2021.10.21 21:04 nameepeepgib Evil Bonelli
|submitted by nameepeepgib to dankgentina [link] [comments]|
2021.10.21 21:04 isolated777 Needing help
2021.10.21 21:04 The6thNight Who knew that they could breathe in space? ʕ º ᴥ ºʔ
|submitted by The6thNight to GachaClub [link] [comments]|
2021.10.21 21:04 imakeitdowhatitdo Help with Ancestral Warchief Chieftain build
Hi, I have decided to return to the game after almost 2 years and found out about the changes in the skill tree. I was planning to league start with a Strength Stacking Brutus Lead Sprinkler Ancestral Warchief/Protector Chieftain build. Is this build a good league starter? If yes, does anyone here have a 3.16 POB I can take inspiration from or yoink in other words? Because I can't figure out a good path in the tree to save my life.
submitted by imakeitdowhatitdo to PathOfExileBuilds [link] [comments]
2021.10.21 21:04 SorryImaStupidMan Why Naruto and Sasuke don't ask Orochimaru to help Boruto?
2021.10.21 21:04 CooperHMan CryptaRoos NFT Launch | Authentic Australian NFT's - Bringing Aussie Culture to Life!
| Become apart of the Australian Outback with CryptaRoos NFT|
Launching in late October these Authentic Australian Kangaroos are bound to turn heads of anyone who see them!
Our goal is to mint enough NFT's to develop a game in which our NFT's can be used to play! We hope you enjoy them!
We also have many rewards planned for our NFT owner's including a free Joey NFT planned in our Wave 2 releases!
To learn more make sure to join our Discord: https://discord.gg/CnYhxvKUgB
Thank you and we hope to see you in the Aussie Outback!
submitted by CooperHMan to NFTblocks [link] [comments]
2021.10.21 21:04 TommyJGreaves Which one?
2021.10.21 21:04 Expensive_Thanks_252 SOME GIFTS YOU CAN GET FOR YOU SKIN CARE ✨ ALSO DON'T FORGET TO SAVE UP ON YOUR ORDER WITH CODE 🌸 WONDERJOY 🌸
|submitted by Expensive_Thanks_252 to YesstyleReferralCode [link] [comments]|
2021.10.21 21:04 JustListeningClosely Spirits affecting/influencing/possessing animals/pets?
Has anyone here ever experienced a situation where your pet was possessed or influenced by a malevolent spirit or being? Or who was affected more deeply by something paranormal than the rest of the family? An investigator friend told me about a few cases she’d worked on and now I’m really curious to hear more.
submitted by JustListeningClosely to Ghoststories [link] [comments]
2021.10.21 21:04 jasproductionz J.Cole x Kevin Gates Type Beat | Rap Hip Hop Instrumental 2021 |
2021.10.21 21:04 dlaloma Trying to figure out what editing software this YouTube uses
Hi everyone , I’m new here and new to being a YouTuber so excuse me if I don’t explain myself very well. This youtuber im referring to posts celebrity interviews and podcasts but he edits and cuts them in a way that totally changes the conversations they’re having amd makes them really funny , placing one part of the interview in front of the other with really precise transitions. Some of his videos even have special effects like the person being interviewed will disappear after a question was asked and things like that. Just trying to figure out what software he or she might use. Thanks for any insight
submitted by dlaloma to NewTubers [link] [comments]
2021.10.21 21:04 hernkate Five Below. September 3, 2020.
|submitted by hernkate to agedlikemilk [link] [comments]|
2021.10.21 21:04 Anarchiste-mouton r/vieillicommedulait
|submitted by Anarchiste-mouton to leMeilleurCoin [link] [comments]|
2021.10.21 21:04 mclibby33 I have a bag of potatoes, lots of ground Turkey, lots of chicken, pork tenderloin
I also have a lot of other stuff any suggestions for cooking lots of chicken or ground turkey? I usually use them for tacos or just regular chicken dishes. Need to cook lots of it soon
submitted by mclibby33 to WhatShouldICook [link] [comments]
2021.10.21 21:04 CDNK9 H: Halloween Outfits & Pumpkin Plans W: 5.56 Reg Ammo
Jack O’Lantern Pant Suit x3 Jack O’Lantern Short Suit x7 Pirate Costume x4 Pirate Costume Hat x2 Whitespring Jumpsuit
Plans: Classic Jack O’Lantern x2 Evil Jack O’Lantern x2 Full Pumpkin Rack x2 Grim Reaper Vault-boy Cutout x2 Half Empty Pumpkin Rack x2 Happy Jack O’Lantern Mobster Jack O’Lantern Pumpkin Rack x2
submitted by CDNK9 to Market76 [link] [comments]
2021.10.21 21:04 Professional-Taro525 💎 Axienomics 💎Play 2 Earn NFT Game Coming! Multiple celebrities on board! Launch today after presale filled! Whitelist competition on going!🔥
🔥DON´T MISS OUT THIS ONE!🔥
Our community is growing rapidly, MORE AND MORE to come at launch!
Our sweepwidget competition for whitelist presales spots is ON GOING!
Sweepwidget - https://sweepwidget.com/view/36317-3hgdbfsz
💎LAUNCH after presale filled
✅ FEW UPDATES
1: Many big celebrities will be collaboration with us
2: There will be billboards in NYC on Wednesday
3: Play to earn games Trailer launching soon
🔥MORE CELEBS ON BOARD🔥
I THEY TRUST US WHY DON’T YOU?
It is one of the first unique
🔥 Rebase + Rewards (AXS) + Buyback
🔥Anti Snipe and Anti Bot with 7% tax.
🔥FOR COMING GAME UPDATES
There will be 3 games
1.Basic Graphics Game
2 Mid graphic Game
2021.10.21 21:04 tommyboi042 We’re packing for our honeymoon. Pumpkin is not pleased with our decision.
|submitted by tommyboi042 to aww [link] [comments]|
2021.10.21 21:04 cybinlewis [FRESH] Pipe-eye - Ancient 5G Aliens
|submitted by cybinlewis to indieheads [link] [comments]|
2021.10.21 21:04 yeeatty I’ll be the next Batman after Moass! I hope my comment clarifies why!
|submitted by yeeatty to Superstonk [link] [comments]|
2021.10.21 21:04 kaladbolgg Well.. those were a long ass two weeks. Totally worth it.
|submitted by kaladbolgg to YasuoMains [link] [comments]|
2021.10.21 21:04 BmC1331 My father only visits once a year, and i'm afraid he's cursed. And so am i...
I only see my father once a year. He comes at different times each year, but only once. He always brings a present, but they are usually strange chunks of moon rock or lights that never go out, or sand he claimed was from a forgotten kingdom.
I asked him once when I was barely five 'Why gifts? Is it Christmas?'
He looked to mom as if he doesn't know what Christmas is, and she turns to me, 'It's your birthday.'
The empty look on her face tells me to drop it, and I go play in the forest with my rock or forever light or sand from a lost empire.
When I was that young, I didn't notice something was off. The world seems small, and you don't know any better. But as I approached my teenage years, the other kids made me see.
They had fathers coming to class to talk about what they did for a living. Fathers at their ball games, fathers at their chorus recitals, father's dropping them off at school. But I had only a stranger who showed up once a year.
The other kids pointed it out. They asked where my father was all the time? I had a dad, right? I told them I did, but they doubted me. I explained how I only saw him once a year. One kid suggested my dad had another family. Another mentioned he might be in jail and can only visit once a year.
I asked my mother one day why dad only comes once a year. The empty look came over her face, and she said, 'Ask your dad.'
So the next time he came, I did.
We were sitting outside, watching the moon. He gave me my gift, spent a few hours with mom, then sat outside and watched the moon. On the nights the moon was full, I'd sometimes catch him crying. This was one of those nights.
'Dad, where do you go when you leave us?' I asked, pretending I didn't see his tears.
'I go to work, son.' He quickly wiped his face dry.
'Where do you work?'
‘South of here.' And that's all he would tell me. 'Let's just watch the moon for a while, please?'
We watched in silence, but I kept hearing the other kid's questions in my head. I had to ask, 'The kids at school think you have another family? Or that you only get one day a year out of jail?'
He laughed a sad laugh. 'No son, nothing like that. You're all the family I ever wanted. And even though the job is a lot like a prison, it isn't. And I make sure to come back for your birthday each year.'
I wasn't brave enough to ask anymore. Sitting beneath the moon my father seemed so distant, so real, so much deeper than mom and me. Like he was more alive than us, and I assumed it was because his job took him away for so long, and he did important stuff. I went to bed that night, and as I fell asleep, I listened to him cursing the moon softly through my bedroom window. He was gone in the morning.
The years went by, and I started watching Dad's comings and goings, waking up early and going to bed late. One thing I noticed immediately was I never saw him coming. He did not drive up in a car or get dropped off by an Uber. I usually found him in the kitchen. Suddenly there all bright-eyed and ready to go. Once, I caught him coming up the stairs from the basement, and he sheepishly told me he and my mom were down there. The implication was too gross to ask questions.
What really bothered me was he never visited at the same time of the year. So, when I was a teenager, I asked him one day, 'Dad, why do you call it my Birthday if you come whenever?'
We were in the living room together. My mother was frozen, her knitting suspended above her lap, anticipating his answer. He was quite a long time, 'Well, son, someday I might tell you about your birthday, and how it can't be celebrated in just one day. I celebrate it every day.'
'Lame.' My sullen teenage self-responded, 'If you're not going to tell me, fine, I'll find out.'
'I'd expect nothing less.' And he beamed at me with pride. Until he caught the empty, sad look from my mom, and he turned red and went silent.
And I was determined to catch him. I prepared a place in the woods I could stay up all night and monitor his actions.
The next time he came I posted up in my hidden spot in the woods. I watched him watch the moon that night. It was half-covered in clouds, and he seemed calmer. I stayed up all night, and every time I started to nod off, I reminded myself I had to know where he was going, and the adrenaline kept me awake. He moved from the yard in the early hours of the dawn, and I slipped from my hiding spot in the woods. I couldn't get too close as I trailed him, but the last I saw of my father that year was him descending the basement steps. When I went down those steps I found nothing but darkness and stone.
Afterward, I did what any young adult with time on his hands and a lot of questions would do. I went to the internet. I searched and read and gained all the knowledge I could.
What was my dad up to? It wasn't natural, and it had something to do with the moon. After visiting some sites and watching some old movies, I began wondering whether he was some kind of werewolf? I figured he was cursed somehow and was a wolf most of the year, and when he was a man, he visited us. Was I cursed as well?
I asked my mom, and she said I was being silly. That I should just 'Ask your dad.'
On his next visit, I greeted him at the top of the stairs. I'd been posting up outside the cellar early every morning for a whole year. He paused halfway up the stairs when he saw me and knew I wanted answers. He told my mom they'd skip the usual schedule, and although she looked crestfallen, she also looked relieved. We went out to the woods around the property and walked in silence until dusk. He seemed to just enjoy breathing the air and looking at the leaves on the trees.
We stopped deep in the woods. In my pockets I gripped a small silver knife and the holly water I’d stored in a Tupperware container. We never went to church, but I'd read about these things online and procured them for my own safety. After all, I'd only known my father for about 16 days, half of those forgotten in childhood. And I thought he was about to turn into a monster? What was he capable of?
Out in the woods, I braced myself for his reveal. I was prepared for him to shed his clothes in a bestial transformation. Nothing happened, and when we had sat in silence for an hour, I mustered up the courage to ask. 'OK, Dad, if you're a werewolf, then am I a werewolf too?'
He looked at me puzzled, 'What's a werewolf?'
'Whatever.' And I saw he meant it, 'Everyone knows of the wolfman dad. And vampires. You are cursed by some kind of evil spirit, right?'
'Well, evil, maybe.' And he looked sad again. 'Tell me about these things, these werewolves. I want you to explain them to me. As if I didn't know what they were. I just want to hear you talk.'
I was in disbelief, but he begged me some more, and we sat down beneath the round moon. There, in the moonlight, I told him all the ghost stories I had read. He beamed with pride, and I enjoyed telling him tales. He asked me to explain holly water and silver allergies, and he chuckled when I did. Then, he asked me to tell him what Christmas was, and in disbelief, I explained the most popular holiday in America to him. He listened enraptured.
'Wow, son. You've shared so much of what's grown in your world.' And I was more confused than ever. He thought deeply, then whispered, 'I guess it is my turn.'
Without further explanation, he got up and walked back to the house. I followed closely this time. I was too old to take his hand, but I wanted to. Silently we entered the dark house, and with one of his never-ending lights held high, we made our way downstairs. It was musty down there and smelled of earth. The walls were made of old brick and mortar. We stopped before a dead end, his light barely illuminated our surroundings.
He passed the light over the wall, and a blinding shimmer lit up the basement bright as day. I shielded my eyes, and when they adjusted, I saw a door in the wall. The Door. It was sunny and golden, and looked out into another world.
Except this world was broken. The earth looked gray and used, like it no longer held life. The air itself seemed uneven as if a breeze was blowing in from a poison place. A skeletal bird flew by, and atop its head was a human skull with red fleshy eyes. Crumpled buildings covered in dust dotted the landscape. Small, humanoid figures moved among these ruins like rats. To the East, there was a forest that looked like it was made of frozen glass, and to the west, a fire that never stopped raging.
The fire reached the sky, and flames lapped at the moon. Or it might have been our Luna. Instead of our round and cratered moon, this one was jagged and broken apart. A giant hole had been punched through the center, and It looked through the door at us like an accusing eye.
I sat there in wonder and jumped when my dad spoke, 'My world, son. This is the real world.'
'What?' That's all I could say, with all before me, 'What.'
'Yes. This is the real world. The world where I was born. The world I grew up in and the world I love. But … we did irreversible things and shattered the land, and the sky, and the moon. I was a scientist and tried to save us from ourselves, but all I did was survive.'
We looked through the door together, and I could feel his own pain pulling him through.
'The real world? Then what is this?' I gestured around the dank cellar.
'I grew your world in an incubation chamber of my own invention. The chamber allows me to speed up time, set environmental parameters, control evolution on a micro-scale.' He looked at me as if this would all make sense, 'See, I'm trapped in my world. Alone. There aren't many survivors, and those roaming around are barely human, both in body and mind. Not great conversationalists, like you kid. I made your world to escape mine.'
He looked up at the shattered sky, and tears formed in his eyes, 'That damn moon.' He gasped, then recovered himself, 'All this to create you and your mother. I made this world so I could have someone else, someone who wasn't an insane mutant or crazy science wizard, that I could talk to. Your world is hidden on the mantle of my library in my tower, where only you and I hold the key.' And he patted the never-ending light I kept in my pocket. It was the first time he'd ever touched me.
I tried to take his hand, but he was already moving towards the doorway. I asked, 'Then why do you only visit once a year?'
His sigh was heavy and from his heart, 'Can I tell you next year? This has been a lot for me today. I'll explain next year, if that's all right, please?'
I reluctantly agreed.
He looked at me with sad eyes as I reached out to touch the edge of the door. He could read my mind, 'It is best if you stay in this world. The door to the other side is hidden in an invisible tower and nothing else will ever come through to this side. But it is hell over there. You and your mother would not survive, and even if you did, you would no longer be the same. I don't think I could bear any more loss.'
'Then why go back?' I fought back the tears as he put his first foot through the opening.
'Well, hope, I guess.' And with that he stepped through the door.
I waited a year to get my answer. I had new questions to ponder during this year. Nothing so absurd as a second family or lycanthropy. More like, why doesn't my dad want to be with us? Wouldn't it be better over here, like he said? Aren't we enough?
Over this year, I noticed inconsistencies in my world. The injustice and the fear and random luck that made beggars and kings. There was something wrong with our world. No one seemed connected. Everyone was so alone, so incomplete. Like we were all turned off before we were finished becoming what we were meant to be. But my dad could fix it with his chamber. Couldn't he?
A year came and went.
I am 18 now. My dad did not come back. I started keeping a vigil, even falling asleep at the top of the basement stairs. My mother fretted, but whenever I asked her about the other world, she clammed up and said, 'Go ask your dad.'
In a couple of minutes, it will be two years since I last saw my father. I'm preparing this post before I step through The Door. I used the eternal light to activate The Door, and I stand before its glowing, tattered landscape. I don't know if I'll find him, and I doubt if I'm coming back. But I need to know where my father has gone, and I need him to tell me why he doesn't just stay with us. I'm taking one last look at not the real world, knowing that all the answers to my questions in this world lie with my father just beyond this door.
And just in case I don’t come back, and someone comes looking for me. – SEND.
submitted by BmC1331 to nosleep [link] [comments]
2021.10.21 21:04 Donkuba Who had the best/worst/craziest flashback crime?
Two that are really fu*kt up for me are
1, Adebisi. Chasing a guy with machete and when the guy says he is a cop, Adebisi licks the machete and behead the poor guy.
2, Alexander Vogel. I'm a paranoid guy and are affraid that this shit can happend. He just walk up on a elder couple and stab them to death.
submitted by Donkuba to ozshow [link] [comments]
2021.10.21 21:04 LeeMarty Teacher Question
For context, I am autistic and I am a special education teacher in an elementary school.
I have a kid this year who says that they hate stimming and wishes that they could stop. I have observed this kid in a variety of settings and they do stim but it is a typical amount of stimming that I would expect from an autistic child. They also don't stim in a way that is distracting or harmful to anyone including themselves. They say that it feels like he cannot control it when he stims and it makes them feel uncomfortable and like everyone is watching them. How do I help this kid? I obviously don't want to have them stop stimming or even encourage it but I want them to be more comfortably themselves. I have never had a child that was uncomfortable with their stimming like this kid it and I don't know how to help.
submitted by LeeMarty to autism [link] [comments]
2021.10.21 21:04 Faricer Secret Six #2 (1968)
|submitted by Faricer to ComicBookCovers [link] [comments]|
2021.10.21 21:04 Satanic_Christian How can I expand my dynasty to other countries?
I just finished my first full ck3 game where I blobbed as Byzantium, now, I want to play tall in Britain and try to put my family in power through Europe Which are the best ways of doing this?
submitted by Satanic_Christian to CrusaderKings [link] [comments]