2021.12.09 05:14 kopin Old tree [X-M1, XC 16-50mm @16mm]
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2021.12.09 05:14 sm3llslik3m3anspirit AJLT: Not showing up on HBOmax for me, anyone having the same problem?
2021.12.09 05:14 Fantastic_Highway_71 Dyslexic people who use/know ASL. Did you confuse your D’s and F’s?
2021.12.09 05:14 Gortyuty December 9 - (C) D E H L N U
Things you might do around noon if you bring your own food in a bag.
1. Action of a mid-day meal. 2. The undoing of a popular Arthur meme
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2021.12.09 05:14 AyushGaming136 Just wanted to know
I posted a picture of cat some hours ago , but the thing is there is no male cat ( atleast I haven't seen any ) in my locality , how the f are they getting pregnent ?
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2021.12.09 05:14 Fair-Awareness-5382 I make a salary of 50k / year as a staff trainer in autism services. Thinking about buying a fake degree to get ahead.
I am 37 years old. I have been working in applied behavior analysis therapy for 15 years. I made 50k year in California in 2011. Moved to Washington and started at 40k year due to lack of education. Took 10 years of grind to make 50k a year again.
With my background, I feel there are so many jobs in my area I would be perfect for. Non profit organizations and government jobs. But they all require a college degree.
I completed 2 years of college but never could complete it due to life obligations.
Does anyone have experience paying for fake college transcripts online? I’m talking good ones that cost around $400-$500 to get.
I am seriously thinking about trying that out and spending another $150 bucks for an expert to make my resume amazing.
I apply all the time to higher paying jobs I feel I’m perfect for with my experience, yet I rarely get a response. I think it’s because of my lack of completed education.
Final thought; every job I ever got in my field never called to confirm education. They always excepted transcripts as proof.
However, I don’t know if government & non profit organizations would be that lax in their background checks.
Does anyone have experience with fake college transcripts?
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2021.12.09 05:14 Tekken_Gujranwala Ryuk Leonidas (Eliza) VS Haroon (Devil Jin) Tekken 7 Pakistan
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2021.12.09 05:14 Guesss_who Why aren't X-posts allowed to this sub?
There are SO many times I see something that would be pure gold on this sub, but i can't x-post it, and i'm too lazy to save the photo/video, reupload it to the sub and so on.
Can we please consider X-posts here?
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2021.12.09 05:14 synonyco 2007 Michigan License Plate 43M607
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2021.12.09 05:14 njh65 Offers?
2021.12.09 05:14 MochiPori Sherb moving out
Sherb asked to leave today so would be in boxes on the 10th December.
I’m looking for maybe like 30 nmt because Im hunting for specific villagers or if you have the villagers I’m looking for we can do a switch.
Shino / Ankha / Merengue / Genji / Audie / Whitney / Zucker / Marina
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2021.12.09 05:14 ItsMeWill98 I spent far too long editing this meme, please enjoy :)
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2021.12.09 05:14 getonmyIeveI Watch out for this guy people, he pretends to be 2 brothers using the same Reddit account (weird) he tries to bait people into calling themselves paedophiles and then reports then 😂 he’s a fucking lunatic
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2021.12.09 05:14 TakeThatPatriarchy How old is the cutlery in your house?
Just popped into my mind as I was emptying the dishwasher this morning, I'm over 30 years old and have never actually bought cutlery. All my stuff is just inherited/stolen stuff from my family/in-laws/student places, as a result it's all a bit mixed in terms of design/style (but all still just basic stainless steel).
I wondered what actually causes someone to go out and buy new cutlery? Does everyone just buy one set and then use it their whole life? I mean, it still works for what I use it for perfectly. I'm not one for buying things when I don't need to.
Just wondering how long everyone else keeps their cutlery!
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2021.12.09 05:14 K-DUGZ Is there a limit on how many times your gamertag can be taken down?
My gamertag was taken down because it was "offensive". I am making a new one and thinking this one may get taken down to... Do I need to be careful at all about getting banned or anything? I just want to have a funny gamertag.
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2021.12.09 05:14 williamsturgeon Hey, LunarCrucsh has just rated Revomon # 1 in Social media for Gaming projects🔥🔥🔥 We are Metaverse, we are P2E, we are VR and we are on fire. Well done to all involved, lets build our Reddit footprint
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2021.12.09 05:14 Chemical_Lion_21 My roommate's shadow spoke to him yesterday. I think it wants me dead.
I didn’t really think that I would have any more to share after last time. David was gone, and the police were on his case. I had recovered almost fully, shared my story, and was about to go finally put this thing to rest. Every night I was learning more and more about our universe from the Stars and was being brought deeper into their love. Then, yesterday, I had a truly horrifying conversation with my roommate that I think I need your guys’ help with understanding.
I think it might be best if I start at the beginning when I made my report at the police station. When last I wrote I was on my way there for the first time. I don’t know what I was expecting from my first time in a police station but that certainly wasn’t it. It was brighter and cleaner than Hollywood had led me to expect. I had visualized a sleek, modern interior, with cluttered steel desks under fluorescent lighting. Instead what I got was just another building for public service, as shoddy and nondescript as any post office or DMV. They sat me down in a cheap plastic chair and told me the detective would be with me in a moment. That was the second thing I hadn’t prepared for, the wait.
I would have thought that being attacked by my psychotic former research partner would have given me a higher priority in the bureaucratic system. Especially since said psycho was still at large and had made it very clear he intended to take my life. I waited in that chair for over forty-five minutes before the beleaguered detective Johnston approached me. He was one of those people that hover on the outskirts of attractive. It was like someone had draped the skin of a supermodel over the body of a librarian. He had golden hair, cornflower blue eyes, flawless skin, and straight, square, white teeth. He was also short and oddly—droopy, for lack of a better word. His skin seemed to be too loose, hanging off of his chin and arms.
He slumped down into his chair and riffled through several files without saying a word.
“Hello?” I asked, after growing too uncomfortable with the silence.
“I’m not here to be your friend.” He said in response, still not looking at me. “Just give me your statement, and we can get you out of here in two shakes.” I told him much of the story that I told all of you, leaving out the difficult-to-believe aspects involving the stars. He jotted it down, only asking a few clarifying questions here and there.
“Alright, so I just have one thing I want to know.” He looked at me for the first time, his eyes glinting with a calculating intelligence that had been completely absent before. I felt like I was being dissected, and a chill ran down my spine. “Can you please tell me,” He began, his voice dangerous and low, “about your disappearance on the Monday before the incident?”
“I’m sorry? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh you don’t? That’s odd, you see, cause I have a Mr. and Mrs. Torres about 60 miles out of town who say you just showed up in their field, in pajamas. They have you calling your roommate to pick you up at around 0630. They also say that you were assaulted before you showed up that day. They were worried about you and called in to their local Sheriff's department. So I’m just wondering why you never made any report of this, does this have anything to do with the incident last week?”
“Yeah, I know what you’re talking about now. No, I don’t think David had anything to do with it.”
“What makes you so sure? Can you give me a description of your attacker?”
“Oh I didn’t see them, it was dark, and they came at me from behind. That’s actually the whole reason I didn’t call it in, I didn’t have any details for it, and didn’t want to waste anyone’s time.”
“Investigating an assault isn’t a waste of police time. That’s kind of what we’re here for. Why don’t you tell me where you were attacked.”
“Oh, right here, in the back of the head,” I said, pointing at the supposed wound.
“What? No, not” He closed his eyes and let out a frustrated breath through his nose as if trying to reign in his own anger. “Where were you when you were attacked?”
“I was just out on an evening walk.” I fibbed, trying to think of some alibi he wouldn’t be able to verify.
“Do you often take walks late at night, in your pajamas, without shoes?”
“Do you often interrogate the victim of a crime without their lawyer present?” I asked, deciding I’d had quite enough of this line of inquiry.
“Not usually, but you see, Mr. Torres mentioned that someone burned a perfect circle into one of his fields near where he picked you up. I’m just trying to find out whether that property damage might be related to your case at all. I mean, it all just seems like a rather unbelievable cosmic coincidence. Firstly you’re attacked and abducted by a completely anonymous stranger, then you’re dropped off, disoriented and confused in a field miles away, where there just happens to have recently been several hundred dollars of ritualistic property damage. Four days later, you have your former research aide, who has carved yet more ritualistic symbols into his skin, tries to kill you in your own room. You must be one awfully unlucky man.”
There was nothing inherently threatening about what he said. Even his tone was polite and civil. And yet, under that, I detected an air of malice and a sinister suspicion. I didn’t like it at all. I got out of there as fast as I could after that.
Sadly, I went out of the crazy frying pan and into the insane fire. When I opened the door to my room, I noticed that something was already wrong. For one, it was far brighter in the room than I’d ever seen it. Far brighter than it needed to be. The only time I’d ever seen light in here like this was on the first night that the stars visited me. But instead of the comforting, organic quality of that light I have come to love so much, this was harsh and artificial. In the few hours I had been gone, my roommate had taken it upon himself to flood the room with as much electric light as possible.
The floor was a mess of extension cords and power strips. Light bulbs sprouted from nearly every surface like some invasive form of luminescent fungi. Mirrors and aluminum foil redirected the light into the awkward nooks and crannies around the room. Light even shone from under my desk and inside my drawers. Paradoxically, it seemed that the aluminum foil was being used to keep out light, as much as it was to magnify it. The entirety of our window had been coated in a thick, reflective sheet of foil, with what I can only assume were bed sheets peaking out in the cracks.
“Hey, um, Zed? What in God’s name is all this?”
“Your fault.” He said vacantly, slowly spinning past me in a swivel chair.
“What?” What’s my fault?”
“All this,” He grinned, gesturing expansively at the room. “It’s your fault you know. I think I’m going crazy. It’s kinda funny, in a messed up way. The past few weeks, something’s been happening to me. I don’t know what’s happening but every time I go outside, I hear this weird buzzing, in the back of my skull. It wasn’t so bad at first, but when you got attacked the other day, things started going downhill. You may have noticed that I started to take my classes online, and get Cheryl to deliver my food. Any time I even look out the window, the noise gets so loud it almost hurts. I’m going to see a specialist on Monday. Till then, I just need to sit tight I suppose.”
He gave me a weak smile, and I could tell there was more that he wanted to say. I asked the obvious question.
“Okay, but that doesn’t explain the lights. What’s with those?” I asked. He looked nervously around the room before responding.
“If I tell you something, do you promise not to judge me?” I wanted to give some flippant answer, but something about the anxiety with which he spoke unnerved me. He had a haunted, haggard look to his eyes. The look of a prey animal, searching a darkened treeline for an unseen but expected predator. I bit back my snarky retort and instead said;
“Yeah, I’ve had a pretty unbelievable couple of weeks myself. I’m not sure anything you say could surprise me at this point.”
“Well, this part is going to sound crazy. That’s because it probably is, because I probably am. It’s why I say this is all your fault. Remember that guy that attacked you last week?”
“Kinda hard to forget a thing like that.”
“RIght. My bad. But anyways after that attack, I’ve had these—hallucinations. I first noticed it a few days ago. It was small, subtle at first. I looked out of the corner of my eye, and I realized, well, God it’s hard to explain. I realized that my shadow was, just, not mine anymore. I mean, it looked like mine, moved like mine, but it just wasn’t. It was too solid, too dark, too heavy. Normally, your shadow just falls across things, and shifts as you move, but this shadow kind of slithered. I don’t know if that makes any sense. It still doesn’t really to me. This would come and go, just for a moment or two, but it quickly got worse. By the end of the day, whatever it was that was high-jacking my shadow was pretty much constant.
The next morning it was worse. When I left to go take my morning shower, it left with me. It kinda just jumped from shadow to shadow. The people in front of me, under the water fountains, behind the posters. One at a time, the shadows would get darker and start shifting in ways that they shouldn’t. Then, the very instant I got close to it, the shadows would go back to normal, and then another shadow further down would be altered. Almost like whatever was in it was alive, and was trying to keep in line of sight with me.
When I got in the shower, things got especially bad. There were shadows moving across the curtain, and I heard these weird whispery noses. The shadows were small, like tendrils or some sort of tiny rodent scampering sideways across the curtain. Every time I peeked my head out there was nothing and no one there. Then, just as I was finishing up, the whispering stopped. The room felt brighter for a second and I thought I was safe. Then everything got dimmer as a huge shadow covered the entire curtain. It was the silhouette of a man, completely dark except for the eyes. The eyes were the two points that light still shone through like there was nothing in the sockets that could cast a shadow. I wanted to look out, to prove to myself that there was nothing there, but I couldn’t. I was too scared to even move, almost too scared to breathe. Then it moved, and I was sure I was going to die.
The shadow reached out its hand, and then the edge of the curtain started to slide back like it was being slowly pulled open from the other side. I thought whatever was on the other side was going to kill me, especially when it called my name. It was hardly louder than the whispers earlier. It was breathy too, airy and indistinct. It was like a gust of wind trying to speak English.”
“Well, I’m sure that’s all it was. That would explain the moving curtain and the sound. Everything else could be chalked up to simple paranoia. We’ve both been through some serious stress lately, I mean there was a murderous psychopath in our room last week. If you want, I could get you in touch with some of my friends in the psychology program. I'm sure one of our grad students would love to help you out.”
“See, I'd love to believe that. I thought so at first myself. But then I saw him again while you were at the police station, and he spoke to me. It wasn’t anything nice, that’s why the lights are up, so he can’t talk to me again.”
“Oh really?” I asked, trying to feign the professional interest my mentor had so often drilled into me. “And what did he say?”
“He said that his name was David. He said to tell you that his name was David, and that he wasn’t going away until he dies or you do.”
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2021.12.09 05:14 Embarrassed_Stay3179 Is this guy an idiot or I'm overreacting?
I (30f) have met this guy (27m) around 6 months ago. We live far away so we don't meet all the time but we talk almost every day on the phone. We have told each other how much we like and everything was going fine. This guy traveled to another city for his vacations. He would send me pics in the day showing me what he was doing and in the night we would talk until we go to sleep. He told me everyday how much he wanted me to be there with him and constantly flirting. The thing is, 2 days ago he told me a girl approached him at the hotel's pool and he felt good about himself and attractive. Nothing wrong with that. Yesterday I texted him a good morning message and he answered back with 2 selfies with 2 different pretty girls (because we have this silly joke about me playing to be toxic over him). I asked if he was testing me or something and he said he was testing my levels of toxicity. I let him know I didn't like this joke at all. He understood, said he was an idiot and apologized. Later I saw a story he made with one of this girls (the one that flirted with him at the hotel). I felt so bad about this but I said nothing to him. In the night he texted and told me I looked very beautiful in a Pic I posted and told me how much he likes me and more flirting stuff. Then, he said he was so sad about his vacations ending (he is in crisis because he's unhapoy about his job and life), then he told me about this girl, he said he was sorry for telling me this but he things he had a crush on her and that they kissed and he was feeling so sad to leave because of her too...
I felt so hurt, and also upset because he wasn't taking care of my feelings. I mean, he's single and he can do whatever he wants but why would he tell me about it??
I'm a little confused about how should I feel because I'm not his girlfriend. But I surely wouldn't do the same to him.
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2021.12.09 05:14 OliverMarkusMalloy Epstein gets a foot rub
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2021.12.09 05:14 -b0ngwater- accidentally asked someone what strain dog they have
2021.12.09 05:14 5igorsk Песню "Калинка-малинка" написал в 1860 году фольклорист, писатель и композитор Иван Петрович Ларионов для драмы "Бобыль".
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2021.12.09 05:14 deadartistfreak98 Does anyone else have pica?
Pica is an eating disorder that involves eating items that are not typically thought of as food and that do not contain significant nutritional value like hair, dirt, chalk, paper or the likes.
I’ve had pica for most of my life, and it’s been very recent (within the past year or two) that I’ve begun to really suspect I am autistic. I read there’s a correlation between ASD and pica. Can anyone relate?
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2021.12.09 05:14 Stewball1988 Check out those fire pulls I had to share wish they were mine!
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