2022.01.22 20:54 BasedAkkarin [Mussatto] The Thunder left Charlotte after the game last night, but they didn't get to their hotel in Cleveland until 8 a.m. First, their bus got stuck on icy roads in Charlotte. Daigneault and crew did some pushing. Then their plane was held up for five hours, so they switched planes.
2022.01.22 20:54 TheGuyWhoJustStated A remaster might become real if enough people sign this petition
2022.01.22 20:54 Complete_Read UR2 at Penn today?
2022.01.22 20:54 PermutationMatrix Living in car 3 days?
I am planning on going to a 3 day festival in which there's car camping as they call it. I don't have an RV but a 4 door Sedan in a warm southern climate. What kind of things should I bring that I would wish I had brought that I'll probably forget? I don't need to be prepared to make it like a home, but at least somewhat comfortable for possibly 3 nights.
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2022.01.22 20:54 WarCriminal___ amsterdam admirals logo concept (this is the first time i make something like this have mercy)
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2022.01.22 20:54 FapMyShrooms My first ever fruits! Shoutout to this sub for the knowledge. (Golden Teachers)
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2022.01.22 20:54 Snoopboppy So happy with the bulbasaur community day classic!
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2022.01.22 20:54 Rustyybucket I didn't even realize until I saw the shiny icon...
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2022.01.22 20:54 Dr_Palindrome Where to start with this cenrist melt quack?
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2022.01.22 20:54 yellow9d Requesting r/pokimaneassandtits. Inactive mod.
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2022.01.22 20:54 GoldJerryGold22 I could watch this scene on a loop forever
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2022.01.22 20:54 Narnar__ 3d model help (space marine Goku)
if anyone has a 3d model of space marine Goku I would like to have to print and paint I have checked Thingiverse and its not there so if you have the file let me know
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2022.01.22 20:54 evmed Packers game
2022.01.22 20:54 DramaLlamaMomma This is Artie! I drew him yesterday and thought he might fit in here?
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2022.01.22 20:54 drunkdolphin123 Mouse and Keyboard doesn't work with QEMU guest OS
In Fedora (host OS), when I click the mousepad or press a key, both 'uncapture' and the cursor becomes INVISIBLE. I can recapture it with a keyboard shortcut but the process repeats.
qemu-system-x86_64 -boot d -smp 6 -m 5000 -enable-kvm -hda /Path/to/QEMU/image -cdrom /Path/to/GuestOS/ISO --daemonize
2022.01.22 20:54 DR4K4RIS_ Do you accept cash?
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2022.01.22 20:54 callous-thorn 23 M England, looking for weird friends
Quick list of likes: • Dark serious conversations (murder and the like) • Gaming • Books • Anime • Manga, manhwa and such
I'm pretty much just a very dark nerd.
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2022.01.22 20:54 Particular_Sink1742 Hinata (Fegalvao)
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2022.01.22 20:54 tonelionfx Recommended Bespeco VM18L Expression not working with the Lovetone Pedals
| Hi so I bought the Bespeco VM18L that was originally recommended by the lovetone guys themselves in the 90s as an expression pedal to find out that it simply doesn't work with the expression jacks on my meatball, doppelganger and wobulator clones. I want to attach its schematic below|
In comparison, my old Moog EP2 Expression pedal is working fine except it doesn't have a phase switch, so it is useless (Heel is max / tip is min) Hence why I bought the VM18l with the switch.
I wonder if Bespeco changed their wiring since the 90s.....
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2022.01.22 20:54 crediblewordbank Hey guys just framed out my new deck, which direction should the decking go?
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2022.01.22 20:54 ChivalrousKinkster Bean. Burrito.
2022.01.22 20:54 802Maple Im addicted to these. Made by our neighbors, Canada 🍁
2022.01.22 20:54 Rumil360 [EVENT] The Bull Lugubrious
29 October 1510
The late October winds swirled around the rose-gold locks of Lucrezia Borgia. It was cold in this unfamiliar place, so she donned a felt hood; she should’ve worn her thicker woolen overcoat, but it was still in the carriage. Lombardy would have be beautiful, if not for the hungry hands of starving peasants begging on every corner. Her temperance was too generous for the beggars–she was not made to abide such suffering, but grain was still hard to come by and would be for some time.
The journey from Ferrara had been longer than she anticipated. Along her way, the duchess bore witness to much strife. The mark of years of conflict across Emilia and southern Lombardy was impossible to avoid. Tragedy met her gaze everywhere ahead and it hounded her along the way from behind. Empty fields, burned hamlets, and even roaming bands of gaunt commoners served as macabre reminders of the cost of princely ambition; men like her husband and her brother wrought death with a few words.
There were, however, signs of some recovery. No war had been seen in these central plains of Italy since the Peace of Boggia. Nearly four years of peace did not alleviate the rampant suffering, but at least it stymied the famine’s grip around the neck of the Italian people. She recalled the initial approach to the March of Parma, Cesare’s new land, these past three years. The land was quaint and quiet, so very unlike its new master. However, as boisterous as her brother seems, there had been not a single letter, not a single rumor, not a single word that reached Ferrara’s court since his appointment. Even the birth of the heir to Ferrara-Modena did not spur Cesare’s congratulations for his new nephew. At first, Lucrezia had been livid at her older brother, but as the days passed by, her ire turned to concern. What could be so terribly wrong in Busseto that caused such roaring silence?
As she walked through the Rocca Pallavicino, it was bare. There were no courtesans, there were no painters or lutists. A castle frozen, immoble in the thick sludge of a hushed silence. The few people she could see hurried about wordlessly about their duties, dressed in abnormally drab garb. Her eyes glazed over the checkered eagle of Antonio Maria Pallavicino, who Louis XII deposed in favor of the new marquis. Three years and he had not replaced it with the Borgia bull; something was not right. It was her duty as family and loving sister to discern what plagues him so. She approached the main portal to the residence. With the soft and slow footsteps of grace, Lucrezia approached the door to Cesare’s study. After a deep breath, she knocked.
Little did Lucrezia know what plagued Cesare Borgia was more than his despair.
His ailment had flared up. It burned him. Sweet Charlotte did what she could, but salves did little to save him from suffering. He felt healthy this autumn, thankfully. Maybe it’s improving? But the French disease lingers. He can’t escape it: the curse or the thought of its return. What is worse? The chamber he sat in was full of writings. They provided an escape from this dismal reality. The greatest martials of war of all history at his fingertips. Alexander the Great and Julius Caesar and Hannibal and and and. All triumphant, but not Cesare. He lost. He was no Caesar. The wretched peace of Boggia… It was his bane. In one fell swoop, the Borgia had been purged from Italy. The Marquisate of Parma, and without Parma? Insulting. Busseto and Cortemaggiore were no prize–it was a spear to his head. And to his heart. Louis XII was supposed to be a friend. He is no friend. He is a traitor. He gave up, just when we were ready to strike. The heart of that snake still beats. Not Louis, Pope Della Rovere. He had no allies. Cesare had them all. Siena and Ferrara and Modena and Reggio and all of Romagna. Why did it befall as it did? Where did he go wrong? What does Rodrigo think? Why are the Borgia confined to these petty estates? Where is his heir? Why does that blasted toddler wander? He needs to listen to his father’s orders. Stay inside. No one here is to be trusted. The cities, no, they can’t be called that. The villages did not want a Borgia. They wanted the Pallavicino. This is no place for him. They plot against the family. Against Charlotte and Alexandria and Vanozza and Agostino. And their Duke as well. Duke of Romagna. Duke of Urbino. Duke of Valentinois. But no. Back to the books. Every day the books. Or this same script plays over and over. Peace of Boggia… Julius II… Traitors and assassins and Judas Iscariots creep and creep. They prowl about this castle. One can hear their slinking footsteps in the hallway. It seems as if they’re getting closer. Is Judas here with a kiss? They’re at the door. A knock. Again, a knock. Where’s the sword? The gun? Where’s the gun!? They’re here for me.
A shimmer of light broke into the dark room. In front of the rays of white, a dark silhouette appeared, hooded, slender. A couple steps forward into the dim candlelight, and there was no Judas Iscariot. It was an angelic face, like that of Mother Mary, full of grace. Lucrezia Borgia’s gaze met Cesare’s and her green eyes swept away the fog around his mind.
After a week, Lucrezia prepared to depart back to her home in Ferrara. Her time in Busseto forced her to appreciate all the trappings of the magnificent court in Ferrara. Cesare certainly had been cornered into a peculiar position, and according to him it was the fault of various actors, none of which were him. Every night of her visit, the duchess had stayed awake into the darkest hours of the morning with her brother. They had shared laughs and also wept. They had embraced and also argued about the future of the Borgia family. Cesare had even rambled on about his episodes of paranoia, which he supposedly did not even share with his wife Charlotte. A couple nights they had even stayed up so late and felt so tired that they crashed and shared a bed. But perhaps the most important item shared with one another was news. Word had not spread to each other about the fruits of the two siblings: heirs.
Lucrezia shared the news of Ercole II’s birth in Ferrara and how he had grown so quickly. Likewise, it was for her pleasure to meet Cesare’s young son and new heir, whom he named Nero. A happy boy, his hair was marked with Pollosis, and he grinned a lot. Lucrezia questioned Charlotte about his christening but the mother simply shrugged. Nero was no hero and he was certainly no Christian. Why Cesare would possibly name his firstborn son after a monster was beyond her.
It seemed to Lucrezia that Cesare was in dire need of purpose. He seemed quite depressed and the events of Julius’ conquest of Romagna were brought up in conversation quite often. Much of him seemed stuck in the past. He was, however, alive and well, and she knew that with his downtime there was certainly something he had brewing for the future.
And brew he did.
TLDR: Sorry about my inactivity, I should be back now. Lucrezia makes a visit to Busseto to snap Cesare out of silence (inactivity) and she meets his son and heir, who is named Nero.
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2022.01.22 20:54 DeleteleftistDBs Biden Says Russia Can Invade Ukraine So Long As They Avoid Hunter’s Gas Company
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