2021.10.24 15:28 Leap250 Dive (Studio Live) - PhatSlimNevaeh (Vo. 藤川千愛/fujikawa chiai, Dr. komaki/ex-tricot) [Rock]
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2021.10.24 15:28 pioneerlegend Dishes suck
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2021.10.24 15:28 miami305___ I have her sextape dm me to trade
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2021.10.24 15:28 SmoothBagelsYT Jay after sitting through 2 hours of hell
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2021.10.24 15:28 Erutious The Towesey Homestead- Part 1- The Field Prepares
My brother is up to something.
There's a thick patch in the cornfield, the stalks so close together that I almost can't make my way through them, and in the center, my brother is constructing something.
Something made of stones.
I've lived on the farm my whole life. My Daddy bought the land before I was born, and the farm has always been a part of my life. He taught us, my brothers Greg and Thomas and me, how to care for the crops and animals and harvest the crops that would make us money after he was gone. I was the oldest. It was my job to know these things, and, up until a few weeks ago, Greg didn't mind helping me.
That was before his thirteenth birthday.
We'd always been close, Greg and I. We were only about three years apart, and Greg had grown up at my side. We explored the woods and fields together, helped Daddy in the fields, and generally told each other everything. We had separate rooms, but Greg spent more nights camped out on my floor than in his own bed. Being a farm kid, I never really went to school very often, especially when the harvest needed bringing in. I was that weird kid, the one who was there so rarely that no one really knew him. Greg was my best friend, and I spent most of my time with him.
Until very recently that is.
I watched him stack the rocks, his arms straining under the load, but the weight stopped him not at all. He was making something, some kind of altar, and I didn't like the look of it at all. Where was he even getting those rocks from? The closest quarry was miles from here. There was no way a thirteen-year-old could…
Greg looked in my direction suddenly, and I hit my belly.
I did not want him to know I was spying on him.
Not after a few nights ago.
He had been leaving the house in the middle of the night. It had started a few days after his birthday. He had been roaming a lot lately, leaving in the middle of chores and randomly popping back up in the fields. Daddy could never prove that he was shirking his responsibilities as his duties always seemed to be done. I, however, had seen him out on the edge of the woods when he was supposed to be working. I couldn't understand how he could stand to be so close to the woods after our last camping trip.
I didn't even like to go collect firewood there after that.
He was back to stacking rocks, and they had begun to resemble a crude stone house. They were jagged, unpolished, and I began to wonder if he had cut them himself somehow. The area he was in had been cleared of corn, the ground nothing but raw earth, and I was filled with questions as I watched him at work. He would have gone in the woods for these. How could he walk through them after what had happened? How could he ever go back there again?
Thinking about that night made me shudder involuntarily.
We had been camping the day before his birthday, the two of us sharing a tent as we set up not far from the house. We were sitting around the fire, telling ghost stories and enjoying the sounds of nature as it too prepared to sleep. It had been a great day. We had swum in the creek, fished for our dinner, and cooked our fish over an open fire. Now came the time for the scary stories, and this was one area that Greg really shined in.
I am not ashamed to see that I'm a bit of a scaredy-cat. I'm easily startled, and I am not a fan of being scared. Most of the stories I know I learned from books, and Greg had heard them hundreds of times. Greg made up his own, and they were gristly. Greg loved scary things, and it was the one thing we disagreed on. Greg sometimes picked at me for being so skittish, but I always shrugged it off.
He was telling me a story about a sound in the woods when something did make a noise in the woods.
"Cut it out, Greg. That's not funny."
Greg had paused in his story, whispering, "I didn't do that."
We both sat in silence, listening hard, as the forest creaked in the growing wind. The sounds of bugs and night creatures had ceased, and all we could hear was the rustle of the august leaves and the shaking of the dry limbs. Something was moving around our campsite. Something large and angry that cared little for all the noise it was making and whether we heard it or not.
We were both stock still when the wood popped in the fire, making us jump and then making both of us laugh at our own silliness.
Then that sound came again, that throaty cry that sounded so much like Greg's cry from earlier, and the sound ululated from right behind us.
The two of us were up and running, leaving the tent, our sleeping bags, and everything else behind. We shot off into the woods like a pair of frightened deer, and the dark forest seemed to throb around us like the fairytale woods we had heard about in our youth. Suddenly, we were alone in the dark forest, frightened and scared as our mother described it in great detail, and we were running for our lives. We knew the woods well, we had explored them thoroughly, but tonight, they were strange and alien. I could see the slight glimmer of light, the intrusion of man in this otherwise natural place, and I knew that we couldn't be far from the house.
That was when Greg tripped.
I stopped, looking back at him as he cried. A root had snagged his foot, and he was reaching for me, calling for my help. I turned back and reached for him too, wanting to save him, but when I saw what was behind him, my scream got stuck in my throat. He could see by my face that something was wrong, but if he ever saw it, I would never know. I tried to scream, but my throat refused to send it into the world.
The creature was huge, hulking, and had its hand wrapped around Greg’s trapped ankle.
I'm ashamed to say that I ran, I left my brother there, and I ran.
I pelted out of those woods, and I didn't stop until I was on the front porch and hollering for Daddy. I could hear him stomping up the hall as I beat on the door, throwing it open and asking me what in tarnation was going on? I told him about Greg, about how something had got him in the woods, and he pulled on his robe and grabbed his rifle. We headed to the edge of the woods, my flashlight swinging as I led the way, but we didn't have long to look.
Greg was there, by the edge of the woods, as still as a corpse.
I was scared, scareder than I had ever been, but Daddy said that he still had a pulse. We brought him home and put him in bed, hoping he had just had a bad start and he would wake up. Momma said that we'd call the doctor in the morning if he didn't, and we agreed to go to bed. I wanted to sleep in his room just so I could keep an eye on him, but Daddy said to give him some space. I went to bed, racked with guilt and hoping he would wake up in the morning.
Now, I kind of wish he hadn't, as terrible as that sounds.
I was awoken later by the sound of a door opening. It was coming from Greg's room, and I rolled out of bed, thinking maybe he was confused or scared. I opened my door, but not fast enough, it seemed. As I peeked into the hallway, I heard the front door squeak ever so slightly. Was Greg going outside? I ran after him, bare feet slapping on the planks, and pushed the door open quietly. The porch was empty, the wind whistling through the railing, and I scanned the cornfield as I looked for any sign of him.
I saw a white nightshirt disappearing into the corn, and I lit out after him a moment later.
The corn enveloped me, that sea of green all around me, as I ran after my little brother. The ground flew up behind me as I ran, and I seemed to be just behind him always. He cut left and right as he ran, trying to lose me, it seemed, and I struggled to keep up as the soft earth threatened to pull me down. We ran like that for what seemed like hours, and just as I would lose him, he would pop up again and go pelting off into the cornfield.
As the sun began to peek, I finally turned around to head for home, not sure if this had been real or a dream.
I climbed in bed and closed my eyes just as Daddy hollered that it was time to start the day.
I went to check on Greg first thing, expecting to find his bed empty. Instead, he was sitting straight up in bed, staring at the door as if he'd expected me to come in. I jumped a little, trying to laugh it off as he continued to stare at me very aggressively. He didn't necessarily look mad, which was what I had expected from him, but he did possess a very intense aura. We stared for a few seconds before I told him I was sorry about last night.
"I just got a little too scared. I didn't mean to leave you, though. I'm glad you're safe. I thought for sure that whatever that thing was had gotten you."
Greg said nothing.
"I understand if you're mad. I'd be mad, too, I guess. I just hope we can get through this and be friends again. I promise I'll never abandon you again. I can't believe I did it that time."
Again, Greg said nothing.
We stared for a few seconds more before I finally told him we'd talk later and closed the door.
But we never did. Greg hasn't spoken to me since he came back from the woods. He just wanders around the farm, skulking or disappearing, and speaks to no one except for Momma and Daddy. Tom says he's scary and won't be in the same room with him, but I’m sure that it's just cause he’s mad at me that he won't talk to me. I started following him to see where he was disappearing off to, maybe catch him alone and apologize again. That's how I discovered this place in the corn, the place that he's building this...whatever it is.
"You can come out, Bradley. I know you're there."
I felt my breath hang in my throat.
Greg had never called me Bradley. Only Momma called me by my full name. He had finished placing his rock and stood with his back to the corn as he scrutinized the stone dwelling. His voice sounded different. It wasn't the voice of a kid going through puberty or the voice Greg had that night he told me those scary stories. This voice sounded deep and confident. He sounded like what I assume the demons sounded like when the pastor told us about them at church.
I didn't want to come out of the field, but I found myself rising to do just that.
I approached the stone construction, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck stand up as Greg turned to look at me.
"What is it, Greg? What have you done?"
Greg just grinned, and, for a moment, I thought I could smell rain on the wind as it rustled the corn.
"I built it for Him, Bradley. I built it just as He told me to."
I wanted to step away, but I felt frozen by some spell as I looked at the thing. It wasn't a house. It wasn't a rock shelter, and I felt foolish for ever thinking it was. It was an altar, just like the one Abraham had been prepared to sacrifice his son on, and my brother had built it in our cornfield on the command of some...thing.
"Who is He?" I asked shakily.
Greg smiled, "You'll see. Very soon, you'll all see."
I ran from that place, leaving Greg behind again.
It appeared that running was all I was good at.
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2021.10.24 15:28 NeurotoxicNihilist Anyone see more or my partner at the PRF yesterday? We had a blast and everyone who came up to comment was wonderful!
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2021.10.24 15:28 WhyThisHappensToMe1 Chemistry.....my arch nemesis
Ok this might be too controversial and nerdy but I'm up for it, well my problem is chemistry, this shit has been ruining my life, why does this exist, just have to learn everything and i mean every fricking thing, no logic, no explanation just learn the things, when we ask for explanation chemists have a simple answer "This thing has been experimentally determined", experimentally determined my ass, like dude, physics is fun cause we can see things irl and experience it and actually apply it, and maths is also fun (yes, i said maths is fun, fight me) because the satisfaction we get after solving a hard question is over the moon and things have rules and they can't be broken, in chemistry they teach a rule and boom the next thing they say is, "ohhh you thought the rule can be applied to everything?, too bad, here are the 20 exceptions, learn em" bro, like can y'all chill with these exceptions, god damn chemistry is hard, well respect to all chemistry people out there, this shit requires so much learning
Well anyways, have niceee day, don't worry if you are having a bad day, everything will be alright, life likes to challenge us but don't loose hopee
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2021.10.24 15:28 cmdr-realzonder How can I get to HIP 58832 [Rackham's Peak] if it has 71 carriers?
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2021.10.24 15:28 GeirOve My setup, have a nice Sunday
2021.10.24 15:28 xSpiritOfTheMoon Just queen shit.
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2021.10.24 15:28 timecurioustime__00 25 [F4M] having a hard time falling asleep
2021.10.24 15:28 PennysGirl Good Elementary Schools in N. Natomas, West Sac, or Sacramento
My son will be starting kindergarten next year and I am trying to figure out where to send him. We live in North Natomas and I am going to sign him up for the NP3, Westlake, and Natomas Charter school lotteries. I know charters are controversial, but our home school isn’t great. Any other school recommendations in North Natomas, West Sac, or maybe even Sacramento? I am trying to decide if I should try getting him into another Natomas public school or if I should try outside the district. Thank you so much for any help.
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2021.10.24 15:28 ram1220 RedZone Not Looking Good
I have been trialing several streaming services the past few weeks to find one I like with RedZone. Sling had horrible PQ. Last week I tried YouTube TV. RedZone looked really good. Today I have Fubo TV. I am not impressed with the PQ. At times RedZone looks like a Madden video game. Other times it looks acceptable. I know Fubo is pretty much at the mercy of the broadcast feed. But last week YouTube TV looked so much better than what I am seeing on Fubo today. Is this normal for Fubo? I will probably go back to YouTube TV this week and cancel Fubo. Fubo has all of the channels that I want. But PQ really means a lot to me too.
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2021.10.24 15:28 Lost-Feeling Smart Folio Keyboard peeling
So my keyboard has been peeling for while, I probably should have replaced it when I first noticed it but I didn't it's too late for that. I'm super gentle with my ipad and sine quarantine it's been mostly set on my desk.
Anyway what can I do to reduce or prevent further peeling, I'm not sure why it's peeling in the first place.
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2021.10.24 15:28 Eli_Truax Dopey CNN Host Calls Rand Paul an 'A**' — Rand's Wife Kelley Buries Her
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2021.10.24 15:28 Darth_Texan The crew of carrier Zuikaku salute as the flag is lowered on the listing carrier after an airstrike during the Battle off Cape Engaño on October 25th, 1944. The Zuikaku rolled over at 2:14PM taking the lives of Rear Admiral Kaizuka Takeo and 842 of her crew.
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2021.10.24 15:28 SuperWhale7 If someone from the classical age of music got to listen to today's music, what song would they listen to?
2021.10.24 15:28 GlamDarling Mega Absol Raid!!!!!!
2021.10.24 15:28 StOoPiD_U FGF Discussion Thread | Big Offers & Old Active Thread
Welcome to the FGF discussion thread!
Be it general questions, pieces of news, personal opinions on matters, sharing thoughts on a game you're playing. Whatever you're into, feel free to discuss whatever you like! :)
2021.10.24 15:28 simsekmcquuenkachow Beler 2 yıl önce oyun ilk çıktığında arkadaşlarımla oynarım diye indirmistim sonra canım 1 2 el atmak istedi indirdim koyduğum nick e bak amk
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2021.10.24 15:28 Bukjiok I’m a new player but I’m confused on how this works.
2021.10.24 15:28 BlondieBars_2991 Full halloween costume
2021.10.24 15:28 Kuya_Rx New Player: Is this average luck or below average for D2?
One can't help but wonder as the endless farming continues, especially as a newer player... I leveled a Hammerdin to 90 and was grinding Chaos Sanctuary on Hell from 82 to 90. The best rune drop I got along the way was a single Lem... Is that average from everyone's experience?
Somehow was expecting at least one higher rune along the way.
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2021.10.24 15:28 _Zilik_ Tifu by splitting wood angrily
This happened last Wednesday, I (32m) and my wife (32f) were having a heated discussion, the contents of which do not stand out to either of us. I decided to calmly storm out and vent my frustrations as it felt the ‘discussion’ was just turning into an argument with no end. I grabbed an 8 lb maul and began swinging it at a few wood rounds in the back yard, she came out to continue the ‘conversation’ which I ignored. My frustrations increased and I just kept swinging till I got to a piece with a joint I just couldn’t crack when I finally realized I can’t turn my head to the right. Well that sucks. Go to lay down while she cools off somewhere else and we eventually reconcile by the end of the day. Next day I have chills, a slight fever and of course a lack of mobility in my neck, painful to lean back or sit up in bed. By Friday the mobility has hardly increased but the chills subside, still I rest most of the day, took a moment to go crack at some wood rounds and see how fucked my body is, had no problems. My arms were a bit sore and the sprained neck muscle seems to lead to some of the same sore muscles in my shoulder and arms so probably no big deal. Saturday comes and I’m weaker than Friday, by evening I have a fever of 101 and now I’m googling all the shit that could be wrong with me since the chills are making me shake like I’m going through dope withdrawals. Barely manage to pick up enough wood in the yard to start a fire before I’m ready to pass out. Anyways google got me freaked out, even though everything points to a severe muscle sprain so here I am sweating my prospects while I wait for the work week to start so I can see my doctor instead of an urgent care physician. Moral of the story: listen to your body? Don’t split angry? I dunno.
TLDR: sprained a neck muscle resulting in fever, chills, headaches and a fear that I may have developed a serious condition.
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