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2021.10.17 23:40 lauracrochets [WIP] One grandparent down, one more to go. πŸ˜…πŸͺ‘

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2021.10.17 23:40 destinieshorizons Ancient Roots Lemon Kush Genetics 😍

matannuska mist (alaskan thunderf***) x og kush x super lemon haze
Decided to get another live rosin cart of this because it might just be my favorite strain right now. 5% cbg in it too, and I absolutely love og kush and super lemon haze, and have always wanted to try the mantannuska mist, also known by its more fun name! This strain has some celebrity parents and its really nice to see a classic in the program.
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2021.10.17 23:40 Kek-Leon100 Villagers not breeding

Ive set up a small WIP villager farm on my server, and the villagers just stare at the food i throw at them, and then lose interest. Does anyone know why this is and how i can fix it?
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2021.10.17 23:40 leeran8 Fusion strike pre orders booster boxes $129.99 & sealed cases of 6 $749.99, etbs $49.99. Available at pokegram.net use code FACEBOOK at checkout for $5 off. We accept PayPal G&S on our site. If you have any questions feel free to message me thank you.

Fusion strike pre orders booster boxes $129.99 & sealed cases of 6 $749.99, etbs $49.99. Available at pokegram.net use code FACEBOOK at checkout for $5 off. We accept PayPal G&S on our site. If you have any questions feel free to message me thank you.
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2021.10.17 23:40 m2rik Is it worth Investing in land in New Jersey?

Anybody who recently bought land in New Jersey any heads up or any tips on how to analyze any land deal?
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2021.10.17 23:40 theprostripminer My point still stands

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2021.10.17 23:40 AstronautFlashy Actual 4K trailer #2 for The Batman - Makes such a difference

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2021.10.17 23:40 BadBoy6966669666 Which IXXP type would you most want to be?

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2021.10.17 23:40 Bastigonzales Uncharted 2 Among Thieves still looks amazing to this day

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2021.10.17 23:40 Financial_Macaron_21 Do I have a stellium ? And is there something which are shocking or special in my chart ?

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2021.10.17 23:40 manchest_hair_united OK so what now?

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2021.10.17 23:40 BotDefense overview for RosemaryWoods51

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2021.10.17 23:40 ailhchmc Looking for friends! F

Hi!! i’m looking for anyone who wants to play with me, i have game pass and i’m happy to play any game from there as well as any i may own (just ask!) add me Jaxterzx and i will add you back! i’m from the UK
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2021.10.17 23:40 metrion-zinthos Giratina raid 4868 5027 9085 ten spots

Will add the first five then leave to add five more. Thank you!
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2021.10.17 23:40 RoleCode I just take a driver lesson after few years and I always contident when driving on road, but not on a parking

Do I have chance to pass the driving exam? Or I'm just inexperienced on parking?
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2021.10.17 23:40 TheCrazy1InTheRoom Criminal Mastermind

Please help with CMM challenge, must have two people who have already done fleeca preferably
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2021.10.17 23:40 YeyeDumpling (G)I-DLE Discog | Round 6

Soyeon's solos were slaughtered this round, with The Loveless, Beam Beam, Is this bad bitch number going out. The Loveless is actually a really sweet song, pls listen to it!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Hk8qGSoHnA it's so good and the drawings are adorable <3
Vote! SONGS OUT Beam Beam, Is this bad bitch number
The Loveless
Maybe, Scary, You Were My Breath, Weather, Quit, Tung Tung (Empty)
Blow Your Mind
Where is Love
Give Me Your, Last Dance, Light My Fire
What's In Your House, Hear Me, What's Your Name
$$$, Help Me, For You
Luv U, Relay, Jelly
Don't Text Me, Empire, Idle Song
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2021.10.17 23:40 malfane One time, at band camp, we put a purple donut on our.... 100 shares.

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2021.10.17 23:40 chechnya23 How to increase the lifespan of supplements in humid climates?

I live in the tropics. Unfortunately I find many supplements turn into a gooey mess, or even rock hard in a matter of months after opening, particularly herbal based products. I purchased silica packets but they don't seem to do much to prevent this.
Do any of you face the same problem? How did you protect your investment? Supplements are expensive and it's a shame to see them ruined well before their expiration dates.
I've been thinking of purchasing a vacuum sealer and dividing supplements into small batches but I would love to hear any ideas.
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2021.10.17 23:40 mijwood Drama Queens fanart! (stickers/other products)

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2021.10.17 23:40 pragmasolidity Cookie The Dog V2 a handmade Polygon NFT has begun minting! Only 111 in the collection, and has airdrop rewards. Details on cookiethedog.io

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2021.10.17 23:40 crizag β€œThats obviously Dean Malenko!”

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2021.10.17 23:40 CallOfTheDeeps My dad left me in the woods, and this place isn't right--Part 1

Alright. Let me just say for the record, I fucking HATE the woods. Always have. My dad is a real outdoorsman, unfortunately, and I know he wishes that I could be more like him. He put me in boy scouts and everything, tried to teach me to hunt, sent me to martial arts classes to toughen me up...but I'm just not that guy.
I'm not tough, and I'm not durable or outdoorsy. I scream whenever I see a cockroach, and if I see a spider in my room then I'll sleep on the couch for a week. That's just how I am.
So when my dad said that we were gonna spend a week at his remote getaway cabin in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, just for some "father-son bonding" or whatever, I told him I would rather be shot point-blank with one of his numerous hunting rifles.
After some consideration, however, I decided it would probably be good for us; my dad and I have our issues, but he is my dad, after all. He didn't press me on the issue of the trip, either, which made me understand how badly he wanted me to go. He knows how stubborn I am; if he'd insisted, I would dig in and most definitely not go on the trip, and things would escalate between us until someone did something stupid.
So, by just asking me once and then backing off, he basically let me know how important this was to him and how badly he didn't want to screw it up--so, reluctantly, I agreed.
I told him I wanted to bring my wifi router, phone, powerbank, and my laptop too, though; and I wasn't going anywhere without my dog, Peanut.
He agreed, more easily than I had expected. He mostly just seemed relieved I agreed to come at all.
"I know this ain't really your thing, son," he told me. "I just want to give you one last chance to fall in love with nature the way I did when I a boy--you know, before you move off to the big city and all."
I am a recent college grad, and I was planning to take a job in New York; I suppose it made sense that my dad wanted one last chance to reconnect before I left.
So, that's how it all started. My dad, myself, and of course, Peanut--driving out to the boonies in my dad's old pickup, all three of us having very different ideas of what the next week was going to look like.
The trip started out alright--the first day was uneventful. The three of us went hiking in the woods around the cabin, then came back and got ourselves situated with our living quarters for the next week.
The cabin had electricity and running water, and it even had air conditioning...nothing at all like the mud hut I had been expecting. My father proudly informed me that he'd had it upgraded recently, just in case I visited someday.
When I fell asleep that night, with peanut snuggled up next to me on the bed, my last thought was that this might actually not be so bad after all.
God, if only I'd known.
I wish I hadn't gone on this fucking trip.
Anyway. Things started to go wrong as soon as I woke up the next morning.
I got out of bed, careful not to disturb Peanut (who was snoring peacefully, her paws twitching in her sleep), and made my to my dad's room--only to find that he wasn't there.
This wasn't all that unusual, but...he wasn't in the kitchen either. Or the bathroom. "Dad?" I called out.
Nothing. I went outside, wondering if he was on the porch...but nope--nothing. "Uh--dad?"
Then, I noticed something weird. His truck was gone. What the fuck?
The nearest town was over 50 miles away...where would my dad be driving at--I checked my watch--11am? On a Monday?
Maybe there's some supplies we forgot to pick up, I thought. I knew that was bullshit, of course, but what other explanation could there be? My dad wouldn't just vanish for no reason; he would be back. Right?
After somewhat unsuccessfully convincing myself that my dad just had to run a quick errand somewhere, I went back inside and dicked around on my laptop for a while, waiting for him to return.
After three hours, I was getting impatient. Even if my dad drove all the way to town and back, that's 100miles. My dad has never exactly been one for following speed limits--he should have been able to make that drive in well under two hours. Even if he left the second I woke up and spent a full hour gathering supplies in town, he should have been back by now.
After another hour, I knew something was wrong.
After hour 5, I was beginning to panic. What the hell is going on?
I tried to act normal--ate breakfast and lunch, walked through the woods with Peanut and played fetch with some branches, etc..
But nothing could take my mind off the fact that this was not right.
Around 7pm, it was beginning to get dark--so Peanut and I decided to retire for the night.
I tried to think of a plan--but what could I do, really? Try to walk 50 miles to the nearest town?
I sent out some emails to the rest of my family, and to my dad--but I didn't get any replies, and frankly I wasn't even sure the emails were actually sending. I tried calling for help, but my calls refused to go through.
Now, I was really beginning to panic. Reminding myself that this would be the worst time to have a panic attack, I decided to take stock of the situation.
I had enough food and water to last my father and I 8 days, along with dog food for Peanut. If my dad didn't come back, that was over two weeks worth of food for me, and I could split some of it with Peanut once her food ran out.
So, split amongst the two of us, we had maybe eleven days, give or take.
After that--well....let's just hope it doesn't come to that, I thought.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed to life. Excitedly, I grabbed it, hoping for something from my dad--but no. It was a text from an unknown number; I found this odd, considering that literally none of my calls or texts so far had gone through--so how did this one get to me?
Curiously, I opened the text.

Hello, Xyle Hoffman! Congratulations! You are now the Keeper of this cabin!
Before I could process this bizarre message, my phone buzzed again and new texts popped up in quick succession:
By leaving during the Awakening, your father has appointed you the new Keeper! How exciting!
The Keeper(s) must obey the following 15 rules:
Rule 1: If you hear something tapping on the windows, don't look at it. Especially if it's during the day.
Rule 2: Do not let anyone into the cabin, no matter how harmless they seem, even if it is someone you know. If someone breaks in, kill them immediately and re-fortify their point of entry.
Rule 3: If there is a bear directly outside your cabin between the hours of 3pm and 6am, you must set a plate out on the porch within ten minutes of sighting it. The plate should contain fish of some kind, and honey as well if possible.
Rule 4: If you are outside after nightfall and cannot see the moon, return to the cabin as quickly as possible. If you cannot find the cabin--run. If you get inside the cabin and still cannot see the moon--run.
Rule 5: Do not strike a deal with the Lady in White, no matter what she offers.
Rule 6: If the Laughing Monk visits you during the day, he will offer you a plate. You must eat whatever is on it, no matter what it is, and thank him for the meal afterwards. If he visits you after nightfall, check whether the moon is visible. If so, politely tell him you're not hungry at the moment. If the moon is not visible--refer to rule 4.
Rule 7: If the power goes out, remain calm and do not move. They can sense movement, and they can smell fear. The power will come back on in a few minutes.
Rule 8: Do not climb trees, under any circumstances.
Rule 9: Fishing on the pond is allowed if you have permission from the forest.
Rule 10: Do not hunt the bears or tigers.
Rule 11: There are no deer in this forest. If you see one, kill it on sight. It is not a deer.
Rule 12: Do not make loud noises in the forest after nightfall. It upsets the trees.
Rule 13: The Deathless rise on the thirteenth day. Be sure to let the dead rest so that they do not come for you.
Rule 14: Stay away from the waterfall before nightfall.
Rule 15: If the temperature inside the cabin drops significantly below the temperature outside, leave immediately. Do not return until the following morning.
I stared at my phone for a moment, wondering what the fuck was going on. Was this a prank? My dad has never been much of a prankster--he is a very serious man. This just...didn't seem like his style at all. Still--who else could it be?
Unnerved, I decided to reply:
Haha, you really had me going there! Seriously though, where are you? Peanut and I are kinda worried
Immediately, my phone buzzed:
The number you are attempting to reach is unavailable or out of service.
Now I really was confused. Didn't I just get a text from that number? How could it have been discontinued literally a few seconds later?
I put my phone down uneasily, wondering what my next course of action should be.
Someone was obviously fucking with me--but who? And why? None of this made any sense. It was all just so....elaborate.
What was the point?
I sighed, stroking Peanut's fur absent-mindedly. Whatever--I didn't really have time to worry about that right then, and I really wasn't in the mood for these pranks.
A low growl from Peanut jolted me out of my thoughts. Looking down at her curiously, I saw that her head was raised, fixated on the cabin door.
Now, Peanut is not a small dog. She is about 174lbs, with fluffy golden-brown fur and floppy ears. We don't really know what breed she is--my dad and I adopted her as a puppy from a shelter about five years ago.
She is a kind, sweet, and playful dog; she always has been. But when she growls, it's--terrifying. Her hackles raised, her lips pulled back into a snarl exposing her large, razor-sharp teeth--she is quite intimidating.
Peanut didn't growl very often--not like this, anyway. She only did it when there was a serious threat to my safety, or my dad's.
Once, about three years ago, somebody broke into my apartment while I was asleep--Peanut's growling woke me up, and the burglar (who was there trying to steal an old watch my dad had given me--a family heirloom) pulled a gun on me. I was terrified back then--I had no idea what to do. But Peanut seemed to know exactly what to do. She jumped on the man, knocking him backwards, and closed her jaws around his wrist, practically ripping his hand straight off--all before he had a chance to fire a single shot.
That was the first (and only) time I had seen Peanut do anything like that--and I suppose it should have concerned me, but...she saved my life. I trusted Peanut to have my back, and I had learned over the years to always trust her instinct.
So when she started growling at the cabin door, I didn't dismiss it as just being a squirrel or some small animal--I knew she was growling because something was wrong.
"What's going on, girl?" I asked her.
She stood up, her hackles raised and her teeth bared. Her growl increased in volume, and then she began to bark. Her bark was a deep, guttural sound that made my hair stand on edge; if I were on the other side of that door, it would have me running away.
But whoever it was clearly remained undeterred, as was made apparent by the urgent knocking at the door just a few seconds later.
I looked out through the peephole, and saw....my dad.
"Uh--dad?" I called through the door. "You forget your keys or something?"
"Hey, kiddo--yeah, I just had to go into town to get some ammo; I figured we may as well do some hunting while we're out here, you know? But I dropped my keys into a creek while walking back from the car, so..."
Hearing my dad's voice usually calmed Peanut down--but this time, it only seemed to agitate her even more. She growled insistently at the door, staying behind me as though she were afraid.
Something's wrong, I thought. Glancing slightly to the left, I saw that the dirt pathway leading up to the cabin was completely empty--no car in sight.
"Where'd you park?" I asked.
"Uh--the usual spot, you know...just around the corner."
Now I knew he was lying. The spot "just around the corner" was a spot where he specifically said he couldn't park...because the trees on either side of the dirt road were too close together for us to open the doors and get out if we parked there. I frowned--my dad didn't lie very well, normally. But all of this--he said it with such conviction that I almost believed him. Almost.
Still--it was my dad. I had to let him in; he probably had a reason for all this, and I needed answers.
Just as I was about to unlock the door--my dad...changed. Just for an instant--in fact, I would have thought I imagined it, it not for Peanut's constant growling behind me.
For a second, I could have sworn my dad's eyes were...gone. Like I was looking into a pair of empty sockets; and his skin seemed to have cracks running through it, like a porcelain mask that's been shattered and reassembled.
But then, in an instant, he was normal again. "Kid, let me in," he told me.
"I...don't think I can do that," I replied, backing away from the door slowly. "I don't know who you are--but you sure as hell aren't my dad."
For a moment, all was silent, besides Peanut's soft but constant growling. Then I heard a hiss from the other side of the door, and a loud BANG as something slammed into it hard enough to make the whole cabin shake.
"LET. ME. IN." It didn't sound like my dad anymore--whatever was on the other side of that door....it wasn't human. I staggered backwards, dizzy with fear, and promptly tripped over Peanut, who was lying behind me with her head between her paws.
What the fuck is going on?
I stared at the door, frozen in place, sure that it was going to cave in at any second--but it held. Somehow, even as the banging increased in force and volume--it held.
Peanut buried her face in my shirt, shaking slightly--I had never seen her so rattled. Her growls had given way to whimpers, and every bang on the door caused her to yelp in fear.
I stroked her head, trying to keep myself from having a panic attack--and then, as suddenly as it had begun, the banging stopped.
"This isn't over, human." This statement was followed by a loud hissing noise that slowly receded, as though its source was moving away from the cabin.
And with that, all was silent once again.
Immediately, I found myself on the ground, sobbing into Peanut's fur. What the hell was that? It was all I could think in that moment--and right then, I wanted to be anywhere else but here.
Peanut planted big, slobbery kisses on my face, like she was glad I was okay. I wrapped my arms around her in a hug, stroking her fur. "Good girl," I told her.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed--it was a text from an unknown number. The same unknown number that had sent me the prank rules earlier.
Day 1/13.
I frowned--what? Then I saw it, and everything clicked into place.
Rule 2: Do not let anyone into the cabin, no matter how harmless they seem, even if it is someone you know. If someone breaks in, kill them immediately and re-fortify their point of entry.
Had that been a warning? Had the person behind these messages known what was going to happen?
Whoever this was--maybe they weren't pranking me. Maybe...maybe this was their way of helping me.
I tried to reply, but the result was the same--the message never sent.
I checked my watch--it was past midnight. Day 1/13--was that a countdown?
Whatever the hell was going on--I had to figure it out. If it was a countdown, and I really did need to survive 13 days of this--I had to figure something out. There were only 11 days of food for myself and for Peanut, and that was assuming we rationed it sparingly. There was no way to make it stretch to 13 days.
As if reading my mind, Peanut stood up and plodded over to her empty food bowl, pawing it and whining insistently at me.
"Its midnight, girl--you've already eaten," I told her. "I can't feed you any more--that food has to last two weeks."
She grumbled resentfully and flopped down onto the ground next to me, her head between her paws.
I was exhausted--but I decided that if this was my new reality, I had to prepare for it as best I could. So, I read through the rules--I memorized every single one of them.
I fell asleep on the floor that night, my head resting on one of Peanut's huge paws. Her snoring was familiar to me--safe. It was like a lullaby to me, after everything that had happened that day.
I had barely fallen asleep, when I woke to the sound of tapping on one of the windows.
I turned to see what was going on, before remembering:
Rule 1: If you hear something tapping on the windows, don't look at it. Especially if it's during the day.
Well--it wasn't during the day, but I still didn't want to risk it. Just thinking about the person--or thing--that had tried to break in earlier was already going to give me nightmares for years.
I didn't need any more nightmare fuel.
I expected the tapping to escalate into banging--but it didn't. Just a light tap-tap-tap noise, as though a bird was pecking at the window constantly.
It didn't seem malicious. It could have just been rain, really. What would be the harm in just taking a peek outside? It's not like I was going to open the window and let it in, right? Assuming there was anything actually out there to let in. From the noise, it sounded fairly harmless...probably just a tree branch or something. I was psyching myself out over nothing--right?
Besides--Peanut wasn't barking. She hadn't even woken up. That meant it couldn't be that bad, right?
I wasn't sure why, but some part of me just felt like I had to see what was out there--I had to know. It was like a craving--a need--that I couldn't ignore.
I stood up. Tap tap tap.
Just a peek. Tap tap tap.
I'll just barely move the curtain. Tap tap tap.
A tiny peek. Tap tap tap.
What's the worst that could happen? Tap tap tap.
I stepped forward.
There was a low growl from behind me. Peanut.
Peanut--Peanut? Who's that? I just want to see...just a peek...
A bark from behind me, freezing me in my tracks again.
It doesn't want me to see, I thought angrily. It wants to blind me.
I took another step forward.
A whine. Peanut. Whining...Peanut? Peanut--friend. Hurt? Maybe...I shouldn't take a peek--maybe I should help...my friend?
This time, I turned back around to look at Peanut, and immediately whatever hold the tapping had over me seemed to break.
With a start, I realized my hand was clutched around the curtain, just seconds away from pulling it open.
I let go, shaking, and walked back to peanut, who was sitting up and whining at me, her big brown eyes full of concern.
"It's okay girl," I reassured her. "I won't look. I promise. Thanks for saving me--again."
I patted her on the head as she gave me a sleepy lick, lying back down and rolling over to expose her belly. I smiled, giving her a belly rub and scratching behind her ears. "Good girl," I told her.
The tapping had stopped, I realized suddenly. Thank God for that, I thought, as I noticed that I was shaking uncontrollably. This place...this place is doing something to me, I realized.
Twelve more days of this--I wasn't sure I could do it. I had only encountered two of the rules on the list so far, and I was already on the verge of losing my shit completely.
I sobbed into Peanut's fur once again, until her snoring lulled me to sleep.
The next morning, I woke up on the floor--I realized I had never actually gone back to bed the previous night; I had just collapsed next to Peanut after the whole tapping incident.
I got up, made breakfast, took Peanut outside--everything seemed so....normal. I would almost have believed the previous day had all been a dream, if not for the mysterious texts on my phone and the distinct lack of my dad's truck outside.
Now I'm here at the table, eating "breakfast" consisting of eggs and canned pineapple while Peanut has her dog food. I'm posting this in the hope that someone has some advice on what to do.
I'd really appreciate the help; I'm terrified of this place and I have no idea what to do here.
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2021.10.17 23:40 TotallyTupac [ISO] [FS] - Rick Owens hoodies size L-XL, Rick Owens pod shorts or any shorts with inside patches and tags size M (32 waist)

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