2022.01.27 02:35 GeorgeYDesign Cleaner who stole $90,000 worth of jewellery could be spared jail
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2022.01.27 02:35 ProbablyTheWurst Each time you meet someone new you can hear the last thoughts they will ever have about you before they never think of you again.
2022.01.27 02:35 Own-Sandwich-4576 Dream did a face reveal
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2022.01.27 02:35 GeorgeYDesign 'Your day is coming': Police ramp up activities to end Sydney's deadly gang war
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2022.01.27 02:35 rk_cadieux Polygon NFT Paper Wallet
Complete newb here but if a dude wanted to create a polygon nft on opensea is there anyway to create a paperwallet in-order to give that nft away as a gift offline?
If yes... How and how much would such a transaction cost in fees?
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2022.01.27 02:35 Master-Stomach7406 Helping a sick cat m
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2022.01.27 02:35 beardedbeernerd Just brought home my new HK45C v1. Haven’t owned a handgun in about 15 years, looking forward to getting back into shooting, and eventually EDC after some training and plenty of range time. Time to shop for a holster, any recommendations?
2022.01.27 02:35 SKALI_hraje Fortnite emote party hips
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2022.01.27 02:35 Lord_Honky_Tonk [PS4] H: overeaters Legacy Jet Pack arm, fasnacht crazy guy mask, ve handmade, TSE railway W: any regular legacy Laser. (I will drop first if you have higher karma.) 4:1
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2022.01.27 02:35 GeorgeYDesign Scientists say new evidence suggests water exists on Mars, with possibility of life
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2022.01.27 02:35 axe_gamerz Having anxiety during the healing phase. Is this normal?
I'm on day 5 of my tattoo now and I love it but my OCD is giving me anxiety. I'm not use to having something on my arm that I can't take off, I can't sleep because I'm scared to scrape flakes off so I just end up fading in and out of sleep while watching my tattoo, it itches and aches all the time, sometimes I just want to scratch it off and be done with it. The more it's healing the more I'm starting to like it. I feel like once it's healed I will be fine.
Is this normal?
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2022.01.27 02:35 NiarbOn Do you like using mod-tap?
2022.01.27 02:35 NebelVanDushmer 6 codes from 3 sets, first come first serve
2022.01.27 02:35 elizasbreath I got back together with my (F22) partner (M26) after he broke up with me but I can’t shake off the pain from the breakup.
My partner had a surgery a month ago and started acting completely different. 180 personality change type difference. He went from being and acting head over heels for me to treating me pretty badly. It all culminated a few weeks ago when out of nowhere, he broke up with me, and gave me a few hours to pack my things and kicked me out. He said that he’d been feeling more and more frustrated by everything I did, and apparently had been lying to me and hiding this the whole month.
After a long talk post breakup, he told me he wanted to try again and he wanted to be the person he used to be before the surgery. For a second, I felt like I had my partner back again; I could see his face light up when I talked to him, I could see him wanting to try.
However, after a great weekend together, I am feeling stuck. It’s like talking to a chat bot. He just repeatedly says “I want to make you feel secure with me” or gives yes/no answers whenever I ask him anything. I ask him for vulnerability and he says he’s giving it but I feel like he’s not telling me the truth.
I’m in so much pain. Something isn’t right. I can’t tell if it’s my anxiety because he entirely broke my trust with his actions in the past month, or if I’m seeing something that’s there. But he says he wants to try and he wants to be with me and I am getting this sickening feeling that he doesn’t really love or want me, he just loves how I make him feel. I never, ever, EVER felt this way with him before the surgery. I have never even considered that.
I want so badly to believe him. He’s genuinely, clearly showing me he desperately wants to try and he wants to be there for me and he wants to regain my trust. I need comfort, I need sweetness, I need him to stop groaning when I fucking talk to him on the phone or just telling me “I don’t know what to say.”
This still feels like a different person. This still feels wrong. I want to shake off the pain and have a new start with him. I don’t know how the fuck to act anymore or what to believe.
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2022.01.27 02:35 Hubbabubbaluva Loving my life going to shows! Going to concerts and festivals is the closest I’ve felt to having a spiritual experience, it’s like going to church for me. #noregrets #livingmybestlife
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2022.01.27 02:35 Successful_Detail521 Martha was an average ___
2022.01.27 02:35 1984ByGeorgeOrwell Worldbuilding practice. Not my best, but I sort of like the ideas. Any critique would be greatly appreciated.
“What is the point of a weapon, if not its use?”
“Deceit. Nothing more. You may pride yourself on a nation of diplomats, but I hope you know yourselves well enough to see that you are a circle of liars.”
The general was wreathed in the ceremonial robe of her kind, a shifting garment that snaked across her shoulders and gathered at the back, rising up on her sharp shoulder blades to cut an imposing figure in the backlit chaos of the Judgment Chamber. Bodies shifted about, screaming formal pleasantries across the chamber aisle in a vapid attempt at politicking as their contemporaries did the same from the other side of the room, exchanging the shallow promises of a sluggish government.
She lowered herself to the floor. Amidst the constant shuffling, there was no one to notice her disappearance into the folds of her garb and the darkness of the stone floor.
The dialogue was to be slow, like everything else in this clockwork nightmare of bribe and ideal.
As he watched the Montus Khat’s broad figure recede into the crush of metal and bodies that constituted the Center Lane, he pushed down the urge to laugh. Her robe of cobalt ribbons swayed in the breeze, and as it curled away into the human machine he allowed himself a grin.
There was a special kind of pleasure to be taken in the frustration of a creature such as her, like pulling the fangs from a snake and watching it snap at anything it can reach in handicapped confusion.
So Wickus Aton permitted himself thirty seconds to stare out at the massive form of Quierari lumbering in the distance with a wan smile on his face.
Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty.
And he turned.
Back to judgment.
“You bring me in as counsel and all you have me do is spew bureaucrat nonsense for seven hours?” he whispered with a tired rage. “I should have been watching Quierari. And Wickard. If anything goes wrong, if they lose contr-”
“If they lose control, it will be on the Circle’s heads. And mine. Besides, Quierari is not our primary concern. It has been operational for months. What you ought to find worrisome is the fact that an unsanctioned visitor from a warmongering state just left our chambers possessed of the opinion that we have created a weapon.”
“And when I could have been explaining that Mephisto is just a tool, you had me dumping obfuscations on her.” “We cannot afford to show our hand. Not with our weapons, and certainly not with our tools.”
“When the war comes, and it will, they’ll cut your hands off and look at our cards themselves.” “You know that won’t happen.” “I can hope.”
“Keep at it, then.”
Khat’s stride across the wide avenue of the Center Lane were taken by a frantic disgust. Every step she took, she felt the shallow bile of a weak society pooling on the tile beneath her feet. Coupled with the unwieldy heft of her robe, twisting about her legs and torso, tight, silken, it was difficult not to slip.
But to slip would be to admit defeat to the gaudy roads of this charlatan land, so she took balance and moved with purpose.
In the distance, that giant of steel and sorcery dominated the horizon, miles away and yet taller than any port or spire that stood but a few feet before her.
The giant did not bother her. It was clumsy, a metal toddler. What had brought it to life did. That cowards’ court would not even reveal its name. The Medium. The Medium, over and over. The Medium is not to be discussed. The Medium is no need for worry. The Medium, which twisted metal to human contortion and brought a husk of gears and armor to life is to be of no concern to you, thank you.
And now she would have to explain her absence to the Imperial Duet with nothing to show for it.
She winced, and the ribbons of her garb seemed to wrap themselves about her throat with glee.
She could not.
The door opened with a casual lethargy and Aasra stooped through the frame, exhausted. He was greeted by Wickard’s ceaseless ticking. As the mechanical man stood to meet his companion Aasra collapsed into a chair, its legs creaking in a manner not unlike the door to their haven.
“How was it?” Wickard chimed. Aasra winced. The harder man’s new voice was tinkling, rhythmic, and far from human. A chorus of simple bells to mimic speech as best a shell of bronze and rune could.
“Terrible. Lies at every turn. Not a word said about our work, not a moment spared to dispense reality. She’s gone, now. I do not expect much other than the worst,” Aasra croaked, as Wickard lowered himself to kneel beside the softer man’s seat. “And there is so much trust. In you. In me. In Mephisto. Quierari is a prototype and the Circle treats it like a deity.”
“Do you regret it?” the bells intoned. Aasra cupped his lover’s face in his palm. “Mephisto? No. I wish I could still hold you, in flesh. Metal does not do you justice. But, no. The alternative is worse.”
“Then we have to move forward.”
Aasra smiled weakly. “Nothing is nobler in my mind than to do so with you.”
“Montus Khat has departed. She used dock twenty-four.”
Wickus Aton sat at his fine desk of shimmering crystal and allowed himself the second, unapproved, indulgent smile of the day. “Great. Let me know if we end up having to receive any other unexpected guests.”
He found it exceptionally hard to smother his expression as he looked up at his assistant. Their expression was strange as he half-grinned at them, waving them away so that he could shuffle his papers in peace.
Moments later, he reached to his side and rang a small bell. His assistant returned. “Send a small detail to dock twenty-four. You know where they’re going, right?”
Another wave, and they once again scurried away. In a moment, he would bring them back. The repetitious pacing of his assistant brought Aton a strange sense of fulfillment. He could fool himself into seeing the beauty of procedure in their nonsensical back-and-forth. He could convince himself that things were getting done.
Through the massive window on the eastern wall, he could see Quierari shuffling about, this way and that way. The movement was soothing.
Things were getting done.
A third unsanctioned smile. That simply wouldn’t do.
He forced it down, and rang the bell once more.
The inside of the swoop seemed to recede in on itself as it cut through the air. Khat’s shoulders brushed up against its windowed walls and she was forced to curl up on herself, lamenting the choice not to travel in her personal craft. Working outside of orders disincentivized indiscretion, but the weight of failure was much, and in hired transport, she would find no relief. Better to bear the usual burden than to let it loose to foreign ears.
She turned her head to the clouds and allowed her mind to wander past the vile bounds of metal and glass that confounded her frame so. Each mass of gentle, woolen spirals pulled from her doubts their form.
A face, the idiotic jeer of that ridiculous man who called himself head of the Circuit, who had nothing but vapor to blow from between his teeth.
A mass of shifting tendrils, curling around her lungs, the unwieldy formality of diplomacy.
A pair of legs, crashing across the horizon with childlike abandon.
And a streak of bronze, slicing through cloud after cloud, its course parallel to Khat’s own. It moved with discipline, never wavering from its path. Straight onwards with imposing precision.
She was being followed.
She had never been so far from the city before. The endless expanse of sky that extended past the cliffside swoop ports was simply patrolled by a periodic guard. Though everyone knew of what lay beyond that fog-stricken void, what she flew through now was far from familiar.
She had found her quarry with ease. A civilian craft could only move so fast. Her own Guard swoop outstripped its gait tenfold. It was simply a matter of keeping hidden.
She laid herself in the path of as many clouds as possible, her vision flashing between the gentle sunlight of the open sky and darkness. Each corpse she left in her wake fell apart in the harsh breeze.
Her eyes she kept trained on Khat’s swoop as it lazily meandered across picturesque cyan and chalk. So long as she was far enough away, she could remain hidden.
Something crashed into the glass, inches from her face. It was reptilian, winged. It croaked, and burst into flames, peeling away from the craft and falling into the fog below. She watched its beacon slash through the mist, landing on a mess of craggy rock.
When she returned her gaze to her prey, the slower swoop was barely thirty feet away. Her eyes met the eyes of its passenger.
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2022.01.27 02:35 egnnoi Link slot potion bonus
So I just recently started playing BBS again and i saw that there are certain characters with a link slot potion bonus. My question is do I need to have them on the field to get the bonus or just in my team because for example Don's HP recovery or the buffs for same attributes/affiliation characters say team/party. Thx for your help :)
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2022.01.27 02:35 GeorgeYDesign Australian Open ball kid program approaches equal gender split
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2022.01.27 02:35 cotton232323 I’m new to Amazon and they have me picking.. is this a good or bad department?
2022.01.27 02:35 thrwwydfg Any tips to ease some pregnancy discomfort. Please!
This is my second pregnancy and I am so grumpy and uncomfortable all the time. I'm 14 weeks and I was hoping the second trimester would bring me some relief but so far it has only gotten rid of the nausea. How did some of you deal with pregnancy discomfort? I'm cranky, exhausted and ache all over. My doctor says its just regular pregnancy stuff and I know these are all possible symptoms but I wish I was one of those moms that just breezes through pregnancy!
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2022.01.27 02:35 Raidenarsora Sad
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2022.01.27 02:35 desheppp Looking for more info on the current Costa Rica Curfew
I will be traveling to Costa Rica in April and am looking for more info on the current curfew/covid restrictions. Assuming they will still be in place come April.
Is uber, taxi, lyft, etc still able to operate during the curfew hours or would you be stuck walking?
Also is there any nightlife to speak of after the 12:00am cut-off? I'm hoping to hear that some businesses choose to remain open after hours or at least there are some beach gatherings after hours.
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2022.01.27 02:35 always_thinking1 Does anyone have any tips for recovering?
I can’t do this anymore. Pretty sure my bulimia is what caused me to have kidney stones and it was the worst experience of my life. I would appreciate any tips please, I can’t continue on living like this. My hair is thinner, I’m always anxious, have the worst mood swings, and just don’t feel like myself at all. All advice is appreciated ♥️
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2022.01.27 02:35 StalinMemes Wait for the XLite v2 or get the Xlite wireless now?
Hey guys! Regarding my first post here, I asked the question which mice you guys would recommend to a relatively large sized „palm gripper“. A mouse everyone mentioned was the Pulsar XLite Wireless and after a bit of research, I decided to go and get one.
On Monday Pulsar notified me, that the Pulsar XLite wireless in Black, which I ordered was no longer in stock and If I would like the white one shipped. As a customer who had the inconvenience of not ordering through amazon (I know, I know) I asked them nicely for a small discount on the white model, because my whole Setup is black. Pulsar didn‘t like this idea and canceled my order.
Now I am wondering if I should wait till late February for the v2 of the mouse, not knowing if I would like it or getting v1 in a color I dont like, or getting another one, which I haven‘t considered yet.
Can anyone help me with this decision or recommend another wireless model for me? Thanks in advance!
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