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2021.09.27 00:29 monotonom14 I know most of it is covered but does anyone know the name of the haircut

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2021.09.27 00:29 MasterArtistJ My Super Mario Plush Collection

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2021.09.27 00:29 stacyskg Such a poser SIC

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2021.09.27 00:29 Ianmccurry11 Looking for some friends 1608 3193 8590!

Im level 20 and want to send back and forth gifts
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2021.09.27 00:29 Iridescent_clown BPD Diagnosis: Frustratingly Valid Obstacles

I want to preface that is NOT meant to glorify or justify the haphazard behaviour of self-diagnosis or the diagnosing of others. Only a fully qualified psychological service can assess this with reliable margins of accuracy!
In this example I wish to illustrate a problem using fictional person(s) in a fictional scenario and hopefully generate discussion and meaningful insight.
John has been partnered Sally for 3 years. Their relationship has been full of ups & downs and something of an emotional rollercoaster. But they manage, and for John he rationalises this as normal. After all, don’t all relationships have their dry spells?
John and Sally have been together now for 6 years. For some reason the ups and downs keep repeating, the emotional rollercoaster has not come to a stop. Sally cheated for the first time. They both were terribly hurt. But they believe they can work through anything, after all isn’t that they’ve always done for six years? Working at the relationship?
John and Sally have been together for 8 years. Sally has cheated a few more times, this time she is initiating break-ups of of the blue. John and Sally are tired, but hopeful. John decides to stay after Sally pleaded for another chance.
John and Sally were together for 8.5 years. Sally left out of the blue again. John is devastated. He could never understand why, and closure eluded him. When he tried to reach out, Sally became cold and harsh. John had more questions than answers.
John goes to a therapist. He is experiencing extreme depression, obsessive attachment, emotional whiplash and PTSD. Sally is immediately in a new relationship within weeks. John is angry, hurt but resigns himself to the outcome and tries to rebuild.
John receives a message from Sally. She wants him back. John declines. It unearthed some memories of trauma, but he moves on.
Sally spreads rumours, malicious stories and smears his character. John is terrified and truly confused. Thankfully, she gives up and John resumes his life. He still never did get that closure. He researches what he can and he stumbles across Borderline Personality Disorder. He is floored by how much other stories mirror his. Although never the same, with many cases not always involving infidelity, or even extremities as severe as Sally’s behaviour, common themes connect the experiences varying in degrees.
John cannot and should not take it as gospel. But for him, it offers something substantial for his restless mind, albeit conjecture. John learns of the potential struggles Sally may face, some of them are bleak and potentially self-destructive. The more he learns, the more he identifies all the textbook defence mechanisms of Sally’s. All of the things that made no sense to him, but made sense to her.
John wants to help her, but he cannot. Even if they were together, she would not have gone to therapy, she always hated it anyway. She has to want it for herself. John is not an authority, but his 8.5 years of experience with Sally at least brought up concerns worth addressing with a therapist. But it is seemingly too late.
He is told not to mention it to her, or suggest anything. It is not his place. People remind him of this, and some even invalidate his experiences as hysterical posturing of a heartbroken lover.
Sally is admitted into an institution after severe bouts of self-harm, she had promptly married a physically abusive man and had spiralled off the deep end. Sally was diagnosed with BPD among other conditions.
This was unavoidable was what they told John. He did everything he could, he was told. John pretends to himself he is agreement, but deep down John feels this to be false.
end of made up scenario. Note this is not meant to denigrate, but only to emulate an unfortunately real occurrence that is not uncommon
When a loved one sees the signs but lacks the credentials to interpret the signs, when their partner does not receive diagnosis because they refuse to seek it, we are left with a very bleak outcome.
And for a good necessary reason. Indeed, normalising self-diagnosis or diagnosing others opens itself to abuse and exploitation. But for cases like John and Sally, how can we reconcile this? What alternatives could have been said or employed?
Thanks for reading
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2021.09.27 00:29 2Stripez Up on the hill

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2021.09.27 00:29 alyssablk anyone taken lamictal?

currently on cymbalta but my doctor said lamictal has been shown to help and wants to add it to my regimen.
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2021.09.27 00:29 thecolorblue2 Little curled paw nap

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2021.09.27 00:29 jpvalue Billionaire Swapnil Agarwal joins to defeat Alzheimer – MONSTER DD on Cassava Science $SAVA

Okay folks, put down your crayons, shit is about to get real. If your last 2 brain cells still working, you should read the whole DD – for the rest of you retards: $SAVA to the moon 🚀🚀👩‍🚀🌚 (tl;dr at the end)
The Whale Lets begin with a whale 🐳 who recently opened a BIG position in $SAVA. Swapnil Agarwal, a entrepreneur who turned $300k into $2 billion within 6 years! If you want to learn more about him, check this Article.
Proof of u/SwapnilAgarwal_ and his 500k position: Proof1 - He is sharing Cassava Science new results via LinkedIn Proof2 - update: he added another 120k shares!

You think a successful entrepreneur who turned 300k into 2b is not doing a proper due dilligence? I'm sure he did his DD, so let's see what he might saw in the company!
Cassava Science - The Company: A clinical-stage biopharmaceutical company focused on neuroscience. Their mission is to detect and treat Alzheimer's disease. Their lead drug candidate is currently in an on-going phase 2 trial and will initiate phase 3 within the next couple of weeks. They continually releasing their impressive data from their trials and nobody ever achieved such results, but we will hit that topic later....

Okay... a TRILLION market and Big Pharma don't want to benefit from it, while helping those poor patients and familys???
BIG PHARMA: They are trying for decades to bring an effective drug on the market that can slow down the progression of alzheimer. They burned billions and billions in R&D, but every drug canditate failed to slow down the disease. The majority of those drugs had one thing in common: The amyloid cascade hypothesis (source5 - check the link for more details)
If so many drugs are based on the amyloid hypothesis and all have failed to slow down the disease...maaaaaybe the hypothesis is not the best!?!?!
Cassava Science - The drug "Simufilam" I'm not going into details about the unique mechanism of action, you can check it out in the company presentation here.
What's more important are the results they got from their trials; Phase 2a: The first 50 patients completed 12 month of treatment and the results are stellar!!! (source6). They not only slowed down the disease, they actually improved the patients cognition. AND without any safety concerns! Also a panel of biomarkers, that are related to alzheimer, improved aswell and just underlines the improvement in cognition. Ok, I know you guys have already headache from reading more than 50 words, so I try to stick to pictures as much as I can:
(Disclaimer: This picture is edited to show a trendline. Even though a plateau is totally expected, the trendline indicates we haven't even reached the plateau yet!!!)
Results Simufilam - Phase 2a
What you expect is a +5.5 point decline in an alzheimer patient over the course of 12 months. Simufilam improved it by -3.2 points.
To bring this into perspective, here are pictures of other alzheimer drugs. Did I mention that Aduhelm, which didn't show any efficacy and causes brain swelling/bleeding, is already FDA approved!?!?!
The bar for an FDA approval is very low, if drugs like Aduhelm getting approved. This leads us to...
Why Simufilam is not approved yet? The regulations say you need a phase 3 randomized, double-blinded, placebo-controlled trial to get the drug approved and phase 2a was only open label (the patient knows he is getting the treatment drug). This leads to the main criticism: the results could come from a placebo effect?! Well, there is no chance that the placebo effect can improve an alzheimer patient over the course of 12 months. A meta analysis with 20,000 alzheimer patients shows, that a placebo effect lasts only around 6months:
No placebo effect after 6 months (26 weeks)
Phase 2b: Before spending too many resources in a big phase 3 study, sava did a smaller study to see if a double-blinded, placebo-controlled trial (no placebo effect possible), still shows similar results like in phase 2a. ....the results were stellar again! (2b_results)
Thats why Sava is about to start their phase 3 within the next weeks, under the Special Protocol Assessment (SPA) from the FDA. This means, if phase 3 shows similar results to phase 2, FDA is going to approve the drug. And as we remember, the placebo effect doesn't last 12 months, so it is very likely that phase 2 gets replicated in phase 3 and the drug gets approved. This leads us to...
VALUATION In case the drug gets approved, I agree with the valuation from Joe Springer (check his articles on seeking alpha). To summarize it here: "There are about 6 million Americans living with AD, and globally, there are about 44 million with dementia, about 70% of which have AD, or 31 million. Biogen announced it will price aducanumab at $56,000, and drugs are typically valued at a multiple of about 4X-5X peak sales. As AD is the promised land - an enormous and growing market completely bereft of decent therapies, we will use the 5X multiple."
Sava has a good and clean global patent until 2037 plus extensions. But let's be very conservative:
"1,500,000 patients X $20,000 X 5 multiple = $150 billion market cap"
This leads us to a very conservative share price of $3,750 (current price; $62). Call me crazy but this is possible.
Why are we so fucking undervalued? - The CP-Story I try to keep this short... There was a "citizen petition" (CP) making claims about data manipulation and safety concerns. Later the petitioner admitted that they shortselling sava. So they were spreading FUD and wanted to halt phase 3 trial due to "safety concerns". The allegations are very confusing and you need medical science background to understand them, so retards like us run away from the stock. Little did they know, that if retards like us getting confused, we hit the buy button! However, none of the allegations points to any safety concerns.... meanwhile we have biogens drug (aduhelm) that causes brain swelling/bleeding and got FDA approved?!?! Yeah no shit, let's halt a drug trial without any side effects, while approving another drug that doesn't work...okay except their side effects work really good.
Luckily, there is a group of different scientist debunking all those claims from the CP, so it becomes obvious that some competitors or shortsellers are behind those false allegations. If you feel uncertain due to the allegations just read the whole thing: DEBUNK!!
Oh and did I mention that 92% of those citizen petitions get dismissed? (source7)
Short Interest I know you fucking retards are not reading the whole DD + links + additionally did your own research. Luckily there is also a short squeeze in play. Here is the latest data from Ortex 9-24-2021

Short interest
Management: - Collectively they combine 14 FDA drug approvals - They have prior experience from Pfizer, Sanofi, Johnson Johnson etc. - They have indipendent directors who have a solid reputation like Sanford Robertson - They haven't sold any shares, even though they sit on huge amount of profits. A quote from the CEO Remi Barbier “I know the science, I know the data, I know the disease and this stuff looks promising and I’m putting my money where my mouth is.” source8
Analyst: The average price target of analyst is at $124 (+100% from current price)The lowest PT is $108 and the highest $215

- billionaire buying huge amounts of $SAVA shares - alzheimer disease - a projected market of 1.1 trillion dollar - no competitor can improve cognition in alzheimer patients - Sava's trial results look like the holy grail in drug development - other drugs look dogshit compared to Simufilam so the bar for an approval is very low - manipulation through a citizen petition - but all allegations got debunked - price target if drug gets approved $3,750 (currently $62) - the citizen petition led to a high short interest 33% - the risk is very low compared to the almost unlimited upside potential

I'm no financial advisor and you should always do your own research! I have a beneficial long position in shares of SAVA and derivatives. I wrote this DD myself with the collective knowledge of many other investors and it expresses my own opinion. I am not receiving compensation for it.
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2021.09.27 00:29 Necessary-Branch-926 HMU if u got any content or pyt

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2021.09.27 00:29 psyopticnerve How a raven helped me find a murderer

I was always a peculiar child, and had very few friends growing up. My time was often spent in solitude. While my peers were out at sporting events, school functions or whatever the majority of middle schoolers do, I was either drawing in my room or walking through the woods behind my house. This became even more true after my father’s passing.
He died when I was thirteen. He had simply fallen asleep one night, and never woke up. It was ruled a brain aneurysm. I will spare you the shock and confusion that we went through that day, I’m sure you can imagine how awful it was for me and my mother.
To make matters worse, a rumor started to circulate in the middle school that my mother had killed him. This only further compelled me to avoid my classmates and escape into the wilderness around me. It was the only thing that I could do to cope with the situation. I found solace in the trees, going straight from the nightmare that is public school, to the serenity of nature.
On a chilly February morning I caught a glimpse of a couple of ravens building a nest together. Struck by their intelligence and the strange croaking calls they made, I checked out books from the library and learned all I could about them.
I started attempting to mimic their calls. They would look down at me, puzzled, but not alarmed by my presence. Once I started bringing food scraps they seemed to accept me as a friend, flying down at my feet to feed and occasionally nibbling on my shoes playfully. I started to feel like I was a part of their family, really looking forward to seeing their hatchlings. Unfortunately, this was never to be.
On my usual trip out, I began calling to them as I approached. They would always return my calls, but they didn’t on this day. I got chills, suddenly realizing there were no sounds coming from the woods around me. Something was off. My breath caught, my legs began shaking. As soundlessly as I could, I continued to the raven’s nest.
Feathers and debris from the nest were scattered on the ground below. Despair washed over me as I realized what had happened. I picked up one of the broken eggs, my heart breaking as I cradled it. I felt I couldn’t handle another loss in my life, this completely broke me. I fell to my knees and wept, disregarding the apparent danger the silent forest was warning me of.
A familiar call behind me snapped my head around. It was the female raven, some of her feathers were ruffled and torn away, her left wing stuck out awkwardly. She looked up at me sadly, croaking quietly. I pulled my food scraps out, extending a hand toward her. She nibbled them quickly, not being careful to avoid my palms.
I tried to examine her wing while she ate, but she wouldn’t let me get a close look at it. It seemed that she was having a hard time using it. After much coaxing, she raised a foot, climbing onto my forearm. Her intelligent eyes peered into mine, she seemed to be looking into my soul.
I knew that if she was unable to fly, she would have no chance of survival. While she was still perched on my arm, I began walking toward my house, feeding her the scraps as we went. I tried to silently communicate to her that I was trying to help, hoping that she understood that I meant her no harm. To my surprise she stayed, never leaving my arm the whole way home.
I brought her into the garage, emptying out a large cardboard box for her to nest in. She observed from the floor, curiously watching as I filled it with sticks and leaves. She seemed to find the nest adequate, hopping to the edge and looking down at it before settling in.
Getting my mother to allow our new guest was a tough sell. She was less than thrilled that I had brought a bird into our house, telling me how filthy ravens were. She eventually caved in, seeing how emotional I got when she told me I would have to release her. She let me keep her in the garage, on the condition that once her wing had healed I would let her free. I assured her that I would, thanking her profusely.
She made steady progress with her injuries, gradually gaining back the use of her wing. I named her Mira, after a while she even began responding to her name. I sat with her and practiced saying words to her. A little known fact, raven’s are capable of speaking, much like a parrot. After hearing me say it enough, I was greeted with a crackly “Hi!” one evening. It was one of the proudest moments of my life. We practiced other words, eventually getting “Wow!” and “Bye!” down. After a month, her wing had healed enough for her to fly short distances again. By then, my mother had grown quite fond of Mira. She would ride around on my mother’s shoulder while she worked in the yard, the two of them chattering away. It was the first time either of us had smiled this much since my father had passed.
When she was flying freely again, I helped Mira build a nest in the tree across from my bedroom window. She would fly back and forth, grabbing a snack from my sill, then retreating to her nest and singing her songs. She never stayed away for long, always returning to greet me every time I arrived home from school.
We accompanied each other on excursions behind the house, Mira flying above me and perching on branches as I meandered through the animal trails. It was safe to say that she was the best friend I had ever had. We had both experienced crippling loss, and had found an unlikely camaraderie in the aftermath.
Now, you most likely didn’t expect to be reading so much about my raven friend, and as the title suggests, there is much more to this story. Without further ado, here are the events that lead me to the killer.
About a year after I met Mira, my town was shocked by a high school girl’s disappearance. There were no leads, no one could figure out what had happened to her. After she was gone for a couple weeks, people began fearing the worst. We were shocked again the following month, when yet another girl went missing.
The town was horrified. A strict curfew was enforced, ensuring that everyone under eighteen was home before six. There were rumors of the FBI being involved in the investigation, though I was never certain on this.
My mother fretted for my safety, but either out of arrogance or delusion, I told her the killer wouldn’t be interested in me. It seemed he was preying on girls from the high school, after all. What did I have to worry about?
I continued my long walks in the woods with Mira, sometimes staying out past the curfew, knowing that no one would be there to enforce it so far into the woods. It was on one of these late nights that I got quite a surprise.
We had returned from our excursion about an hour before. As usual, I barely had enough time to cram my homework in, feverishly scribbling half-assed geography answers at my desk, when Mira flew over and perched on my windowsill. This was so common that I didn’t even look up as I opened the pane, continuing my frantic work. She usually came in to grab a snack, sometimes watching me toil before flying back to her nest, but this was the first time she had ever brought something to me.
The wet thud on my notepad took me aback. It was so shocking that I didn’t realize what it was right away, needing a few seconds to take in the sight before me.
Ravens are not picky eaters by any means. They will resort to eating trash, and sometimes, even carrion. She had dropped an eyeball on my homework, the optic nerve still attached to it.
I gagged, looking at Mira in shock. She stared right back. It seemed like she was trying to tell me something. I gingerly picked up the eye, trying to ignore the feeling of it in my hand. The iris was bright blue. The white had turned a yellow hue, bloodshot, and covered in dirt. My stomach lurched, the room started to spin. I knew that it had belonged to one of the missing girls.
There were a number of things that I should have done. I can’t really explain why I didn’t do any of them. Instead, I went down to the garage and got a cooler, placing the zip-locked eye into the ice. I placed it on the roof outside my window, hoping the chilly air would preserve it well.
A healthy raven can fly about a hundred miles per day, but Mira wasn’t quite up for that challenge with her slightly defective wing. Plus, the time she spent away from me was so short, I doubted that she could have possibly gone very far to retrieve the eye. I deduced that it must have been taken from somewhere near our trails.
I know that I should have alerted authorities, I know that I was putting my life in danger. Whatever the reason, I got the notion that this was something I could solve, that this was my responsibility to pursue.
I waited until the next day to search for clues. I packed a backpack with food and water, ropes, and my father’s flare gun. When I was supposed to be walking to school, I called Mira down from her nest and went into the forest. My father’s machete bounced against my leg, reminding me that this was no ordinary hike with every step I took.
Mira understood what we were doing. If I veered from the correct path she began getting agitated, even giving me a sharp peck on the neck a couple of times. We walked farther than I had ever ventured before. I knew there was a river coming up, a natural border between counties. For some reason, this made my spine tingle.
Mira dug her feet into my shoulder as the water finally came into view. I understood that I would have to cross it, though the task seemed difficult, and would also put me out in the open. I began searching for the best way across the rocks, all of them seemed like they would be hard to traverse. I took tentative steps, slipping and soaking my feet in the icy water a few times. Mira flew ahead, landing on the opposite banking, encouraging me to continue. When I finally joined her on the other side she offered a “Wow!” and lowered her head for me to scratch. Despite the grim situation, this brought a smile to my face.
She lead me farther east along the stream before I lost sight of her. Panic rose in my chest when I heard her calling to me. It wasn’t a sound I had heard her make before, she sounded urgent, scared even. I ran as fast as I could, slipping on the rocks as I went. I followed Mira’s frantic calls, finally darting into a patch of cedar trees and finding her atop a large rock. When she saw me she flapped her wings rapidly, rising in volume as I got closer. I shushed her, paranoid someone would hear the commotion.
It took me a second to realize that the rock she was on was actually the entrance to a cave. It was so easy to miss, the opening was obscured by thick vines and undergrowth. I know that I wouldn’t have found it if Mira hadn’t lead me right to it. The gravity of the situation hit me as I took out my flashlight. I braced myself for what I might find when I shined the light inside.
I was not prepared for it. Both bodies were badly butchered. In fact, all of their limbs had been removed, stacked in the farthest corner of the cavern. To add to the horror, animals had gnawed off large chunks of flesh, some fingers and toes were chewed right down to the bone. Worst of all, though, were their severed heads. Their eyes had been plucked out, their lips had been eaten away to expose their skeletal smiles and swollen tongues.
I sobbed, dropping the flashlight and turning away. I had felt so certain I was meant to be some kind of hero, I was so sure of myself before now. This proved to me how far out of my depth I was, I was not cut out for this. I was just a stupid kid, doing something very dangerous. Mira pecked at my back gently as I continued to bury my face in my hands and cry. I ignored her, completely losing my sense of urgency in my grief.
It took me a long while to pull myself back together. Much too long. It may have been hours, the sun’s position suggested so. I sat on the ground with my knees to my chin, numb with shock. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, my world had been broken too many times. All my innocence had been pulled out from under my feet, dropping me into a pit of despair.
Mira had stopped pestering me long ago, retreating to a tree and keeping watch from above. Still shellshocked, it took me way too long to register that her sudden shrieks were a warning. Once it sunk in, I heard footsteps approaching. I was emotionally drained, unable to rise to my feet as whoever it was made their way to the patch of cedar trees. Mira continued screaming, eventually coming down from the tree and pecking at my neck, trying to get me moving. My body took a long time to respond, my rubbery legs weren’t able to support me once I finally pushed myself up. I flopped back to the ground.
The boy who appeared wasn’t who I had anticipated. He looked about my age, husky and tall. His beady eyes took a while to settle on mine. His smooth face crinkled with confusion, studying me for a while. Mira continued her racket, now as loud as I had ever heard her. The boy stood about a hundred yards away, his deep voice boomed over Mira.
“Are you alright?” his voice echoed. I had no clue what to say, my mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Concern crossed his face and he stepped forward, Mira still incessantly shrieking. He got close and crouched down in front of me, his eyes staring straight into mine.
“What are you doing on our land?” he growled, any note of sympathy he had before now disappearing. I swallowed, my mind went blank. He noticed my eyes drifting toward the cave, following my gaze. Immediately, he grabbed onto my wrist with an iron grip.
“Did you see something? In that cave there? Something you shouldn’t have?!” he bellowed, pulling me roughly off the ground.
“No… nothing,” I croaked out, my throat ceasing up. He picked me up effortlessly, bringing me close to his face.
“You lie, YOU LIE!”
Mira came at him with her sharp beak, digging into his eye viciously. I fell to the dirt as he tried to shield himself from her attack. His beefy hand swatted her away, throwing her far into the trees. As soon as I saw her body falling from the sky I regained my senses. Fueled by rage, I fumbled for the machete.
The boy looked down at me with blood leaking from his eye, letting out a savage roar before lunging at me. I tried pushing myself away, unable to pull the machete from its holster in my panic. He punched the top of my head, sending stars shooting through my vision, grabbing ahold of my hair right after. I howled and scratched at his hands, losing a fingernail in the process. More punches rained down on me, each one threatening my consciousness. I faded in and out as the beating continued.
I tried to focus on the darkening sky, fighting to stay awake while he dragged me by my ankles. My ears were ringing, drowning out whatever he was screaming down at me. My jaw was broken, I could tell by the way my teeth were stuck together crookedly, crunching painfully with each bump I was pulled over.
I was going to die. Just like my father. Just like Mira. Just like her family. I gave up hope, finally letting the darkness take over.
“Wake up.”
I blinked, trying to make sense of what was happening. My body begged me to surrender back into painless sleep.
“Wake up!”
The boy finally came back into focus, standing above me. His narrow eyes were dilated and his lips were curled into a snarl. He held my father’s machete, placing the blade to my throat once he could tell I was awake. I realized I was on the floor of a barn stall. I futilely tried to crawl away as he placed a large boot on my stomach, pinning me down.
“I don’t want to kill you, you know. But you shouldn’t have been out there, kid, you had no right!” he said, almost ruefully. My jaw wouldn’t open. I had no words anyways, only fear and regret.
“You can’t stay with them pretty girls you found, you’ll ruin everything I’ve done for them… No, that just won't do… You’ll be staying here,” he said, gesturing around the barn. I couldn’t think of any place I would like to be less. I wondered if I would ever be discovered. I thought of my poor mother, never knowing what had happened to her only son, left all alone in the world. My tears fell onto the filthy floor, I resigned myself to a gruesome fate. The boy picked the machete up over this head, glaring down at me indifferently.
The sudden call froze us both. In anticipation of the blade slicing through my body, it took me a few seconds to recognize who had spoken. The boy looked away from me, lowering the machete slightly. He looked terrified.
“Hi!” Mira called again, from somewhere outside. The killer turned, vaguely wielding the machete at whoever was speaking.
“Who’s there?!” he yelled. I noticed that his voice had gone up in pitch. Seizing the opportunity, I slithered toward a shovel that was propped against the back wall. He still had his back to me, looking out into the night.
“Show yourself!” he screamed, swinging the machete through the air.
I had a grip on the shovel's handle now. My whole body was quivering, exhausted and terror-stricken. I knew I would never get another chance. With the last of my strength I rose from the floor, using my momentum to propel myself at the boy.
He turned just as I closed the distance between us, swinging the blade down as I jabbed the pointed shovel into his throat. We fell to the floor, his head slammed off the concrete with a sickening crack. I rolled off of him, reaching for the machete that he still held. His limp hand didn’t resist as I pried it loose. I looked down at him, watching as a pool of blood formed under him, his eyes staring up blankly.
Only then did I feel the searing pain in my bicep. My entire arm was dripping with blood. I knew the cut was deep, I didn’t dare look at it as I hurriedly removed my belt and tied a tourniquet. Mira was there now, chattering frantically at my feet. My injuries were too severe, I was losing too much blood. There was no way I could make it to safety.
I found myself walking in the dark. Mira was on my shoulder, her beak digging into my skin, directing me and trying to keep me awake. I couldn’t recognize any of my surroundings, I couldn't see anything in front of me. Somehow I kept moving, my body on autopilot as Mira guided me through the blackened trees.
Eventually I felt the ground change under my feet, the forest floor was replaced by smooth pavement. Streetlights flooded my vision, only they were moving at me much to quickly. I heard people shouting, confusion and worry in the vague voices around me. Then somebody was grabbing me, holding my arms and legs off the ground. I was flying. I knew I had died, knew I was a spirit now, floating through time and space.
I awoke two days later with my jaw wired shut and over two hundred stitches holding my arm together. I had a severe concussion, broken fingers, broken ribs and a cracked collar bone. I had nearly died of blood loss and dehydration. The stunned couple who’s car I walked in front of had saved me. It was by luck that the woman was an EMT and we hadn't been very far from the emergency hospital.
Once I had recovered a while I was given more information about the killer. The boy (I won’t reveal his name here) had murdered his entire family weeks before. Their corpses were found inside the barn I was taken to. His victims totaled eight, his motives never fully understood. Police found detailed plans for the rest of his intended victims inside the house. All in all, I may have saved up to twelve girls from a similar fate.
His death weighed heavily on my mind for a long time. If I hadn’t decided to be a vigilante, he might still be alive. To this day I am ashamed that I didn’t bring the girl’s eye to the police. I can only wonder if they would have found the bodies without Mira's help.
Mira flew straight home after I was found in the road, arriving at the living room window a minute before the phone rang and the police informed my mother that I was in the hospital. When I hadn’t come home that night she had reported me missing. I may never live down the guilt I feel for the terror I put her through.
The three of us have mostly recovered from these events. We support each other through the difficult days, we enjoy the beauty of nature and live our blissful moments to the fullest. We all persevere, for we are survivors.
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2021.09.27 00:29 DaftSteve Rumor: Daft Punk is in Milan?

Hey all,
I don't usually post stuff like this but I thought it was interesting.
Milan fashion week is currently happening and there's an afterparty happening today at a club called 'Just Cavalli' in Milan. The club just posted this photo.
Earlier in March, Louis Vuitton posted this story, which showcases their Fall/Winter '21 lineup, with music supplied by Daft Punk. Further, a fashion article I read (from March '21) confirms that Louis Vuitton's creative director convinced Daft Punk to provide music for the show.
This could be (and probably is) just the artist trying to drum up attention.
If anything were to happen, I am not expecting any new music or even the Robot outfits, but I think if they were to appear together to just spin a couple tracks, that would be news.
What do you think?
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2021.09.27 00:29 TrashClear483 Can we all take a moment to recognize just how many people take part in film discourse on the Internet who don't actually love anything about filmmaking and are essentially just using films as an excuse to root for their favorite sports team? (YourMovieSucksDOTorg, 2021)

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