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No idea who’s advising the kid but surely any player with half a brain realises Chelsea ain’t the one. You’re just gonna be another kid who may get the odd game along with one of the other 75 youngsters they’ve signed.
Still we move, let’s hope it was potentially a smokescreen but I dunno, did seem a legit Amorim signing.
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r/manchesterunited
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comment
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r/ManchesterUnited
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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WTH….
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r/letgirlshavefun
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comment
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r/LetGirlsHaveFun
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2025-03-14
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anger
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Definitely Velma (2023)—it tries way too hard to be edgy with excessive swearing and adult humor
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r/cartoons
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comment
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r/cartoons
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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Fuck that goes hard. This is how it should be.
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r/formuladank
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comment
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r/formuladank
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Really?
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r/crossfit
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comment
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r/crossfit
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2025-03-14
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surprise
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Mf is dollarstore Seongji, bro got his ass beat by Taejin lmaooooo
Seongoat would never
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r/lookismcomic
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comment
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r/lookismcomic
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2025-03-14
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anger
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The happy face is best part
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r/nvidia
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comment
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r/nvidia
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Isn't it meant to be a punishment though?
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r/damnthatsinteresting
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comment
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r/Damnthatsinteresting
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2025-03-14
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fear
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Bruno and De Gea are the only two close for me in the post-SAF era. Rashford could've become one, but would truly need to get his act together.
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r/manchesterunited
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comment
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r/ManchesterUnited
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2025-03-14
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sadness
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whats the game gonna be about? that looks amazing
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r/roblox
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comment
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r/roblox
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Just because it’s general ed to you doesn’t mean it’s general ed for everyone else. She probably takes her field more seriously than you do. I could complain about the same thing for annoying ass science courses I’ve had
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r/mtsac
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comment
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r/MtSAC
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2025-03-14
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anger
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Didn't like Space Jam 2
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r/nbatalk
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comment
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r/NBATalk
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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Thanks.
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r/actuallesbians
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comment
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r/actuallesbians
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Everytime i play dominion people just spam r1 all time and allshields are always red and i do 0 damage. I play warden. I am mad now i die all time i can't do shit. I fo back to sekiro it's easier.
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r/forhonor
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post
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r/forhonor
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2025-03-14
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anger
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I forgot we even had those. Thank you for reminding me.
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r/ffxiv
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comment
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r/ffxiv
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2025-03-14
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surprise
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I mean, it's obviously the best weapon for her. But asides from that, I think it's the only weapon that suits her aesthetics. So if you really like Furina, then yeah it's worth it in my opinion
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r/furinamains
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comment
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r/furinamains
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2025-03-14
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joy
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This…. This is healthy. Everyone should be like you and your husband.
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r/musicsuggestions
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comment
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r/musicsuggestions
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Love it
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r/photo
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comment
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r/photo
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Nope its angels own fault
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r/hazbin
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comment
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r/hazbin
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2025-03-14
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anger
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Measles is going to be everywhere sooner than later.
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r/philadelphia
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comment
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r/philadelphia
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2025-03-14
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fear
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They don't respond outside of that sub if they are real because they get faced with facts. Seriously they just come in spout their bs then leave.
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r/stockmarket
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comment
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r/StockMarket
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2025-03-14
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anger
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Holy shit we need more pixel of zzz. This is amazing
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r/ellenjoemains
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comment
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r/EllenJoeMains
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Anyone going mangog or juggernaut is a fool
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r/superheroes
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comment
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r/superheroes
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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Tokyo Ghoul is mostly because its not faithful to the manga. It does its own thing at times and it doesnt do it better. Its easier to like TG if you havent read the manga. It is like The Walking Dead. The comic was so good and the show thought they could do things better and ruined a lot of moments
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r/animequestions
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comment
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r/animequestions
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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TIL Dr House MD is a coffin salesman
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r/okbuddycinephile
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comment
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r/okbuddycinephile
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2025-03-14
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surprise
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Air Force One
“Get off my plane!”
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r/cinema
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comment
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r/Cinema
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2025-03-14
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anger
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That says more about NA than about TES lol.
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r/leagueoflegends
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comment
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r/leagueoflegends
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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Thank for the link. There should be a montage of these images pinned to the sub.
Yesterday was a success. It's been over 36 hours for me. By responding to my thread yesterday you kept me engaged with this sub and every time I read this sub I stay motivated because it's a reminder of the consequences. It's odd that I can feel myself being short of breath and feeling unhealthy but the big driver for behavioral change is reading about other people's experiences and seeing images like the ones you just posted to so thank you for helping me.
I picked up Grinds and NZE. They're not the same but they help with all the weird fixation shit like putting the tin in your pocket when you're walking out the door or having something to stuff in your lip. It's fascinating how much of this addiction is the comfort of these small interactions with a physical object.
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r/quittingzyn
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comment
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r/QuittingZyn
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Give me Archeage or lineage 2 with this combat and graphics and i would give my ass.
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r/throneandliberty
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comment
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r/throneandliberty
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2025-03-14
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joy
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When they scream "LIAR, KILLER..." you can hear like a voice that's not even real. He's also in Cigaro. Who is behind that?
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r/systemofadown
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post
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r/systemofadown
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2025-03-14
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anger
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Sure bhai , plzz help me out here. I will be very thankful.
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r/catpreparation
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comment
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r/CATpreparation
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Oof, that right haunch really needs a rake brushing. If I can see it across the internet you need to get busy
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r/alaskanmalamute
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comment
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r/AlaskanMalamute
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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Bro could search it on google but decided to post on Reddit 🗿
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r/dragonballsuper
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comment
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r/Dragonballsuper
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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Salam sister. Ive been here before, not to your extreme, but the lack of intimacy and initiation to do anything romantic or sexual drained me. Same with all the decision making. My advice may be met with controversy, but you NEED to put your foot down and give him an ultimatum. He either grows up and fulfills your rights or you're leaving. I know you said he's a kind man etc but no one kind does this to their own spouse. Unfortunately you have to threaten with divorce, and maybe separate again. He's acting completely childish and not like a husband should and it's NOT normal. I'm sorry you're taking on the mental load. No one should feel like they're co-parents. Best of luck
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r/muslimmarriage
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comment
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r/MuslimMarriage
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2025-03-14
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anger
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I've always wondered what the fallout would be if Ukraine developed and deployed one of their own nukes in their occupied territory behind Russian lines. They're not attacking Russia, they're defending Ukraine and using the weapon on Ukrainian soil.
I don't really want to find out, but I am curious as to how it would go down.
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r/politicaldiscussion
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comment
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r/PoliticalDiscussion
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2025-03-14
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fear
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Solved!
It was ws2812 driver. Removing it helped.
Thanks everyone for helping me 🙏
Especially thank you [manize ](https://www.reddit.com/u/manize/s/2uAnWGHnC0), for finding it in qmk documentation.
[the project ](https://github.com/Aghrezar/My-humble-start-with-split-keyboard-/tree/Humble-start) was updated.
Now i need to dive in cad modeling )
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r/handwiredkeyboards
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comment
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r/HandwiredKeyboards
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2025-03-14
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joy
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I’m SO glad they didn’t. Would’ve ruined the whole parallel for me. The fact that the relationship between them never got to play out, either on the innie side or outie side is the whole tradgedy of it all
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r/severanceappletvplus
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comment
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r/SeveranceAppleTVPlus
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2025-03-14
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sadness
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why would the same car with the same work done to it have different db readings genius
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r/scca
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comment
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r/SCCA
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2025-03-14
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anger
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I’d definitely say so! Such an awesome first catch.
Would love to see pictures of her fully in inspect mode or when you sort out a tack set for her, if you don’t mind! Lowkey obsessed with how pretty she is.
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r/wildhorseislands
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comment
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r/WildHorseIslands
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2025-03-14
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joy
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No once can blame you, he's a cutie
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r/vivaladirtleague
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comment
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r/VivaLaDirtLeague
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2025-03-14
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joy
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clearly, as I have stuck with the show just to make one obscure comment, in one post, to assert my refined taste and exceptionalism.
How about making a counter argument to any of the points I made about the show? Is this a discussion or do you just want to act offended every post?
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r/severanceappletvplus
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comment
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r/SeveranceAppleTVPlus
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2025-03-14
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anger
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Printed the cover and made the pages from glued together printer paper stacks
(the grid underneath is 1cm per square).
No clue what to do with them but it was a fun project anyway💫
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r/innervoice
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post
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r/innervoice
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Nice, very bright! Congrats on the new machine
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r/faceting
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comment
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r/faceting
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2025-03-14
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joy
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I went on to Med IT. Dentist's offices specifically. Dentists are the craziest mofos I've ever had to deal with.
Multiple dentists tried to get me to make copies of their DBs or help them figure out how to commit insurance and tax fraud or help them create records that would let them prescribe themselves drugs. And the porn on dentists' machines was routinely weird as eff. "Pink Over 60" and "Hairy Hungarian Honeys" being standouts in my memory that I can mention here. Lol.
I was in IT all through the dawn of IT. People were more computer illiterate than now. They often assumed that we could either work miracles or do things that obviously couldn't be done, or else did t understand that we could see all of their lies based on records on the machines and just knowing how things actually work. Like logging in under someone else's user name at 2am. Obviously I could see what time things were done, and on what machine.
People maybe aren't any smarter about HOW things work, now, but they have a better feel for what capabilities digital tech has, and maybe overestimate our ability to "hack" and find info because of bad TV hacker scenes.
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r/meirl
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comment
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r/meirl
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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Access to westlaw/lexis as a freelancer? 😂
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r/paralegal
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comment
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r/paralegal
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2025-03-14
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joy
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you would think :)))))) I'm so exhausted from her. she is so tempermental and she ALWAYS complains about me meanwhile the science teacher down the hall has a mess every day with food and crap all over the floor but she never says a damn word.
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r/teaching
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comment
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r/teaching
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2025-03-14
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anger
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Yea that’s SA and you need to have him arrested and you need to leave him for good.. that is not ok..
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r/okstorytime
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comment
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r/okstorytime
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2025-03-14
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anger
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#1 and #2 at 18 they went to college, lived at home for a summer or two during school then out for good. #3 (at 21 now) is planning on coming home for a year after he graduates but he may stick around for a few years. Whatever he needs. My youngest will likely do the same. We're always here for them.
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r/askoldpeople
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comment
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r/AskOldPeople
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2025-03-14
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joy
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I am about to graduate college after this semester and I am a bit scared. There are a lot of things I am afraid of, but the one which is most relevant to this post is my future as a writer. Ever since high school I made the decision that I wanted to be a writer, even if I spend more time than I like outlining or writing bad drafts. While I took one creative writing class at the start of my college career I have not done one since, mainly because the class I took mainly focused on poetry, which I do not enjoy writing. I also found it hard to really connect with my fellow creative writers, feeling like I didn't fit in, discouraging me from taking any more creative writing classes. Looking back it was a stupid thing to do because if I want to publish stories in the future, I am behind a lot of other people because I didn't spend as much time developing the same skills as they did.
So this semester I am taking a class on publishing and my teacher is a published poet, and I decided to ask her for advice on how to go about this dilemma. My original plan was I would just get a regular office job, and then in my free time write short stories I would try to submit to literary journals. She thought it was a good idea, but agreed with me that the biggest issue in this plan was the lack of anybody to edit my work and give me feedback on how to improve, because journals very rarely give feedback on the work you submit. She said that there are writers workshops I could attend where people can give me feedback on my writing, so if anybody has any advice pertaining to that I would greatly appreciate it.
We also discussed submitting short stories to journals, and we seemed to differ a bit in terms of how to approach it. My original plan was to use Submission Grinder, a website I found in another thread which lists Journals, the genre they specialize in, pay, etc. She was not impressed by it, and thought I should pay less attention to pay and more attention on prestige. I should focus on only submitting my stories to the best journals, but I am cautious to follow this advice because what if I suck so much that I never get accepted? Is is better to be denied than get my story published in maybe a less popular journal?
She also said most professional journals only accept submissions through a website called Submittable, so if anybody can share there experiences with that website I would be interested to hear about it.
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r/writing
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post
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r/writing
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2025-03-14
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fear
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I had to do this once. One of my local charity shops has a area for 'designer' stuff that's more expensive. They had a bustier crop top for 40. It was a dupe for an actual designer, but very, very badly made. I told one of the staff, who sniffed at me and got the manager. First thing I said was I wasn't buying it cos it was too small, but they might get complaints for selling knockoff for designer prices. He looked at his, then called over the original woman and pointed out the lack of label on the inside, and the fact that half the stitching was doubled up and loose. Was on another rail for 5 the next day.
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r/askuk
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comment
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r/AskUK
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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Thanx bro. You really made me smile :)
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r/alexandriaegy
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comment
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r/AlexandriaEgy
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2025-03-14
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joy
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This is ridiculous. We can just turn off the hurricane generator while Republicans are in office.
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r/damnthatsinteresting
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comment
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r/Damnthatsinteresting
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2025-03-14
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anger
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Idk if I’ve ever heard someone call women baddies lol
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r/catholicdating
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comment
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r/CatholicDating
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2025-03-14
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surprise
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Are there any pictures like this of Muslims freeing their slaves? Oh wait they died building the gulf.
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r/rarehistoricalphotos
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comment
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r/RareHistoricalPhotos
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2025-03-14
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anger
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Dw, just have him chase us around until we run into the sweepers
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r/theodysseyhadapurpose
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comment
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r/TheOdysseyHadAPurpose
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2025-03-14
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fear
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Exactly, i could be wrong, but when people see a product or story that can apply to the masses, they believe it to be a watered down version or toned down from other amazing storys because it can apply to so many people, also people like to hate on popular things because it makes them feel better and more intelligent to put down a popular product that other people like, but popular things aren't always good or quality products so you kinda gotta find a balance
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r/shingekinokyojin
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comment
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r/ShingekiNoKyojin
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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Yes that's only the approximate amount, could be more than that 🥲
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r/unitedworldcollege
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comment
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r/UnitedWorldCollege
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2025-03-14
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sadness
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Best submission statement ever
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r/collapse
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comment
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r/collapse
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Season 4 part 1 was peak for me lmao so clearly different tastes. S4P1 literally improved my opinion of previous seasons because all the build up delivered so fucking well.
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r/shingekinokyojin
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comment
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r/ShingekiNoKyojin
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Thanks guys! That sounds pretty good to me actually
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r/ulta
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comment
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r/Ulta
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Point taken XD
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r/hazbin
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comment
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r/hazbin
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2025-03-14
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joy
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All set, thank you for offering. I really appreciate it
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r/randomactsofca
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comment
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r/randomactsofCA
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2025-03-14
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joy
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I just got the game with a few friends. I'll be super disappointed if we are not hunted. I picked up path for a PvP Dino lul. If I want a feature rich game to chill or vibe in there are so many options out there.
People are always going to moan but this is literally a Dino PvP with otherwise basic systems. What do they want? Even further there are apparently social servers even.
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r/pathoftitans
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comment
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r/pathoftitans
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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What a great picture Sally looks like she was so happy
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r/brindledbabes
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comment
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r/Brindledbabes
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2025-03-14
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joy
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I had worked construction for the better part of my twenties before the accident. I never had the know-how to get into engineering school like my parents wanted for me, but I preferred to work with my hands anyhow.
Jobs came and went, contracts ended, but ultimately I always had a site to work or a building to put up. When the Whitlam-Hawthorne Group offered me a foreman position for the construction project of their new headquarters, I accepted in a heartbeat. Job security from a company like WHG, with a salary I’d only dreamed of and benefits to match? I thought it would be stupid not to accept.
The foundation had barely been poured on the site when the collapse happened. No one knew who exactly was to blame, whether it was the surveyors, the engineers, or just some freak accident, but those of us caught in the rubble only had the parent company to point our fingers at. Three men dead and thirteen injured was apparently a serious enough legal threat that Whitlam-Hawthorne opted to offer us each a generous settlement outside of court. You can judge all you want that my silence was bought, but six zeroes on a check would buy yours too.
In addition, they also offered me a “systems” job I’d be able to work from home, and even a reduced renter’s rate at one of their apartment complexes, in a unit that would accommodate the wheelchair I’d be confined to the rest of my life. Until then I didn’t even know that they owned any residential properties, but the complex looked decent enough on the pamphlet they sent me. After all, I certainly couldn’t live alone in my current fourth-floor apartment anymore.
I moved in near the beginning of February last year. I won’t lie, the adjustment to everything at once hit me a lot harder than it should have. Overnight I had gone from working outside every day to being restricted to a wheelchair I had no intuition for using and being stuck inside all day long. My hard hat and boots swapped for a work laptop and a filing cabinet. The depression caused by my new situation was only worsened when I got settled in.
It was embarrassing how little I owned that would still be practical given my new lifestyle, so it didn’t take long for the movers to bring everything over. I was moved in less than a day after I got out of the hospital.
The apartment was a first floor unit for obvious reasons. The second and third floors each had units with patio balconies that extended an outcrop over my minuscule, fenced-in “yard”. As a result, the already tiny windows in my living room barely got any sunlight during the day. Off to the side of my living room, I had a kitchen with lowered countertops and extended storage space on the lower shelves. My bedroom was spacious, with a wheelchair-accessible closet, and a roomy attached bathroom. I wish I could say I was thankful, but the accommodations only reminded me that I’d never live the same life again.
Please don’t get me wrong- I’m absolutely not one of those guys who sees disability as something that makes someone lesser. My aunt was a wheelchair user when I was growing up, and I had an older brother with special needs. Both of them had my respect for as long as they’d lived.
But both of them had died because in one way or another, they depended on something that couldn’t be provided for them. In her old age, my aunt fell out of her chair at home one day, and didn’t have the arm strength to crawl back up or reach the phone. The medics said that her pets had begun to eat her even before she died. My brother ended his own life because my parents refused to get him the help he needed. I still won’t talk to my family for that.
And now, after almost thirty years of independence and ability, it seemed as though every one of my prospects was ripped from me, and I was entirely dependent on the company that had caused it. In short, I was very, very bitter.
In June of that year, it was as hot as it had ever been in my state. By then I’d settled into a dull routine- wake up, do a few arm exercises before I showered, eat breakfast, and then try to get some “work” done before lunch. What I did could barely qualify as work, but it seemed like the company thought it would be better to have me under NDA and payroll than risk me suing. Once lunch came around, I would check my fridge for groceries, and add what I was running low on to my weekly mobile delivery order. It was so much easier to have someone else leave groceries at my front door than to find a way to actually get to a supermarket.
I’d found a routine where I honestly never had to leave the apartment. I avoided human interaction those days, so it was easy to stay inside. The only voices I heard for months were my neighbors. From what I could tell, I lived underneath a married couple that never stopped fighting, and in the unit next to me there was an older woman with at least a couple more cats than our lease allowed.
On one particular morning mid-June, as I got out of the shower and dried my head, I opened my eyes to find that the power in my apartment had suddenly gone out. It was inevitable- everyone on the block had to have their AC units on blast. I finished drying off and for the first time since I moved in, rolled over to the curtained sliding door attached to my living room and went out into my small yard, where I knew I’d find the breaker box. The outside air was hot and heavy, and as I watched my toes brush against grass that they couldn’t feel, I noticed that without the noise of the AC units running outside, it was very, very quiet. Not even the sound of insects or birds filled the morning air, and for a moment, I let the morning sun rest on my face before it would rise behind the patio overshadowing my yard. For as short as it lasted, the peace that overwhelmed me was blissful.
The silence was interrupted by the sound of a sliding door from above. Creaking wood and the sound of footsteps, followed by the familiar arguing voices I’d grown painfully accustomed to.
“If you don’t want to fix it, then I will!” The wife’s voice grew louder as she moved above me.
“I never said I wouldn’t do it, I said give me a damn minute to put my shoes on. Why do you always-“
I zoned out as their arguing continued above. Even the briefest joy was fleeting, I thought as I opened my own fuse box and flipped the breakers. I heard my AC unit whirr to life from outside my fence, muddying the soundscape once more with its mechanical whine. At least it drowned out the arguing above.
As a struggled to figure out how to wheel back over the lip on the sliding door, I heard the arguing stop, and the couple’s sliding door slide shut and close above me. I managed to get back inside, and hoped I wouldn’t have to go out again anytime soon.
I’m ashamed to admit that was the last time I went outside for months. I’d gone no-contact with the rest of my family years ago, and what few friends I had lived out of state. I had no reason to go out anymore, so the summer’s heat paired with my depression only forced me inwards. Wake up. Shower. Eat breakfast. Work all day. Sleep.
Even the arguments upstairs and the occasional meow from the unit next to me became monotonous. I drowned as much of it out as I could. The same voices, the same fights, the same cats misbehaving, day in and day out. In fact, as much as I tried to ignore it, sometimes I couldn’t help but listen in.
The woman who lived above me, whose name I gathered to be Claire, was seemingly unemployed. She rarely spoke unless it was to accost her husband for wrongdoing or to complain. Her husband, whose name was… Jackson? Jason maybe? He seemed to have some anger issues, but seemed more defensive than aggressive. Cold and distant paired with irritable and sensitive. A perfect storm.
I never gathered the cat lady’s name. Instead, I became very familiar with Greta, Priscilla, and Tom. Every day, the woman would try to quiet Tom for crying too loud for food, and sometime in the afternoon she would accost Greta and Priscilla for fighting over a nap spot in the sunbeam. Having natural sunlight enter the room sounded like heaven.
The voices were my only human connection. It was mid-September, when I attempted to clear my throat of my developing allergies, that I realized I hadn’t heard my own voice in months. I cried myself to sleep that night, feeling more alone than I’d ever been.
By October, the isolation became unbearable. I found myself listening to the voices more than I ever had wanted to, quieting my apartment as much as possible just to catch them when I could. The same fights, complaints, meows. They became my friends, my comfort.
One night, out of some sense of desperation, or maybe just a form of entertainment for myself, I started responding.
It wasn’t much at first—just a quiet whisper in response to Claire’s complaints. When I heard her hiss, “You never listen to me,” I whispered, “I’m listening.” When Jackson, or Jason, or whatever his name was, sighed and muttered, “Christ, I can’t do this,” I chucked and stuttered out a quiet, “Me neither.”
I don’t know why I kept it up. Maybe just to hear my own voice. Maybe because, in a pathetic way, it made me feel like I was connecting with someone. I knew it was stupid and illogical, but it made things feel just a little less empty.
It became a kind of game for me. Each night, I sat in the dim light of my apartment, sipping from one drink too many, and I listened. I let their words become ours. The fights, the meows, the mild chit-chat. When Claire snapped, “You never take me seriously anymore,” I whispered, “of course I do.” When the old woman called out to Tom, scolding him for knocking something over, I grinned and mumbled, “Bad cat.” It was more than a game, it was all I had.
Then, about a week after I’d started, I noticed it for the first time.
Claire had just shouted, “For once in your life, admit that I might be right.”
I responded instinctively, “Why should I when you’re wrong?”
Before I could finish my words, from above, her husband’s voice exclaimed back to her, “But why should I when you’re wrong?”
I paused. For a minute or so, I sat intently listening. I knew her words had sounded familiar, but had I heard them have the same argument before?
I brushed it off at first. Of course it sounded familiar; I’d been listening to their fights for months, I’d probably heard them bring up the same talking points a hundred times. Often enough that subconsciously, I probably just knew what he was likely to say.
But then, the next day, it happened again.
“Is it that hard to get your my car’s registration done? I’ve been overdue for almost a week,” Claire snapped.
And I knew for a FACT that I had heard that before. Not just something like it—those exact words, in that exact tone, in that exact order. That in itself could have been explainable, except the first time I’d noticed it had been in August. Her registration hadn’t been expired for a week at this point, it had been almost 2 months.
I turned off my AC and listened harder. My heart thumped against my ribs.
“If it’s no big deal why can’t you go get it done for me?”
There. She’d said that part too, I thought.
I swallowed and realized my mouth had gone dry, my palms beginning a cold sweat as I grappled with the feeling that they’d done this all before, many times.
Coincidence. That’s all it was. Maybe their fights really were that predictable.
I told myself to ignore it, but I couldn’t.
That night, I lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, my ears straining to pick up what was being said above me. I tried to convince myself I was just being paranoid, but something felt… wrong.
That next day, I kept notes of what little I could hear around me on my computer. In the past, I paid little attention to what was being said and when, but on that day I was meticulous. I kept every fan off, I didn’t run my laundry, I skipped my shower, I did everything in my power to keep my home as quiet as possible to maintain the ability to transcribe every word being said.
From the old woman next to me, 8:15 AM:
“Oh Tommy Tom, be quiet. I fed you already.”
From upstairs, 8:17 AM, Claire on the phone:
“Yes, he left for work. No, it’ll just be me here until he comes home for lunch.”
12:32, upstairs again.
“Jason, I told you not to slam the front door when you come in, you scare the hell out of me every time!”
All throughout the day, anything that I could struggle to make out, I made note of.
The next morning I awoke earlier than usual. I had my notes, and I had some time, so I showered and made my way to the middle of the apartment to listen once again.
I sat eagerly waiting, checking my watch and waiting for signs of life. Then, from the apartment adjacent to mine, at exactly 8:15 in in the morning, the woman began to speak.
“Oh Tommy Tom, be quiet. I fed you already.”
8:17. “Yes, he left for work. No, it’ll just be me here until he comes home for lunch.”
And more. All morning long, I listened in awestruck silence at my entire day’s transcription being reenacted word-for-word, minute by minute. By the time 12:32 rolled around and Claire complained about the door slamming, I was sickened to realize that on neither day, nor any other, had I ever actually heard their door slam shut.
As if the same script was being read over and over, just muffled enough and just faint to keep me from noticing.
I needed air, so I did something I hadn’t done in months.
I left my apartment.
I struggled to wheel out into the complex’s courtyard, squinting against the sunlight, the fresh air strange but refreshing against my skin. The apartment building wrapped around in a neat, uniform U-shape, with a mirroring building just across the narrow parking lot. The second and third-floor balconies of each building were stacked like dull concrete shelves above my head.
I looked up at the couple’s unit just above mine. The small windows all had their blinds wide open, but I couldn’t make out movement inside.
I wheeled turned to look at the unit next to mine, where the old woman lived. Blinds open, but the same- no movement inside.
I realized quickly that every unit in my building, and the building across the way, was the same.
Blinds open. No signs of life.
I sat there for nearly an hour, watching. Not a single shadow moved behind the windows. No doors opened. No one entered or left the building.
The silence pressed against me as I realized that not only were there no people visible to me, there was no movement at all.
No birds.
No passing cars.
No distant voices from other tenants.
Just the wind and the faint mechanical hum of the AC units.
Living isolated will do strange things to your mind. It’ll make you keep track of things that societal norms would normally remind you of, but it also makes you ignore glaring truths right under your nose. It wasn’t until I sat there, utterly confused, that I suddenly realized that I had never seen my neighbors. Not once.
Not leaving their doors. Not in the parking lot. Not on their balconies, despite hearing their voices out there almost every night. I hadn’t even spoken to anyone in person when I moved in- I’d filled out all of my paperwork online, and I had been driven here by a company vehicle when the movers said they’d brought everything over.
A sick feeling crept into my stomach.
I had lived here for eight months. Eight months of hearing these people argue, of hearing the woman behind me talk to her cats. And I had never once seen another human being in the flesh.
The implication had barely begun to set in when, almost in reaction to my realization, the blinds in the apartment next to mine suddenly closed shut. They were followed only a few seconds later by those belonging to the unit upstairs, and in almost a cascade, all of the open blinds for every unit in the building were closed.
I moved faster than I ever had in my chair. I wheeled quickly out of the little courtyard, and into the parking lot street. Surely, there had to be a leasing office somewhere nearby.
As I reached the lot, I looked both ways and saw only rows and rows of identical buildings, the blinds on each slowly closing, the movement rippling away from me for what seemed like miles of units. I had never realized the scale of the complex.
As I hustled to find any building that stuck out, I noted that I still saw absolutely nobody. Empty cars parked in lots, bicycles leaning against fences, varying patio furniture, even children’s toys left on sidewalks as though they’d be returned to shortly. All signs of life, but without any life at all to be seen.
After about 20 minutes of searching for any indication of an office, I returned to my home. My arms were exhausted from moving more than I had in a long time, and I knew I couldn’t keep searching forever.
I made it back to my unit not long after. With the surrounding windows blocked from view by obtrusive blinds, my home felt bleak, solitary among the rest of them. It didn’t help that I knew that somehow, I really was the only one here.
I made it back inside, and closed the front door behind me. Not one second later, as I turned to go to my room, a chime startled me, and I realized that my doorbell had been rung.
I immediately turned back to reopen door, but outside there was no one to be seen. Just my weekly grocery delivery sitting neatly on my doormat, impossibly waiting where it hadn’t been only five seconds prior.
The following days were a blur. Had there actually been anyone outside to look at my apartment, they would have seen me wildly going from window to window, peering through blinds like a tweaker waiting on a package.
For about a week, all of the arguing, the meowing, the idle conversation that had repeatedly permeated my walls went absolutely silent. Whatever was going on, it caught wind of my curiosity and stopped, as though to gather itself and prepare. And prepare it must have, since when the sounds of human voices and interactions reappeared a week later, they’d changed. New arguments, new discussions, even a new cat supposedly added to the bunch.
The second day that the voices were back, I noticed that they were different from the day before. The conversations were new the next day as well, and the day after that. For seven days, I almost allowed myself to believe that maybe I’d been imagining things. I even began to hear the occasional car outside, slowly creeping past. Maybe something I somehow hadn’t noticed before?
On the eighth day of the return of the noises, however, my heart sank. Repeated phrases, returning arguments and interactions that I’d already hastily taken note of one week prior. The next day followed suit- they’d learned, but only a little bit. Whatever loop was being played for me was now a whole week’s worth of audio, not just a day’s worth. Even the passing cars returned exactly at the times I’d remarked the week prior, but now that I was looking for them, I could tell that they were driverless.
Two weeks had passed since I left my apartment, and a thought occurred to me. What would happen if I tried to interrupt the routine?
I checked my notes of the prior two weeks, and began to prepare a plan. The next day, the old woman would chastise her cats for ganging up on the new kitten at exactly 9:13 and 3 seconds. However, I would knock on her door at 9:13, hopefully forcing whatever charade was about to be performed for me to have to adjust.
The next morning I prepared myself. I shaved for the first time in weeks, and I made sure I looked as presentable as possible. I couldn’t give them any reason or excuse to not open the door for me.
I waited in front of the door for about two minutes, my eyes locked onto my wristwatch and my ears as alert as they’d ever been.
The very second my little Casio turned 9:13, I knocked as loudly as I could without sounding aggressive, and was sure to stop knocking in less than the three seconds it would take her to start speaking.
I waited with bated breath, far longer than I think I should have. Three seconds felt like a minute, and by the time an actual minute rolled around, hours had gone by in my mind.
I was satisfied enough with my ability to interrupt the cycle, and as I turned my chair to return back home, something spoke to me from behind the door.
“Who is it?”
Three words. Three NEW words, spoken undeniably in response to me. But whatever was speaking to me was not an old woman, I don’t know if I could even call it human. The words felt disjointed, as though stitched together from other phrases and distorted in a rushed attempt to sound coherent.
I barely had time to collect my thoughts before the voice called out again, the words the same but the cadence and tone shifted, attempting to emulate normal human speech. It sounded more natural, but it was still undeniably inhuman.
“Who is it?”
“I’m… I’m your neighbor, from next door..”
“Who is it?” The voice called once more as, to my horror, the door cracked open.
I braced myself to see something horrible waiting for me inside, some mockery of a human being waiting to lunge at me from the darkness. But darkness, inky black and concealing, was all that greeted me from behind the door.
The door opened in full, and as what little sunlight that could poured inside, there was absolutely no one inside. Absolutely no movement, no sign of life save for a voice that called out from the doorway, now in perfect form.
“Who is it?”
I peered my head inside the doorway, and as I did I felt myself through a threshold, icy and cold. Worse was the feeling of loneliness that seemed to inject itself into my veins- in all my months of being alone, I had never felt it quite so intensely as when I crossed through that door.
As I entered the living room, only one thing about the otherwise unremarkable home stood out. A wheelchair, fallen over onto its side lay in the middle of the floor. I couldn’t see anything around it, but it was surrounded by sounds of slow, methodical chewing and the occasional tearing of flesh partnered with a hungry meow. I left immediately.
After that day, the prewritten schedules changed more often, and far more sporadically. Sometimes I would go days without hearing anything, sometimes entirely new arguments would appear in days I thought I’d documented, and occasionally the cars that would pass would make a turn they hadn’t before. Every action was hollow though, and every voice was attached to nobody real. I knew that much for certain.
I started to review my options. I hadn’t seen another human being for the better part of a year by now, and I doubted that were to change unless I somehow got out of this complex, but where would I go?
There was no one to come and pick me up. I hadn’t opened my work laptop in weeks, and I knew no one in… whatever city I was in. Did I even know where I was at? I… I vaguely remembered the offer after the accident, and the company men coming to get me from the hospital and..
My mind struggled to remember the actual order of events that led me to living there. The more I puzzled it over, the less it made sense. As far as I could piece together, I had been in the accident, and some suits had visited me in the hospital when I woke up. They explained vaguely what happened and that the company wanted to avoid legal troubles, so they passed me over the check and the new job offer, as well as the pamphlet for the apartment. I remember signing my leasing information online from the hospital and then.. and then I remember being brought here directly from there.
Had it been that immediate? Had I been in such a daze I didn’t recognize the strangeness of the situation?
My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at my door. Not a doorbell, a knock. Three solid knocks, echoing through my apartment. A chill ran as far down my spine as I still had feeling, and I slowly began to wheel myself towards the front door. I stopped in the kitchen to grab a knife on my way.
“Who… who’s there?” I asked, my voice tinged with panic.
There was no answer for a moment. Then, softly and meticulously from the other side, I heard my own voice, broken and stitched together, call back to me.
“I’m… I’m your neighbor, from next door.”
I flung the door open, brandishing the large steak knife out into the open air. I couldn’t see anyone in front of me, but I knew that SOMETHING was there. I sat, wildly swinging the knife in front of me, and the voice called again from right in front of my face.
“I’m your neighbor, from next door.”
There was a shimmer in the air. A glint of sunlight, a distortion outlining a shape that was unambiguously humanoid, and it was entering the threshold of the door, slowly creeping towards me.
This was my only chance. With all the strength I could muster, I hurled the knife towards the No-one in my entryway, and as it passed through the glimmering shape I knew so could I.
I pushed myself towards the No-one, and as I entered its form a cold I’d only ever felt once before shot through my veins. The icy sting sought to freeze me in place, and the empty solitude that pressed in around me should have taken all the steam out of me. But I didn’t let it- I could FEEL it now, it was real- it could be escaped.
I made my way through the form, and as looked back as it turned towards me, its nonexistent un-being making haste to attempt to swallow me up once more. I was faster than it though, and as I turned the corner out of the courtyard into the street, I forced myself to ignore the burning of my arms and kept pushing myself onward.
As I rolled as fast as I could, I looked at the identical buildings surrounding me. Through every blind, through every cracked door, there was Nothing and No-one watching me. I felt eyes, hungry and jealous, piercing me from all sides. No-one was trying to keep me here, but I wouldn’t give it the satisfaction. I caught glimpses from my peripheral vision of glimmering nothings, clambering out of doors and emerging from parked cars. I felt chills run through my body once more as I must have passed through a group of them, their arms outstretched attempting to grab me. Whatever they were, or weren’t, I don’t think they could touch me. But I could feel them.
More and more of them piled out of front doors, sprinting towards me. The air around me began to ripple as they amassed in numbers. It reminded me of waves of heat emanating from the roofs of cars under the summer sun.
No-one’s fingers clawed at me as I pushed through thousands of them. Voices crackled—warped, stitched-together nonsense—surrounding me with their fractured cries.
After what felt like eternity, through the shimmering crowd that wasn’t there, I saw what I’d been longing for- the end. I had reached the edge of the complex. It wasn’t anything special as far as I could tell, no barrier or wall that would hinder my escape. I pushed myself harder and faster than my exhausted arms should have allowed, but every icy claw that passed through my blood renewed my vigor.
The moment I crossed the threshold, the screams collapsed into silence. The air behind me felt… full. No empty, frozen fingers, no warped voices. No Nothing. I didn’t dare look back though, not yet.
I looked out ahead of me, and had never been more relieved to see a shitty Dollar General in my life. I cried sweet tears of joy when I laid eyes on a struggling jogger. Fat, sweaty, human.
I rolled over the crosswalk, and came to rest at the bus stop across the street. I finally let my aching arms rest, and they collapsed to my sides. I sat for a moment, tears rolling down my cheeks and reeking of sweat and body odor. I must have looked insane even to the scraggly homeless man that sat on the bench, but l didn’t care. He would never know it, but I loved him simply for being there.
I eventually found my strength, and wearily turned my wheelchair towards the complex that had entrapped me for a year of my life. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to explain what I saw.
Before me lay an unassuming dirt lot, not larger than a football field. Unattended construction equipment lay dormant, and a port-a-potty lay toppled and vandalized in the back corner. Surrounding the perimeter of the lot was a chain link fence.
A land development sign stood at the perimeter, its red letters crisp and clean, as if freshly posted. Beneath an artist’s rendering of a sleek new building, the words:
COMING SOON: WHITLAM-HAWTHORNE RESEARCH COMPLEX.
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r/nosleep
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post
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r/nosleep
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2025-03-14
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sadness
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Also the extra brain chemicals from grief banging added in.
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r/borupdates
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comment
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r/BORUpdates
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2025-03-14
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sadness
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Hoyo ignores all of the non east Asian community
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r/genshin_impact
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comment
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r/Genshin_Impact
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2025-03-14
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anger
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Here I am, calling someone successful 'mediocre' from behind a keyboard on an internet site. Whilst being unable to spell mediocre correctly.
Tragedy writes itself.
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r/thewhitelotushbo
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comment
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r/TheWhiteLotusHBO
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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Guitar solo👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼
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r/imaginedragons
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comment
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r/imaginedragons
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2025-03-14
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joy
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I think that its mostly fine and fits the vibes. 9 hours is not a long time for making a polished track imo.
I listened to the soundtrack from To Love Ru. I see that you followed a bit closely on the intro section, but I'm glad you made your own thing, because I like yours better than To Love Ru's. Its just a matter of taste I sppose.
I dislike the sound of the first verse lead that you used in your song and I think that you could flesh out your dynamics better to make sections hit with more impact, for instance before bringing the kick back.
The first theme that always comes to my mind for jungle boss themes, is the Rajang battle theme from Monster Hunter. It's a different style, but it gets the jungle vibes and the ferociousness of the opponent across very well imo.
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r/gamemusic
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comment
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r/gamemusic
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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I can't justify an order right now financially. I'll be excited what comes next though. Hopefully I can get the next one if I like it
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r/mooncatpolish
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comment
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r/mooncatpolish
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Thank you so much!
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r/zelda
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comment
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r/zelda
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Derek Sarno has a great cheese concept that I like a lot without it being melty mozz... Tofu thinly sliced, mixed with vegan greek plain yogurt, a bit of lemon juice, garlic powder, onion powder, oregano, parsley. It's really amazing on a french bread, smooshed italian bread loaf cut in half lengthwise, or regular dough.
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r/veganrecipes
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comment
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r/veganrecipes
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2025-03-14
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joy
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I finished the prologue and told my friend me and Hans are in our divorce era
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r/kingdomcome
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comment
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r/kingdomcome
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2025-03-14
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sadness
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I think the prior comments are referring to a woman who was being promiscuous AND not in a relationship, but still keeping the kids of whoever.
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r/memesopdidnotlike
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comment
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r/memesopdidnotlike
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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I guess you could argue Bourbon isn't what it was compared to some other time. But, I believe it still delivers on exactly what you'd want.
There's only one place in the entire city I'd dissuade someone from going to and that's Coyote Ugly.
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r/asknola
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comment
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r/AskNOLA
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2025-03-14
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disgust
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Cool. He was my favorite on Thor way back in the day.
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r/conanthebarbarian
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comment
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r/ConanTheBarbarian
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Doesn't armor protect you against bees and ants?
Makes no sense, but I think that's how it works.
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r/greenhell
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comment
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r/GreenHell
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2025-03-14
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surprise
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One of the things that I love about **BTR**, is that since day one, the guy's vocal talent has never been questioned. I remember the commercials leading up to BTR's first episode back in 2009, I remember the really fresh, and new interviews from the guys discussing the show and their characters as well. The guys always made it clear and showed us that they can sing live. Whether it was an acapella/quick performance, they go acoustic and sing with just a guitar, or when their singing on stage in front of thousands at a sold-out concert, either way the guy's mics were **ALWAYS** on.
The guys have such different voices, and they sound so different from each other, you'd think that maybe their voices wouldn't blend so easily together, but they do! Like Kendall's voice is strong, James can hit those high notes, Logan and Carlos come with the base, and the backing vocals, along with getting their time to shine as well.
With time and aging it has made their voices even stronger and better. You can hear the difference in all the guy's voices.
All four of them blend and work so well together, I truly could not imagine any other guy in BTR as a fifth member or a different set of guys playing the characters of **BTR**. Like they were truly meant to be, and I can't wait to see the guys on tour this summer! **#BTR4**
[Nothing Even Matters (Acapella) - YouTube](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0jQ6MRZBU7U)
[Big Time Rush - Boyfriend live acapella version](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2wuurHPmu6M)
[Big Time Rush : No Idea (Live at Madison Square Garden)](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nze05vW7B4I)
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r/bigtimerush
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post
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r/BigTimeRush
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Undercover cops busted millions of people for buying oregano back in the day. Didn't matter that it was oregano, the fact that you agreed to buy weed was enough to make the charge stick.
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r/nostupidquestions
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comment
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r/NoStupidQuestions
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2025-03-14
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anger
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Medicare advantage I think will cover you but not the baby. You could get stuck with a huge bill if you deliver out of network for baby. That’s difficult. I would have the husband call his plan and ask
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r/healthinsurance
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comment
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r/HealthInsurance
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2025-03-14
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fear
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Sorry, didn't notice that you can't fly.
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r/pokemongotrade
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comment
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r/PokemonGoTrade
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2025-03-14
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anger
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cuz they were likely joking, this person likely wasnt. still a really stupid reason to downvote tho
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r/teenagersbutbetter
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comment
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r/TeenagersButBetter
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2025-03-14
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anger
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Congratulations on the offer! Did you have an interview? I have applied too but I haven't heard anything
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r/upenn
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comment
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r/UPenn
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Well, if that’s the case… 10m here I come. Wild, Wild West indeed.
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r/gmrs
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comment
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r/gmrs
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2025-03-14
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surprise
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Hopefully helps with the drug issues at Reese and Cumberland.
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r/philadelphia
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comment
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r/philadelphia
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2025-03-14
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fear
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I feel for you. I used to live down near the railroad tracks. It’s completely unnecessary for them to honk the horn so much during the middle of the night. You should complain to the city about it. Some towns have passed local ordinances to ban or limit it.
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r/idahofalls
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comment
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r/idahofalls
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2025-03-14
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sadness
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Jon Anik is so much more classy and professional than Colby Covington.
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r/ufc
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comment
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r/ufc
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2025-03-14
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joy
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They MUST be hitler stashes. It's the only way.
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r/adammockler
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comment
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r/AdamMockler
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2025-03-14
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anger
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...Then most likely they will put _you_ inside that box. ;)
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r/wows_legends
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comment
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r/WoWs_Legends
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2025-03-14
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surprise
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What years is this ? Its beautiful
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r/zenithwatches
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comment
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r/ZenithWatches
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2025-03-14
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surprise
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Chopping....what? I will check that out as well!
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r/4kbluray
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comment
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r/4kbluray
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2025-03-14
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surprise
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Heh. I own this trade 😊
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r/aquaman
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comment
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r/Aquaman
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Remember also that at the time there was still a draft. I think the combination of watching people die on TV and knowing that you could be chosen to go next was pretty motivational in terms of protesting.
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r/askoldpeople
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comment
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r/AskOldPeople
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2025-03-14
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fear
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Hello all, I wasn't sure about the flair, but I don't have dress regret -- I just would like some support.
I have a particular aesthetic for my bridal outfit: I'm often inspired by period or fantasy movies, medieval history, etc. I love film costume. Well, for my dress, I was totally uninspired for a whole year until I watched the film adaptation of *The Phantom of the Opera*, and I knew that Christine's wedding dress was the look I wanted. So I have a beautiful 80s off-shoulder ivory ballgown with lace and sequins that I got for a deal on eBay. It has this gigantic bow on the bustle that I absolutely adore.
Well, I'm not stopping at the dress -- I'm wearing POTO-inspired jewellery, vintage-reproduction shoes from that time period, white hose, and a fancy gold-and-pearl snood because my hair is full of sadness right now and I'm all about the princess vibe, anyway.
This is my second marriage, and my previous dress was also inspired by a movie costume, albeit very different. My every-day office clothes are very uniform and functional, so my special event fashion is my playground where I have fun with fantasy. My friends and family all say the dress is very "me." Meanwhile, I'm worried I will embarrass my fiancé on the big day, even though I've shown him my inspirations and he's excited. We're both life-long fans of Phantom.
I feel like I'm not "doing it right" when I see photos for bridal inspiration, or would look at dresses online. I'm prone to comparing myself to other people anyway, and I believe the worst about myself, and while I'm working on those bad narratives, some things are so huge (like a wedding) that comparison is inevitable. We are having a traditional church wedding, too, which might be making me feel a little self-conscious. The wedding reception is cocktail but NOT themed -- Victorian is just my look. We don't have a bridal party so I'm not coordinating with anyone.
Anyway, sorry for the ramble. I love my look, personally, but I feel like I'm not a "serious bride." I'm mid-30s with a FT job and I still feel like a girl playing dress up.
Can anyone else relate to this feeling or offer some perspective?
EDIT: Everyone, I am so grateful for all of your thoughtful responses! I feel very encouraged and appreciate that you all took your time to respond!
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r/weddingdress
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r/weddingdress
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2025-03-14
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sadness
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Kibble, ground beef, blanched spinach, boiled sweet potato, dill, mint, chia & flax, turmeric & ginger and some water to rehydrate the kibble! :)
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r/poodles
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r/poodles
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Best kept in pots, where cold so they survivie, where hot so they stay contained, otherwise they spread underground. Disneyworld uses them in cement planters, for instance. :)
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r/botanicalporn
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r/BotanicalPorn
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2025-03-14
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joy
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So, it was kind of slow paced at the beginning, but once the story moved towards the real plot setting, past the initial “introductions”, it was a very dark, very nice read.
I still prefer the Lords as of today, but I do have some expectations of Remy. He is the most likely to be my favorite Duke.
Lavinia is one hell of a girl. Stubborn, but restless, I really liked her. Considering I didn't like Story in book one, I guess that's a great start for the female lead.
Have you read it? What do you think?
Full review: [https://discover.hubpages.com/literature/meet-the-dukes-of-forsyth-u-pretty-nick-sy-remy-a-book-review](https://discover.hubpages.com/literature/meet-the-dukes-of-forsyth-u-pretty-nick-sy-remy-a-book-review)
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r/darkromance
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r/DarkRomance
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2025-03-14
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joy
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Thank you! I just ordered new seeds for my tower yesterday.
Chag Purim sameach!
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r/hydroponics
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r/Hydroponics
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2025-03-14
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joy
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I had a cat I had to rehome because she was just so unhappy no matter what we tried. Vet visits, space, time, she hated being in my home. I had two other cats at the time who were happy and healthy and love being in our home…I rehomed that kitten so she could have a chance to be more comfortable. She went with a coworker, she is now playing and running around. She is social and thriving. I ended up rescuing a cat a month later that is loving his home with us. Sometimes it’s not even about inability…sometimes it’s just being incompatible.
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r/catadvice
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r/CatAdvice
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2025-03-14
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sadness
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