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2024.11.28 16:39 Kamrat_I De vet va de gjorde

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2024.11.28 16:39 Cha0sengulfsme Why did you have to go

This time last year I told you I wanted to die. You said who doesn’t. I laughed. Then you helped me through it. My stupid brain is at it again, and I’m trying—IM TRYING SO HARD— to keep going, not dwell in my thoughts… it’s not working. Why did you have to die before me.
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2024.11.28 16:39 Puzzleheaded-Earth61 Mother/daughter trip, March, few questions

I'm taking my mother on vacation for a week in March. She is 70 and dealing with a shoulder issue, so I'm looking for advice for some gentle adventures. We both love to snorkel. We will eat about anything and would like to try foods leaning towards Ital (but will definitely try jerk while we're there). We are not big drinkers. And we love local culture and avoid tourist traps. I'm hoping to avoid renting a car and having to deal a lot with making arrangements for transportation. We are kind of nerds and would enjoy a good history tour along with a guided nature experience with people who know a lot and are passionate. We definitely want to snorkel at least three or four times but are not planning to bring our own gear.
I like the idea and theory of an all-inclusive and not having to make a lot of plans and decisions... But it doesn't seem worth it if we are not big drinkers and not interested in generic luxury accommodations.
Based on what I've read so far, we're thinking Negril or maybe Treasure Beach area.
Can you recommend accommodations that are close to restaurants with concierge services who could arrange snorkeling and culture tours, transportation, etc? Bonus points if it's locally owned.
Thanks!
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2024.11.28 16:39 Vegetable-Matter-707 Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Let's lose a zero..🧙‍♂️🪄

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2024.11.28 16:39 secondarystructure Friday Prunus puzzle

Hi, just hoping to pinpoint which phytochemical/s in stone fruit (cherries, apricots, plums and peaches) would be responsible for giving someone a furuncle (so much more fun to say than “boil”) ~24hr after eating it? Person is middle aged and has had this response since childhood. They don’t chew the seed so it’s probably not cyanide-related. Don’t know if it’s worth mentioning that almonds are fine? and weirdly prunes aren’t an issue either, while other preserved stone fruits are (e.g., canned peaches, dried apricots, cherry ripe).
-Does this sound like an intolerance? -Could it be a synergistic effect on hepatic or renal function which packages stubborn molecules for cutaneous excretion (not sure this can happen but it’s possible)? -What about ROS-scavenging? Any breakdown products that need dumping? And they’re chelators too. -There are also phenolic compounds with antimicrobial properties (I only found in vitro studies) that were active against staph; the alleged boil-dweller. Don’t know how it would annoy the staph, or why just the one boil, but you never know.
I tried comparing each relevant compound I came across (narrowed Prunus to cherries, for ease) against other fruits’ content values and couldn’t find anything that it absolutely flogged at. Perhaps it’s a magic combination rather than one heavy lifter.
If anyone has any informed hunches or simply wants to add to my spitball pile: welcome :D
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2024.11.28 16:39 Sharabha-Studio [HORROR] Japan Pavilion

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ctwz9KYA9qM&t=362s
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2024.11.28 16:39 LegallyBlonde2024 Should I get barred on North Carolina?

I was sworn into NY in October and live in NY.
Unfortunately, my health is slowly slowly declining and I need to start looking at transplant centers for transplant evaluation. One of the centers I woukd be looking at is Duke.
I'm trying to figure out if I need to be barred in NC because the process can take over a year. Or am just able to work remotely? My job is hybrid, but I don't know if I'll be able to ask to be remote during this time.
I'm hoping I have to take care for this next year instead of the upcoming year, but now I'm not too sure.
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2024.11.28 16:39 No-Character2290 What is your rant for this year?

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2024.11.28 16:39 LordDunn How is my opening chapter?

So I've been writing for over a decade now (never published) and this novel I'm writing is proving to be quiet difficult. Probably because its quite different from what I normally write (and read). This is the opening chapter to a slow, dark, uncanny novel. I've already written a rough draft, and this is the start of the second draft. I basically want to know if this chapter captures the mood of what I am wanting to write and whether it is enough for you to continue reading. Any critique welcome
There was something wrong with the castle.
Lord Elstan Dara sat atop his horse at the crest of a hill and stared as Castle Myndes breached the morning fog. He had been smiling when he first spotted the dark walls and slender towers and squat keeps, a smile so wide and true that his cheeks burned in the chill, but that smile died for the castle was wrong.
The fog swirled and twisted, and more of the castle came to his eyes. He spotted red, no, not red - crimson and carmine. His eyes squirmed at towers the colour of jutting bone, of a network of maddening walls made of black brick and red, pinkish mortar. A round tall keep, the shade of necrotic, yet blood stained flesh, its towering spires lost in the depths of the sky, dominated the centre of the castle. The place that he had always imagined being empty save for a courtyard of gardens and sculptured hedges. The keep was of no architecture he had ever seen or could even prescribe. The buttress like elements curved upon themselves and the side walls bloomed leaf-shaped struts; all the shade of diluted blood. Some parts of it were gold, but it bared no pattern nor meaning and then he realised it was not gold at all, but yellow. The sort of yellow a man had when his liver died.
His heart clenched as he absorbed more of its features. Its presence emanating that things greater than mere Lords and Ladies, Kings and Queens had once resided within. A site for which something beyond had taken audience and residence so long ago. His body knew what it was now and why such things had been omitted from his family’s tales and papers, but still his mind refused to believe.
Lord Elstan looked away, for he felt if he continued to look, he’d find the urge to tear out his eyes. His hands were shaking. Then for a moment he thought they were not his. Too large and round. His memory tinged with the man he used to be. He rubbed his brow and exiled the thoughts. He ate a pastry and savored the flaking sweetness. But soon that succour was gone, for his mind returned to the castle. He looked down at the horse between his legs and saw that it was none the wiser to its rider’s woe. The castle was wrong. So terribly wrong. He sucked in air and felt its cold hands reach down his throat. Then he looked up and stared.
The fog seemed no longer like it dared to touch the structure sitting upon the high hill ahead. It swarmed grey and white and surrounded all things bar the castle and the line of sight Elstan took. A feeling of shattered of reality came to him and he was sure the only things that existed in the cosmos at this point in time was him and the castle. For a moment, he believed he was dreaming, and that his sleeping form was back upon the isle and this occurrence was nothing more than the fevered lusts of an emancipated man. The idea of that made his heart clench and chest tight and his stomach growl. No. It could not be. For his own sanity’s sake - this must be real. Yet there was no banishing this feeling of the world evaporating around him and the castle. Even his laden breaths came quiet and slow. Even the fog’s swirling march came to an end and all things stood still. But not his mind. Not his thoughts. Not his rampant need to rationalise the thing before him.
Beyond the castle that arose within his family’s ancient home was the true castle he expected to see. The one he had imagined from his father’s and grandsire’s tales and the one he had seen in paintings and papers and maps. It was only marred with this unbidden structure; a tumour unforeseen. Lynn’s Keep arose grey and wide and even from this distance he could make out the minute details of windows and statues and gargoyles that lined its walls. He knew it contained the Pale Throne and the Ancestor Hall. Both things part of the mythic nature of his House, and both things that would play a part in restoring its pride and rightful place in the world. He ignored the fact that the red keep he had seen before dwarfed this one into insignificance and the style of construction made it look primitive and melded by lesser minds.
He moved on and saw a cerulean shard. An elegant tower that rose higher than any other. Any other of the castle that should have been there, not the one that should not have been. It was the Storm Tower. He smiled for he could see its shattered peak and he recalled his grandsire’s tale of a Dara mage that had summoned the lightning and discovered a secret Gate.
Finally, glittering like a jewel, he spotted the Myndes Library. Its roof made entirely of glass. So said that over ten thousand panes were blown and formed just for that roof; looking at it now, he could believe it. Inside laid the knowledge and wisdom of House Dara and the North. Not too long ago it had been a place of pilgrimage for all would-be scholars and learned folk; the Dara’s are known for their ancient texts. So much so that the Old Church had bled themselves to try and see them burned.
But that was a long time ago. Things had changed. The Old Church was gone and House Dara was not what it was. Yet the latter he would see returned to its rightful glory. Regardless of the thing that leeched upon his home.
The feeling of stoppered time and isolation went. He was drenched in sweat; it covered him like second skin. The winter sun speared the fog and washed it aside. Golden light bled from the sky and revealed all of Castle Myndes and Myndes Town beyond. Yet he still felt as if something was missing despite something unexpected being there.
He heard hooves. Many of them. Voices too.
Oh by Turl, she is not going to like this, he thought and a sudden blustering hatred of all things sallied his mind. He imagined snapping his wife’s neck. The vitriol of the image made him choke.
Oh Turl, please forgive me. I am not that man…
He turned his horse and saw the train of his retinue coming along the path that had taken him up the hill. At the fore, unmounted for she was frightened of horses, was his wife. She was brown skinned and darkly haired. She was bone thin and wore a dress completely inadequate for the northern weather, hence the thick cloak that she covered herself with. Her face was twisted. Elstan knew that look.
Pretend…he thought…just fucking pretend.
“That’s not what it looked like in the paintings you showed me…” her voice whined and cracked.
“Salura please…It is called Castle Myndes for a reason.”
She blinked and he knew her well enough that her mind was trying to figure out if she had missed something even though she knew she had not. He did not like to manipulate her like this, but what else was there to do?
“Castle Myndes?” she said it in a whispered word as if she just figured out what it meant. “You mean…you mean…you knew that you were taking us to live in the middle of a Lychen Ruin?”
And there it was. The utterance of something he had been trying to avoid.
A Lychen Ruin. The seat of one of the King’s of Hell. A malign mass within in family’s ancient hold.
Salura did not stop, her voice was swift and fast with an avian shriek, “And this is no mere ruin, Elstan. It is an entire castle…I never knew something like it existed. Whydidyourpaintingsnotshowit!”
Elstan climbed from his mount and landed heavy. He came to his wife and outstretched his arms without touching her, offering an embrace. He knew all too well her disregard for unannounced touching. Her twisted face, softened and her plain features returned. She fell into him.
“I know it is a lot,” he whispered as carriages and carts and servants passed them. “I can only imagine my family did not wish to advertise what their legendary home contained.”
“You did not know.”
It was not a question but it was not accusatory either.
“I did not. But I suspected.” A blatant lie. One he knew she’d believe.
“I don’t understand, Elstan. I just don’t understand…it is so wrong. Why is it still here? There are many Lychen Ruins across the lands, but none so intact as this and so close to people too. Why did your family not tear it down? Why did they build around it?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps they wanted to show what it was that they defeated…”
She pushed him away. Her tolerance for touch dissipated like the earlier fog.
“It is wrong, Elstan. The castle is wrong.”
“What do you mean its wrong!” the all-too-familiar voice of a child, pierced his ears and made him jolt. “What do you mean? What do you mean?”
Elstan spotted Tolek, their six year old son, crouching amidst the snow dappled weeds. He stood up now, hands to his head and thrashed backwards and forwards. He screamed, his eyes bulging and drool rolling down his chin.
“Why is it different! Why! Why! Why!”
Elstan looked away. The festered castle ahead was a greater sight than his youngest son. Salura ran to the boy and Elstan heard the inevitable struggle. Salura screamed for the nanny, and she came clambering forth. Yet Tolek put up a fight; Salura and the nineteen stone nanny were huffing and puffing by time they managed to get Tolek away. Then all things went silent.
The boy will be sedated, he thought, forcing himself to feel calm. Salura will see to it. She will not allow him to ruin my homecoming.
As he returned to his mount, he spotted another figure atop a white mare that stared at the castle from the base of the hill. The figure was milky skinned and more appropriately dressed. His hair hung lose and waved like a blackened banner. For a moment, Elstan thought it was a stranger, an elderly man seeking to join his train, but then he regained control of his addled thoughts and approached the boy.
“Delaren?” Elstan called out when he neared.
His bastard son did not move nor make any gesture as to display his hearing. Elstan blinked and ushered his mount closer. He drew beside the bone-white youth and looked into his gazing, opalescent eyes.
“Delaren?” he said again.
Nothing.
Elstan scratched his beard then reached out and turned his son’s cheek towards him. There was resistance, strong enough Elstan was bound to use substantial force, but it worked. Delaren’s gaze was torn off the castle and the boy jolted and gasped. He blinked a hundred times and rubbed at his temple.
“My lord,” he said, flushed. “I am sorry, I was lost in my own thoughts for a moment.”
“Is it the Gates?” Elstan asked, trying not to allow his eagerness to show.
“I…I am not sure…”
Elstan nodded. His mage-born son was late in opening his Gates. Though mage-borns are more than rare, it was well known that they’d at least have discovered their magic by the age of nine. Delaren was nearing nineteen and there wasn’t a day that went by that Elstan was disappointed that his son, bastard or not, had not found his Gates. But he tried not to let it show. He rubbed the boy’s shoulder and smiled.
“There’s still time. When we are settled in, we shall see what our ancestors had cooked up in that library of theirs’. Perhaps that will shed some light on your struggle.”
Delaren nodded, “I’ll leave no book unopened, my lord…But there is something else.”
“What?”
He gestured at the castle and Elstan lingered before looking.
“What is it I am supposed to see?”
“At the southern wall…not the Lychen one. The true one. There’s a tower.”
Elstan narrowed his eyes. He did a see a tower. He was unsure of how he had not spotted it before. It was tall and made of clean, straight stone. It occupied an area of wall that contained little else. It was not supposed to be there though, yet it was not part of the red tendrils of stone. This tower was new and odd in its own right. Its peak was domed with a raised section of tiles running along its center.
“What in Turl’s name is that?” Elstan said, a heat rushing to his face. “Did Grolath do this?”
“I presume so. But I think its an observatory, my lord,” he was smiling. “I’m not sure yet, but it would greatly help in my learning.”
“He dared to build upon my family’s home?” Elstan said, his fists clenched. “I’ll have it torn down and ground into sand.”
“Father please!”
Elstan breathed in, he face was sweltering. He wiped at it with hand and looked to his son.
“It will help me.”
“This is our family’s home, boy,” Elstan growled the words. “The Dara’s built every part of this castle. Every brick. I’ll not tolerate this defilement.”
“At least keep the equipment then,” his crystal eyes looked so unplaced to be begging, more held within the skull of a sorcerer king. “And rebuild the observatory with Dara hands.”
“I apologise, my son,” Elstan sighed and nodded. “I am vexed easily. This…this homecoming is not going as I expected.”
“You did not expect the Lychen Ruins.”
Elstan shook his head; his son was a good reader of features, “No I did not. Did you?”
“It is unsettling.”
“That is an understatement. I think your stepmother handled it well, considering her temperament. But that is a debt I am doomed to eventually pay,” he rubbed his chin, then narrowed his eyes. “Anyway, you do not seem surprised?”
Delaren shrugged, “I don’t know what I am. I suppose it should not be surprising. House Dara named the castle after the Lych that dominated these lands. That, in itself, is odd. But to leave the old, evil structure, the building that held the true aspect of despair and ruin behind, and then build around it? Was it a message? A showing that the Dara’s helped defend the world from the Lyches? I do not know, but I now know why the Old Church despised the Dara’s though.”
This was the boy, Elstan knew. The inquisitive thinker and he was please that they had come to the same conclusion.
“Our family always had quarrels with the Old Church. This must be another dimension of that,” Elstan said, his stomach starting to growl. “Anyway, the train has gotten ahead of us. Let’s ride and see our home.”
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2024.11.28 16:39 Ok-Apple-1878 Where’s Baxter?

Kinda in a funny way, because she’s been needing to take her meds for a while now, but in all seriousness where’s Baxter at?? Shouldn’t she be taking him on her “well-deserved” holidays?
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2024.11.28 16:39 MinuteLoss3247 BOMB mv/ Vultures AI analysis

Ye’s use of AI in Vultures audio and videos isn’t a celebration of the technology—it’s a conceptual critique of the voyeuristic facade of our digital realties. Post-2013, his work has transcended traditional artistic forms, rejecting linear perspective for holistic, embodied experiences.By using AI, he amplifies its consuming and artificial nature, exposing it as a medium bound to shallow imitations rather than true reality. The medium is the message. This requires a level of distancing as an audience (alienation effect).
AI and VR technology evoke André Bazin’s prophetic “myth of total cinema,” the fantasy of a medium that can perfectly replicate reality. Film/video becomes obsolete by technology in our post-digital world. So Ye magnifies AI’s artifice, creating surreal and hyperreal visuals that feel intentionally fragmented. This forces us to confront the emptiness of digital facades. Like Jean Baudrillard’s simulacrum, Ye’s AI work reveals that these representations are not reality—they are detached illusions, disconnected from the embodied and eternal.
Vultures is deeply rooted in symbolism. The virtual realm represents what is UNCLEAN—temporary, shallow, and destined for destruction, burned by the fire. In contrast, true artistry and humanity, grounded in divine embodiment, are CLEAN and preserved for new creation. The voyeuristic nature of AI and virtual reality, which promises connection while dehumanizing and isolating, is exposed as a hollow replacement. Vultures on feast the dead, where a carcass lies they gather. This is an apocalyptic call to reject the artificial and seek the eternal. “I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.”
Also, Happy Thanksgiving !🦃
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2024.11.28 16:39 soccerorfootie Real wages have only increased about $3 per hour since the early 1970s, per Bloomberg.

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2024.11.28 16:39 alfawhiteo Italian car got frame damage. Y'all think this will be totaled ?

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2024.11.28 16:39 Kriley123 Please remove man

Please remove man Hi can someone please remove the man. My mom passed in April and this is the last photo I have with her. Thanks! Willing to tip $5.
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2024.11.28 16:39 GeXpRo More and more I notice, the world is my reflection

But am I reflecting the world?
When I smile at the mirror, it reflects my smile, but I can't reflect the mirror, for it is only reflecting me.
I'm afraid that I am not reflecting the world, that from my point of view, all is reflecting me, that only I have Free Will. Please tell me I'm wrong. Is the world BUT a reflection?
There is something big I have forgotten... What is all of this? Seems like... All is about me...
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2024.11.28 16:39 Amerikai 37M knee popping noise and general discomfort

Hello, Im a 37M with moderate knee pain, Im generally active in sports and lifestyle with no known history of trauma/ knee issues beyond moderate swelling a year ago from playing sports. It does not hurt running.
The gist is, if the leg is not fully extended for a period of time like sitting for example, 4/10 pain starts in the knee area and when extending the leg the knee makes a popping noise and begins to feel better.
Is this a long term health issue or can I expect life to be like this now? Thank you.
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2024.11.28 16:39 Fantastic_Sound3050 Need help mga witty peeps

NEED HELP
ang research ko ay tungkol sa modular-micro housing para sa informal settlers or low-income families. suggest names for my housing project na witty. 100 gcash na oh. desperate times, desperate measures 😌 laruin niyo na lang ayoko na ng mga padeep tagalog words tas may baybayin font hahaha
so far ang idea ko palang ay LiJUANag sa Dilim ☠️
plsplspls bet ko mga witty names pero yung di gaanong kanal baka di maapprove ng prof ko hahaha thank you!
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2024.11.28 16:39 Unlikely_Concept6885 How do you handle an envious person who is also your superior (someone you have to report to and make phone calls to?/can’t cut off)

I can’t cut this person off because they are the filter I have to go through to get things accomplished in a club I’m in. I heard someone say “gatekeep” everything. This person is always in my business, copies my ideas a lot, tries to throw cheap shots every now and then to knock me down. I used to consider them a friend but they are fake and phony. But I wanted to hear what others think?
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2024.11.28 16:39 rysy0o0 How to stop salivating while singing

For some reason I sometimes start salivating while singing (especially when singing fast). Does anyone know why this is happening?
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2024.11.28 16:39 JustKarma_v6 Edward Skeletrix

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2024.11.28 16:39 Dappz_ I feel like I have the wonder pick system figured out.

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2024.11.28 16:39 YourLocalEthan He wants men’s thighs

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2024.11.28 16:39 Ilev_0 أحتاج تفسير

لاحظت لما انعجب بشخص يصيرون يطلعون لي أشباهه وتصير أشياء غريبة شوي مثل قبل فترة لفتني مظهر شخص ملامحه نادرة وأبدًا متكررة في مجتمعنا ولما طلعت طلبت اوبر ووصلني واحد نسسخة منه حتى نفس الاسم !!! وغيرها أمس أسولف لأختي عن الصفات الشكلية اللي تعجبني بالبنت وقبل شوي شفت وحدة بنفس المواصفات بالحرف الواحد وللعلم لي سنة وزيادة أصادفها لكن اليوم أول مرة تجي تكلمني ! شطحت علي ومدحت شبشبي 😭 بعدها قالت تعالي نتمشى سوى
طيب يا الطيبة لك سنة وزيادة تشوفيني وش الطاري اليوم مستحيل الشبشب ملفت لهدرجة يخوف شوي
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2024.11.28 16:39 Aggravating_Tip_1720 Grim dawn dont start

I ve built a new pc and cannot start grim dawn any more.i have try the most things ppl try out who have the Same Problem.it dont crash it still shows a black screen with the hand cursor. Any tips for Solution? Thx.
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2024.11.28 16:39 PorkPuddingLLC DND Gift Ideas for Christmas Party Game

Every year around Christmas, I host a party for my players and run a game of Jeopardy with questions about our campaign. I have five players, and I prepare seven gifts of varying value and quality (such as a pound of dice, a nice dice bag, or mini dice). Each player gets to choose a gift, starting with the first-place winner and ending with the last-place loser.
Additionally, I include special gifts for first and last place. The first-place prize is usually something like a powerful scroll (e.g., Wish), while the last-place prize is usually a "punishment", like a D20 that rolls all 1s, which gets used periodically throughout the year to poke fun at them for losing.
I’m looking for affordable gift ideas since I’ll also be buying them all individual presents. These prizes don’t need to be super thoughtful, just small things that people could use at the table. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!
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