2021.09.24 07:05 Axmo_Deus I swear this ain't clickbait for OnlyFans! It’s just the teaser for our next 1-Minute Horror film: Birthday. Because come October 1st, we will have been releasing these 1-Minute Shorts for exactly a year… so let's celebrate!
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2021.09.24 07:05 olifthepolarbear Stuck on this question, not sure why I'm getting it wrong. Any help appreciated!
2021.09.24 07:05 KingTempleYT I messed this meme up the first time so I fixed it.
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2021.09.24 07:05 Groove-Theory Jon Jones says he weighs 255 pounds, eyes 270 lbs, wants Ngannou-Gane winner
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2021.09.24 07:05 ToshinoriStudios This is going to be the video put in the menu.
2021.09.24 07:05 themoorofvenice Report which rated Singapore's climate policies as 'critically insufficient' may not have accounted for 'unique challenges': NCCS
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2021.09.24 07:05 SPUnchained [OC] [ART] Possee of Adventurers! Halfling Fighter, Elf Ranger, Bugbear Barbarian, Goblin Rogue and Dragonborn Sorcerer. Love sketching ecclectic groups of PCs!
2021.09.24 07:05 FoxJules I have a headache
All I do is daydream about the same thing everyday and its annoying, daydreaming gives me a high but once I stop, I feel like garbage. I always daydream of impressing a person my mind decides to attach to, even when I hardly know the person. Its the worst. I hate it. I hate MD. Even when I'm not pacing, my mind wants to find a way to escape. I feel like I don't have a personality, or that I'm my own person because of how much I daydream about others or my characters. Who am I at this point. I'm so tired.
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2021.09.24 07:05 adamopal Creek Scene
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2021.09.24 07:05 phms_thread_mod PHrugal Friday - September 24, 2021
2021.09.24 07:05 adamopal IRONWORKS Prisma Remix
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2021.09.24 07:05 JamesAmigo Suichan wa kyou mo kawaii!
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2021.09.24 07:05 livebythycode Happy to Change
22nd September, 9:50pm, I was studying for my exams due tomorrow (23) and I realized that there was not a single topic on which I could put my finger and say Ik this completely or know everything about this topic. I was scared shitless. I immediately knew what had caused this debacle, 'Procrastination'. On 23 I had quite possibly most important exam of my life so far, literally my future depended on it. And going into paper I was unprepared. My exam was tougher than I expected, but who am I kidding. Even if exam had the same level of difficulty as last year still i was not prepared. On the night of 22 I vowed to never ever procrastinate. And so far I've lived up to my promise. It should go without saying I'm writing this after doing my work (in free time).
There is no better teacher than failure, but those failures mean nothing if you don't learn from them. I have, hopefully you will too.
P. S. There is one more exam left as a last lifeline. For which I'm studying. I'm sure with right steps and effort I'll clear it.
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2021.09.24 07:05 goodpet3000 Did Herbivore’s Blue Tansy face mask 7 months ago and it gave my face a chemical burn. I have had this redness ever since, and I’m not entirely sure how to get rid of it. The red dots come out, even after the application of makeup. I still want to have them gone, without having to mask them. Help!
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2021.09.24 07:05 QuickTaDrill go fw his music ISP CB let em know how it sound
2021.09.24 07:05 7_Cities_Journalist Bureaucracy is an Anthill
It was a normal day at work for me. I went into the office, showed my badge to the receptionist. She didn’t even look up at me while she waved me through. Honestly, we’re kinda lucky to not have a breach here in Garden City. I went to my desk, and kept working on my project for Isaacs Industries. But who knows how long that is going to last. At my desk, while I finished up the specs on the new robotic body one of the visitors passed by me.
I didn’t recognize them, but they were escorted by my boss so clearly they were very important. The only reason I even noticed them was they had some kind of… gross perfume? It smelled a lot like antiseptic and bug repellent, I almost gagged but luckily enough I managed not to. While I prepared to send my specs for Isaacs Industries I got a message from my boss.
He needed me to present the specs to him. Immediately. I got my flash drive ready and headed into the meeting room. In it, I could see the visitor standing behind my boss while he sat at his laptop. The visitor smiled at me and ran their hands across my boss’s shoulders.
“Well, you have a presentation.” they said to me. I nod and plug in the flash drive. While I went over the specs to my boss with the visitor standing just behind my boss. Occasionally the visitor would ask a question and I would answer it promptly. Remembering to always answer what someone was asking. Normally we had strict policies on what was or wasn’t allowed to be shared. But my boss was sitting right there, not saying anything so everything was alright. After my presentation was done. The visitor clapped my shoulder.
“Thanks sweety, you’ve made my day.” they said their eyes shining over a blue bandana. After they took the flash drive from my hand they called out to the office.
“Hey we have a dead body in here!” Confused, I looked around. My boss was still sitting still and not saying anything but he was clearly still alive. The visitor was also clearly alive, especially since they were shouting and moving, since there was no one else in the conference room, which must mean the dead body was me.
Sure enough when my coworkers crowded into the conference room, they began to crowd around me. A few were touching me, and someone was calling the Vanguard.
“Yeah we have a dead body at work. About a 30 year old woman, I don’t know the cause of death but she’s clearly dead. You need to get here as soon as possible.” While he stayed on the phone someone grabbed my face and began to squeeze and play with my expression.
I didn’t respond because I had no reason to, the dead don’t care what others do to them. Still one of my coworkers slapped away his hand.
“Don’t do that! That’s so gross and disrespectful.” he said and people stopped touching me. But they still crowded around where I stood. I could still move, and it felt like I was breathing but I didn’t really feel like moving. It was kind of peaceful actually.
I wouldn’t have to worry about work, about having to get my mom grandkids, and I didn’t have to worry about paying rent anymore. Death wasn’t quite what I was expecting, I thought I would have been unaware of what my body was doing, or at the very least I would be still and not moving. But no, I was still moving and breathing, but I was certain that would stop at some point. The only bad side to it was the smell of that horrible perfume still in the conference room.
When the Vanguard arrived they went to work. The man began measuring my blood pressure and heart rate. The woman listened to me breathing. After a few moments they made notes on their notepads and spoke out loud.
“This is really weird. The heart rate is 60 BPM, and there’s regular respiration, and even blood pressure of 124 over 84. But she is clearly dead.” One of the Vanguard said. She gestured to her coworker.
“We should get her down to the mortuary. Go get the stretcher.” She told him. I shook my head.
“I can walk.” I finally say. The paramedics stare at me when I speak. But when I walked to the stairs they followed and led me to the ambulance. Once in they lay me on the stretcher. Strapped down they laid a shroud over me and they left two coins on my eyes. One centii from the man, and one centii from the woman. That way I had my fare for the Ferryman.
Still though as I lay there, my eyes under the coins and my entire body under the shroud while I breathed waiting patiently I couldn’t help but hear.
“Have you ever heard of a corpse that talked before? Let alone walk herself to the ambulance?” I don’t care about this. Whether or not it was normal, it didn’t bother me anymore. The problems of living didn’t concern me anymore.
When we made it to the morgue they wheeled me into the mortuary. They left me with the mortician. When he removed my shroud, I could feel the shroud moving away from my body. The mortician sang to himself when he removed the coins from my eyes. I blinked in the sudden bright light.
The mortician saw this, but unlike nearly everyone else he kept doing his job. Clearly he was about to leave. He pocketed the two centii into his pocket and slide my body onto a slab. Before pushing the slab into the corpse fridge. Even though I was dead, I still felt a twinge of upset when he took my coins. Now what was I going to offer to Charon. As for my wallet that he took the denarii out of, I couldn’t care less about that. Money had no meaning to me anymore.
No more need for food, no need for shelter, no need for entertainment, and soon I would be buried underground and become part of the Earth and my consciousness would move on. Eventually. Still though, looking up at the slab above me smelling the cold metal, and the smell of refrigerated meat I felt something else twinge in my heart.
She wouldn’t get a chance to say goodbye. And lying here on this slab it didn’t feel right to leave her without any closure. So I pulled out my phone and sent a text message to my mother.
“Mom, I’m dead. I don’t know how it happened but I know for sure that I am dead. I just wanted to let you know that you were a fantastic mother, even though I wasn’t a perfect daughter, I want you to know I appreciate everything you did for me. Just know, I’m in a peaceful place.” I finish that last line and stare up at the metal above. Other than the sound of refrigeration there was nothing going on here. A nice break from a life that was always running around.
I remember in middle school and high school. I was always volunteering, always going to clubs, and as soon as I was old enough I was working. My dad was always working, he never actually made it home, he did some kind of tunnel work in Imperial City and his contract was clear that he wasn’t to be given days off. But he sent us money often so he must have loved my mom and me even if he never managed to contact us.
My mom was also busy, but she also made sure I made it to my clubs, and mywork on time everyday. I remember graduating college and less than 2 days from starting my job at Isaacs Industries. I remember the warmth of the lights, the soft cotton of my dress, and even how tight my mom hugged me. That night, for the first time, it felt like I was standing taller than her. I remember her beaming with pride but also tears in her eyes. And the words she said,
“I am more proud of you than you know. And you’ve worked so hard for it all. But you need to remember that there’s more to life than work. Remember to rest every once in a while. I don’t want you to wind up like your father.” Those last words confused me.
Mom always seemed to love dad, she always looked at his picture everyday, and she often talked about what she would do with him as soon as his contract was up. She always spoke about how he was such an amazing man. But if he was working all the time, so if he was amazing it was because he was working all of the time.
However, laying on this slab, I realized what my mother was actually trying to say. She meant to say that she missed him, and she didn’t want to live the rest of her life missing her daughter the same way she was missing her husband. We weren’t amazing because we were working all of our lives.
We were amazing because we were a part of her life.
But it was far too late to do anything about it now. I was dead, and she was alive.
Somehow, that thought didn’t bring me comfort. It only seemed to make me sadder.
I laid on that slab for hours, I don’t think I slept at all. But I didn’t mind. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all. My flesh didn’t grow hungry, cold, nor restless. I was relaxed and in a way, I felt like everything in my life built up to this peace. Something that I now realized I was seeking in life. All of my work, my projects, my missions, and my late night work, all of that stress to reach this level of peace.
When the morning finally came the mortician pulled out my slab and standing next to him was my mother. Her eyes were red from crying and she was wearing all black, even wearing a black armband on her left arm. Something I haven’t seen her wear since dad died. When she saw my body she covered her mouth and the mortician took a step back.
“I’m sorry, is my body disgusting?” I ask in an even tone and my mom cries even louder. The sobs shaking her entire body, the mortician is even more shocked but at least he’s able to speak.
“You’re alive.” He whispers softly.
“No. I’m not.” I responded with confusion.
“Just yesterday, you placed me on the slab and took my centii from my eyes and my denarii from my wallet.”
The mortician turned red and lucky for him my mom was too focused on me to respond to what I said about the mortician’s grave robbery. She slammed into me hugging me close.
“My baby girl. I was so worried, I thought you were gone forever, but then I got your text last night. I had hoped there was a mistake. But everyone said you were dead. I came down here as soon as I could and now you’re still with us.” She hugged me again quite tight. After a while I finally hugged her back. I felt something in that moment I wasn’t sure I recognized.
After my mom finally let me go, she took me to her car. She was insistent that we head to the hospital, I was more confused than anything. I kept insisting that the only thing we should be doing is measuring up for a coffin or maybe an urn, whichever was cheaper for her. I don’t know why, but when I said that she only cried louder and hugged me close.
“Don’t say that! You’re not dead. You’re alive, we are taking you to a hospital to make sure that you’re not hurt.” Still in the car, she was shaking too much to even hold her keys. I offered to drive for her. She reluctantly let me. It was easy for me to drive, I didn’t shake from the horns honking, and I wasn’t in a rush to go anywhere. Nothing really scared me because you cannot die twice. But I did want to make sure that my mom made it to the hospital ok. Surely the doctors would convince her that I was actually dead, not alive.
In the emergency room there was a LONG wait. No matter what my mom did to convince the nurse on duty to help she didn’t seem to care about us there. One would have thought that a dead body in the Emergency Room would have been an immediate concern but clearly it wasn’t. So we sat in our seats. My mom was clutching onto my arm like I was going to disappear from her.
When the doctor finally arrived he escorted us to the medical room. He asked us what was wrong so I spoke first.
“Well doctor as you can see I am clearly dead but my mother is in denial.” I gestured to her. The doctor instead stared at me and said two words.
“Cotard delusion.” He said solemnly as he spoke to my mom.
It’s been a few weeks since then. It took a long time for my mom to convince me that I am alive. It started by convincing me to shower, and eat just to make her happy. But as time went on, I started feeling alive again. Things started to feel like they could be warm and cold again, like things had dimension again. I even called my job and convinced them to let me work there again.
Doyou know how hard it is to convince HR that you were actually sick when you leave early? It’s a lot harder convincing them that you were dead but you got better. When I finally made it to work my desk was ransacked. Even my mug was taken, and I saw it with Larry from the Black Market Department. He was drinking out of my “drink me” mug right in front of me.
Larry, if you're listening to this, I will get my mug back.
As I organized what was left of my desk and files I saw that my files from the robot body project were missing. So, obviously I went to check with my boss to see if he had the back up. When he wasn’t in his office, I asked around and Larry said he was in the conference room.
When I made it to the conference room my boss was still sitting in the same place as when we last spoke. When I asked him if he had the files he just sat there. Staring off into space.
When I got closer, I could smell rot. His eyes were milky white, and no sounds were coming from his body. No breathing, and no movement. Standing back I let myself look at him. Really look at him.
What was left of my boss was more skeleton than skin. His suit was tattered. And he has clearly been dead for months. But this didn’t make sense, endless projects were approved just in the last month. If he was dead all that time how could no one notice?
As I thought about it a connection made sense in my head.
Whatever made everyone see me as a dead person, must have made everyone see him as a living person. I call out to my coworkers as I pull out my phone.
“Hey we have a dead body in here!” I heard Larry call out when I said that.
Elsewhere in Garden City, a woman with a blue bandana handed a flash drive to her boss. Her boss admired it for a moment before asking.
“Are you sure this is the only copy?” Mach Five asked Shaker.
“I’m certain. They wipe the hard drives of any deceased employees, and she was “dead” just long enough to wipe everything.” Shaker responded. Mach Five put the flash drive into her pocket as she wheeled her chair to her computer.
“So, what can you tell me about these… Hoplite Class Robots.”
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2021.09.24 07:05 themoorofvenice SAF testing new radar to locate and track enemy rockets; results ‘promising’
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2021.09.24 07:05 dunkkacino Today in school we were learning about friendly relationships between opposing political sides
Such a boomer concept imo. It's not like I'm an asshole to anyone i disagree with but I don't want to be friends with someone who thinks my friends shouldn't have rights.
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2021.09.24 07:05 dslicex New Fuming Mouth
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2021.09.24 07:05 vivi0313 Tomorrow I am going to mint my first digital collage in Hen and it is my way of processing the pain that is lived silently with endometriosis diagnosis https://www.hicetnunc.xyz/Vivi.R/creations
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2021.09.24 07:05 saekirei Testing
2021.09.24 07:05 marieesoko Sending my luck your way… this pipe was GREEN 🤩
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2021.09.24 07:05 atlbigd 25 [M4M] #Atlanta - Jacking Homies
2021.09.24 07:05 Thonis_ An excellent album played on an excellent turntable. Just replace the cartridge with an AT3600l - cheap but sounds excellent.
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