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Kim gets a lot of hate, which I think has a lot to do with the writers not knowing what to do with her once her role in Season 1 as a kidnapped teenager was done. What season did you think did Kim the most justice? Even if it's a season where she only appeared in a couple episodes, where did you feel like she fit the best with the rest of the plot?
Personally I think she works best in Season 7's storyline. It makes sense why she's in DC and her run-in with the airport assassins is exciting, plus she saves the day by pulling the laptop out of the burning car. Kim also always works well in emotional scenes with Jack, and Season 7 has a few of those.

I usually play in 5-person-premades on some MOBA, but sometimes there's only 3 of us online at the same time so we play in 3Q. More often than not, even if I got first pick and declare I'm going to jungle, some random teammate who has last pick, pick another jungler. Instead of telling the random teammate to adjust, my party telling me to adjust to support. Some friends even defend the role stealer because I pick tank jungler instead of assassin jungler. I'm not the best jungler, but I'm decent jungler for my current elo. I usually manage to secure most objectives and even starve enemy jungler even more during late game. When I have bad games, usually other lanes are doing bad too so it's not like I'm the only burden. I wouldn't be mad if the random has earlier pick, I can play support or solo laner. But I'm tired of my friends telling me to be selfless and adjust to support. I know this is stupid and petty, I just wanna rant about it. I don't wanna be asshole and go on 0/20 speed run but ngl the temptation is there 😭
Oh, another thing is I'm so fucking tired with my friends making snide comments about my main. I know it's a joke but there's few times I almost snap at them for it 😬

I just want to make this clear before you read my post, this post is 100% just a rant. Advice would be appreciated but everything I am about to talk about happened many years ago so it won’t really effect me much today. I’m not sure if this had anything to do with the fact that I am autistic or not, but I personally, have always struggled with making and keeping friendships. I found it especially hard in high school. For a bit of background, I had the same set of friends all throughout primary school, the only problem was that all my friends were boys and I was going to an all girls high school. When the first day of high school came, I was left stood outside the school gates, not knowing a single person there, while all my best friends for the past seven years of my life were all going to the same school together and it was at that school on the first day, that they decided to cut me out of our friendship group entirely. I still don’t know why they did this, all I know is that when I got back home from my first day of high school, all of their numbers had blocked me and I haven’t spoken to them since. When I got into my school, I was directed to the hall, where we all had to sit in circles with our form groups. I was pretty late getting into school so when I got in there were only two spots left. They were right next to each other so I picked one and sat down. A minute or two later, the last person in my new from came in and sat next to me. We will call them K. They were the only person left on the list so when they arrived, the greeting assembly began. At the end of the assembly our new headmistress told us to turn to the person next to us and find out 3 interesting facts about them. Me and K looked at each other and immediately hit it off. We were best friends in no time. I even remember the 3 facts we said to each other and just about every conversation we had that day as if it was yesterday. After about 3-4 weeks of term, I caught a really bad case of the flew and had to stay off school for a week. When I got back, on my first day I was pulled out of form time by my head of year and told that there was a girl in my class (R) who was really struggling to make friends because she had ( self diagnosed) selective mutism, turret’s, autism, OCD, ADHD, dyslexia, anxiety and a whole host of other disorders. My head of year told me that while I was gone she had told K to try and befriend R and that she had changed the seating plans in all our lessons so that K and R were sat together but I was left all on my own. Before she sent me back to form I was told that is I wanted to continue being friends with K that I would have to make every effort to make R feel welcome. I was a bit angry with my head of year for springing this on me so suddenly but I decided to do as she said and try to be friends with R. It only took me about a week to realise that would not be an easy task. For the first month, R didn’t say a word to me. I tried so hard to include them and make them feel like they belonged but it was no use. R had clearly decided long before even meeting me that I was their enemy. About two month in, I though things would get better as time went along, but in reality it only got worse. They would physically beat me up before school every day, and once we got into school they would constantly be calling me names, shouting at me, and blaming me for just about everything that ever went wrong in their life. I also learned that all their disorders were fake. The only one that R actually suffered from was Anxiety. All the others were fake so that R didn’t have to participate as much in lessons. I hated every second of being friends with R. I told my head of year what was happening and she arranged a meeting with me her and my mother to discuss it. When I got into the meeting, it was basically my teacher going on a 20 minute rant about how in her words “ R had a tough time in primary school, and now that R is friends with K they are finally happy. It would be very selfish of you to take that away from R so if you feel that you absolutely must stay friends with K then you can at least give R the benefit of the doubt and cut them some slack. Personally though, I don’t understand why you can’t just go find some new friends and let R be happy for once. If I were you I would just never talk to K again and go be friends with someone else. It’s not that hard to make a different friend.” By the end of the meeting I knew that my teachers weren’t going to help me so I decided to keep trying to get on R’s good side. I was in a theatre group at the time and we were about to put on a big production that I was really exited for. I was constantly talking about it to R and K for about a week straight and they bother said that they had tickets and were coming to see me perform. However, when the big day finally rolled around, K was in the front row with their whole extended family cheating me on, but R was nowhere to be seen. It was my birthday a few days later and my mother decided to take me, K and R out for a birthday meal. While we were at the restaurant, my mother got a notification on their phone. It was my drama teacher telling my mother that our play had been featured in an arrival in our local newspaper. My mother then showed me K and R the pictures and R immediately got very angry with me. For the rest of the day they didn’t eat or drink anything, they didn’t talk to anyone and they just stood there and stared at the ground. We went to bed and when I woke up the next day to R screaming at me and calling me the worst friend in the world and saying that I was favouring K over them and saying that I had hated them and been nothing but hostile to them since the second we met. This obviously hurt my feelings a lot and being only 11 and autistic, I didn’t handle it very well. I ran out into the back garden crying. I watched as my mother made K and R lunch and watched as R told my mother that “ I just started shouting at them for no reason and that I was being really mean for no reason” My mother apologised for my “ bad behaviour” and served K and R my favourite meal. After a while my mother came outside to shout at me for being a bad friend to R, but when I told my mother what really happened she finally believed me. She sent R and K home and apologised for not doing anything sooner. When I went back to school on Monday, R went off on me. Apparently, R had heard me tell my mother about all the horrible things that R had been doing to me and told me never to talk to them or K ever again. This post is getting really long already and I’m barely even half way through, so I’ll end it here and if it gets a lot of attention and you want an update, I’ll post it but until then, good bye and thanks for watching.

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Core question: I'm running an older laptop now. My audio guy suggests a Mac Mini for its reliability. I've heard running your Core on a Rock but the Roon directions sounded pretty technical. Someone said just run it on your NAS. Sir, I don't have or know what a NAS is. I'm leaning Mac Mini even though it's an upfront cost.
I haven't burned a CD in years, I've streamed for years now. What's my best option for burning CDs lossless now? Should I store that music on a separate "NAS" as the cool guys say or is it more reliable on the Mac? I don't plan to have a huge collection, just stuff that is not on streaming services.
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Well I'm pretty sure ya'll are pretty confused as to what I mean by this post, as it is very obvious that Lineman will get stronger due to his training but I think that we are not prepared to see how strong he actually can get. Why do I think that way? It's because of the above image.
So let me explain, Kuroda Ryuhei is not an ordinary fighter, for him fighting is more like a way of life for him than an activity just like gun.
Due to his immense fighting experience I believe him to be a great judge for power so I think that in that image above, he actually saw a great potential in lineman but didn't know that he didn't awaken it yet so was shocked that he got taken down so easily.
Now to be strong to enough to be acknowledged by Ryuhei means that he will be very strong but can we place a finger to pin point how strong will he really be? Well, I have a theory, I think he will be as strong as current Jake. I know ya'll are thinking that it is too strong for him and stuff but to be completely honest, Jake is the weakest crew head, I don't care what the diehard fans say(i can fight them on that). The only factor in which he can beat the others is his combat iq which is very good. So Jake will have to get very strong to protect Big Deal which he will by training and genes and Jerry will also get a power up to be a sword good enough for the son of Gapryong Kim. But current Jake is still very strong for an executive so I think this is a perfect power level for someone who is a major fighter in big deal but not close to number 2. So that's why I think Lineman can be as strong as that.
If you reached till here, thank you for reading my post.

Hello. I’m a 25 year old woman who is due to get married soon. I feel really behind my peers as many have graduated and obtained amazing degrees & jobs. I don’t have a degree or any qualifications but I managed to work a lot in those years I did not attend uni.
I find it difficult to find an interest I’m truly passionate about. I used to work in human medicine and I disliked it. I then worked as a veterinary hospital and I loved it, until on my first day an animal coded and I started bawling. I couldn’t go back and work because it made me sad.
My family (and their family) agrees it’s best for me to be a SAH housewife and look after my children in due time. However I still want to contribute and help my husband. I was thinking about pursuing tech certifications and courses and working a minimal WFH job. I’m just so anxious and flip-floppy all the time.
Since I have some saved up, I was wondering what I should do with this money? Keep in mind I do not work AT ALL anymore.
I have 85k saved up in two different banks. I have around 15k in investing and I also had an inheritance of around 300k passed down to me that is currently protected. I have no debt whatsoever. House is paid off. Car is paid off. Only small bills.
My husband will be making good money too.
Should I put my money in some kind of savings account? I am not financially literate at all. I want to somehow make passive income but… I don’t even know where to start. Like I said I feel so behind because there are people who graduated and make the amount I’ve saved up over several years in like a year. 😭

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I don't really know where to start either, so I guess I'll start by saying I am a survivor.
Through no one's fault that lived in the house I grew up in, our childhood was very difficult. It was chaotic, turbulent, and often we had no running water. Our Parents split up when I was very young and there were periods of time where my father was simply not in the picture and my mother was more often than not in her room, so my siblings and I mostly managed that time on our own. When my mother pulled herself together and managed to raise us mostly alone, she attended college and earned her degree, becoming a special education teacher. As you can imagine, raising 4 kids on a teacher's salary, one with with severe disabilities, was incredibly hard for her to do. While my father did pay child support, he didn't make anywhere near enough to really help and his contributions was hardly enough to buy food for a month. Although I'm incredibly proud of my mother for working so hard to earn her degree, it was simultaneously the best and worse thing that could have happened to us. We had been receiving help from our state for my special needs sibling, and with her new job, we lost all the aid we had been getting for him and insurance refused to cover anything we had for him before the change. Things went downhill the years that followed and without going too deep into the details, cps was involved as the situation was becoming too dangerous for us all and my sibling was taken as a ward of the state. My father at that point has cleaned himself up and had been much more involved in our lives, but very early into my teen years he had to move away from us to find more work, and my relationship with my mother had become sour due to our resentments toward each other, so by the time I'd met him, I was desperate for any amount of love or attention.
I met him in while in a dark period of my life, my high school sweetheart, my ex-husband, he was my rock. I felt like he was the only person that held any interest in me, that would talk to me and listen to what I had to say, and he always knew how to make me feel better. But things didn't seem right to me, he would often talk badly of my family, but I was so angry and hurt at the time, I'm sure I didn't paint them in the best light so I didn't think anything of it. He would want me to do things with him, even when I was uncomfortable or tried to refuse, but I'd always give in eventually because I was afraid to lose him. He'd make comments about my body and make me feel like I was unworthy because of my body hair and my shape and I thought I was ugly. He'd broken up with me at one point without any explanation and only tried to date me again after I'd started dating someone else. When we did get back together, I tried even harder to keep him, and that's when I should have known what was actually happening. His comments came up more, he was more aggressive about what he wanted, and while at that point he had never hit me, he made me sleep with him when I said I couldn't do that/didn't want to. But I stayed because I didn't think anyone else loved me and I didn't know that what he was doing was wrong. My parents and I never talked about that kind of thing and my parents were single for most of my life up up until that point, and I didn't have step parents until I was in my late teens, so I didn't know that my experience was not normal in a healthy relationship.
As we grew older and graduated from high school I discovered that he had tried dating a girl I was close with and she warned me what he said and did so I broke up with him and started college on my own, only to learn we had the same psychology class and he pulled me back in. I wasn't doing well in school and tensions between my mother and I had only gotten worse, so when his parents offered for me to move in with them, I jumped at the opportunity. The only rule being I had to go to school or at least be working, which I followed, but at that point he had quit school and was constantly either quitting jobs or just stopped going altogether, and started volunteering at a VFD, so I felt obligated to earn an income for us in order to stay so I quit school and stated working. I was never allowed to see our bank details, I was never given the login nor would he let me see the account so I never knew where the money was going, but I didn't complain because I had food, running water, clothes, and a roof over my head and that was enough for me. I know that it paid for the car insurance for his vehicle, and an awful lot of subway, but I don't know what else he spent the money on. Eventually I needed dental care, which my family and I had not been able to get much of, and he needed access to mental health services and my income was not enough to cover either of those so I married him and I joined the military as I felt I didn't have any other options. He was ecstatic, but my family took the news hard and it only caused more discourse.
After joining, things did not improve. I remember finishing up bootcamp and being so excited with how much money I would be earning, I thought we'd never have to worry about it again, and I was so happy to be able to provide for him in ways that I had not been able to before. I would be earning a free education, getting health care, and eventually maybe I could raise a family like I always wanted, but felt was out of reach for me. It was only after I graduated that I learned he spent everything. He only returned some items he had bought because one of my siblings found out and made him give some back. After the graduation he wanted to move to where I was training for my job, so he drove up with all our things and stayed in a hotel room close to base. As you can imagine, that was also very expensive. We eventually got housing, but we had almost nothing when we moved in. He got a job on base and would watch all the women as they did PT, would drink every night at home, and things only got more turbulent the longer we lived on our own. Eventually he quit his job and would drink all day and get upset with me when I'd come home from work because I was too tired to do much and I was struggling to keep up in training so I was studying late at the school house almost everyday.
Eventually our relationship broke down after I had made a horrifying discovery, something so terrible that I couldn't even look past it. At that point I had made up my mind that the marriage was over, I couldn't be with him anymore, and I left to stay with a friend for a few days. During this time I had made a terrible mistake and cheated on my ex-husband. Not because I wanted revenge, but because I wanted someone to care about me, even if it was for the wrong reasons, but it only solidified my decision. After building up the courage to go home and tell him everything, the cheating, that what he was doing was wrong, and that I couldn't take it anymore and that I wanted a divorce. I didn't even get a chance to tell him before he told me if I ever left him like that or ever tried to end the relationship he 'would be upstairs with a gun in his mouth'. He had never threated himself or others before this so I believed him and I ended up staying and keeping everything a secret out of fear of what he would do. I took apart the gun he bought with the money I had earned and hid them in different parts of the house to keep him from killing himself and I told him he needed to stop drinking, seek therapy, and either get a job or work on school/trade school, and I would seek therapy for myself. I asked for marriage counseling, but he refused and said he'd do therapy on his own. He only went to a few sessions before quitting. I went to receive services on base for my marital issues and as I started talking to a counselor, she made it very clear to me that what he was doing was abuse and she would not allow me to leave the building unless I filed some kind of report on him, and me not clearly understanding how reporting worked in the military entirely, panicked and filled a closed report on him so at least there was a paper trail. I never went back because I was in denial about the abuse and I did not think I was a victim, if anything I felt as guilty as him.
As my career progressed, things did settle down for awhile. I had finished up school and at that point we had moved to my first duty station, he was still drinking, but not as often and did start working again part time and I had started becoming more relaxed. I met the division I would be working with and I loved them all. They were the first real experience I had ever had with stability and it was something I needed. I became more of a workaholic, volunteering to stay later to accomplish more tasks as we were shorthanded and I wanted to be more helpful to the division. Things had been going well for the most part, but I was still deep in denial about things he was doing. He had taken out credit cards without telling me and even took one out in my name without me knowing, I only found out after they called me to apologize for the card being late and that it was on the way. I was so shocked I didn't correct her and he maxed out all the cards. I still had no access to the account, but at this point I could text the bank to get the balance, but still didn't know where the money was going. He started to be more aggressive about intimacy and demanding more and more of me, and there were times where I'd wake up to him touching me or he would just wake me up for sex so I wasn't able to sleep much and I was tired all the time. I didn't say anything or try to stop him anymore because I felt like I deserved it for what I had done, and it was easier to give him what he wanted than to try to fight him or make him stop. I was afraid of what would happen if I ever said no.
After this point in time, we finally had an idea of when I was to be deployed and things began to ramp up. I was away from home more often, but it was still several months away from deployment and with the holidays coming up, we decided to go big that year and make thanksgiving dinner. A few days after thanksgiving, I wasn't feeling well and was experiencing abdominal pain, but with my PCOS symptoms I just figured my cycle was coming and was hitting me harder than usual, but he recognized that something was wrong and made me go to the hospital and I had emergency surgery for my appendix. I remember him wanting to take a picture of my stomach because 'I would never look the same again', all I could think about before that was how scared I was of the surgery and how long it would take for me to go back to work, but after that it made me feel even more ugly as it was one of the only things he ever really said he liked about me and I felt vain for worrying about the scars. The surgery didn't go as planned, and instead of the small incisions I was told I would have, I woke up to a massive scar right down the center on my abdomen. My appendix had been too close to bursting and they had to make a larger opening to remove it, and all I could remember was the blinding pain as they wheeled me back to my room where I was left alone with him. I did not receive any pain medication for several hours after and it was the worst pain I'd ever experienced in my life. When they finally did give me something, it wasn't enough and I was put on Dilaudid to manage my pain. The second night of my week long stay, my husband was lying in bed with me and asked me for sex. I was in so much pain, all I could think about was how horrible I felt, and I said no to him for the first time in nearly two years. That I needed to get better first and I didn't think I could handle it with the pain I was in, but he kept touching me and begging, saying the Dilaudid would keep me from being in too much pain and I felt so scared that I said yes because every time before I had said no he took what he wanted anyway and I was afraid that he would hurt me. All I can remember doing was looking out the window and the night, watching the cars drive away on the the highway and the cars leaving the parking lot and as he pulled up my gown, and I pushed the button for more medicine, but it wasn't enough to stop the pain. I remember the visitors I had after, I remember my division getting me flowers and a get well soon card with so many kind words that I kept all this time and all I could do was push the button for more medicine, but it still hurt so much. I had to walk after and every day to keep clots from forming and to start recovering, but my pain never diminished and I was discharged from the hospital.
In the months that followed my pain changed and seemed like it was spreading, but it never stopped hurting, sometimes it wouldn't be so bad, but others were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. He was still asking for sex and other favors, but with less frequency as he seemed more frustrated that I couldn't preform. Every time I had to, I was in so much pain I could not function at home or at work and it affected me very deeply. We tried getting help for my pain and to try and figure out what was going on, but all the doctors I saw accused me of drug seeking behaviors and wouldn't offer me any help or send me to someone who could help me. It got so bad that I started begging them for help and begging them not to give me anything until we knew what was wrong, all the while deployment was fast approaching and I was afraid that I would either miss the deployment, or that I would go, but still not know what was wrong and drag my division down. I became very depressed and started drinking as we made more appointments. I remember the 3rd or 4th time they sent me to gyno for my issues I had become so frustrated and angry that I laid everything out with the doctor, every single little thing I could think of I told them (all with the exception of my ex husbands treatment) and she didn't ask me any questions, she didn't ask me about the details of my many symptoms at this point, or try to understand how I was feeling. She instead asked me how my relationship was with my father was. All the while he was sitting in the room with us, the real cause to all my pain in aguish, just casually listening in, waiting to complain how I wasn't having enough sex with him as he did in most of the appointments and I became enraged. I defended my father, and I put my uniform back on and said I'd like to speak with another doctor and asked her directly how to file a report, not against my ex, but her for saying something so horrible about my Dad, the only man in my life I loved more than any other in the world. After I left I called to make another appointment as I couldn't see anyone else that day.
When I was finally sent to pain management, deployment was two months away and I was terrified. I wanted to go so badly because it meant I could get away from him, I could finally leave him and he would never be able to reach me so long as I was on the ship and safe with my division, but nothing worked out the way I had hoped for. I was told it was Fibromyalgia. That this condition was life long and there was no cure, that I'd not only be removed from the ship, but that I'd have to leave the military all together. I was devastated, and the little patience he did give me while we tried to get a diagnosis quickly disappeared. I was put on several different medications to manage my symptoms, but he continued to make me have sex, even when we were told not to so I could have a chance to let my body recover, and things got worse the more I pushed back. The medication was meant to help me sleep because my pain could be better managed if I slept better, but he would wake me up at night and hurt me, and it never stopped. One night, when I was on Ambien, I had gone to bed and I remember falling asleep next to him, but I woke up to him on top of me, inside me, it hurt so much and I was in so much pain and it was so dark I didn't recognize him. I tired to fight him off me, but the medicine was so strong I couldn't stop him and he pinned my arms down. I couldn't stop crying and he finally stopped. I can't remember if he finished or not because I fell back asleep crying and flaring up. He continued this kind of behavior for the months that followed and although he never went that far again, he did continue to make me have sex and continued to hurt me in my sleep to the point of waking me up, claiming he loved me too much to stop. I didn't feel safe enough to take Ambein anymore and eventually stopped it all together, I didn't sleep for 4 days after that. All of this was happening as I was removed from the ship and placed on limited duty orders to await my medical board, placed in therapy, physical therapy, and many other appointments and medication changes to try to get my symptoms under control, but things became harder for me to manage and my drinking only got worse. When I finally escaped him, with the help of my now husband, I stopped all treatments and medications to manage my symptoms. To this day I cannot bring myself to be in a hospital, doctor's office, or take anything other than the things I took as a teen because I know how they work and that I can defend myself when I take them.
I can't bring myself to write anymore tonight, but there were so many things that happened that it's too much for me to write it all down and while I know he did many terrible things, I also was not innocent and I broke my vows. I will never defend myself for cheating, I know it was wrong and to this day I punish myself for it, but I do not regret finally learning that sex was not something you take from someone you love, that it was not something that is forced on you, it's not supposed to hurt you. Rape is not a consequence for cheating, you might destroy your marriage, you might end a relationship or somehow work it all out and stay together, but you do not deserve to go through that even when you make such a terrible mistake. If they can do so many awful things and you stay with them, forgive them, and still try to make it work, why give them so much grace and not give yourself even the smallest amount? You are a human being who is deserving of love and dignity, you do not deserve abuse. If anyone reads this please know that if you feel alone, if you're in this situation still, know that I love you and that when you are free, things will get so much better for you I promise. You are worthy of love and your deserve better.

Well the title says it all. Today marks 1,000 days without alcohol. I cannot begin to describe the clarity, level headedness, and positivity I’ve felt over the past 2+ years. 1,001 days ago I would’ve thought it’s nuts to not drink for a week, let alone a whole bunch of em. I’ve become much more in touch with myself and become a more reasonable and tolerant person. My partner and our kids have been a tremendous influence and driving force behind my not wanting to drink. It’s not for everyone, but being booze free is the best life I’ve lived yet!

De'Aron Fox, Shai Gilgeous-Alexander, Malik Monk, Tyrese Maxey, Tyler Herro, Immanuel Quickley. These are some of the names that have transitioned almost seamlessly from their Kentucky Wildcats days into the NBA. Could Cason Wallace be the next Kentucky player to flourish in the NBA?
In a recent poll about the Mavericks draft pick, this sub seemed to prefer Gradey Dick over Cason Wallace. I hope that is simply because one has a much funnier name than the other. In my opinion the only players that may be available at the tenth spot worth picking over Carson Wallace are Taylor Hendricks and Jarace Walker. I'd be interested to know what other names you would consider.
Cason Wallace is probably the best perimeter defender this draft class has to offer, he may even be the second best defender overall. He moves his feet incredibly well to stay in front of ball handlers and hardly ever allows an easy shot. Whether he is stripping the ball away mid dribble or pouncing on errant pass, his combination of hand eye coordination and intuition consistently force turnovers. The ability to contest vertically without fouling is rare in college players. Wallace not only posseses this advanced skill but pairs it with amazing athleticism to complete all kinds of rejections and chase down blocks. On offense he is not as impressive, but is a mature player with a decent jumper from three and in the mid-range. He has good touch at the basket, but will probably need time to learn how to finish over bigger NBA defenders. He also has playmaking upside and is comfortable with the ball in his hands. Probably not the player you want spearheading your offense as he isn't the best at creating space for himself. However that would not be that relevant to the mavericks, which brings us to the fit on this team
I admit his fit with the mavericks is not as obvious as other picks in the range. We are severely lacking in size, interior defensive presence and rebounding. We have two elite guards. Jaden Hardy will probably cement his position in the guard rotation. Green will play the 2 often enough and THJ ist still a rotation guard. So how does the Wallace pick benefit the Mavs? Well, we'd finally have a point of attack defender for our backcourt. Whether he is sharing the floor with Luka, Kyrie or Hardy he'd more often than not be able to pick up the opposing teams best ball handler. The prospect of Hardy and Wallace sharing the floor off of the bench is genuinely exciting. We'd have another player who can playmake and distribute the ball for our less offensively skilled players. Our guard depth would be sorted, perhaps even softening the blow should the nightmare scenario of Kyrie leaving soon kick in. It also, in my opinion, makes THJ completely expendable. Perhaps it also opens an avenue to trade Bullock for a big or wing with a little more size and rebounding prowess.
Should we miss out Hendricks and Walker, I'd be more than happy with Wallace as a "consolation". What do you think?

a stockpile of German rifles from the last months of Nazi Germany mass-produced to be given to civilians as cannon fodder is somehow on an island in Maine?
wouldn't it have made more sense to use an m3a1 grease gun or an m1 carbine for the base of the radium rifle?

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To me, they are the best women singers, ever, of all times, and in the entire world.
My favourite women singers / voices / vocalists, in the world.
Not necessarily in any particular order, to me they are all AMAZING, in their own style, and Metal sub-genre, etc.
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• Tanya Bell, AKOMA. One of the most amazing, excellent and impressive voices and bands I've heard.

Also, underrated, I think.
To me, her voice and singing style is outstanding, is like one of those voices when you think "she can do whatever she wants / like with that voice". Impressive, awesome talent. Impressive, awesome band.
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• Laurie Ann Haus, TODESBONDEN. Awesome. Impressive. Brilliant! And besides her amazing voice and talent, I like so much her dressing style, I have seen photos of her in a beautiful medieval green dress, so elegant and decent! I appreciate that very much.

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• Dawn, or Dawn Desiree, RAIN FELL WITHIN. Amazing, remarkable, one of those voices and bands you become fond of (I don't really know how to explain this, sorry), she was one of my first influences / inspiration in singing.

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• Kaisa Jouhki, BATTLELORE. Her voice and style of singing is one of the best, however, besides her voice I like so much her attitude, her interpretation, is just amazing, really so talented.

She have been impressing me from day one, in like year 2008 if I remember well, with the official video of "House of heroes".
Her movements, her strenght, etc., strong interpretation, however, at the same time so feminine, elegant, delicate, and beautiful.
Although we are physically very different, somehow I can feel related to her.
Her face expressions, etc., amazing.
She is like my role model for a Metal singer. Very inspiring, I admire her very much.
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• Judy Chiara, AVRIGUS (first woman singer in AVRIGUS). Amazing. Also a voice you become fond of (again, I don't really know how to express that, sorry).

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• Sandra Schleret, DREAMS OF SANITY. Awesome voice / style and talent. Outstanding.

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• Flora Spinelli, KERION. Amazing too! Awesome, beautiful voice and attitude!

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• Rachel Aspe, she participated with KERION. She is my one favourite in "growling" style, the one I like the most, the one I consider the most talented.

And my inspiration to me, to try to learn that style too.
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• Evy, ELUSION. Such an impressive/outstanding talent, voice and attitude / interpretation; such an impressive, interesting, creative, unique band!

Also, an inspiration singer!
I still have to know their lyrics content, however, from I 've heard, I think they are an amazing band.
If you know more bands like ELUSION, where the woman singer switch from harsh vocals to clean, etc. etc., in the same song, and musically like this band (or Gothic Metal, or Power, or Folk), please let me know, I will appreciate it!
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• Lotta Höglin, BESEECH. Very nice voice and singing style.

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• Kátia Santana, PETTALOM. I do like and admire her voice, however, the band and the ideology not so much, at least from what I've heard. I like and recommend one song, basically: "Serenade to a sleeper fairy".

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• Tanja Schneider, NEVARIA. Very nice voice, and her interpretation / attitude gives me the impression of sweetness and also strenght.

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• Medeah, ARTROSIS. Very nice and interesting voice and singing style, although I don't share very much the ideology of the band.

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• Frida, REXORIA. Besides her voice and singing style, I also think her way to interpret / attitude is quite nice and strong. I only know some songs of that band, however, from what I've heard and seen, Frida is one of the best.

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All of them are very talented. If I could, I would definetely make a video to show them to you here, and to the entire world!
However, since I can't, here it is the list only, of the best women singers in this world!
The ones I like and admire the most, and my main singing inspiration / influences.
I also like / admire more singers /voices, however, I think these are the main for me, so far.
(I don't really sing, I like it SO MUCH, however, it is only a 'hobby', I guess, I am just a fanatic of singing).
Thank you!
Best regards from Guadalajara, Jalisco, México.
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What do you think? *_* Do you know some of them, maybe? And / or do you want to share something about the topic?
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Should I put the links to "Youtube"?
And / or should I divide the topic / posts into 3 or more different posts?
Somebody could help, please?
Thank you.

Hello, Came upon a really hard decision choosing the right car. I am a young guy that has never really “owned” a car. Only and old wagon and rented an S500 96’ coupe for the summer.
Decided that it’s time to purchase a comfortable and reliable vehicle. And in my budget these seem to be the best choices.
W204 (post-facelift) = 2012-2014. Around 10-12k€.
W211 (post-facelift) = 2006-2008. 4,5k€+
Was told that W211 is a roomier, more comfortable car with a better driving experience. However W204 is a more compact car with a more dynamic driving experience.
What could be the expenses of ownership for both of these models ? Which one is more reliable, cheaper to own and overall a better long term buy ? Leaning abit towards the W211 because the of the price difference.

So am new to mmos in general and wow is the best one and i like it so mush but it was hard to understand everything in terms of private servers cause blizzard is bad and i can't afford the sub am Egyptian by the was so u know how it goes ... So i play turtle wow and am only interested in questing and leveling up and i downloaded for each expansion a different private server ... Should i play the latest one (mop) and it has all the quests from the previous expansions or i play each expansion and on the next server i play all over again untill i reach the level to play the expansion that is next ????? Please help ... Thank u guys ❤️

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28M asian nerd living in West coast. While being socially awkward outside of nerd/geek culture, I dress well and put a lot of emphasis for my date to feel respected and entertained as long as they're with me. That seems to be enough to be moderately successful in finding dates on Hinge so far.
I matched with a girl that checked pretty much all boxes of my preferences right out of the box (haha, get it?). She's nerdy, has drive towards her careers, takes a good care of herself and her friends. She seem to share a decent amount of hobbies with me as well, and is mildly exposed (and appreciates) to my ethnic background. There's a handful more, but that's already an amazing list of green flags that would get me very interested.
We texted a lot for a week or so (her schedule was legitimately packed), with a long call in the middle. We finally meet in person, and had an unquestionably the best date in my life. She holds conversations very well and is funny, and emanates positive vibe that makes me feel happy from just hearing it. And believe me when I say that the physical attraction was there - she was the prettiest girl I've ever went out with. I felt the spark flaring up everywhere (not literally, we're not in Michael Bay's movie).
We were both tipsy as we were bar hopping throughout the date, and I ended up what I usually do the best - being unforgivingly blunt. I've complimented her for basically everything I've said here, and how much feeling I've had for her over the last week leading up to the date. She seemed to have enjoyed the compliments (or perhaps at least polite enough for me to not notice if she felt uncomfortable), and we stayed together bantering for the entire night past midnight, and she offered me to her place to hang out more and smooch, but we were both tipsy and I didn't want to take advantage of her being intoxicated. I told her to ask for the same thing next time when she's sober, and instead offered her a good, passionate kiss. The date was magical, and had a crush on this woman unlike any I've had for last few years since I've started dating. It felt like she was the woman of my life and I will never get anyone better than her if I miss this chance.
But that's pretty much where the happiness ends for me. Throughout that weekend, we had a handful of texts which boiled down to:

• While she enjoyed the time and find me interesting, but her feeling is not in the same place as mine and felt it's best not to pursue a romantic relationship with me. She still offered to continue with a friendship.
• While I appreciated her respect and offer, she had too much of what I've sought out for and a non-romantic relationship with her will only make me miserable, and wanted to have one more chance and take a bit more time to get to know each other more.
• After she reflected, she currently felt scary to get serious and prefers to meet new people and take things slow.

While the conversation was respectful from her end, I could feel the distance she was putting by the end of it, and it absolutely left me broken for the next few days. To feel like there was a chance to finally connect with a woman of my life and to have that feeling immediately broken down took some time and therapy to let it sink in, and even after few weeks it still leaves me saddened whenever I think of it.
I've used online dating for over 2 years, and went out with enough girls to know not to put too much expectation at the start - or so I thought. I've given out all of my feeling right from the first date, and left me vanquished with a large crater in my heart. I'm sure life will move on and that crater will eventually be smoothened out, but it's a sad (and yet precious) memory that'll probably linger around for a long time.
/story
Deleting relevant posts from the past for her privacy.
Not really looking for an advice to salvage, as the ship has sailed weeks ago. I would appreciate some advices to move on, though.
TL;DR: Met a girl that felt like the woman of my life, had a great date, but it didn't work out and life will have to go on.

Prefer Local, buyer pays shipping. Open to offers and discounts on multiple items. Looking for local trades for KDM 1.6 and TMB gasket or nugget.
Bloodborne expansions $400: Forbidden Woods [5] Byrgenwerth [5]. Upper Cathedral Ward [4] Yahar'gul, Unseel Village [5] Hunter's Dream- includes kickstarter exclusives [5] Forsaken Cainhurst Castle [5] Mergo’s Loft [5] <- added to bundle
Dawn of the Zeds-3rd edition (includes storage tray and 3 expansions) [3] -$80
Cthulhu Death May Die -Black Goat and Scarlett [3] - no box, just miniatures and cards -$100
Marvel champions bundle $200: Base game [3] Red skull [3]- incorporated into main game Sinister motives [5] Gamora [4] Starlord [3] Drax [4] Captain America [3] Scarlett witch [3] Ant man [3] Thor [3] Venom [3]
Race for the Galaxy [3]-$20
Castles of Burgundy [3]-$30
Gloomhaven Jaws if the Lion [5] -$25
Viticulture EE [3] + Tuscany EE [5] -$60
Ginkopolis [5]-$35
Agricola ACBS Big Box (3) -$25
Blackout Hongkong (3) -$10
Carcassone (3) -$10
Isle of Skye (3) -$10
Air, Land,Sea (3) -$10
Railroad ink Blue [3] -$12
Quest for El Dorado [3] -$35

Courtois has been the best gk or at least top 3 for years now,and at ucl final he won motm as a goalkeeper,saved messi pen,won vs messi in el classico Should he be considered one of all time best gk?