2021.12.03 19:23 exoticbrewer6 How to piss off Beff Jezos
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2021.12.03 19:23 noisydocter Attempting to make a nuke.
Hey, I am trying to make a script in which when I press a button (model) it will trigger an explosion via an already working free model set to explode when touched. (I am just doing this for fun, no shame.) Any ideas on how I could implement this?
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2021.12.03 19:23 BRhNicole Business hotel
2021.12.03 19:23 Opabin1a Im bored, anyone wanna talk? 15F if it matters
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2021.12.03 19:23 jakePgeorge Has anyone heard if Louise Thompson has had her baby?
2021.12.03 19:23 brissa777 20year old female, 220lbs, 5’2, medications: propranolol20mg/ twice a day, no history of any illness
i’ve been experiencing random sharp pains in my lower right side of my stomach i’m worried it’s appendicitis. the sharp pains aren’t excruciating but they’re bothersome. i’ve been having pain while urinating and afterwards and i know appendicitis can mimic a UTI
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2021.12.03 19:23 OnePhatPanda Did she just lose interest?
Hey, recently I(25,m) had a couple of dates with a girl(26,f) and they both went really well. She finished both of them talking about how much she enjoyed them.
A couple of days after the second date, she just kinda stopped texting back and has been distant. I quite enjoyed hanging out with her and from what she said she enjoyed it to. I don’t really understand why all of a sudden she’s backed off.
Any advice? I’m not really sure what to do or how to do it and have no idea what’s happened.
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2021.12.03 19:23 ElleWoods- Waitlisted at GULC
2021.12.03 19:23 YouVision I DONT WANT A SPRITE CRANBERRY
2021.12.03 19:23 YumYumASMR [intentional] ASMR! Relax! Unpacking Kinder JOY! Satisfying
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2021.12.03 19:23 Thrashtilldeath67 Follow up post to the metroid fusion cart that wouldn't save. Swapped the mask rom over to a working rockman exe 4 cart and now metroid fusion saves.
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2021.12.03 19:23 MySyndromeIsDown what if i had a aneurysm right now and died? that would be fucking lit (:<
2021.12.03 19:23 NecroCannon If you were suddenly in your 10 year old body, are you an adult still or are you a child?
I have a character in my comic that’s like that, and that question keeps coming up to me. He was basically stuck in space time and studied under a god of knowledge for ten years, but when he came out, he was 10 years old, 300 years into the future. Granted the world barely progressed because of magic causing an apocalypse in the 1980s. But thanks to his knowledge of the past and scientific knowledge he learned under the god, he’s one of the most important people in the world bringing technology and science back to where it was before. It’s interesting to write his character, but there’s something that’s so dangerous to walk on that I’m struggling to find an answer it for it.
Can he truly date anyone anymore? Even though he has the body of a kid, he can’t just date kids for obvious reasons, but he also can’t date adults since he’s only mentally 25 and now, they’re the problematic one. It’s one of the main reasons he doesn’t enjoy being young again and wants to find a way to become an adult. I could just have him get sad looking at couples and families, but the reader wouldn’t FEEL for him that way, I want to have him go through love and have that realization.
My idea was to have him meet this college girl when he’s 14 (mentally 25). She’s struggling with science courses but she wants to become a chemist. He helps her out and she finds out who he is and they hit it off since she wants to know more about the past. They begin hanging out and having fun, you see him get happier and happier, falling deeper in love. One day he looks in the mirror and realizes that, he’s only just a kid. When he sees her, he asks what does she think about her and that’s where I feel like it could be controversial.
I wanted to treat it almost like a disability. She doesn’t see him for what he is, but who he is on the inside (I wanted to drive home that too by having him be shown in his adult form for the first time through her eyes). He’s an adult stuck in a kids body and he ultimately has to either find a method to age himself up or wait years to become an adult and potentially becoming a different person entirely since his brain is now more susceptible to changes. And while I feel like they both get time to think it over until she graduates from college in a few months, I feel like they should date and be in a non-intimate relationship. ultimately giving the answer of “adult” in that situation, but I feel like some people would consider it pedophilia no matter how much it’s shown that it’s not physical attraction. But as someone that likes challenges, I don’t want to run away from this.
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2021.12.03 19:23 IWillStrangleYou Is his ear infection fixed? (Comments)
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2021.12.03 19:23 PJthemummy Where is the Spider-Man Noir suit?
Sorry if this has been posted before, searching "Noir" returned 0 results but that can't be right. I see several recolors but not the actual skin.
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2021.12.03 19:23 Smitty_RFL_Commish RFL College Series 3 | #18 Clemson vs #13 South Carolina Week 13 Highlights!
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2021.12.03 19:23 NewsElfForEnterprise Dow ends well off Friday's low, Nasdaq falls 1.8% and all 3 major stock-market indexes post weekly losses in wild week
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2021.12.03 19:23 gabeisawizard When was the last time they ended a show with something other than everlong?
2021.12.03 19:23 Rufus0t0firefly Dean interviews Odd Thomas
Dean Interviews Odd
Through a mutual friend — the renowned mystery writer, P. Oswald Boone, the only acquaintance of mine who both weighs 400 pounds and has eleven fingers — I arranged to meet Odd Thomas in a back booth at the Pico Mundo Grille, in Pico Mundo, California, where he has worked as a short-order cook. I agreed in advance that I would not ask about his heroic actions at Green Moon Mall last year. He is embarrassed by the subject and does not consider himself a hero. When I arrived, he was drinking a cherry Coke and had taken the liberty of ordering one for me.
OT: Or you could have a lemon Coke. I can get you one. DK: Cherry is fine. OT: I feel funny about this, sir. I’m afraid I’ve never read any of your novels. DK: Well, you’re only twenty-one, and you’ve led a very full life. Not much time for reading. OT: Actually, I’ve had a lot of time for reading. I’ve just never tried any of yours. I thought they were about vampires, but Ozzie tells me they aren’t. yours. I thought they were about vampires, but Ozzie tells me they aren’t.
DK: You don’t like vampire novels?
OT: Vampires, werewolves… I don’t find that kind of story convincing.
DK: Yet you see ghosts.
OT: I see the lingering dead, yes. But that’s just between us, right?
OT: That’s a secret. Only a few friends know about it.
DK: Your secret’s safe with me, son.
OT: Ozzie says never trust a writer.
DK: He’s a writer.
OT: Ozzie says that’s how he knows what swine they are. No offense, sir. I’m just quoting him.
DK: But he’s a writer, and you trust him.
OT: Yes, but he’s Ozzie.
DK: And I’m not half the man that he is.
OT: Barely more than a third, sir. But…I think I can trust you. I almost feel as if we’ve met before.
DK: I understand Elvis Presley hangs out with you.
OT: His spirit. Yes, sir.
DK: That must be cool.
OT: Cooler than if it was the spirit of Lawrence Welk, I guess.
DK: Why hasn’t he moved on to the next world? Has he told you?
OT: The dead don’t talk, sir.
DK: Or sing?
OT: No, sir. But now and then he does some fine dance moves.
DK: Does he still like fried peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches?
OT: The dead don’t eat, either. Which is a good thing. I don’t earn enough to feed them. And there would be an awful lot of dishes to wash.
DK: What does Elvis do when you hang out together?
OT: Sometimes we listen to his music. And he cries.
DK: The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll cries?
OT: Sometimes he’s a faucet, sir.
DK: But you like having him around?
OT: I do. Yes, sir. There’s something sweet about him.
DK: He’s not the kind of guy to shoot someone at the Vibe Awards.
OT: No, sir. In Elvis’s day, singers didn’t shoot or stab one another.
DK: Maybe they weren’t as passionate about their music as the new guys are.
OT: Or maybe they were sane.
DK: Why do these spirits come to you, Odd?
OT: Mostly for justice.
DK: Because they’ve been murdered?
OT: Not Elvis. But others, yes. And sometimes it’s just for comfort, reassurance.
DK: You’ve been given quite a gift. But the dead showing up all the time — that must be disconcerting.
OT: And they don’t respect the privacy of the living. I’ll be in the bathroom, and one of them will walk right through the wall.
DK: That would be annoying.
OT: Yes, sir. And constipating.
DK: Every gift has a price.
OT: I’m never caught up with the laundry.
OT: All the running, jumping, and chasing — seems like it always leads me through one filthy place or another. I sometimes go through three pairs of jeans a day.
DK: What laundry detergent do you use?
OT: Whatever’s cheapest.
DK: Do you always wear jeans?
OT: Not always. I own two pair of chinos, but those are mainly for dressy occasions.
DK: When do you feel the need to dress up?
OT: Never. What do you wear when you write, sir?
DK: Jeans and Hawaiian shirts. But fortunately writing isn’t a filthy business.
OT: Ozzie says it can be when you’re dealing with Hollywood. Have you ever seen a ghost, sir?
DK: No. And I’m not sure I’d want to.
OT: Well, at least they don’t shoot at you.
DK: Do people often shoot at you, son?
OT: More often than I’d like.
DK: What kind of gun do you carry, Odd?
OT: I don’t carry a gun, sir. I’m a short-order cook. I don’t need much more than a spatula.
DK: Have you had strange experiences other than with ghosts? For instance, have you ever seen Big Foot?
OT: I haven’t had the pleasure of making Mr. Foot’s acquaintance.
OT: Like everyone, I’ve seen Mr. Donald Trump on TV, but I’ve never had a face-to-face encounter with a being from another world.
DK: So for you, it’s just ghosts.
OT: Yes, sir. I just see the lingering dead. But that’s enough. Believe me, that’s plenty
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2021.12.03 19:23 noramcsparkles There's a lump on the side of my neck
At first I didn’t think the lump on my neck was anything out of the ordinary. It looked like a big zit- annoying, but nothing to worry about. Then it started growing. I was freaked out, but not enough to see anyone about it. I mean, I have terrible health insurance, so I can’t exactly afford a doctor’s appointment just to be told that I have a weird pimple. By the time it was big enough to really worry me, it was too late.
When I woke up and saw that the lump had burst, I was glad. When I went to the bathroom to clean up and I was covered in some kind of weird pus, I took it as a good sign. That proved it was just a zit, or a boil, or something else mostly harmless. I took a washcloth and started cleaning off the residue when I noticed that there was something inside my neck. I didn’t know what else to do but to pull it out. It looked like a weird string of flesh, still a little gooey from whatever was inside that lump. I thought it was just a weird side effect of whatever happened to me, and I threw it out without a second thought. I finished cleaning up and put the biggest bandaid I could find over the area where the lump had been, and by the time I left for work I had already forgotten about it.
I actually didn’t think about it at all for a few days, other than when I changed the bandaid a few times. It didn’t seem to be bleeding or producing more pus or anything, but I kept a clean bandage on it anyways. At least it meant other people wouldn’t notice or comment on the healing wound. It was a couple days after it had burst that I noticed the trashcan in my bathroom had gotten knocked over. I grabbed it to put it back when I saw the thing that had come out of my neck. And then it turned and looked at me with two gaping holes that almost looked like eyes. I screamed and dropped the trash can. The thing inched out, almost like a worm, writhing and wriggling on my tile floor. I looked around for something to smash it with and grabbed the hand soap dispenser, but by the time I lunged for the thing on the floor it had disappeared.
Now I was freaked out. Whatever had come out of me was alive. I started googling anything I could think of that might explain it: parasites, worms, infections. But nothing seemed to match up with what I saw. I kept a lookout for it around my house, so I could kill it or study it or trap it to bring it to a doctor, but wherever it had hidden, it was good.
I thought, optimistically, that it might have died.
I also thought, pessimistically, that it might have somehow crawled back inside of me. Maybe while I was asleep.
When I saw it again, three days after the bathroom, it was barely recognizable as the thing I had first pulled out of my neck. It had grown. Or, maybe more accurately, it had evolved. It was bigger, crawling around my living room on appendages that could almost be arms and legs. I chased after it on instinct, but it turned and ran under my couch before I could reach it. I crouched down to look at it, and it looked back at me with those empty sockets. It wasn’t a rope of flesh or a worm anymore, it was a creature, and too close to human for comfort.
I didn’t know what to do with this thing living under my couch. I didn’t have any way to trap it, and any time it came back out it was too fast for me to get to it. Eventually I figured I would just have to live with it while I figured out what to do. Could I call animal control? My doctor? A university? I kept googling, thinking I couldn’t be the first person who ever got this parasite- or whatever it was- but nothing came up. So I just let it live under my sofa. I ignored it and hoped it would go away.
We ignored each other for two weeks. It got bigger. And it evolved more. It started to look more and more human. It walked on two legs, sometimes. It stayed under the couch for about a week, until it didn’t fit anymore, and then I think it went to live in my closet. I started to think of it as a pet, almost. It wasn’t cute, or anything, but it was harmless. It shared my space and didn’t cause any trouble. Maybe a roommate would be a better analogy.
I became desensitized to it by the end of those two weeks. Sometimes I even forgot it was there. Which is why it came as a shock when I came home from work yesterday to see it standing in my kitchen. I could tell it was the thing that crawled out of my neck, but it didn’t look anything like that anymore. It looked like me. I hadn’t noticed because the changes were so gradual and it hid away so much, but that thing was growing into a copy of me. It was a perfect replica: same height, same hair, it was even standing with my posture. It was wearing my clothes, down to a pair of socks I thought I lost in the dryer last week. I guess I was right that it had moved into my closet.
It was just standing there, looking out my kitchen window. It seemed almost calm. I wasn’t sure what to do, at first. I walked up to it, and for the first time, it didn’t run away. It just kept staring out the window with its back to me. Maybe it saw something out there that was distracting it. Maybe it just decided it was time to face each other. We stood silently for a moment. And then it turned around and looked at me with those black eyes. It hadn’t replicated my eyes, it still had two black holes in its face. I know they were eyes, though. I could feel them staring at me.
I acted on instinct. I knew I needed to kill this thing. I reached out for anything nearby, and grabbed the first thing my hand came into contact with. It was my toaster, sitting unplugged on the counter. I hit the thing wearing my clothes on the head and it went down. I kept hitting it and hitting it and hitting it as its flesh ripped apart, knowing I had to destroy it. It barely fought back, really.
The thing didn’t bleed as it died. It just leaked more of that pus that came out of my neck. By the time I came to my senses and stopped pounding it with the toaster it was just a mass of flesh and goo, soaking into the clothes it had stolen. I gathered it up and put it all in a trash bag- the clothes and the toaster too. I threw it out and cleaned up the kitchen in a daze. You can’t even tell that anything happened there anymore. I went to bed still on autopilot, and when I woke up I could almost believe I dreamed up the thing that grew out of me. Maybe I would believe it was a dream if I hadn’t looked in the mirror this morning.
There’s another lump on my neck.
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2021.12.03 19:23 Peanut-Bear I've seen a lot of slander towards the Ravager. I will not stand for such hatred against my precious gun. This is how you use it affectively. (Tho, I think you should be allowed to primary fire once after a full charge to clean up with the gun itself.)
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2021.12.03 19:23 Cornfan813 Id help please! Western oregon coast
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2021.12.03 19:23 Short_Importance760 Negative advice
So I asked for advice not blaming on anything. Nobody knows the history of my life or my husband it was only about the step son and dad with my son. Before you assume anything try to understand. My post was about getting advice to those who have step kids and their SO asked to help him and you try but the child won't listen. In my opinion I tried but didn't go further so I just let it go and didn't bother anymore. Well my husband asks me again why am I not helping and I told him well your son said I'm trying to control his life which I'm not, basically I'm trying to make him understand that he can clean after himself too just like reverting else in the house. I do have other kids and they never gave me this issue but my husband spoils his son so much and doesn't do anything like chores around the house, literally school then games all day and night in his room. As for my son I keep him with my mom so she won't be home alone and I go see him but sometimes hangout with us. Yes my son is 9 and no issue with my husband he listens to him. So with all this being said I didn't ask to come at me and assume anything I just stated the issue not the background of anybody. His son likes me and his dad and mom were actually separated before she died because she was abusive to my husband. I was also in a abusive relationship so that's where we understood each other. My parents were abusive too but I learned and started educating myself on how to raise a child with love and good morals and respect and dignity. So yeah I don't need your negative comments or assumptions. Yes he doesn't want therapy either for his loss. I go to church not them because that's their choice not to but my choice to go with my son. I'm not forcing it to any of them.
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2021.12.03 19:23 Houndsy LF: Thunderstone FT: Breedjects
[r] looking for a thunderstone. trynna battle my brother asap. I got a ton of breedjects such as larvitar, gastly, glameow, chimchar, magby, and eevee in return for one
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