11. Is a Ruger GP100, based on the scalloped section behind the cylinder and wooden insert in the synthetic grip
12. Is a S&W Model 10 based on the proportion of the size of the cylinder to the trigger guard, fixed notch rear sight, narrow hammer, and small grips that do not fill the upper portion of the frame behind the trigger guard
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straight women need to start fetishising sapphic women so there can be more femslash fan fiction. we gotta outsource and get more writers on board. I want it to get to the point where two women cant be on screen together without having a 80k space opera fic written about them. I want show runners to be scared of cancelling sapphic shows because legions and legions of fans will come after them. dont tell me my priorities are wrong.
my friend told me last night that he gets girls to come back to his place by telling them âoh i canât wait to go home and have some stewâ and âiâm so hungry, good thing i have stew at homeâ and itâs worked every time
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I never thought about ending my pregnancy. Instead, at 19, I erased the future I had imagined for myself.
One of the best feelings I have ever felt in my life was when, after I finally pushed my son out of my body, someone put a warmed heavy blanket on top of me. It had been so hard to have a baby, and it had hurt so much. I could sense the baby to my left, but I was too drained to move or speak or even turn my head. I fell asleep almost immediately after the blanket was placed on top of me, and I felt what I can only describe as a moment of immense, complete, unforeseen pleasure, because I realized I was physically maxed out, could do absolutely nothing more no matter what was asked of me, and this resulted in a relief I have only otherwise experienced under the effects of clinically administered ketamine. This particular relief arises from being able to momentarily let go of guilt and effort because you understand you are incapacitated and therefore off the hook. But before I passed out, I noticed that the cloud of my consciousness had pulled apart, had become two clouds, and that one had drifted over to float above my son, permanently.
Eighteen years later, during an intermission at a play in Los Angeles, I mention my son to friends of a man I am dating. I am sitting with his friends, a man and a woman, because the man Iâm seeing is acting in the play, and the three of us have his comp tickets; I havenât met them before. They remark, as people often do, that I donât look old enough to have a grown child. I am frank about the circumstances: I say sardonic things like shotgun wedding, child bride, religious family. The woman rushes to say, But you must love your son so much, as people often do. I have found myself in this play many times before, though I never say my lines. Iâm being prompted to say, I wouldnât have it any other way, or, I canât imagine life without him. Instead I say, Heâs amazing, which is true. But what I want to say is, Yes, I do love him so much that I wish he could have been born to someone who was ready and excited to be a mother.
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Itâs all fine is a story other people need to be true, and it is partly true, but itâs also not fine, in so many ways.
âWhen I had to have a baby before I was ready to, it felt as if my family was saying to me: Your timeâs up. On to the next. Be the vessel, open your body and give us something more valuable than you. No one asked if I was ready to be a mother or a wife. No one asked if I was ready to disappear.â
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i used to think it was just because i was growing out of it and maybe i am but man i really think the state of multiplayer games right now is pretty Bad
in 2009 i got tf2 for $20 and put my first 1k out of 4.8k hours in that game that year. i kept coming back to play the game. there were barely any unlocks back then and you had to get them through achievements (at least for some of that year). but there was no incentive to come back other than the game itself. every server was a different experience run by different people with different players. did you want a super serious game? there were servers for that with people who tried hard. and if you didnt want to do that, there were a bunch of other community made game modes and maps that were fully of silly fun shit. you could actually make some pretty decent random friends this way! and if you didnt like a server you could just hop around for hours, or quit. there was nothing to compel you to keep playing, you just Did.
today, i buy a multiplayer game, i know exactly what maps it has, what gamemodes it has, every item in the game has been shown to me and their progression line is already outlined for me. i will not see anything out of the ordinary unless the developers mess something up and promptly patch it. if i go too far out of the map im told by the game WHERE ARE YOU GOING GET BACK IN THE FIGHT and if i dont it just straight up kills me. if you somehow manage to run a modded server of the game the developers send someone to your house to break your knees.
i know that its going to incentivize me to keep playing by giving me xp for every little thing i do to make sure that if im not good at the main objective in the game i still feel like my performance is good enough to not give up and find something else to do. its going to give me "daily challenges" that are just "do thing that happens naturally in the game x amount of times" that give me more xp and if i grind away at it hard enough maybe i'll get the golden rifle bullet gun they're only giving away for THIS WEEK ONLY and i dont want to miss out on having my Video Game Master Status Symbol.
when i join a lobby, everyone has one goal and it's Win. everyone has chosen a character or loadout that is considered borderline broken to almost everyone but You Gotta do it because its the only way to Win. i am grouped up with 5 random people who have all been playing for 7 consecutive hours like its their fucking job and they have clearly exhausted every ounce of fun out of the game for the day (and their life probably) and are already really frustrated but are grinding away anyway just to say they did so. if i decide to play outside of The Metaâą i will probably be votekicked from the lobby, forcibly removed from the match and penalized because some guy who's gone 0-14 and hasn't figured out when to quit decided that's my problem now.
but its okay if all thats too frustrating, because you could spend 3 weeks doing menial video game chores OR you could spend $20 and get the thing they're hanging over your head right away which will eventually be worthless once next weeks Thing comes out and everyone's grinding a game they no longer find fun out of obligation. it is great how multiplayer experiences have just decided to become skinner box jobs you pay to work at.
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We didnât start this war internet users have with ads - We might have moaned about banner ads, but it was only when they started making noises when we might be listening to music or a podcast or whatever, causing two sound sorces at once, that we started trying to block ads universally rather than just a specific type of ad (pop ups).
And since then ads have gotten worse - Actual malware rather than merely breaking one of the fundamental sins of web design - though shalt not autoplay anything with sound. And the more aggressive a website is with âplease turn off adblockâ the less I trust it to bother to vet ads and advertisers to make sure theyâre not installing malware.
Not to mention that the idea that avoiding ads is âfreeloadingâ is hilariously backward. Advertisement is a transaction between the platform and the advertiser, the user has no obligation to provide the views/clicks the platform has promised. Using an adblocker isnât freeloading in the same way that leaving the room to get a snack during a commercial break isnât cheating the tv network.
Ok yâall, I work as a web developer and Iâm here to tell you that you are 100% right and that itâs shit. SO Iâm going to tell you how to get around websites that block you from using their website if youâre using an adblocker.Â
Every website uses a language called JavaScript; long story short itâs a website language that allows developers to do the crazy shit you see on websites. Now the easiest thing to do is to disable JavaScript to stop them from knowing you have an adblocker:
Oh no! Iâm blocked from viewing the website. It would be a terrible shame if I were able to right click and select the âinspectâ feature
Click the three dots in the top right and open the âSettingsâ Menu
And then scrolled down to âDebuggerâ and checked the âDisable Javascript Optionâ
the real difference between twitter and tumblr is that twitter fries your brain like an egg almost immediately vs tumblr simmers your brain slow n low in a crockpot
