políticas sobre esse processo...
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2021.12.08 19:20 aceandenby Smut reccomendations?
I've been identifying as asexual for the last couple months now and it has become abundently clear that if I am asexual then I am also aegosexual. I feel arousal when people talk about hinting towards sex without talking about the actual sex. I don't know why but whenever I overhear someone talking about their sexual preferences I get so horny, but if you show me people having sex I am in no way interested whatsoever.
That brings me to the subject matter of this post. I am interested in seeing how far I can push my aegosexuality. I've never read smut before (except in a few books that had a singular sex scene in them, which I did not enjoy) and given on how most smut is directed towards allosexual readers and how I'm very much new to reading it I thought I'd ask y'all about what is aegosexual-friendly. Please also note that I'm not good at comitting to reading a book, so preferable some relatively short stuff.
Ok bye :)
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2021.12.08 19:20 Erutious The Night I Met Soap Sally
The snowstorm was one of epic proportions.
It closed the schools for three weeks, right up until Christmas break.
And that was when the disappearances started.
"Better not stay out too late, or Soap Sally will get you." my mom called to me as I went out the door to play with Rob and Terrel.
I rolled my eyes at her, slipping my mittens on as I grabbed my sled from beside the door, "Sure, mom. I'll be sure to watch out for Soap Sally."
That had always been mom's little attempt to scare me as a kid.
When I was younger, like four or five, mom would use it to make sure I was inside before the streetlights came on. I remember the first time she ever said it to me; the moment ingrained in my brain forever. I was heading out to play in the sandbox in my front yard, something dad had spent all day building on his day off, and she had offhandedly told me to make sure I was in before dark because Soap Sally would take me away. I had stopped, little pale and shovel in hand, and asked her who Soap Sally was.
My mother just shrugged and said it was something her mother had always said, and the two of us had used it as a kind of personal joke from then on.
"Better get the groceries in before dark," I would say to mom, "Soap Sally might get us."
"Better hurry up and take out the trash," Mom would say, "I think I hear Soup Sally prowling."
We'd done it so long, it had become normal, but I wasn't a baby anymore. I was twelve, and I knew that Soap Sally was just some boogyman that adults used to scare kids. She was no more real than the Wampus Cat, another of my mother's colorful stories, and I put it out of my mind as I ran to join the others. Terrel had told us that his brother had told him about a big hill near Baskers Pond.
"It's so steep that when you come down it, you almost fly!" he said.
So I trudged through the fresh powder, over the streets that no longer looked like streets at all, and made my way towards the edge of town. My hometown isn't very big, one of those two stoplights and a gas station kind of places you always drive through on your way to somewhere else. There were maybe twenty kids my age in town, and our whole school was probably less than your graduating class. We knew we were living in a podunk town in the Georgia hills, and most of us dreamed of getting out after high school and doing anything but staying here.
For some of us, that dream was actually realized.
For others, the cemetery was all they had to look forward to.
I met Terrel near Baskers Park, a small little picnic and play area that butted up against Baskers Pond. The pond wasn't huge, but it was a great place to swim and fish in the summertime and just enjoy yourself. Today, however, it was a winter wonderland of fresh snow and chilly winds. Terrel was bundled up to his eyebrows in a thick ski jacket, and his snow pants had little rolls in them that made him look a little like the Michelin man. He, too, was clutching a battered old sled, and when he spoke, I could still see the air puff from his mouth.
"Bout time. Wheres Rob?"
That was when we heard a loud call from up the road, and Rob came running with a banana yellow disk under his arm. He was wearing a matching ski suit and a pair of thick snow boots that seemed to be the only thing he wore that wasn't yellow. His voice cut through the sound of the wind like a foghorn, and I wondered if we were the only people in the whole town not inside right now?
It was a little bit spooky, even in the middle of the day.
"Took you long enough." Terrel said, "Are we ready to sled?"
"If this hill is half as cool as you say it is, T, then I'm ready to sled till midnight!" Rob said excitedly.
With that, we set off.
We had all seen the hill in question. Overlook crest was the place to spread your blanket on the Fourth of July to watch the fireworks, or to have a picnic, or to sit and watch the boats that went fishing out there during the warm months. It offered a great view of the water, and as we trudged up it, the hill felt about twice as steep as usual. The snow made it slippery, and the three of us were laughing and pushing as we raced to the top. Terrel won, of course. Terrel was a beefy kid, and he was harder to push down than Rob, who was mostly skin and bones.
He set his sled against the snow, and when he slid down, he really did seem to fly.
We spent the day on the hill, sledding, snowball fighting, making snowmen, and generally enjoying the day. Blizzards like these were rare, and we had been having a lot of days like this where we were free just to be kids and enjoy our childhood. Sometimes we linked up with other kids from school to have snowball fights or play games, but mostly it was just Terrel and Rob, and me, enjoying the childhood we had before it was over. We had all expected it to end when we went to Highschool, the dying place of childish things, but none of us could have guessed that it might be something childish that ended our innocence.
I didn't notice it was getting dark until the street lights came on and sent a dazzle of diamonds up from the snow.
"Oh crap," I said, "moms gonna be mad if I'm late."
"Oh, relax," Rob said, "it's not like we have school tomorrow. As long as you're home before bedtime, why would she care?"
Rob's parents were never home, leaving him in his aunts or Grandmother's care since they worked late. Terrell and I, however, had mothers and fathers who would expect us home when the street lights came on, and I could see Terrel shuffling nervously too. We were all poised at the top of the hill, prepared to race to the bottom, and when Rob saw our looks, he rolled his eyes and jumped.
"Last one to the bottom is a baby!"
We all jumped then, putting on a burst of speed as we tried to catch him.
As we came down, I began to hear a strange sound. The rumble of something rolling down the street, the jingle of an almost merry bell, and the hum of a gravelly voice. I looked around, trying to find the source of the noise, and that's when I saw her walk under a street light. It was an old woman pushing a wheelbarrow or a small cart. We were heading right for her, and Rob was turned around backward so he could laugh and mug at us.
"Rob," I shouted, "look out!"
He turned just in time to smack face-first into the cart.
We swerved to a stop, Terrel and I running down the hill the rest of the way. We could already see the old lady bending over him to inspect the prone boy, and under the glare of the street light, he looked pretty bad. There was a big gash on his forehead, and blood was leaving red streaks down his yellow ski suit. Rob was groaning when we approached, and the woman looked up at us, smiling feebly as she rose to her full height.
She was as wide as she was tall, and she was nearly six feet tall. She wore a voluminous black dress, her hair caught in a scarf of a kerchief that trapped it to her head. Her hands were liver-spotted, her fingers long and spidery as they sank back into her sleeves. The cart she was pushing seemed to be empty, and I figured she was on her way to pick something up when we bumped into her. There was a bell attached to it, and as Rob flopped back against it again, it tinkled merrily.
"Deary me!" she said, and her voice was thin and spidery, "I didn't see you there, son. Are you okay?"
We helped Rob to his feet, but he was very shaky and hardly able to stand. I was worried that maybe he had a concussion, maybe even a broken skull, and I wanted to help get him home as quickly as I could. Terrel asked the woman if we could borrow her cart, but she said she needed it later and couldn't loan it to us.
"But," she said, "I will help you back to my cottage so you can call for help. I'll make you something warm to drink while you call your parents and let them know what happened. Put him in the cart now, and you can help me push him to my house."
I was hesitant, mom was always clear on not taking rides from strangers and certainly not going into their houses, but Rob groaned and wobbled then, which made up my mind. Our town was so small, after all. We had never seen this old lady before, but what were the chances that she would want to hurt us? No one ever wanted to hurt us and, despite all the lessons about stranger danger, we had never even heard of anyone getting kidnapped.
We loaded Rob into the wagon, the bell jingling as he slid in, and pushed it back the way she had come.
As it turned out, the woman lived in the woods behind Baskers Park. The tired rumbled over the woodchips that led to her house, and Rob groaned as he was jostled in the cart. We had left our sleds behind, and we moved unburdened towards a dark little cabin at the end of the long road. It looked spooky in the night, not a candle or a light to be seen inside.
"You can push him right in the front door," she graveled out, and as we neared, something screamed at me not to go inside that house. Common sense seemed to have reasserted itself, and when I paused on the steps to the front porch, the old woman and Terrel barely noticed. As the door came open, I could smell something like wax melting, the warm aromatic smell of tallow. There were floral smells as well and something akin to the cooking of bacon fat. There was another smell, though, something that prickled the hairs on the back of my neck. A coppery smell, a wet smell, and when I took a step back, the old woman seemed to notice that I hadn't come inside.
She turned in the doorway, and we made eye contact for a few seconds before she asked why I wasn't coming in?
"I just remembered that I," I thought of something anything, and landed on a flimsy lie, "my dad was coming to pick us up. If he comes to the park and we're gone, then he'll worry. So I probably need to…."
I had turned to go back down the cedar path, but suddenly her hand was around my wrist.
I felt my breath catch as I looked down at those long, spindly fingers. The bones creaked beneath the skin, and the flesh around them was so thin that I imagined I could see those bones through the pale wrapper that surrounded them. As firm as her grip was, her skin was waxy and slick. It reminded me of nothing so much as candle wax, heated tallow, and when I looked into her face, I could see nothing human there.
Her face looked like an exceptionally well-crafted mask.
A mask made of human skin.
"Come inside," she whispered, and I could see that her mask bore too much makeup. She had really caked it on, and it made her look almost clownish. Whoever had applied it had applied it roughly. Her eyes were like black pits beneath all that dark shadow.
"I," I whispered, my dry tongue battering at chapped lips, "I just need to tell my dad where I….:
"Your father can't help you now." she breathed, grinning with her mouth full of gravestone teeth, "but don't worry, you'll see him soon."
She yanked my arm then, and I saw my one chance to escape.
I pulled back hard and nearly toppled her from the porch, my arm slipping from her greasy grip.
I was running flat out as she cawed angrily behind me.
I didn't stop running until I reached my house.
My mom was waiting for me on the porch, looking angry as I came running up. She asked what I thought I was doing out so late? She asked if I meant to meet the Soap Sally that she always joked about? She asked me if I intended to freeze to death in the snow?
All those questions went unanswered.
All her anger disappeared as I wrapped my arms around her and told her that some old woman had taken Terrel and Rob. She called the police but seemed angry when she hung up. She told me that they must have thought she was someone pulling a prank. They told her that they would get right on it and that next time Soap Sally came after her to make sure there was less than a foot of snow on the ground. She sent me to bed, but my dreams were full of the old woman and her deep, pitiless eyes.
In my dreams, she got me.
In my dreams, she cackled as she peeled my skin off.
I woke up the next day to hear mom on the phone with Terrel's mom.
"He came home in a state last night, said some lady had Terrel, just like I told you last night. Didn't you find anything? I'll…. I'll ask him once he gets up. If he comes home, let me know, please."
She hung up the phone and came to talk to me.
The police came by later that day to question me.
I guess they were taking the disappearance of two children a little more seriously now.
I told them exactly what I had told my mom. Rob had hit his head, and the old lady had offered to help us. We put him in a cart and pushed him to her house. I got spooked and tried to run, but she grabbed me. I got free and ran for the house. I told my mom what had happened, but the police hadn't believed her. It seemed like they were interested in this house now and asked me to take them to it.
I gave them directions, but I refused to go anywhere near it.
They came back and told me that the house had been abandoned for years and asked if I was sure.
I told them I was, and they said all they had found was a little bit of dried blood and a black dress that might fit a horse.
They didn't believe me, that much was apparent, but they believed me after the soap arrived.
I woke up one morning, about a week after Rob and Terrel's disappearance, and walked downstairs to the smell of breakfast. Mom was making flapjacks and bacon, and the smell turned my stomach a little as the familiar odor assaulted my nose. To this day, the smell of hot fat makes me want to puke, and the smell of it always takes me back to that house and that day.
"Sweety, could you bring the milk in from the front porch?"
I looked outside, "The snow's three feet deep, mom. I doubt the milkman ran today."
"Well, I heard someone on the porch a few minutes ago. They left something and didn't knock. See if it's the milk before it freezes, please?"
Sitting on the mat, was a smaller wicker basket. Sitting on a bed of black cloth were square packages wrapped in wax paper. I felt my breath hitch as I saw the cloth but tried to shake it off. What didn't remind me of the old woman in the woods these days? I reached down to pick up the package and felt the semi-solid brick of soap as it smooshed a little in my fingers. I unwrapped it, not sure who would leave soap on our doorstep, and that's when I saw the note. It was under the soaps, written in a long spidery hand, and the words sent a shudder through me that the winter chill couldn't top.
"See you soon."
I felt the soap slip from my numb fingers.
When it hit the boards, I looked down and saw something that pushed a scream up my throat.
It was a bone.
A finger bone.
The police told my dad that it had been Rob's finger bone, but they found trace evidence of Terrel's bones in the other bar of soap. Both their parents had received similar baskets of soap and, unfortunately, Rob's Grandmother had brought it from her bathroom when the police came to check. She had been washing her hands with it all day, having no clue that she was washing her hands with her grandson's body.
My own Grandmother came to visit a few days later. She and mom had a long talk about something, and I got the feeling mom didn't want her to tell me something. As she shuffled to my room, I couldn't help but shudder as I imagined my door opening to reveal a huge woman in a black dress and shawl, leering at me as she smiled her witch's grin.
When my Grandma knocked, I told her to come in.
She sat on the bed with me and seemed to think about what she meant to say.
"I grew up in this town too; you know that. One night, my friend Grace and I were late coming home from a church dance. We cut through the park, and as we passed by the sign that said "Welcome to Baskers Park," we saw an old woman who was trying to fix her cart. She asked us to help her, asked us to help her get the cart to her house, and we obliged. No sooner had I seen her house, though, than I got a tickling feeling. My mother had told me about Soap Sally too, and I suddenly realized what that smell was around her cart. It was tallow, and lye, and blood. You got really lucky, kiddo," she said, giving me a little hug as her bones creaked in just that way Soap Sallys had, "don't press that luck by being careless."
She left then, and we never spoke about it again.
That was five years ago, five long winters ago.
The snow is back, and the days are short, but I haven't left my home after dark since that night I lost my best friends. Though I never saw her again, I knew she had seen me. Sometimes I hear the grumble of that cart, the tinkle of the bell, and it sends me running home as surely as it did that night I escaped her. My greatest fear is that she will make good on her threat one day.
One day, Soup Sally may leave me on my parent's front porch, their missing son unknowingly come home.
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2021.12.08 19:20 No-Cryptographer-256 Day 2 Build my world, Top comment Wins
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2021.12.08 19:20 LadyWiener A comforting cold touch
2021.12.08 19:20 bigphatphrogtiddies What should i feed my salamander larvae?
I have 3 larval marbled salamanders, around 7-8 weeks old. I've been cutting up earthworms into small bits and feeding them some every so often, but lately they aren't interested. I tried to feed them some small worm bits one day, and the next they had cannibalized one of the other babies. What should I feed them? I have plenty of worms and brine shrimp eggs, if that helps.
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2021.12.08 19:20 MugShots LVMPD Traffic Alert
2021.12.08 19:20 Nifty_NFT Question: Best Place to Mint NFT Collection? AB2Gallery Vs RandGallery
Whatsup everyone. Minting an 400+ NFT collection soon.
Wondering which $Algo exchange/platform is best to mint on.
Rand is much faster to mint, but I've heard it uses atomic transfer whereas AB2 uses smart contracts.
2021.12.08 19:20 kichguy Almost done with my 200sq ft cabin.
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2021.12.08 19:20 ApplesVsApples What'd be a good medium to share the things I read and watch about innovation & technology on?
I've noticed a big chunk of my free time consists of being a massive sponge when it comes to news and information about innovation and tech. I thought I'd make a chunk of that more useful by sharing what I learn. In my circles people don't seem too interested about hearing what I've learned. So I thought it'd maybe be a good idea to share those topics and perhaps my ideas and visions to others who would be interested. I've tried writing but I'm not too big on it as it's a bit more structured than I'd prefer.
Do you have any advice on a medium and perhaps platform where I could share these on?
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2021.12.08 19:20 ur_mom_a_barney_pedo Cursed_Asian
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2021.12.08 19:20 Cordeona Aconteceu aquilo que mais temíamos.
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