Couldn't have time it more perfectly

2021.09.27 05:05 SingerAncient7967 Couldn't have time it more perfectly

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2021.09.27 05:05 goldexperience1987 I just realized that Dio’s famous pose from part 3 was already in part 1…

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2021.09.27 05:05 Sparkzz_o7 Judging purely by my vibes and ugly mug what do y’all think my name is? 20 bucks to the lucky person who gets it right

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2021.09.27 05:05 QG_Elys_95 What will happen after the DreamSMP is finished? (Poll)

After the DreamSMP what do you think will happen?
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2021.09.27 05:05 _I_Am-Groot- Doof.

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2021.09.27 05:05 SUH_HIPP From my trip to London this summer

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2021.09.27 05:05 purplesea007 Is it immature if I'm genuinely mad at my friend for dating her ex again?

Actually, it's not like I told her "I'm mad at you" or told her anything negative. She just announced to me that she's been dating her ex again for the past weeks, and that she hopes things can work out this time which to I responded with just "ok" without asking about anything.
I understand it's her life and her decision, but it does bother me so much, am I being childish by feeling like this? We're both almost 30 year old women.
I won't get into much detail about her previous relationship with that a****hole, it's just that kind of relationship that will most certainly never work because while she is committed and madly in love with him, he only wants her for sex and doesn't care about her wellbeing. It's been like that since the very beginning.
I'm specially pissed because after a very dramatic and ugly breakup between the two of them, my friend managed to stay almost a year away from him, avoiding all contact. She was going to therapy, she was doing a great job to get over him, or so I thought. And don't get me started on the amount of conversations we had, I was always willing to listen to her, give her advices, hug her, let her cry on my shoulder, her pain became almost mine too because I witnessed it. She suffered so much.
And now she decided to get back to him (well, he was the one who reached out to her to ask for a "second" chance). And after all my friend has gone through, this feels like some sort of betrayal, but I know it's not, because she doesn't owe me anything. So why do I take this so personal? It's not my relationship after all and I couldn't care less about that guy. But I genuinely feel very frustrated.
By any means I want to end my friendship with her, specially knowing how awful she's going to feel when he breaks her heart again. I wouldn't want her to feel like she can't count on me anymore. But I feel so tired, I have no idea how to handle this without making her feel my anger.
Would it be too self centered if I let her know I do not want to hear or know anything about their relationship for now? Because I truly don't. However, as I mentioned, when the new breakup comes, I want to be there for her, no matter how frustrating that might be for me. But at this "happy" stage she is right now I find it very hard to pretend I'm content or that I approve him.
Thoughts? And thanks for reading.
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2021.09.27 05:05 VinniKrg :) rsrs

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2021.09.27 05:05 butternuggets1 Sellin all of Corrina OF and Sucking tapes. $5 for folder! DM if interested!

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2021.09.27 05:05 MrBeansGenitals Game with end level sandwiches?

My friend is asking for my help finding a game, on NES. It is an adventure game with Forests, and Castles, and at the end of every level, you eat a sandwich? I am 37, my first system was an Atari 5200.
I cannot think of anything remotely close to her description. Does anyone here know the game she is speaking of? She is from Egypt if that is ANY help.
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2021.09.27 05:05 mauvehead Game crashes while using Steelseries Stratus Duo controller on Windows 10

I've been playing D2:R since the open beta week without issue using a controller. Specifically a Steelseries Stratus Duo. All of a sudden about a day or two ago I started getting crash to desktop from within a game. This seems to happen consistently now only while in a game, and I must be actually using the controller. If I sit idle in a game, no crash. If I use a mouse keyboard, no crash. I even bought a second Duo controller just tonight, and it has the same crash.
FYI, the crashes don't actually show any debug/errort report. It just drops me to my desktop and that's it.
I am at a complete loss here.
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2021.09.27 05:05 prawnbiryani 💗☁🍦🌸🧁🤍🦩

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2021.09.27 05:05 Dr_GIR Denny Hamlin emerges as serious contender for NASCAR championship after Vegas win

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2021.09.27 05:05 younghunghairy do y’all like my friendship bracelet or my nails better?? [20/M]

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2021.09.27 05:05 Jaz_Unxp Merc

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2021.09.27 05:05 Decius1988 Leaver issue getting worse? All highlighted games lost due to leavers

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2021.09.27 05:05 MarcoCadenas Queso crema Philadelphia original 180 g - $24.15 (antes $30.50) (Online)

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2021.09.27 05:05 Evestiel Burned then decorated with watercolors. Very happy with how it turned out even if its not perfect.

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2021.09.27 05:05 IrateRapscallion [Displaced] - Chapter 89 Part 2
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Blake paused for a moment outside of Samanta’s room and took a deep breath. He could do this, he told himself.
Leo was right. Blake hated to admit it, but he was the closest thing the kid had to a parent right now, and this sort of thing unfortunately came with the territory.
Sam had always been a largely withdrawn child ever since he’d first met her. The rare outburst aside, she kept her emotions bottled up. Blake had always been grateful for that. It made her so much easier to handle than some child who was always throwing fits or something. Still, he reminded himself that not showing emotion wasn’t the same as not feeling emotion. She was probably suffering just as much as the rest of them.
Taking his helmet off for maximum empathy, he knocked lightly on the door. The hour was fairly late, but he’d checked Alpha a moment ago and he’d reported that she was not yet asleep. However, no answer came.
“I’m coming in,” he announced, waiting a second and then opening the door. It slid aside to reveal Samanta’s spacious bedroom. Blake’s gaze swept across the room and found the child lying on her side on the bed, her face covered with tears and mucus.
Tears. Fuck.
The girl saw him standing in the doorway and blanched, burying her face in a nearby pillow and shouting “GO AWAY!”.
In pretty much any other situation, Blake’s response would have been to do exactly as she demanded and get out as quickly as possible. He hated dealing with this sort of thing, and had found long ago that the simplest solution to that was simply to abandon ship and not deal with it at all. But he couldn’t do that this time.
With a deep breath, he walked into the room and sat down onto the mattress near her feet, drawing a strained cry of protest from the furniture.
“You want to talk about it?” Blake asked, doing his best TV-dad impression.
“No, go away...” she muttered through the pillow.
“Look, I know we all feel bad about Pari, but-”
“S-shut up!” Sam cried out, finally removing her face from the pillow to give him a heated glare. “You didn’t e-even l-l-like her! Don’t p-pretend you care!”
“Hoo boy,” Blake muttered under his breath. Why couldn’t this sort of thing be easy for him like it was for everybody else?
“I don’t have to love somebody to care if they die,” he asserted. “I’m sad just like everybody else. But this isn’t about me. This is about you. I just want you to know that I’m here for you if you need me, alright?”
“Like you w-would ever understand...” she sniffed.
“Try me,” he offered. “I will never understand unless you tell me.”
“I-I... i-i-it’s...” she choked out. “WAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!”
Blake shifted uncomfortably as Samanta burst out into full-blown bawling.
“It’s my fault! She died b-because of me!” she cried out. “F-first my family, then P-P-Pari... e-everybody I care about d-dies! If I... i-if I hadn’t been there, if I h-hadn’t th-thought of her as my f-f-friend, i-if...”
Blake was not the most emotionally adept person in the world, but even he knew there were ways you were and were not supposed to handle a situation like this. You were supposed to address a grieving child with comfort and caring and all that jazz. Yet, upon hearing her words, Blake couldn’t help himself. He laughed. Hard.
Perhaps because of his inappropriate outburst, Sam’s weeping stilled for a moment as she watched him cackle. After a few moments, Blake’s mirth finally subsided enough to let him catch his breath and regain his composure somewhat.
“Oh, Sam, Sam, Sam,” he chuckled as he wiped away a tear of laughter. “I hate to break it to you, bucko, but you are not that important. Reality doesn’t care about who you like.”
“No buts. If we want to have a serious discussion about blame here, then let’s start with that. You didn’t kill Pari, just like how you didn’t kill your family. The fault lies, first and foremost, with the people who did the deeds. Don’t try to take their guilt for yourself. Especially since you’re just a child. Let us grownups deal with that bullshit.”
“I-if they hadn’t noticed me, then-”
“Sam, what did I just say? You can apply that kind of thinking to all different parts of this. If the tavern had bothered to hire a few bouncers, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. If Sofie and Arlette had hit their panic buttons properly, then maybe this wouldn’t have happened. If Gabriela had brought her sword, this definitely wouldn’t have happened. There’s a thousand ifs involved in any tragedy, and this one is no different.”
He let out a heavy sigh.
“Let’s be honest, Sam. If you really need to throw more blame around, throw it on me. I should have been able to stomp those terrorists into the ground long ago, and they wouldn’t even exist if I wasn’t here in the first place. I’ve done a poor job on this front, and this is the result. So if you have to blame anybody, blame me and not yourself, alright?”
Sam didn’t respond. Instead, she just stared forward towards the wall without blinking. Blake took solace in the fact that she at least wasn’t openly weeping anymore. Perhaps he had done his job successfully after all?
“I had a friend once say that nobody is truly dead if people still remember them,” Blake continued. “So, let’s try that, huh? I think you’ll agree that Pari is somebody that will be very hard to forget.”
Sam snorted, which he took to mean success.
Blake decided that was about all he could manage. His time here was up. His mind was already screaming at him to go anywhere else and leave this emotional bullcrap for some other person at some other time, and he felt a little proud that he’d managed to fight the urge for this long already.
As he went to stand up and leave, Blake paused. There was one thing he needed to tell her. Something that he had never said to her before, but which she deserved to hear.
“I’m sorry, by the way. About your family. If I had been a little better, I probably could have saved your mother. But I wasn’t. I was hesitant, and skittish, and I made poor decisions. The final blame will always lie with those terrible men who killed the people you cared for, but still... I’m sorry. Now get some sleep.”
He clicked his tongue in disgust as he rose and walked out of Samanta’s room. What was he even saying? Not even half a year ago, he would have never even considered uttering such a thing. He was getting soft.
This was all Sofie’s fault.
* * *
“You gotta be kidding me...” Blake mumbled to himself as he passed by the “morgue” the next morning and noticed a certain figure still sitting in the same place beside the slanted pod as she’d been since two nights ago. “Alright, enough. Out!”
“Wha?” Sofie lucidly replied as Blake marched in. Looking at her red, puffy eyes, pale white skin, matted and tangled hair, and generally disheveled appearance, Blake could tell instantly that she hadn’t slept a single moment in more than two days. She even appeared thinner than before, though Blake wasn’t sure if that was real or just a product of the light and his imagination.
“Jesus Christ, Sofie,” he growled in aggravation. “I get that you’re upset that Pari died, but at the rate you’re going, you’ll be joining her any day now. Go get some sleep!”
“I’ll... I’ll sleep here,” she said, her speech slurring slightly with exhaustion.
“No, you won’t. Go!” Without waiting for her to cooperate, Blake grabbed her by the upper arms and half-lifted, half-dragged her towards the doorway. “Out! I’m not dealing with this anymore today! Out!”
“No! Stop!” Sofie cried, fighting his robotic grip with a sudden spurt of manic energy. “I’m not going! You can’t make me-”
Unceremoniously tossing her into the hallway, he shut the door in her face mid-protest, sealed it, and breathed a contented sigh. Much better. Even the dead deserved their alone time.
Taking a moment, Blake glanced around the room to make sure Sofie hadn’t left something behind. He didn’t need to give her legitimate excuses to come back inside. The chamber was a rather small and sparse one, with only a few chairs set against the walls. The only notable feature was Pari’s “coffin” or “tube” or “pod” or... he wasn’t really sure what to call it.
Its design entirely influenced by various science fiction movies he’d watched throughout his life, the container sported a largely cylindrical shape oriented length-wise to the floor, with a wedge-shaped base attached to the bottom to prop it up at a thirty-degree angle. The half of the cylinder facing upward was actually a set of curved double doors that could recede into the rest of the cylinder, revealing a mesh metal screen. This allowed for viewing without risking physical contact and was the current arrangement. Should it be desired, the screen could also recede into the rest of the cylinder.
Taking a glance at Pari’s body in the tilted tube, Blake noted with amusement that, giant hole in her torso aside, the dead child looked healthier than her living sister. The corpse remained as it had been that day, still covered in what little clothing she’d worn to the tavern, or at least what remained of said clothing after contact with Pari’s blood.
While most of the cloth had been eaten away, one article remained notably intact: the girl’s arm sleeve. Made out of some unknown red organic material, the sleeve was at most a quarter inch thick and covered the entirety of her left forearm. A dark stone could be seen embedded in the center at the top of her arm, its purpose unknown. Blake had noticed the sleeve rather early when they’d first met, as it stuck out against the rest of her outfit. According to Sofie, the child had been wearing the covering as long as they’d known each other, and she refused to take it off for any reason, not even when bathing. Apparently it was a gift from her beloved “grandfather”, and that was all she would say about it. When it came to “grandfather”, Pari rarely said much at all, other than talking about how amazing he was.
Blake slid the screen out of the way, exposing the body. He wanted to know more about this item. The fact that it was the only thing other than Pari herself to survive her all-consuming blood had to mean something. Reaching down with his right hand, Blake gingerly touched the sleeve and the hand sticking out of it with metal-clad fingers, making sure that nothing was going to eat away at him. Satisfied he was safe, he willed the metal to flow up his arm, revealing his flesh to the air. Using his nails, he tried to pry up the edge of the sleeve, but to no avail. No matter how hard he tried, the sleeve seemed adhered to her skin, almost as if they were one and the same.
“What the hell?” he muttered in frustration and confusion. His failure to pry the sleeve from Pari’s arm bothered him, but something else was bothering him more. Something was wrong. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. He touched the arm and hand again, and suddenly it clicked.
The hand felt warm.
Blake was no forensics expert, but he knew that two-day-old bodies were not supposed to feel warm. To make sure, he reached out and touched the child’s foot sticking up at the raised end of the tube. It too felt warm. No, no, this would not do. This would not do at all.
Creating a scalpel and small dish from the nearby wall, he carefully sliced off a small piece of the toe—a thin square perhaps a half-inch each long and wide—once more making sure that no technicolor light show started up. He needed to look into this further. Adjusting the thermostat for the room to funnel as much of the chilly morning air as possible into the room before the day heated up—he would figure out air conditioning one day, he swore—he stopped just before heading back outside. Though he couldn’t hear any noise coming from the other side of the door, Blake figured the odds of Sofie being there were too high for him to risk walking out holding a piece of Pari in his hand. Making a temporary doorway in a different wall instead, he made his way to his quarters for some investigatory experiments.
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2021.09.27 05:05 Narrow-Complex-3479 Ramp sliding

Greetings. I need help. I have been trying all day to slide down ramps and doing the exact right button combination, but for some reason, my character will never slide down ramps after landing from a jump. I am sprinting, jumping, holding slide right before hitting the ramp, but somehow still land on the ramp with no sliding. I am perfectly cabable of sliding down ramps in any other first person shooter. Is there something I am doing incorrect? PLease help.
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2021.09.27 05:05 Dr_GIR Trib HSSN Football Player of the Week for 2021 Week 4

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2021.09.27 05:05 overthinking112 I wrote my ex a letter

I sent my ex a letter a week ago. We were together 5 years, it was a very amicable break up. We were long distance. I went no contact for two weeks. I texted him (I know) after a little over a week went by not sure if my letter made it.
He said he hasn’t checked his mail and he will when he gets home. That was Friday, today is Sunday. I want to make sure I don’t get a letter back, I don’t even want a response. All I want is “yes I got your letter.” It’s for peace and mind that he got it.
I didn’t ask to get back together or anything, it was very nice and just heartfelt. I said thank you blah blah blah. I re read it multiple times since and it’s perfect, I don’t regret it.
In my head:
He is so busy he forgot, He is thinking about it, I’m getting a letter back,
How long do I wait, please don’t hate me for asking this. I just really don’t want a letter back, so do I text and ask again that I don’t want a response, just wanting to see if the letter arrive.
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2021.09.27 05:05 MarcoCadenas Pañales KleenBebé Suavelastic etapa 6 extra jumbo 60 pzas - $315.00 (2X$549.00)

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2021.09.27 05:05 Clockbruh4 When I see a full team of 8 years old slender in tds

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2021.09.27 05:05 yrba1 Brian Allen reading through our posts last season:

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