2025.01.19 16:28 robohunter-786 Does wearing high waisted leggings engage the core more because of high waist and burn more calories during abs workout?
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2025.01.19 16:28 lor887 New message??
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2025.01.19 16:28 No-Blacksmith7795 Frokost date uden børnene
Hey Aarhus, min mand og jeg får børnene (2 og 4 år🌪️) passet på lørdag fra kl 11-15. Hvad skal vi finde på? Første date for 1/2 år siden var vi på restaurant Ghrelin på Århus Ø. Det behøver dog ikke været dyrt denne gang. Måske noget aktivt, sjovt eller helt andet? Tak🙏🏻
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2025.01.19 16:28 Ok-Offer-6693 Trade?
Looking to complete this set submitted by Ok-Offer-6693 to Monopoly_GO [link] [comments] |
2025.01.19 16:28 Happy_Sunsets Appreciate the little victories.
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2025.01.19 16:28 Lubs_19 Elisabeth Allen | Projeto E.L.I.S.E.
Esses desenhos que fiz fazem parte do meu novo projeto de arte dissecada, para que os desenhos sejam feitos e seus traços de inspiração também sejam destacados. *Lore: Elisabeth (com som de SS mesmo), era uma bailarina e acrobata de circo que sofreu um acidente envolvendo um incêncio. Suas pernas foram esmagadas, seu rosto e cabelo queimados, fora seus braços carbonizados. Seu marido, agente secreto da RAINHA (organização governamental contra as márfias), tinha um projeto dd humano cibernético. Onde ele realizou o procedimento nela, salvando sua vida. Agora, ela é uma máquina de combate, espionando e lidando com o crime organizado. [Versão digital tá foda, mas talvez saia] submitted by Lubs_19 to RabiscosBr [link] [comments] |
2025.01.19 16:28 Timpanzee38 Brainstorming Session (Kavrala Corruption Post)
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2025.01.19 16:28 prock1903 She is now giving that MC energy😭 the belief
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2025.01.19 16:28 vortexx187 Battlefield 5 funktioniert nicht
hallo zusammen ich habe mir heute Battlefield 5 mal wieder runtergeladen jedoch funktioniert es nicht meine Playstation 5 erkennt das Spiel zwar und es ist auch zu hören dass sich die CD dreht jedoch startet es nicht woran kann das liegen oder ist die CD verkratzt?
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2025.01.19 16:28 jfetter62 Symptoms returning
Hello, all. I am a 25 cis female who has been taking norethindrone acetate 5mg for 4 years. During that time, I have still ovulated on an irregular basis but I have not had periods. The last 2 cycles I have had breakthrough spotting (brown to dark red) and have noticed a significant increase in the intensity of symptoms and the time it takes for my ovulation and Pre Menstrual Dysphoric Disorder (PMDD) symptoms to go away.
Another complicating factor in this is that I have lost 100 lbs over a year due to the help of GLP-1 medications.
Is it possible that the weight loss made my birth control no longer effective?? What should I do/research in terms of how to cope with this change?
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2025.01.19 16:28 daviemania TikTok ‘Goes Dark’: TikTok App Taken Down in the US Plus How to Regain Access
The TikTok app has been taken down from app stores in the United States, and the application is no longer available for download. Here's how US users can try to regain access to TikTok.
https://mania.africa/tiktok-goes-dark-tiktok-app-taken-down-in-the-us-plus-how-to-regain-access/
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2025.01.19 16:28 overallsarelife There needs to be more police presence
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2025.01.19 16:28 TrackaLackerBot PlayStation 5 DualSense Wireless Controller 30th Anniversary Limited Edition is in stock at Amazon for $79.99 (MSRP)
View current status at https://www.trackalacker.com/products/showcase/ps5-30th-anniversary-dualsense-controller...
As of 01/19/25 11:28 AM EST
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2025.01.19 16:28 Big_Bug3481 Why does bongpal have a ring if she isn't a crew head?
She said to daniel that she's running her own buisness and that she'll be happy if a crew head gets yeeted out so she can join. But she already is working with them? Is the lie detector false? Or they be giving rings to everyone submitted by Big_Bug3481 to lookismcomic [link] [comments] |
2025.01.19 16:28 ShortAngle Editor refuses to take payment for my manuscript, what to do?
I submitted my manuscript a couple of weeks ago and got nothing but radio silence until a letter came earlier today. Editor congratulated me on the most beautiful piece of fiction he’s ever read and he won’t even take payment to edit it. Instead, he wants 32 cents for every copy sold until he makes 50 grand, and then it goes down to 18 cents in perpetuity. He swears it’s going to be the next big blockbuster, and I should start working on spinoff series to sell to D*sney. Pretty sure I’m going to do it, but should I counter down with 27 cents -> 15 cents or is that too greedy?
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2025.01.19 16:28 thatcollegeguy21 PSA: Don't put your friend code here
Put it as the only text here instead for easy copy and pasting on mobile!
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2025.01.19 16:28 idk_who_i_am_6 Who's the frist fictional character on your hear me out cake me:
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2025.01.19 16:28 thedudewith_oneball I don't listen to music, am I crazy
Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy.Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy.Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy.Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy.Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy.Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy.Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy.Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy.Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy.Crazy? I was crazy once. They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A rubber room with rats. And rats make me crazy.
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2025.01.19 16:28 MariusPCMR FiveM Graphics Mod PCMR Xtreme V4.7 Update Preview:
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2025.01.19 16:28 lemkowidmak Philadelphia Eagles @Eagles: RT @LaneJohnson65: Bring em out! 🦅#PaveTheLane #FlyEaglesFly https://t.co/Yx1iPHOBLt
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2025.01.19 16:28 pharesmusic How to get mr fantastic?
I can't play with his character its no where to be found i just have invisible woman submitted by pharesmusic to marvelrivals [link] [comments] |
2025.01.19 16:28 MelanzaniWarrior Winter morning with my Ashby
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2025.01.19 16:28 JDDwastaken Long time no see
Recently got the itch to jump back into an arpg and I’m trying to stave off the desire to buy D4 since it’s considered to be one of the worst by most.
I like PoE, I kinda like PoE2, i liked lost ark save the p2w, I enjoyed last epoch when it launched but once I got to endgame it felt really dry, and the two economy guilds seemed really unpolished.
Has this game measurably improved since launch? Or will I still get to endgame and wonder why I didn’t just play something else instead?
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2025.01.19 16:28 Striking-Mongoose-80 Is he useful?
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2025.01.19 16:28 Safe-Caregiver7561 Depression Nest
They call it a depression nest. What hatches in this nest? What is the egg in this image? Who is breeding?
She built her nest herself, of course. She was lying on her side in her bed, next to her laptop, running a YouTube video, a makeup tutorial. She was lying in a mound of her worn clothes, half-eaten food, books, magazines, and cables. Not only that, but she hadn’t showered in 3 days. In the air lay a chalky and foul stench. Why was she like this? The room was full of clothes, and plants that she bought, most of which were dying now. Between shirts and sweaters, there were magazines, some of which you can take for free, but a large number that she bought, some on psychology, some on philosophy. One within the periphery of her vision asked, “What makes us happy?”. The answer wasn’t in her half-eaten toast hanging over the edge of the plate sitting in her bed. It was from yesterday. In the depths of it, she couldn't eat properly.
She didn't want to do anything, and she was desperately looking for something that would get her out of this. If only she could pull herself together the way others could. Why, why, why was she like this? Who does this to themselves?
She tried her best not to think about how old she was, that her life was just passing her by, while everyone else was making progress. What made her spiral down this time, was an invitation to a baby shower. For her friend S. They hadn’t seen each other in months. News of the pregnancy had reached her, but she didn't message her and didn’t answer any messages that she got from S. The invitation reminded her of the last birthday that S celebrated. Back then she had been unemployed for about one and a half years and people told her that surely she would soon find something. What had been eighteen months now were thirty. Time was fleeting, she herself would be turning thirty soon. Studies unfinished. Accomplished nothing. Thoughts hammered into her mind. The makeup video raged on in front of her, and she closed her eyes, trying to fall asleep. If it only wasn’t ten in the morning and she already slept 12 hours.
Sleep was not an option. Her video droned on with the constant humming in the background. In a move that felt theatrical to herself, she stretched out her arm next to her laptop and took a breath. She hesitated, pulled it back briefly, only a few centimeters, and then stretched it out again to smash the machine off the little table by her bed. The video continued, and the laptop landed on the clothes-covered floor, precisely on a sweater that her mother knit for her. The scream that she let out was guttural, deep, primal. Standing up quickly, her head felt dizzy from how fast it was, she had to hold herself on the bookshelf that was next to her bed and screamed again.
She couldn’t take it anymore, she had to change something about her life, or it would all go to shit. Alone this is impossible. Get therapy, clearly something was wrong with her. Tidy up. Do something about this horrible situation and finally get her life back on track. She put on jeans and pulled in her belly to close them, she would have to start exercising too. Looking around, she had this feeling, kind of the opposite of a déjà vu, where you see things from a new perspective, and it feels like you are in a very familiar place the first time. The walls seemed different, and the trash scattered on the floor felt unfamiliar. Disgusted, she felt her throat tighten, seeing how her room looked, how she had let herself become.
After a deep breath, she took a step towards the door of her room to get out, get something to eat, and leave this shit behind, start repairing. Then she thought for a moment, that she would have to take her phone. What if there was an alert? This was her only possibility. She turned around, took another step towards her bed, and found her phone. Lying on the glossy baby shower invitation card. The motivational framed poster of an egg with some cracks on the side, that he had hung months ago caught her glance, as she tried to look away. Back at her stared her reflection in it, her eyes with deep black shadows underneath, her greasy hair framing her tired face, her white hoodie stained with whatever she had to eat in her bed two days ago.
She could not take this, she could not do it, her knees gave in, and she broke down, attempting to cry, but couldn't. Lying on her side, she turned her head away from the dirty stinking clothes she was lying on—full view again of the make-up tutorial video that was still running.
She closed her eyes for a moment and pulled herself together. The video was interrupted by a loud beeping noise from her phone. “Temperature out of range”. Again. Her mind was concentrated on the spot, even though she felt the pressure of her eyes and got a sense of the stale air in the room. She followed the cables that went into the bottom drawer of her nightstand with her hands, pulled the clothes in front of it away, and opened it.
The glass apparatus that kept the egg at a constant temperature was humming more loudly and showed a temperature of 115°F on the simple LCD Display. Just above the allowed range- the pump was still running though. She checked the drawer above and realized that the temperature control liquid was running low. Opening the liquid compartment released an intense smell of foul eggs, she poured more liquid and pushed the button on her phone to make the noise stop. As if to feel some kind of connection, she put her hand on the glass, just above the egg, and closed her eyes.
Crack.
She heard a crack and backed up. It felt like the earth was opening and hell’s darkness would spill out. She felt the sting in her heart. The hatching of her baby was not due for another 3 weeks. The temperature must have been running high too much. This was what she had been waiting for all this time, but she was not prepared, no one could help her. Another cracking sound, and she saw the shell coming apart in a black rip. Through the inner membrane, a tiny fist pushed out, opened its little fingers, and pierced the thin layer with its sharp claws. The black inner liquid gushed out. She reached out with her hand, to touch the glass again when she heard the terrifying shriek, followed by rapid scratching against the glass.
Crack. Bump.
The nightstand was shaking as the creature freed itself from the egg and threw itself against the glass. It moved so fast, it looked like a wet ball was frantically bouncing around in the glass box. The scratching got more and more violent. Hungry. She knew what was coming now. What she had been hatching would consume her now.
Bump. Bump. Crack.
A circular crack was visible on the glass now. She stood up and thought of how sweet it was to sacrifice yourself for your child. This is what it means to be a mother.
Bump. Crack. Scratching. Bump.
Crack.
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