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2022.01.27 10:52 webmediums ¿Adiós a las baterías celulares? Zero-Power, nueva tecnología de OPPO
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2022.01.27 10:52 odeacon Seriously, no haste and slow, no good blasting till 5th level spells? Not even counter spell
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2022.01.27 10:52 bbsquirrel247 Behind The Scenes Of Musee Dezentral, The World's First Decentralized NFT Museum.
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2022.01.27 10:52 ctech9 My mother is going to die. I'm 15.
Near the end of 2021, my mother contracted COVID. She did not get better right away, we thought it was just long hauler's syndrome, the stuff you get sometimes after you get COVID. It was not.
Mom had developed tumors in her leg, back, and face from a type of blood cancer. We thought it was going to be treatable easily. It was not.
The doctors tried everything. They tried immunomodulator drugs, radiation, they even did a salvage chemotherapy. The tumor shrank only a little bit through all of that. She would've been stuck in an infinite loop of recieving treatment, the tumor shrinking, the tumor growing back while she's recovering. The tumor would've become immune to the treatment, and she would've died anyways, in the hospital, connected to a plethora of machines, in pain.
We're going to bring her home.
Once the hospital is ready to let her go, we're going to bring her home on hospice care, where she can spend her final days in comfort, where she can see me and dad whenever she wants, she can touch her cats again, and she can spend some time at home before she passes.
There's so much I want to tell her before she goes, and I want to make full use of the time I have with her.
I just don't know what the fuck I'm going to do when she's gone. I did everything with her. She was always there for me, always coming to every single one of my band concerts, cheering me on at anything and everything that I do. Her not being there for that is going to be so fucking hard and I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle it.
When we bring her home, we're hoping we'll be able to spend 3 or 4 good days being able to effectively communicate with her, before she starts to get really tired and eventually slip into a coma and pass. This next month is going to be really difficult.
While she was in the hospital, she blacked out for a couple days. When she woke up, she was saying "I want to see my kitties." When my dad told me that, I cried. I'm even crying writing this post. I guess I can take comfort in knowing that her death will not be one in discomfort.
I'm so lucky to have such a supportive family. My aunt is one of her nurses, and she's been a huge help and comfort in this time.
It's just that... When this is all over, I won't have a mother to see me graduate, see me go to college, see me get married, see her grandchildren, and that's been on my mind.
I just... I would give anything for this to go away and for her to be able to live her full life.
She'll be coming home next month. Everything I've wanted to say to her, I'll get to say. That comforts me because not everybody has the luxury of that.
It's gonna be hard to get through this, but I have to. It's what mom will want.
Thanks for listening to me vent. I really needed to do that.
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2022.01.27 10:52 SteveH2020 Sent PSVR in for repair but the replacement has a small chip
Sent PSVR into Sony for repair costing £130 and 4 weeks later They email to say they have sent a complete replacement / recon unit out with different serial numbers. It arrived yesterday but the replacement has a small chip in the right lense right in the middle!!!
Complete pain... Hopefully they will send another out and then I return this one so I don't have to wait another 5 weeks...
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2022.01.27 10:52 obichniychelovek Saw this tweet in a dream recently. I don't know what game they were talking about
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2022.01.27 10:52 PizzaForever98 Man playing Master Duel makes me depressive again
Card Games have so much potential and can be so good. Playing the new YuGiOh game makes me feel depressed however how good Artifact could have been.
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2022.01.27 10:52 PigeonXerno Who is the hottest M&M?
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2022.01.27 10:52 EnemyOfMyOwnMind What was the best opening skit/scene from Malcolm In The Middle?
2022.01.27 10:52 Fox_on_Forex did i overdue myself?
I don’t think this is medical help, if it is i apologize. Lately, i have been lifting 4-5 days a week with minimal sleep (5-7hours/night). i have been sick since Christmas now. two different sicknesses consisting of fatigue and pukin. did i just overdo myself? did my body catch up to me? is this not related to lifting? i don’t wanna hear anything about covid.
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2022.01.27 10:52 aresjod Only streaks
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2022.01.27 10:52 dippy222 I had my cat, Hellboy, be apart of my senior photos last year! I moved away for Uni and am missing him terribly.
2022.01.27 10:52 ChaoticTrashDonkey Fuck me up, can you fet me to cum?
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2022.01.27 10:52 allgoodbro Portrait
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2022.01.27 10:52 IgnoreMe733 [God of War] I had been putting this off for quite a while, but figured it would be a good one for plat #75.
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2022.01.27 10:52 Medical_Price4029 Old pics style
2022.01.27 10:52 afrotic87 Regice 1669 9636 2299
2022.01.27 10:52 deepfrieddoldrums Can i fit a 2015 retina macbook pro ssd in a 2010 13” unibody macbook pro?
Can i use an adaptor to fit this drive or will it not be compatible? The drive on my mum’s 2010 went kaput, and i recently also upgraded my 2015. We want to save some cash so i wondered if i should get a new ssd for her or just buy an adaptor and let her have my original drive which came with my machine as it still works.
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2022.01.27 10:52 AppropriateNoise9 Smiling and Laughing, January 27th 2022
2022.01.27 10:52 elegantloveglimmer Ganyu with ice cream cone (TorinoAqua) [Genshin Impact]
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2022.01.27 10:52 Far_Drink1716 Youtube Account Ssupension
My channel got suspended for no reason.If there are any flaggers who can help me out I would really appreciate it.I can send any information needed
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2022.01.27 10:52 justchillingaroundk People that knew me pre-transition recognizing me?
I often read posts about how many people who transitioned don't get recognized by people they once knew.
I'm over 2 years on T and thought my face and overall body changed a lot
But it happened again that a person I haven't seen in 7 or 8(!!!) years recognized me. I didn't even know who they were until we talked for a few minutes.
The first time it happened I thought it was just a weird coincidence, but since it happened a few times now...
I don't know how to feel about it
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2022.01.27 10:52 WorldOrphan There's Always Something Worse
Kelly Fleenor came around the curve of the hill and saw it sitting there, squat and gray-brown-white with the dirt of forgottenness. Dad had told her it was there. This was her first time seeing it, though. Dad called it the Blockhouse. He had bought the six acre corner property back in April, but with school, and so much else of the farm to wander on, she hadn't gotten around to coming back here until today. But now it was the second week of June. School had just ended and summer exploring had begun in all its glory. Their family lived on a 40 acre farm in Greene County, Tennessee, in the north-eastern end of the state, almost to the Appalachian Mountains, grassy, hilly, woodsy country. They had a big herd of beef cattle, a pen full of chickens, a big tobacco field, several hay fields, and a little vegetable garden. And lots and lots of woods and hills for ten-year-old Kelly to explore. The outdoors wasn't like a building, after all, always the same. It changed all the time, so you never really finished exploring it.
Exploring the new Back Corner had turned up a tiny pond with a creek trickling out of it that eventually met up with the big one that ran beside the gravel road. She had also found a big pine tree with enough low branches that she could climb up it six whole feet. She might be able to climb higher, if she could make herself be brave enough. She had seen a rat snake, too, curling over a log, and a whole troop of squirrels.
Now she made her way up to the Blockhouse. It was a lot smaller than the barns, and only one story high. It was made of cinder blocks that had been painted white, though they were pretty dirty now. The roof was metal, like the ones on the barns and chicken house. Kelly wondered what a building like this might have been used for. Had somebody lived here? Not in a while, she was pretty sure. More likely it was used for storing tools, or feed, or something.
Trying to imagine what might be inside, Kelly approached the door. But before she got there, something else caught her eye. Beside the Blockhouse was a sort of concrete patio. In the center of the patio was a raised square, about three feet on each side and a foot high. There was a metal thing on top of it. Was it a door? Yes. It had hinges, and a handle. She pulled on it. It groaned, and she felt it shift a bit, so she pulled harder until it swung all the way open. It was dark inside, and it looked deep. It seemed to open up, like there was a whole big room below her. Kelly looked for a ladder, and didn't find one. She caught a bit of reflected light in the depths of it. Was there water down there? Was it some sort of a well?
Kelly knelt beside it and leaned forward to get a better look. All at once, she thought she saw something move down inside. No. Something had moved. She heard it scritching and scratching in the darkness. In a panic, Kelly scrambled backwards until she was sitting against the bushes four feet away. Her eyes were locked onto that black opening, unable to look away. She was horror-stuck, like when she saw a dead animal, or a car wreck where she just knew somebody got hurt badly. Something was coming up over the edge of the hole. Several long, thin, brown things like the legs of a giant spider. If it was a spider, just its main body would have to be as big as she was, to have legs like that. The thought of a spider that big catching her and holding her in those long terrible legs was enough to break through the panic-freeze. Kelly was on her feet and running then, running down the grassy hillside to the gravel road, all the way back until she could see her safe, familiar house.
“It's a cistern,” her dad said, when she asked him at dinner that evening. “It catches water when it rains and then you can take some of the water out and use it for watering a garden, or giving to animals to drink. It wouldn't be clean enough for people to drink, though.
”Kelly nodded. “I thought I saw water down inside it.”
“You closed it again when you were done, didn't you?”
“Oops,” was all Kelly said. She didn't want to mention the spider. After all, a spider that big couldn't be real. She had been telling herself all afternoon that she must have imagined it.
“Never mind. I'll go up there and close it tomorrow.” Dad got a serious look on his face then. “Kelly, I don't want you opening the cistern door again, okay? It's not safe. You could fall in.”
“Yes sir,” Kelly said.
“Kelly, did you remember to look after the chickens?” Mom asked. “I didn't see any new eggs in the fridge.”
“Aw, Mom, I hate the chickens. They smell bad, and their pen is muddy, and they always try to peck me.” Mom gave her a disapproving frown, but Kelly pressed on anyway. “Why can't Jason do it? He's big enough now. He doesn't have nearly as many chores as me.
”Jason, Kelly's little brother, stuck his tongue out at her, but Mom pretended not to see. “You just worry about yourself, young lady, and I'll worry about Jason.”
“Now listen here, young lady,” her father began.
Uh-oh, Kelly thought. That was two 'young lady's back to back. She was gonna get it if she didn't shape up quick.
“The eggs from those chickens paid for your new bicycle, and a lot of other things around this house that you take for granted. And just imagine if we lived in a third world country, and didn't have a big farm, and raising chickens was the only way our family had to get money to buy food. There's always something worse.”
There's always something worse was one of Dad's favorite sayings. But she didn't roll her eyes at it, or that bit about third world countries, which he also said a lot. She just looked down at her plate and mumbled another “yes sir.”
It was nearly a week before Kelly got around to going back up to the Blockhouse. The cistern, she noticed, was still open. Dad must have forgotten about closing it. But it wasn't the cistern Kelly was interested in, anyway. She wanted to see what what was inside the Blockhouse. It might be locked, she supposed, but she doubted it. People this far out in the country didn't bother much with locking things up. Keys were a hassle to keep up with, and who was going to walk all the way out here to steal some old tools or something? Whatever was in the Blockhouse might not be worth stealing, but Kelly still wanted to find out what it was. She went up to the door and tried the knob. At first she thought it must be locked after all, but then, with a soft crunch of rust, it turned, and she pushed open the door.
The inside of the Blockhouse was dark. She fumbled around the wall by the door for a light switch, but didn't find one right away, so she pushed the door wider to let some more light in. As she had suspected, it was all piled up with junk. She saw rakes and shovels, coils of rope, spools of wire and metal posts for electric fencing, and boxes full of nails of every size. Hammers, pliers, saws, and wrenches hung from peg boards on one wall, above a sort of workbench. There were bigger things in here, too, like a push lawnmower, and a tiller, and some other gardening equipment that she wasn't quite able to identify. A door stood in the wall to her right. Now where does that lead? Kelly wondered. It was cool inside the Blockhouse, she noticed as she stepped into the room. She supposed that made sense, with it being closed off from the summer air and sunlight. The cold made goosebumps on her arms, and made the hair on the back of her neck stand up. The place smelled weird, too. She had expected it to smell closed up and stuffy, or maybe even like something dead, the way the cellar under the barn had smelled that time a possum had gotten in and not been able to get out again. She didn't know what this smell was, but she knew she didn't like it. She began to be scared of what was behind that door. Was that where the smell was coming from?
“Don't be a baby!” she told herself out loud, her voice echoing strangely off the concrete walls. Kelly practically ran across the room, grabbed the doorknob, and flung the door open before she could lose her nerve. The sunlight that flooded into the room startled her. The door opened to the outside, onto the patio where the cistern was. Kelly laughed, feeling like a doofus. She turned back to the task of exploring the Blockhouse. The workbench had drawers in it. Maybe there was something neat in one of them, like old coins or photographs.
The first two drawers revealed nothing but pens and pencils, nails and screws, and some loose change. In the third drawer, though, Kelly found a magnifying glass. That would be awesome to play with! Kelly slowly became aware of a scratching noise behind her. She felt a chill on the back of her neck. The bad smell was getting stronger. For no reason she could explain, she felt a growing sense of uneasiness. The scratching became louder; uneasiness became dread. There's nothing back there, she told herself. But what if there was? It was probably just an animal, a squirrel or a bird. Or a branch rubbing against something in the wind. But what if it wasn't? She didn't want to look. She couldn't stand it. She had to look.
Kelly turned around, then slapped her hand over her mouth to stop a scream. The giant spider from the cistern was coming across the patio towards her, all long-jointed, twitching legs. She looked again. It wasn't a spider at all. It was a hand. Four fingers and a thumb, and an arm trailing back behind it into the cistern. Each of the fingers was at least two feet long, and had more joints than a finger ever should. One finger at a time, it crept toward her. She looked at the cistern, trying to catch sight of the owner of that long, horrible arm. What was it? What did it want? Suddenly, the temperature in the Blockhouse seemed to drop twenty degrees. The hand shot forward. Kelly bolted, running for the woods and not daring to look back.
The next day, Kelly's dad finally remembered to go up to the Blockhouse and close the cistern. When he found that Kelly had left the Blockhouse doors open, too, he grounded her. Two whole days with no TV and no playing outside. Kelly was mad, but when Dad asked her for an explanation, she said nothing. There was no way he would believe her about the long-fingered hand coming out of the cistern. She didn't believe it herself. She told herself it had been a branch. The branch had fallen onto the patio, and the wind had blown on it, making it move. Or else it had been a trick of the light, and it hadn't moved at all. Still, she didn't go back to the back corner lot or the Blockhouse. She had seen it, and it was no longer interesting. That was the excuse she used in her own head, at least.
Summer passed too quickly, as usual, and before Kelly knew it, it was August, and school was just two weeks away. It was a glorious, sunny morning, and the Fleenor family was sitting around the breakfast table. “Dad,” Kelly asked, “can I borrow your magnifying glass?” They had watched a science program on TV last night, about light, and one of the things they had seen was a man using a magnifying glass to start fires. Then he had burned his name onto a wooden board. Kelly wanted very badly to try that. Dad had one in his office drawer, she knew. He used it sometimes when he was fixing very small things, like his wristwatch or the chains on Mom's necklaces. But mostly he didn't use it at all, so she didn't see why she shouldn't get to use it.
“No,” Dad said, to her surprise. “It's not a toy, Kelly.” She gave him her best pleading-but-not-quite-pouting face. “What do you want it for?”
“To take it outside and look at stuff,” she answered. Which was true. She did want to look at things with it, like tree bark and leaves and bugs. And it wouldn't do to mention fire-starting. Dad and Mom wouldn't approve of that at all. She hoped they hadn't been paying too much attention to last night's show.
“Absolutely not,” Dad said in that firm tone that ended all arguments. “You might lose it. Or scratch it.” She frowned. He frowned back. “Don't you have your own magnifying glass?”
“Dad, that's a McDonalds toy. You can't even really see anything in it. I want a real one.”
“Well, we're not buying you one, if that's your next question.”
Kelly said nothing. His mind was made up, and further pleas would just lead to a lecture about being grateful for all the nice things she did have, and how her parents worked hard to earn money for those things, and third world countries, and how there was always something worse.
Kelly was angry. At her dad, at summer vacation being almost over, at having run out of things to do. She started walking down the dirt road leading into the woods, without any kind of plan about where she was going. All at once she looked up and realized she was close to the Back Corner. And then she remembered that she had seen a magnifying glass in a drawer of the workbench in the Blockhouse. A chilling image of that long-fingered hand flashed through her mind, but she fought it down. It had been a branch, not a hand. There were no such things as creatures with hands with two-foot-long fingers. There was no monster living in the cistern. She wanted that magnifying glass, and she was going to get it. Then she was going to burn her name into a log and put it in front of her tree fort. And no scary thing that she had only imagined and not really seen was going to stop her.
She went the long way around through the woods so that she approached the Blockhouse from the side farthest away from the cistern. Not because she was afraid of what might be living in there, she told herself, but to keep her imagination from running away with her again. For a minute she was worried that Dad might have locked the door, but no, it still opened. It was still cold inside, and that strange bad smell had not gone away. Wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible, Kelly hurried over to the workbench and opened it. The magnifying glass was not in the drawer. She tried the other drawers, in case she had remembered incorrectly which one it was in, but it wasn't in any of them. Maybe she had dropped it. As she bent to search around the floor for it, she thought she saw something move out of the corner of her eye, but when she turned her head, there was nothing there.
“Get it together,” she told herself. There was nothing in the Blockhouse. Not creepy hands, not giant spiders, not even animals. Well there might be some roaches, but roaches were everywhere, and she wasn't scared of them. Now where had that magnifying glass gone? This place wasn't that big, but it was so cluttered with junk that finding something small would be hard. It had to be near the workbench, though. That's where she had been standing when she had dropped it. She thought she saw movement again, as if the shadows were shifting, wavering. It was a trick of the light, she was sure, maybe from the sun going behind a cloud or something. But gosh it was getting cold. She had goosebumps again, and a weird crawling feeling on her skin, like walking through a spiderweb: she couldn't see it, but she could feel it all over her.
Kelly thought about just giving up on the magnifying glass. It was lost, and there was so much stuff in here she would probably never find it. Was it really worth the effort? But she knew, no matter what she tried to tell herself, that her desire to leave came not from boredom or frustration, but from fear. If she gave up now, she would be admitting that this place frightened her, and she was not okay with that.
All of a sudden, the crawling sensation on her skin grew unbearable. She brushed madly at her arms and her face. She spun around, trying to see what was on her, causing that feeling. Cobwebs? Bugs? She saw nothing, but she could feel. . . .Across the room, a stack of empty paint cans toppled over with a crash. The wind from the open door must have blown them over. Kelly blinked and looked again. Both of the blockhouse doors were open, not just the one she had come in by. And beyond that door, the cistern was open, too. What was going on? On the floor, the cans kept rattling around. She looked down, and she saw something long and brown poke out from under the pile. The hand, the horrible, long-fingered hand, pushed the cans aside and crawled toward her. She took a few steps backward, but there was nowhere for her to go. It was between her and both doors. Then her foot struck the lawnmower, and she fell. Those spidery fingers wrapped around her leg and dragged her, faster than she would ever have imagined, out the side door of the blockhouse, onto the patio, toward the cistern. Screaming for help, she tried to grab onto something, anything, to stop it from pulling her down into that black, damp hole. For a moment her fingers found purchase on the doorway, but the thing pulled harder and broke her grip. She kicked at it uselessly. She struggled and thrashed, but only managed to scrape her hands and arms on the concrete. She crashed into the lip of the cistern, bruising her hip and side and shoulder. She grabbed at the foot-high wall of concrete, wrapping as much of her body around it as she could, trying desperately to hold on. Then a second set of fingers wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her over the edge and down into the darkness.
Kelly splashed down into three feet of foul, stagnant water. Then the thing that had grabbed her lifted her up into the air and she finally got a good look at it. Its body was not much bigger than that of a grown-up person, but its arms were crazily long. It could have reached from one end of her living room to the other. It had reached from the cistern all the way into the Blockhouse. It was sitting or squatting in the water, and the tops of its knees came up higher than its head. That head was twice as large as a person's head. It had a pointed chin, a tiny round mouth, hardly any nose, and no ears that she could see. Its eyes were huge, round, white, and liquid, like balls of milk. They had no irises or pupils, but they had eyelids, because it blinked at her as it held her up in front of itself.
Kelly opened her mouth to scream again, but the thing wrapped one of those long and many-jointed fingers over her mouth. She bit it, but it tasted so slimy and rotten that she had to release her teeth. She thought she might throw up, it tasted so bad. The finger wrapped tightly around and around the bottom half of her face, and she couldn't make a sound. It lifted her up, so that its big white eyes were very close to hers. Then it put one long finger in front of its mouth and said “Shhhh!”
Above them, the cistern door, which the thing must have pulled closed behind them, rattled violently. The air filled with that horrible stench Kelly had smelled earlier in the Blockhouse. But it wasn't coming from the long-fingered thing. It was seeping down from the entrance to the cistern. She heard a sound like hundreds of voices whispering. She couldn't make out what they were saying, but all the same it brought to mind every nightmare she'd ever had and every ghost story she'd ever heard or read. She understood, was absolutely certain, that when she had felt her skin crawl in the Blockhouse, it was because these things had been touching her, reaching into her with their ghost fingers and trying to tear off little pieces of her mind or soul or something. And she also understood that the long-fingered thing had saved her from that horrible fate.
As if reading her thoughts, the thing whispered to her, so quietly that she couldn't have heard it if she hadn't been so close to its face.
“There's always something worse.”
The two of them waited, motionless and silent. The rattling grew more forceful, and they started hearing a scratching sound as well. The whispering got louder and deeper and more terrifying. But after what seemed like hours, it all stopped. They waited for at least half an hour more, just to be sure the whispering things had really gone away. Then the creature stood up on its long legs and peeked its head out of the cistern. It lowered itself back down again, and nodded to her. Without speaking, it lifted her out of the cistern and set her down on the patio. It took one last look at her, then disappeared back into the cistern, pulling the door closed behind it. Kelly wasted no time closing the Blockhouse doors, and once they were shut, she had the weird feeling that the nightmare-whispering thing was contained somehow, that it could not get out of the Blockhouse unless someone let it out, and by successfully hiding from it she had stopped it from escaping its cinder-block prison.
Kelly ran then, letting her pumping legs burn away her terror, until she was safely in her tree fort. She never went back to the Blockhouse again. For several months after that, whispering shadows filled her nightmares, but always, just before she woke up, they were chased away by long-fingered hands and milk-white eyes.
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2022.01.27 10:52 Dayvallenphotography S t e p I n t o T h e L i g h t
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2022.01.27 10:52 Rivelance Polish cover of "The Stand" by Stephen King.
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