2021.10.20 11:11 funkadeliczipper St. Louis County Council Republicans, protesters defy mask requirement in council chambers
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2021.10.20 11:11 lunastwincest Anyone know what to look up to find this card
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2021.10.20 11:11 Efficient-King-6023 What to do?..
2021.10.20 11:11 SpeedingBetaWave Battling with cutting back
I know I’m a high functioning alcoholic. I go to the gym, maintain a diet, get to work early and perform highly.. lots of new hires want to be just like me!
Then I come home and slam more whisky and beer than a stable person should be able to, eat take vitamins sleep and usually repeat. I often battle with the idea of cutting out the drinking.
My best days are ones I don’t drink so why do I continue the process? I wake up going “today is different!” I start the day fine and it’s not like anything has to happen but come 5am (work nights till 730am) I think about drinking. Doesn’t have to be a bad day or anything.
I almost hate being functional. Sometimes I wish there were motivation beyond the “you’re going to have more signs of aging and skin issues when you’re 40” (34 now)
I guess I’m posting this to say I sort of don’t like the cycle. I have a good day at work say good bye to people that respect me, I have a friend that loves me we talk all the time, then I go home and chug cheap beer or pound shots till 10am so I can make sure I’m sober to sleep and have an excellent day!
I think I’m breaking the cycle. I told my friend she has to ask if I’m drinking because I won’t lie. It sounds weird but her asking will stop me because I told her to ask why I felt like it if I said yes and it’s never better than “I don’t know I wanted to drink this cheap ass beer” not like I have a real reason to want to.
I don’t know why I’m posting this I guess for accountability beyond her asking. Here’s to tomorrow being a sober day!
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2021.10.20 11:11 ElloYouCaht The current British attitude to home defence. Wow.
2021.10.20 11:11 Gkamkoff I made my fifth meme today.
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2021.10.20 11:11 upbstock $WISH +7%
2021.10.20 11:11 BlundellMemes77 19[M4F] South Carolina/Online- Looking for a gamer friend and maybe something more.
Hello there! I’ve been feeling awfully lonely as of late and I want to try to start reaching out to people. I’m looking for someone to be a friend to or maybe something more than that. A little about me: -Religious -Gamer (I’m on Xbox) -Into nerd stuff -Really into history -Into art and I like to draw -Awful sense of humor -Not a big social person and not an extrovert for the most part. --Interested in firearms (Especially weird, experimental, ugly, guns like the ones you see on Forgotten Weapons.) -Do not have a job, I’m focusing on school
Description: -Kinda meh looking -5’9-5’10 -Wears glasses -Kinda pudgy (I will finally be allowed to start working out next week though.)
If any of this peaks your interest, DM me here on Reddit. I prefer to talk on Snapchat, Instagram, or Discord rather than Reddit but if you just want to use Reddit that’s fine. Thanks for your time.
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2021.10.20 11:11 retired1SG Anyone ever refinanced their mortgage to Navy Fed
New member here. I have a VA mortgage on my home. I've been in it a little over 7 years and my interest rate is 3.75%. It is with a traditional mortgage company, not NFCU.
I was looking to refi to a lower rate and into a 20 year loan.
I'm not looking to cash out any of my equity. Its worth around 375-400k now and I owe around 185.
Anyone done something like that with Navy Fed? Is that something they even offer?
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2021.10.20 11:11 bzzking Me IRL
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2021.10.20 11:11 1872rincon Morning wood
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2021.10.20 11:11 CakePossible HAHA, well they said it best themselves. (Maybe not $$ cheap, but definitely quality cheap!)
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2021.10.20 11:11 patronising_patronus Newest update out for the Galaxy Watch 4 classic in the US
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2021.10.20 11:11 ambulance-kun This is the only way where 🗿emote is acceptable
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2021.10.20 11:11 punkhairfairy Breeding advice.
I've owned 7 mantises all purchased from a breeder, but I recently caught a male chinese mantis. My friend just found a female european mantis. Knowing that eauropeans are a smaller species is in not possible to get a fertile ooth? I've been hoping all summer to find a female Chinese but had no luck. I was wondering if it's advised to attempt breeding? Do I have no possibility of luck at all?
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2021.10.20 11:11 TrendingBot [TRENDING] /r/antitheistcheesecake - antitheistcheesecake (+766 subscribers today; 76,600% trend score)
2021.10.20 11:11 alveeeeeeeeeeeeeees Recaída de coca
Meu parceiro já teve problemas com coca e voltou recentemente e fiquei sabendo hoje pq me pediu ajuda A frequência que ele está hoje é baixa, 3 pinos na semana. É uma boa tentar substituir por Rita?
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2021.10.20 11:11 Greatestdane36 Number of hours worked per year
Hey, we are reviewing our contract and are negotiating with MGMA numbers with our hospital. We try to keep our pay at a 3 year average of a specified percentile of the MGMA. Is there an average number of hours worked per year that equates to the MGMA compensation listed? Or is there a well known number for the contracted hours to work in a year for EM?
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2021.10.20 11:11 FishermanTales There is an ancient tower in the middle of the North Atlantic (Part 9)
I knew very little about Norse mythology. I grew up in Oklahoma—far from Europe, from Iceland… to be honest, I couldn’t have even told you exactly where Norse mythology originated.
I moved to Florida because of my love for the ocean—something I didn’t get any exposure to in the plains of Oklahoma. I liked the idea of the ocean. My childhood bedroom was decorated with surfing posters and model sailboats, despite not having experience in either surfing or sailing. But I grew up. I started a successful business, and before I knew it, I could afford to live out my dreams.
I met Hannah while taking surfing lessons. We were both novices at the time. I still kind of am but she stuck with it. We hit it off immediately. Similar goals. Similar upbringing. We dated for only five months before we got married.
There’s moments in life where you can feel you’re no longer swimming against the tide and, instead, swimming with it. Effortlessness. Following the natural flow. The love Hannah and I share is not forced—it never will be. We knew this right away.
There was something in me that recognized Hannah when I first met her. Deep in my subconscious. How much lies within us so deeply but is never revealed? Is never strong enough to rise to the surface? Love is different. True love, I mean. It’s powerful. It’ll rise from the depths of your soul, grip your heart, and sing, “we’re home!”
“Baldur, my son,” she said, a weak smile curling the corners of her mouth.
“I… am sorry, I do not know your name,” I apologized.
“I am Frigg—your mother.”
“I don’t remember.”
Her eyes swelled with tears. Her lips trembled. “What name do you go by now?”
“Your eyes are still the same, Nate.”
I stared at the feeble old woman. Time is not what aged her—made her skin sag, her hair lose color, her voice weaken. She was drained. An emptied vessel, once vibrant and strong.
“Yours are too,” I said.
She allowed herself another tired smile. She looked past Loki, whose presence she seemed keen to ignore, and said to Hel, “thank you for allowing him to return.”
Hel did not respond.
“I don’t understand what is going on,” I said to Frigg.
She returned her gaze to me. “You won’t. Not fully. Not without Idunn’s apples.”
“Loki says she’s with the one who awaits.”
Frigg’s eyes narrowed at the mention of Loki. She briefly stole an angry glance at him—her first acknowledgement of his presence. “Do not trust Loki.”
Behind me, Loki snickered. “Oh, Frigg—“
“He is wicked!” Frigg spoke forcefully, while glaring at him. “He tricked your own brother into killing you. You, Baldur, the most beloved of all gods.”
“And look, he’s back,” Loki argued playfully.
Frigg remained silent, fuming with a deep-seated rage she could not release. She waited for it to settle, like stirred sediment sinking back to the bottom. She turned her focus to me. “You being here did not occur by chance.”
“My wife, Hannah, and I found the tower while sailing. We didn’t seek it out.”
“Hannah?” Frigg sounded pleased. “You found each other then.”
“I’m trying to get back to her.”
“Yes. You two are inseparable. She died of a broken heart the first time.”
“Wait, I knew her before? Are you sure?”
Frigg smiled. “I suspect that it is no coincidence that as Baldur you were married to Nanna, and as Nate, you are married to Hannah.”
I couldn’t resist a slight grin. Nanna. I really had known her before, hadn’t I? But what about my name—Nate? It was not similar to Baldur in any way. In fact, my real name was Nathaniel, but I always thought it was too fancy. Too outdated. I preferred ‘Nate.’ Even my parents, who of course chose my name, have always called me ‘Nate.’
“Tell me… have you seen your father?” Asked Frigg.
My Norse knowledge was limited, but I knew that Odin was the father of Thor and Baldur, and I remembered that Thor had said the one-eyed man was his father.
“I have seen Odin, yes.”
“How is he?”
“Better than you, if I’m being honest.”
Frigg coughed out a laugh. “Good.”
I let myself smile with her. When they faded, and a sense of hopelessness began to creep back in, I asked, “what about my parents? My… uh… Nate’s parents?”
Frigg raised her eyebrows, waiting for me to continue.
“Were they Norse gods too?”
Frigg looked past to Hel for the answer. I followed her gaze. As did Loki.
Hel remained silent for a moment and then said, “Hermod pleaded for your release. To bring you back to life, as you were. I told him that all must feel a great sadness and weep for you, if I were to let you return. Hermod did not think it were possible to continue grieving if everyone knew that by doing so, you would live once again. So an agreement was made. You would not return as Baldur, but instead, be born into the world as a human, as would Nanna. And the gods would mourn from then on, with the knowledge that you were no longer a god, and that you would never remember yourself as such.”
It was as if I were both living and dead. A condemnation that I realized was, perhaps, a reflection of the half-decaying goddess herself.
“But what does that have to do with my parents?” I asked.
Hel made a noise that sounded something like a sigh. “They were not gods, but that is not to say that they were not influenced by such.”
“I don’t understand.” And by his expression, neither did Loki.
“Huginn and Muninn. They fly across the Earth as eyes and ears for Odin. And sometimes, they are also messengers.”
Loki let out a frustrated laugh. “Of course! Those stupid ravens.”
Ravens. When I was a child, there were two ravens who showed up outside the house fairly often. They were curious birds. Despite them often being uninterested in the food I’d set out, they’d hang around regardless. Just watching.
“They are thought and memory,” continued Hel. “And it appears that Odin is still able to influence the world outside this tower—as he has done with you. His ravens planted seeds within your being, and that of your parents. For you, a passion which would steer you to this tower—where you can, once again, become a god—and perhaps free the others. For your parents, guidance. To give you opportunities to learn and to grow. To shape you into a man worthy of being a god.” Hel paused and looked at me for a moment. “And they gave them something else as well… a name.”
“That is the name you’ve been given to fit human tradition. One called ‘Nate’ is never just ‘Nate.’ But, to all who know you, that is your name. Perhaps Odin found humor in naming you after the way in which you returned.”
I thought quietly for a moment, unsure quite what Hel meant. It was Frigg who finally uttered the answer. “Reincarnate.”
I was speechless. It was as if my entire life had been designed for this moment. Odin—the one-eyed man in the rowboat—he knew so much more than he’d let on. Imprisoned in the tower, and without me even knowing he existed, he managed to guide me to this very point. He shaped who I am. And as a result, I could become who I once was.
But I had to first find Idunn.
I turned to Loki. “Take me to the bottom.”
His eyebrows flicked upwards and he gave his mischievous grin. “As you wish.”
Suddenly, two stones on either side of the chamber shifted slightly, and water from the ocean outside began to spill into the room.
“What’s going on?” I panicked.
Frigg swiveled nervously to see the two fountains of water filling the camber.
“You must make a decision,” Loki said. “Either go to the bottom and become a god once again… or save your dear mother from drowning. A death she will not return from.”
I looked at Frigg—I could not remember her as my mother, but I knew it in my heart to be true. I had a deep love for her that exceeded both time and space. Not even for Odin did I feel such a bond.
She looked at me, hesitated a moment, and then her jaw settled and her expression became that of acceptance. “Leave me.”
“Frigg—“ I began.
“It is more important that you get to the bottom.”
“I can’t let you drown.” I had only just met this woman but my heart could not bear to leave her.
The water was rising steadily. It was now to her waist and almost to my knees.
“Become like a god again, Nate,” she said, and waved me towards her. She pulled me close and whispered into my ear the one and only thing that could kill Baldur. “If you can avoid it, you cannot be defeated,” she said.
I leaned back and looked into her eyes. I nodded. She smiled, the water now just under her chest.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized.
“You are my son,” she said, and I knew that meant more. The water was to her neck. She steadied herself, and in the blink of an eye, was submerged.
The water lifted Loki and I above her—rising towards the ceiling. Hel stood beneath the water as if it were dry land. She watched as Frigg surrendered herself to death.
I looked to Loki. My hatred for him had grown in the brief time I’d known him to something primal. I wanted to tear his limbs apart. To make him suffer. But I needed him in order to get to the bottom—it was a bitter pill.
“How do we get to the next chamber?” I asked, the water still rising.
“When the water reaches the ceiling, he will let us in.”
I looked upwards. Not much further. “Where’s the entrance?”
Loki did not respond. He simply giggled as the water filled the last bit of space. I took a deep breath and went under. The stones shifted shut. The chamber was entirely full, not a single opening for air. To my right, Loki floated comfortably. Below me, Frigg was chained and lifeless. Hel was like a stone at the bottom—her long hair swaying in the water like thick black smoke.
Then I heard the beckoning whisper of the one who awaits. “Come to me.” It pulsated through my blood and sent a sharp jolt into my head.
He was near.
The floor fell open and we plummeted within the falling water to a dark abyss. A weightlessness accompanied the sinking sensation inside my stomach. Further into darkness. And then impact—submerged into something wet. I recognized it immediately. Thicker than water.
I quickly swam to the surface and sucked in a breath. I could taste metal. Smell the copper odor. The chamber was dark. The rising water had extinguished the flames in the chamber above, which was now an extension of the chamber we were currently in.
I had a flash of panic. My sword! I gripped with my right hand, and then quickly relaxed. I hadn’t let go of it. After everything, I’d forgotten I was holding it.
I did not know where to swim. I could not see anything. Then, as if on cue, hundreds of torches along the walls, lit up. I could now see that this chamber was significantly wider than any of the previous ones. And on the far side of the chamber, there he was.
Upon his throne of blood and bone.
I had reached the bottom.
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2021.10.20 11:11 Dg_Stasko55 Karga Bladee
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2021.10.20 11:11 trevor_bla Regarding the Channel 5 segment.
With peace and love I feel like it’s a disservice to Channel 5 for h3 to be live when Andrew drops his new video and watch it. Maybe they could have shouted it out, then watched it on Friday, otherwise h3 is moving traffic from Channel 5.
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2021.10.20 11:11 pink_solution A song I wrote about autumn / ghosts / insanity, hopefully it captures that spooky October vibe
2021.10.20 11:11 Belligerent_Chocobo When Will Holey Profit Admit He Was Wrong About BTC?
Or will he just once again move the goalposts to the next 'critical inflection point' that he pulls out of his ass?
He's been calling for $10k since the price was at $40k. Hope you haven't been taking his trading advice.
And when will you all stop putting faith in this scam artist's bullshit TA? You know he's a literal scam artist, right?
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2021.10.20 11:11 QuiltMeLikeALlama UK Baby Needs a Type O Kidney Donor, which subreddits are best to connect donors to recipients?
2021.10.20 11:11 -teddosaurus- "nah, I don't have a type"