2022.01.26 10:57 ICommentToGachaFnaf I told yall that i wasnt going to have main Ocs but i couldnt- i swear i will keep this OC more than other ones. Im just love the clothes
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2022.01.26 10:57 PhantomX98 Manual Log Splitter Made of High-Strength Steel $100.99, FREE FOR AMAZON USA PRODUCT TESTERS, DM Me If You Are Interested
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2022.01.26 10:57 saru7787 Best buds!
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2022.01.26 10:57 Apollyon-Class new asian drama/horror (?) movie
saw this trailer on instagram and can’t find it now. was of an asian movie, red and black title cards, about 30 seconds long. only a few shots in it but they were pretty striking: one of an assembly line worker, one of someone snapping the neck of a mannequin, one of a mannequin head banging on a wall, one of two soldiers eerily jumping and waving their arms facing away from the camera. whole thing had a creepy vibe but every shot was during the day. i think the title started with the letter a. any help is much appreciated
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2022.01.26 10:57 Andronk If you turn off the Mini 2 while it's recording, does it cause the video file to become corrupted?
I've just got back from some filming, and when I reviewed the footage I found the last video file on the card is corrupt and will not play. I'm not certain, but I think I might have turned the drone off without pressing the button to stop recording. Could that be the reason the file is corrupt? Is there an easy (and free) way of recovering it?
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2022.01.26 10:57 the-niceone What's it like living in Hungary as a foreigner? Can you get by and expect a decent job if your English is good but don't speak much Hungarian?
I'm considering learning Hungarian but of course it'd take time. What's the job situation like these days? What industries have better job prospects and salaries? I'm in manufacturing so anything related to mechanical engineering would be better. What kind of part time jobs can international students get? What cities should I consider or avoid?
Feel free to give suggestions or advices. Any help would be much appreciated!
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2022.01.26 10:57 JessTropo Just say we are in a deserted island. What’s the first cocktail you order?
2022.01.26 10:57 Pony-savage Psicólogos que trabajen con OSECAC
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2022.01.26 10:57 sarcazman1771 Trump's Truth Social network is trying to get influencers — some of whom are openly anti-Trump — to 'reserve' their 'preferred username' on the site to hype the app before its launch: report
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2022.01.26 10:57 honestlynotsid A Cold Cup of Memories
“Wake up, my love.”
Naresh Yadav opened his eyes on a sunny Tuesday morning. And knew he was going to die.
He was not ill. The man’s cigar had just burnt out. Sunlight filtered through the blue embroidered curtains Avi had picked out for their house. The blue and white checkered lantern atop the bedside table glowed happily. Naresh switched it off.
With the ease one only achieves by doing something daily, Yadav brushed, showered, and then changed into his work clothes. And like he had done for the last twenty-two years, made himself some upma for breakfast. When he was done, Naresh’s hands turned to make a cup of coffee. Soon the bittersweet smell of the wretched beverage snaked around the room.
He sipped the drink and winced, too less sugar. Avi had always known better.
But Avi would never make coffee again.
Because Avi was dead.
His husband was dead.
Naresh sat down near the steps of his front porch. A line of ants walked past.
The ants bumped against each other, seeming to adoringly bumble around, Avi used to point at them and give them voices and entertain him when he was feeling a bit down in the dumps.
One of his favorites was when he had given a small little black ant that seemed to keep going off the path a cute British accent.
“Oh, Im terribly sorry! Im just a terrible klutz, please do pardon me. Oh dear--- oH GOD!”
And then they had decided that the ant behind was his wife and was just about done with the ant’s aNtics (yes, his husband had actually said that).
“Oh, John would you stop with the lollygagging already! The children are alone with that nanny, I don’t want to leave them with her for more time than necessary. Oh, for heavens’ sake! Do get a move on!”
The forty-five-year-old man was smiling.
And then, the lonely widower was crying.
He hated this drink.
He hated the cold side of their bed.
He hated the stupid empty Minions cup.
He hated the love of his life for dying.
He hated cancer.
He hated the hollowness.
Back when they were still dating, he remembered asking his love.
“ Why the hateful vile drink? It’s so bitter. Won’t a milkshake get the job done?”
Avi had taken his hand, (something that had sent wild chills up Naresh’s hand) smiled at him, and told him.
“ It reminds me, that even something so bitter and unlovable like coffee, with the right ingredients, can become something so sweet. It reminds me, of us. It reminds me of how I thought that someone as unlovable as me would never ever have anyone to love me, but how here I am, clutching your hand, grinning at you.”
Yadav had known then, looking at Avi’s eyes, he would marry him.
His chest was empty. Nothing left to give. It was so hard to breathe. His lips trembled.
Tears still flowed. A river with no beginning, no end, no relief, just, pain. And the ghost of the smell of his lover’s soap. But that sadly, my readers, was just Naresh’s imagination.
He got up. The Lawyer then cleaned his face. The watch read 3:00 PM. He had sat on the same spot for eight hours.
His coffee had grown cold.
The diagnosis had come one year ago.
The sadness and medicines had followed.
Stage IV abdominal cancer.
Metasstazided in every single organ in the surrounding area.
He had held Avi’s hand like he always did.
Avi had smiled and said it would be okay.
Avi didn’t carry his husband from room to room every day for a year.
Avi didn’t see his husband regularly wince in pain.
Because Avi was dying.
He remembered the first week of their marriage.
He had woken up smiling.
So had Avi.
Everything had seemed ethereal.
They had gone to make breakfast. And Avi was making his horrible favorite drink. Except he wasn’t using the Coffee Maker or filter Naresh had bought for him. He was simply putting the coffee and sugar into the cup with a few droplets of water and mixing them.
“ You know….. we both earn quite a lot, I think we can afford the electricity the machine will use.”
Avi had sheepishly smiled at him.
“I like making it like this. The other methods always seemed a bit too easy, doesn’t make it feel like an accomplishment anymore. Also, are you telling me you can get this froth with that machine, can you?”
That part he agreed with. His husband’s coffee always had a fantastic layer of froth on it, something he could never achieve whenever he made the drink. When asked about it, Avi just winked and told him he just put a generous dollop of love, nothing else. Naresh used to roll his eyes at that. Now, he would give everything for a chance to see that wink again.
The tears were back.
This time, coughing held their hands while walking in.
Avi had progressively grown thinner. Weaker. His handsome face, once full of strength, became a pale copy. His body, once lined with powerful muscles, withered away.
Within seven months, his lovely brilliant caring man turned into a husk of his former glory.
Yadav saw it all. And stayed with him till the end.
The clock now read 10:00 PM.
For reasons unbeknownst to him, the Lonely Man picked his cold cup of memories and walked back to his bedroom.
As he slid into his bed, his heart wandered back to last Tuesday. To the day Avi had finally died. And left him alone. Alone with the love in his heart and the emptiness his jokes left behind.
He had lost weight. But not the twinkle in his eyes, the warmth, the kindness. Not the pain. Not cancer.
He remembered how he had held his hand. And how his lover slept. The pain now too much to stay awake in.
But Avi had opened his eyes. And smiled.
“ Goodbye, my love, thank you so much for loving me, and for letting me love you.”
Naresh had just smiled at him and clutched his hand tighter.
“ The pleasure, was all mine.”
Avi’s hand going limp.
A week of numbness.
A man, whose faith had been cruelly ripped from him.
On the bed, still in his work clothes, Naresh sipped his second sip of the coffee.
God, he hated it.
God, he missed him.
He finished the drink.
The taste sat on the back of his mouth. The smell, now sitting inside his nose.
It wasn’t so bad now.
He turned to place his hand where Avi’s head had rested for hundreds of nights.
“Rest now, my love”
Naresh Yadav smiled and closed his eyes.
He didn’t open them again.
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2022.01.26 10:57 xXkavianXx هعییییی💔🚶🗿
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2022.01.26 10:57 Turbeling 21M Hi,I would like to be given a score 0-10 and tips to improve my appearance and photos
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2022.01.26 10:57 soulsdefeater_48 Going into the new game plus one what to expect?
2022.01.26 10:57 ac_1998 Has anybody heard back for the MSc CS Fall '22 at UofT yet ?
I applied to the MSc CS program at UofT by October last year for Fall '22 and haven't heard back from them yet.
I was going through gradcafe for Fall '21 and came across some pretty disturbing stuff ... 1& 2.
Yeah, it's GC, so everything's unverified and to be taken with a grain of salt. But afterwards I did check all the admits that were there for Fall last year and either they were MScAC with prior interview emails OR PhD admits. Some MSc applicants were directly transferred to PhD while the rest were sent rejection mails.
My question is, did this happen specifically for '21 because the whole cycle for that year was so brutal ? Or is this really some norm at UoT, that they can't afford to admit funded MSc students, and if so why even keep the whole program going like this ... ?
If someone can shed more light on this whole thing, it would be really helpful ...
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2022.01.26 10:57 Satoshi-Buterin YouTube News: YouTube accounts of Indian crypto companies compromised
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2022.01.26 10:57 nodunksbot Devastating Losses, New Rising Stars Format & Top Trade Candidates On Each Western Conf. Team
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2022.01.26 10:57 ohfortheloveofloki I don't know if its just my situation or it I am just really, actually, a terrible person but I am feeling increasingly anxious about not having a partner when everyone else is settling down.
I never talk about it to anyone outside my therapist because I feel like the general consensus is you can't control it, so you just have to wait for someone to come along but this is... it's just killing me.
I am happy so many of my friends and their friends. And my family found love "early" in their 20s.
Maybe it's just because my boyfriend died and I never got to progress any further with him- as I know we both would've loved to. I mean hell, a journal engraved with my first name and his last name showed up the day after he died because he died 3 days before my birthday.
I just. I feel like I am the last pick for PE all over again. I was so close to having that with my boyfriend but he's gone and it doesn't do any good to be devastated even if I am.
I don't show or talk about my emotions openly to those who know me because honestly I don't ever seem to find the support that makes me feel better.
I just don't know what to do. Yes I'm "only" 25. But when your boyfriend died at 24, you really start to feel all that time ticking by.
It just feels like it's never going to happen. Like I am going to have my worst fear come true and I'm never going to be married or have kids. And I get it. Maybe I'm just too good at being alone. I've been alone a lot and it's fine I have hobbies, I volunteer... but marriage and family is important to me.
I've been dating again and it all fizzles out. Nobody is really interested. I understand that I am to fault for being heavily introverted and not very good at social stuff.
All my life I've been told that I am basically failing or a psychopath because I am perceived as "cold" and "aloof" because I have a hard time extroverting my feelings. I wasn't taught to talk about my feelings to people IRL. I was taught to cry on the inside like a winner and show no emotion even if I am falling apart.
And I am. I am falling apart.
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2022.01.26 10:57 dawson_ko_creek Would you give clear financial audit of your own father if he was a politician?
2022.01.26 10:57 createmistakes I again, I posted the other day and I thought some people would be interested in seeing the process.
2022.01.26 10:57 man_gomer_lot The Texas Gentlemen - Dark At The End Of The Tunnel [FLOOR IT!!! THE MOVIE]
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2022.01.26 10:57 appsaraby "QNB الأهلي" يطلق باقات توفر الخدمات المالية المتكاملة للأفراد والمنشآت متناهية الصغر
2022.01.26 10:57 Pipsymbol Check out this peaceful piano playlist on Spotify curated for sleep, study, focus and meditation!!!