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2021.12.08 05:40 TeaHC16 He has completely ignored every single bed that we've ever given to him... Until now.

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2021.12.08 05:40 Comfortable_East_904 Plasma Config Saver Question

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2021.12.08 05:40 ace_of_doom Some doom art by zdzisław beksiński

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2021.12.08 05:40 Johnson_the_1st Trotsky, Trostkyists and Anarchism

After seeing a post in support of the EZLN, I am a bit confused as to what relationship modern trotskyists have to anarchism as well as to Trotsky's stance on anarchism, as the zapatistas, as well as f.e. the Rojava, closely resemble the organizational structure precedented by the anarchist Ukrainian Black Army under Nestor Makhno, which was famously betrayed by the Red Army under Trotsky
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2021.12.08 05:40 Local-Chart Hair removal, mental health or vanity?

thanks to traffic light system I can't get laser facial hair removal! Govt are arseholes!
I'm not vaxxed and my granddad was put in jail for a year because he tried to escape from east to west Germany so six months Is nothing! Especially when it's pointed out the mandates and enforcement thereof are unlawful (may or may not be illegal but still unlawful!),
Basically, anyone in Wanaka with an IPL machine, I am happy to put myself as the lawful recipient of treatment therefore I am happy to go to jail for you to avoid the fine, fuck these facist tyrannical fuckwits in the beehive!
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2021.12.08 05:40 ThiccBoi9001 A fantasy trilogy about a war-torn world with multiple side stories.

First story: A boy living in a monastery under harsh conditions is forced to escape after he tries to steal food from the storage with his friends. He's the only one who makes it out, the rest get captured and sent back. I believe the boy is one of two royal descendants, but not 100% sure.
Second story: About other kids, approximately the same age as the boy in the first story, are training to be warriors on an island. There are different specialties like explosives master, giant eagle rider etc. I remember one of the characters's names being Rachel, because it was pretty much the only normal name in the entire book.
I read the book a while ago so my memory of the plot is kinda hazy, hopefully I'm not mixing differrent books' plots on accident.
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2021.12.08 05:40 itskatbug Ellodi and the tropes that could be ruining these stories for us (The Bad Ending of an Otome)

This was originally a rant about how people are reacting to Ellodi's character, but it made me think about why people are so quick to judge her and how they could be ruining the story for themselves.
This all started because I'm having a hard time understanding why so many people hate Ellodi so much.
She hasn't even done anything yet, let alone anything bad. The only conversations we've seen with her weren't negative at all. The first one, she was a little pushy, but she was thankful for Emilia and wanted to show her gratitude. In the second, she apologized for someone elses' behavior, which wasn't her place, but it's because she knew the situation was uncalled for. To me, both interactions showed her as someone who is kind but naïve. She has a habit of inserting herself into situations that don't need her input, but a lot of people do that when they're nervous or uncomfortable because it seems like the best way to get through it quickly.
The only thing she's done aside from that is exist. We don't know how she was introduced into their lives, or what she's experienced so far, or even what she's been doing. Other people are coming to her, taking advantage of her kindness, so it's hard to say that she's suspicious.
Maybe she has bad intentions in some way, but I can't imagine how she could have planned all of this. She was born with a face that strongly resembles someone else, that's her only crime right now. She didn't know Ophelia or her loved ones or anything about their lives. She just showed up in society one day and was forced into this story by people who don't even see her as her own person. They took this girl and made her act as the replacement of someone they lost, and for some reason (again, we don't know any of her motivation yet), she allowed these people to treat her that way.
My guess is that she might have appreciated the attention at first and took it as a compliment before everyone started taking it too far, or maybe she doesn't feel like she has a choice because of her lower status and poorer background. I did see someone say that they were judging her for that (because she was taking advantage of everyone's attention/money) but Emilia was in the exact same position as a kid.
Emilia's parents sold her off and she didn't have any other choice. People viewed her as Ophelia's plaything or shadow. Ellodi was dragged into their lives and was forced to act as a replacement despite what she might think about that. People view her as a doll that looks like Ophelia. They're experiencing different sides of the same coin, so why is it okay when it happens to one character but not another? You could say she might have more control because she's an adult and Emilia was a child, but we don't actually know how much control she really has right now, if any.
Even Emilia doesn't hate Ellodi. She said herself that the girl seemed very nice and pretty. She has the same amount of knowledge that we do because she knows the story, so it's safe to assume that she knows none of this is Ellodi's fault. She feels pity for the situation because she knows how twisted the story and male leads can get.
The only thing Emilia dislikes is that fact that other people are using her to replace Ophelia (which isn't her fault either), and it makes her uncomfortable to see someone in the position that her best friend once held. It's also off-putting for her that their personalities are opposite, but that's another point in Ellodi's favor because we all know that Ophelia could be a cruel person. If she's the opposite, it means that she seems like a sweet pushover, and I'd say that's accurate to what we've seen of her.
The only possible reason I can see anyone having for being suspicious of Ellodi (not even hateful, just suspicious) is the commonly used trope that the original lead is secretly evil. But that has nothing to do with this story at all.
We're used to seeing it, so we might suspect it, but there hasn't been any evidence suggesting that this story will follow that trope. We've seen it enough times that it's almost expected now. But if that's the case, we can all just assume how this and every other story will end because they're all essentially the same recycled concept.
This isn't the most diverse genre, I get that. But that doesn't mean we're literally reading the exact same story over and over again. Each one has different characters, different settings, different motivations, different romances. Sure, a lot of them might be similar, but they all have something unique about them and that's why we keep going through the same premise over and over again. It's fun to see how an author is going to add their own twist to the story. In my opinion, assuming that everything be the same just takes all of the fun out of it.
I think a lot of readers need to take a step back and recognize each story for what it is. In our minds, after bringe-reading for months or even years, everything kind of mashes into one big tale. Our favorites stand out to us, but the rest usually all fade together. That's why people joke about how screwed they'd be if they found themselves isekai'd. We've read so many that we can't keep any of the stories straight. So while I completely understand where the expectation comes from, it's our own fault for not giving each new story a chance to surprise us. Why jump to conclusions and hate on a character who could very well just be a victim that we could relate to?
What I've really loved about The Bad Ending of an Otome is that we get to explore Emilia's grief and the special circumstances around it. She knew from day one that Ophelia was going to die. There was nothing she could do to change that, and she accepted it. While growing up with this girl that she knew wouldn't be around for long, she made the decision to get to know her and bond with her anyway.
She could've just passed it all off as a story and not given a shit about Ophelia because she's just a throw-away character, but she instead made the conscious decision to form such a deep connection and grow to genuinely love her. And that itself says so much about Emilia's character, because I don't know if many people would willingly put themselves through all of the pain and grief of seeing your loved one die if they knew about it in advance. She's such an interesting character to follow and I love seeing how she thinks about everything and putting myself in her shoes to sympathize with her situation.
The thing is, the same could be said about Ellodi. We have the knowledge that this entire story is something she is dragged into. We know that there are so many paths she could take and how horrible some of the endings could be. But she gives us a chance to see how someone would naturally respond to the situation, while Emilia is someone who can make calculated decisions based on what she already knows. Just seeing how the two of them differ is an interesting concept.
Not to mention all of the emotional turmoil that we could explore with her. Imagine how she feels, suddenly being loved by all of these seemingly wonderful people, but knowing that it's only because of how you look. I'm sure she wants them to like her as Ellodi, not as Ophelia 2.0, but she can't make them see who she is as a person because they're all blinded by obsession. If that were me, I would be miserable and resentful. I would probably even be jealous of someone like Emilia, who is drawing the same people in because of how different she is to Ophelia—the exact opposite of what Ellodi is experiencing.
Instead of hating this character who has only been shown to be completely innocent so far, we should be appreciating how the author writes Ellodi and the possible development that we get to see from her in the future. I especially love the contrast between how she's behaving (passively going along with the story as it was written) and how Emilia behaves (actively avoiding the fate that was written for her character), and I'm excited to see how that changes the progression of their story.
By labeling Ellodi as a two-faced character that deserves some kind of horrible punishment, I feel like we would be doing a disservice to not only her character and the author, but to ourselves as well. We're taking away the chance to experience a brand new story for what it is. We're forcing ourselves to re-read the same story because we refuse to expect something different this time around.
We all just need to give these authors a chance to surprise us, even if it's by avoiding small tropes that we've grown so used to, so we can appreciate each story individually.
And who knows? Maybe Ellodi really will be the terrible person that people already view her as. I didn't read spoilers, so I don't know how her character will develop. But by dismissing every other possiblity and assuming that you're going to hate her, I'm afraid that you'll miss the true character that the author wants us to experience, and you won't be able to appreciate the story as much as you could.
Or maybe I'm just too sensitive and want to give writers the benefit of the doubt.
Either way, I hope someone found this interesting. I'd love to hear what you guys think about all of this too. Thank you for reading my rant!
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Improving Confidence - Make your Bed/Clean your space - Wear something you love - Recite your Goals
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2021.12.08 05:40 ti_si_moja_bubica Q: How much do covid-tests by PCR method cost in Moscow area?

By extension: how much does the Sputnik V vaccine cost on average?
Asking because i will be moving to Moscow soon for a couple of months, need to know for insurance. Thank you kindly!
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2021.12.08 05:40 bdinu89 Solana vs. Polygon vs. AVAX vs. Algorand

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2021.12.08 05:40 ecstaticromance I have a beautiful story to tell you all

Hi. Please excuse any typos I may make throughout my telling of this story. It will take me some time to become comfortable with typing again. I have some beautiful story of romance and acceptance to share, and it is something I have not felt in so many years. For you to understand the happiness and love I feel, I need to explain some things that you might find easier to ignore, but I promise you this is all true. I would not lie about such a beautiful feeling that any of you might find someday. Regardless, I know how engrained disbelief is within the ethos of the internet, so I thought this subreddit seems to be the most appropriate. Some of my story is undoubtedly scary to many, but I need a safe space to tell the world who I am, and it seems there is some agreed-upon truth with which you all act along. You all will offer me true opinions rather than accusations of fiction and attempts to simply disturb. Thank you for that. This is a story that, in all my years, has only happened once, and I am grateful you are here to read and understand the ecstatic celebration I am having in the privacy of this post. To start, please allow me to explain how I became what I am, and consequently why this feeling of love is so beautiful to me. I’ve lived quite an odd life, and it began when my days as a young girl were taken in the instance of a single moment.

I do not know the year as I was never told by my father or mother, nor was I educated enough to understand were I told anyway. By the time I had scavenged enough knowledge to understand the passage of time and our cataloging of it, so much of it had passed I have no means to know what year my fate befell my body. Regardless, some year and some day, I was taken away by some woman. It was a clear day, and I played with my brother beneath the pleasantries of a warm sun. I wonder what my brother saw the moment my world shrunk to the confines of some burlap sack or how my mother would have treated the scratches and bruises that grew from out my skin as I was dragged away. Would I have been scolded for playing so far away? Deigned with some worry and words of love? Anyway, the burlap sack carried me towards some dark cave where other boys and girls were tied up against the walls. The lobes of their ears were stretched and pierced to the wall. The woman did this with weights, crying words of apology as I cried along in pain. Once the weights reached a certain depth I was allowed to sit and speak with the other children. They argued, prayed in misremembered verses, and spoke for endless hours on the topic of our entertainment. Though I never directly saw the woman again, for hours every day she would put on this puppet show materialized as shadows from what light could reach its divine hand through the abscess of earth we were trapped within. She voiced characters with an energetic animation, and the shadows she created with exaggerated motions had mastered the form of physical comedy. We began to divide our segments of time into episodes and not in days. For every cartoon and Sesame Street episode I watch with my husband's child today, not one could match the sweet, animated comedy those children and I watched inside that cave.

This all came to an end one day. A person dressed in a full cloak and mask was the first living thing we had seen other than each other in many, many episodes. If I were to guess, I would say it was that same woman again. Who else could have known what to do with us so perfectly? One by one we were untied, unpierced, and carried away. We all cried ceremoniously as each one left, but we would meet each other again, if just for a moment. Once I was carried off, I was sloped on top a sturdy boulder. A cut was made alongside the right of my side until it reached the base of my buttocks. The cloaked person rubbed some grainy lotion into my back, and I fell asleep to the buzzing in my ears and the shifting of my eyes.

I woke up through the sensation of heat on my chest and cold skin beneath my back. I took a breath, but none arrived. My chest rose in anticipation, but it did not panic as it deflated in destitution. I waited for my eyes to acclimate to the sun I felt, yet when I opened my eyelids there was no sight to be had. A thin canvas of skin fell across my chest, and I could figure the shape instantly. It was a hand. Four fingers, and a shorter one by the side. It had no nails. Later on, I would realize this to have been the hand of another child. The hand pushed against me, and I could feel myself compress along with the pile of other children of which I was on top. That child had begun to drag itself from out the pile, and I followed suit. I sorted my limbs from out the pile and dragged my body until I was on top of the ground. I could feel every grain of dirt beneath me and every sharp blade of grass by my side. Once I felt the entirety of my body fall against the earth, I realized I had no depth. I was some flat plane of skin. I could move, and somehow I was conscious, but every object that grew and maintained my body had been removed.

I felt other thin hands and chests drag on top of me as the other children awoke and began their migration. I dragged along with them until we all, either out of intention or simple confusion, separated. After some time, I figured I could move much faster if I laid my arms outwards and parallel to my legs. That way I could drag myself quickly against the earth by pushing forward with my arms then with my legs. After some time of dragging along the blades of grass became much shorter. I was near some house. It felt cold against my skin, and so I assumed it was night. I felt a need to find the house, though at the time I did not understand why. I crawled until I felt some wood, and dragged alongside the wholes until I felt the warm air exiting through the bottom of the door frame. I waited there and soon discovered I had no need to sleep. In fact, I could not sleep.

Eventually, while the air was still cold, the door pushed open, and out of instinct I grabbed at what left the home. I felt the rough fabric of a shoe, and I swung the limb of my other arm around the leg. Suddenly I felt a terrible wack against my body. My grip held fast, however, and soon I had tripped the thing to the ground. As soon as I could feel the entirety of the thing my hollow insides excreted lubricant into myself, and I became incredibly hungry. It was not the same sensation of hunger I could feel before all this, however, it was moreso the encompassing pain one would feel when they must become totally obedient to their own nature. My lips gaped open, and I began to swallow the boy, dragging him into my body. My skin stretched in some places and tightened in others. I began to feel some sensations return, though they were all heavily distorted and would repeatedly disappear. It was all quite disorienting. Once I felt the struggling cease, I was finally able to stand. I strained my head to look to the sky, something I hadn't seen in so long. The sun had just begun to overlook the horizon. I looked back at the door where the boy had left and saw into an empty cabin.

Whatever relief I felt towards the empty cabin fled as I looked over to see a large man running towards me, screaming in some horror I did not understand at the time. I turned and ran as fast I could towards the tall fields. As I ran I would lose my sight, smell, and hearing as the body inside me jostled around. Soon enough the screaming faded, and I was alone. I sat inside the tall grass that stood over me, and I examined my body. Some hours later I figured out how to fit my skin around the boy I had found. I dragged what clothes he was wearing from out my lips, I pulled his penis and testicles so they would fit correctly outside the shapeless hole I had found in the crotch of my skin, and shifted my skin around until it was fit perfectly. I looked the same as I did before the woman had caught me, if not for a different bone structure underneath.

Soon I would learn that I did not necessarily die. Rather, the body inside me would die within 20 years or so. This first body was so young I was able to live with it for 30, and, simply, when the time would come that I became sick and slowly lose my sensations I would know to find another body.

Fast forward a few centuries, and we are where we are now. For the first time in my life, I found someone who, perhaps out of his own derangement, did not make some attempt of murder or betrayal once I told them who I was. Instead, they confessed their love for me again. I was overjoyed at the time, and that ecstasy has yet to have left me.

A few weeks ago, I became sick. I told my husband, and we panicked together wondering how we could find somebody to keep me alive. It had become so much harder than it used to be. Everyone is so well-documented, and when a young, healthy person goes missing they are often not forgotten. We promised each other to search and search, but we could find no one. We were simply biding time. Just the day before writing this, I lost my sight. I cried to my husband, begging him to find someone. He cried along and soon left the house to search. When he came back with no suggestions, I became desperate for some resolve. I wanted so desperately to see my husband’s face again. We cried again together for hours, moaning and wailing as his children watched television downstairs. However, during our weeping I convinced myself of a resolution. I was assured by the despair my husband felt at my passing he would eagerly make a sacrifice to live his life with me, and it would still not make him childless, and it would not leave him alone as my death would have, and we would live a life of love and romance together.

Once he fell asleep, I rose quietly from out the bed, dressed in a robe, and walked out the room. I felt against the walls as I slowly walked towards their bedroom. Soon I found the door, and I pushed slowly against it. I heard the boy say my name in some sleepy confused way. I looked towards him and asked him gently to fall asleep. Soon I heard him snore, and I dragged my arm along the wall and bed frame. It was not difficult to decide which of his children. He's straight, and so the answer was clear. I brushed my hand slowly across her cheek, grateful for her. I lay my body across the foot of her bed and lifted my lips around the head of the body inside me. At this point, it had become some speechless, thoughtless thing. I peeled my skin off its body and waited for my insides to lubricate. I thought of my husband to help me along. I was so excited to see him again, so ecstatic to fall asleep by his side for 30 more years. Once my inside felt warm and wet, I gently wrapped around her. I imagine it was comforting for her, carrying off in her slumber into the warmth of her mother. I did not undress her out of respect for peaceful sleep. Instead, I waited until I could walk to the bathroom and drag the clothes off her the same way I did with that first boy I found. In the bathroom, I could finally see myself again. I wasn’t much shorter, as the body I had found before was awfully short itself, but my face carried a certain youth I was excited to show off. I rushed into our bedroom and gently rocked my husband awake. I looked him deep into his eyes, and he knew instantly I had found somebody to stay alive. He cried tears and kissed me passionately. I asked him to hold me tightly, and we made this deep, spiritual love I had never felt before.

I’m writing this on my laptop as he’s asleep beside me. He hasn't found out yet: I wanted to have a simple moment of love and passion before he discovered the sacrifice he made. I'm sure he will be confused and somewhat sad, but our girl is still with us, and he will know that, and in our love he will be nothing but overjoyed at the sight of my new life and thought of all our years to be had together.
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