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2022.01.22 21:20 CluelessPreMed1 I painted and gifted my friends paintings for a depressing reason
I need to get this off of my chest. I took up painting as way to manage with my depression. I lost interest quickly but I had an epiphany. I decided to make personalized paintings for a couple of friends of mine. I gave it to them on XMAS day. They think that it's a gift for the sake of a gift. It isn't.
One of my biggest fears is dying without anyone remembering me. I figured that if I were to kill myself that my paintings would turn into mementos. I've been to their houses and I know that my paintings are hung up.
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2022.01.22 21:20 gnurensohn Where on shoreline do you go for killing scavs?
2022.01.22 21:20 TrendsWide The family of the Syrian child Mustafa Nazzal finally arrives in Italy | News reports
2022.01.22 21:20 SerMumble Mysterious pimples on upgraded Anet A8
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2022.01.22 21:20 1AF96 Using RO water how often will cal mag be needed? Any help appreciated 👍🏼
2022.01.22 21:20 Unintresteddawko Yandere simulator theory
Info can I think likes senpai see info Chan is always taking pics of senpai we kill people for senpai so is it true or false matpat TELL US
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2022.01.22 21:20 NotANecrophile Wtf did they do to my build?
PF 6’10 Glass Lock, mostly red/some blue pie chart. 18 finishing badges, 30 defensive.
A few months ago I was tearing up rec. 70% win, 68% FG, I was dropping 20pts 20 rebounds almost every game. I was able to box out and out-rebound bigger centers, and my finishing was actually decent, I could posterize a big guy, snatch blocked everyone.
All of a sudden I’m having a hard time getting 10 boards in a game, I’m missing all of my layups and getting no type of dunk animations if I’m not wide open, shooting >50%, and I’d be lucky if I could get more than 1-2 blocks in a game. I’ve lost my last 10 rec games in a row, went from 98 to 95.6
What the fuck have they done? Like maybe I’d get it if they nerfed my finishing a little because it’s my secondary, but I can’t even defend anymore? Why tf did I make this build?
Anybody else have a similar experience?
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2022.01.22 21:20 JerkingOffToMaps Can any of you help translate this for me? It is ottoman but I'm not sure the date or denomination
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2022.01.22 21:20 gopher-toes My princess buttercup. Really liked the picture so here it is
2022.01.22 21:20 IDreamInCheddar Father of 2, married in 2020. His new wife doesn’t like the hospital protocols & gets bad advice from friends. He’s been on a vent over 5 weeks. Please get vaxed.
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2022.01.22 21:20 poeticpiririm77 My favorite movie is Interstellar. Suggest me a book!
2022.01.22 21:20 sheacrochet I crocheted two giant Snorlax!
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2022.01.22 21:20 Wither_lol Should I ask to get a chest binder-
So recently, I've realized that I can actually start doing things to my body that help me be who I am. I've come out to my grandparents since my parents are- Unalive. But they are saying that it's stupid and it's just a phase.
When I was younger I have a whole lot of name crisis points. They think that's why it's just a phase. But that was really before all of this "Finding out I'm transgender and want to change my body, name, etc." (as they say).
I've asked them multiple times to use my preferred name and pronouns, but they just either laugh, make fun, or ignore my requests.
I've come out as trans to my teachers and friends, and they're more supportive than my grandparents.
Should I ask them to respect me in a lecture form and yell, or just straight out buy a chest binder and end it all?
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2022.01.22 21:20 topper4125 🌠 public service announcement
2022.01.22 21:20 Iveriax Every comment I get is a minute, I’m not allowed to use the internet for.
2022.01.22 21:20 MrSirBluescreen The Colony: Now it's a Problem
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2022.01.22 21:20 TheAntiGump Sound plus rain
Sound needs to be better before they play around with ear raping torrential rain. 2.5k hours, the one thing that makes me put the game up until it stops.
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2022.01.22 21:20 AJ_Elementia_V1 I was scanning the subreddit for matchups and I found this very controversial one. It seems that everyone hates it and the person who wants it. Which I find to be really unfair to that person. So I have to ask. How would you all feel if that person had their dream matchup happen?
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2022.01.22 21:20 NoahH410 Install error when attempting to install update, started around mid-october
Hey y'all. Question for anyone here that might know. I have a Note20 Ultra and I have been attempting to push through an update since mid-October and everytime it starts to install, it will show the Android with a gear and show 25% progress, then immediately reboot and show an error that says something along the lines of "Update failed to install. Reverting back to previous version". Anyone have this issue and know where to go from here? Anything other than taking it to a repair store
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2022.01.22 21:20 TelamonTabulicus How language cards work
2022.01.22 21:20 question3215 What is it like working for H & R Block as Client Service Leader?
I am really worried about starting this position.
I have never worked for the company before and was hired as a client service representative.
But the person who was the leader quit so they want me to take the client service leader position.
I have never had a team leader or management position in my life.
I feel like I am out of my depth here and when it gets really busy in April I may be in trouble.
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2022.01.22 21:20 AliasForWhom The boy in the woods took everything from me.
It's all over. Everything I had, everything I was going to be, it's all gone and I don't know how I can move forward. My wife. My sweet baby girl. My home. And it's because I found that boy. I wish I never had.
I visited the woods often, before. I would head off to clear my head after a long week of work on our farm. It was one of the rare places round these parts that was untouched by buildings, signs, all human fingerprints. And it's only gotten worse since then.
But as I was wandering, admiring a small colony of mushrooms at the time, I spotted some movement in the brush -- maybe thirty feet off. Hoping for a glance at the local wildlife, I stayed low and quiet, and crept toward the perimeter of the brush. Dividing myself from the stillness beyond was a bramble of sharp thorns, bearing what looked to be wild blackberries. I picked one or two while listening and waiting.
Another rustling, this time accompanied by what sounded like a sharp intake of breath. My brow furrowed.
"Somebody out there?"
No response. Some birds were stirred from their nests and scattered into the air.
I stood up, peering through the foliage, unable to spot anything of note. And so I carried on, making my way deeper into the woods.
There was no established path there, just an approximate direction I had grown to know and enjoy. My marker to turn back was a large, thick oak that stood at the edge of a river. On the other side of that river was a few acres of land that were caught in a bidding war between a couple acquaintances of mine. Beautiful land, with so much possibility -- but for some reason, no one had a claim on it. If I could afford it, I'd take a piece. But I didn't cross the river to venture there myself.
As I finished making my way around a new route to this usual spot, I saw him. He was caked with mud and dirt, fully naked, and with deep scratches on one leg. He had to have been barely five years old, around my daughters age.
I immediately broke into a sprint towards the poor child, so young and exposed to elements as he was. He was huddled up against the oak, picking thorns from his injured leg with shaky hands. I asked him his name, how long he'd been out here, where his parents were, but he didn't respond, aside from some whimpering.
I calmed myself, wanting to put on a brave face for the boy.
"Did you get these cuts following me?" I produced one of the black berries. After a moment of hesitation, he took the berry from me. "Well, I'm here now. And I'll get you cleaned up and back to your Mommy and Daddy. Does that sound good?" He nodded, wiping tears from those deep, green eyes.
I took some rubbing alcohol and gauze from the first aid pocket of my bag. I warned him that the alcohol could sting, but the child didn't wince in the slightest as I cleaned up his leg. I assumed he was just unusually tough. I dressed the leg, then asked if I could lift him up. Once again, he nodded, and we stood by the river.
"Now, where are Mommy and Daddy?" I asked. He pointed over my shoulder, across the river. I stood, taking that in for a moment. He must have wandered incredibly far from home if that was the case. It was a forty-five minute trek for an adult to get to the nearest home across that unowned land. Unless there were some squatters living somewhere. Or perhaps the child was abandoned here? The dreadful possibilities crossing my mind, I gave a smile to the boy, agreed to follow his lead, and began wading across the shallow river.
Trying to coax words from the boy, I began calling out "Mommy!" and "Daddy!" to the expanse of land. He did not join in, only pointing whenever he felt I'd strayed from the path. I was exhausted from my hike already, but decided to try for a little longer before simply bringing him to my home and attempting to get in contact with the parents the next day. The sun was beginning to redden as it set.
Eventually, we reached a point where he was pointing directly into a very thick area of wood, shading from the light and making movement quite difficult. I continually offered another route around this difficult terrain, but he shook his head, steadfast. For a moment it crossed my mind I was being lured into some sort of sick trap; The child being a lure, so that the parents can wreak whatever violence they want on the sucker. But I shook those thoughts away once more. I assumed this was the path he took, and he'd be lost if we went another way. The small child would be able to navigate this area much easier than I could. So I took a deep breath, and I began pushing through the branches and weeds.
I could surmise the path the boy would have taken, following the area of least resistance, sticking close to the ground and shielding his frail figure from the lashing branches. I don't do well with tight spaces, so my heart began to beat faster and faster as I felt my movement become more restricted. Every couple steps, my foot would get caught in a hole in the ground, or wrapped in some plants. But the brush wasn't very big, I'd be in clear air soon. If there was nothing to be seen in clear air, I was heading back home. This was enough.
But I realized my steps were taking me down, down an incline much deeper than I expected. And the foliage above was blocking far too much light. My eyes had to adjust quickly to the darkness I found myself surrounded by. And where was the sound of the woods? The crickets, the trickling river, the birds? Instead, I almost thought I could hear music from farther below.
The boy wriggled from my arms, and began to run ahead. I protested, but he continued on, finally vocalizing. I wish he hadn't. He didn't speak. He made a small, rubbing, clicking noise as he went. It was a disturbing sound, like the chirping of a katydid, and it made me feel sick to my stomach. Then a deeper, more complex chirping responded.
A woman, just as naked as the boy, and her hair knotted with twigs and filth, crawled into view from the brush and took him in her arms. Her eyes were too big, the same shade of green as the child, and her ears, nose and extremities all seemed too sharp. My first impulse was to grab the boy from this thing, but he nuzzled into her, chittering and clicking. And I could hardly bring myself to move.
Then she shot her eyes to me. She shrunk away for a moment, chittered to the child, then locked eyes with mine. She began to croak out words, real English words, using that horrible noise.
"I. Am. Sorry. I. Am. So. Sorry."
That was all I could take. I thrashed my surroundings, clawed at the dirt beneath me and began to climb up, out of this strange place with these awful creatures. Nature tore at my skin as I barreled blindly towards safety, not sure where safety was, but knowing it was up, knowing it was daylight.
I stumbled into the clear air and fell onto my back. I breathed heavily, sobbing and coughing up dust and grime. But I was safe, I was home. Or so I thought.
I opened my eyes. It was night. Had that much time really passed while I was down there? I pulled myself to my feet and left behind the brush, the river, and the boy.
Much more time had passed than I thought. In those few moments, with the woman and her son, seventy years passed. My wife is long deceased. My daughter, recently so. Where my farm stood is now a small town. Everything I was or had is gone, and my name is a local oddity in this town, according to the first person I spoke to in this new world.
"Edwin Welch? Hilarious. The old folks say the fairies got him."
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