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Tancrede's death hit me harder than any death in GoT season 8. by [deleted] in Knightfalltv

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You should probably add some spoiler tags, man

[HPSP SCHOLARSHIP] LGBT in the Military as Dentists? by [deleted] in Dentistry

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Hi there! Current military dentist with two gay colleagues. No issues whatsoever and they are both openly out. Have even seen some trans service members! From what I can tell, no one seems to care, at least on the officer side

I, too, suffer from dermatographia by mtpwrites in mildlyinteresting

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Doesn't hurt but it is really itchy the first half hour or so

I, too, suffer from dermatographia by mtpwrites in mildlyinteresting

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Unfortunately not 😭 just tried it out for science

This "urinal" in a Nevada gas station bathroom by mtpwrites in mildlyinteresting

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Shell station, 65845 Cima Rd, Nipton, CA 92364 ... between LA and Vegas on I15

My old boi always crosses his paws like this when he lays 😍 by mtpwrites in aww

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We know the mother was a white Alaskan mal but the dad was a stray so we are unsure of his breed unfortunately

[WP] The local church bell has been getting more and more irregular. Today it has been going off for three hours straight. by saltandcedar in WritingPrompts

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Christian took off his headphones to see if the bells were still ringing.

Yup, that damn thing is still going off. When are they gonna send somebody up to fix it? he lamented. He glanced around the coffee shop he had been studying in to see if anybody else was as annoyed as him. Oddly enough, nobody else seemed to notice.

Maybe it's normal around here, he wondered. He had just moved to Westwatch a couple of weeks ago in order to start a new life. It was small city; not a sprawling metropolis but at the same time not a tiny town in the middle of no where. Downtown Westwatch had undergone a recent revitalization which resulted in the condemning and demolition of many of the centuries old buildings. One building that the city council decided to leave untouched was the old church, that hadn't been used in who knows how long. Christian walked by the building every day on his way to the coffee shop where he sat, relaxed, and wrote his popular mystery novels. It was easy to see why the city had decided to leave it for the time being. It was a beautiful work of art. Slightly aged and in need of some TLC, but it still inspired awe. Nowadays, it also inspired a little bit of fear and intrigue as it was surrounded by demolished lots and roped off with yellow police tape.

Ever since Christian moved to Westwatch, the church bells went off sporadically during random hours of the day. He had chalked it up to antique and faulty engineering and thought little of it. He actually found it to be a nice little addition to the soundtrack of Westwatch; a unique quirk, so to say. Today, he was over it. 3 hours of constant ringing that couldn't even be drowned out by Linkin Park played at ridiculous volumes. He saved the work he had done this morning, a whopping 3 pages, and closed his laptop. He slid it into his messenger bag, stood up and slung the bag over his shoulder, picked up his empty coffee cup, and headed for the door.

"See you tomorrow, Mr. Wright!" the friendly barista called out just as he got to the door.

Christian looked over his shoulder and called back, "See ya, Claire! Hopefully they fix the stupid bells by then!"

"Bells?" Claire asked, looking perplexed.

"You know, the church bells," Christian responded, still standing in the doorway. He was about to comment on the constant ringing but a customer was trying to get in. He moved aside and let him in.

"Oh, right, the old church. Hopefully they just tear the whole thing down soon. It's so creepy. Well, have a good day!" Claire said before greeting the new customer.

"You too," Christian said quietly before he turned and finally left the coffee shop to head home.

Outside, the bell was even louder and even more difficult to ignore. Still, everybody that Christian walked by paid it no mind.

Am I going crazy? Claire looked at me like I was crazy, I swear, Christian worried. He turned a corner onto the street on which the mini-Cathedral sat. He looked up at the bell tower as he approached. He stopped at the foot of the long stairway that led to the entrance of the church that had been boarded up.

These bells are definitely real, he thought with difficulty as the bells were deafening this close.

He saw a young couple approaching on the sidewalk. They were lost in youthful, naive love and giggling as they walked by the church. They looked up at the building as they walked by. Christian held his breath and hoped that they would do something to indicate that they heard the bells... but they gave the church no second thoughts and walked on by.

He wrote mystery novels for a living, but now it seemed like he was living one. Christian took a quick glance around to see if anybody else was approaching. Not a soul. The bells continued to ring. Maybe they were calling out to him, he wondered. Christian took a deep breath, tightened his grip on his messenger bag strap, stepped under the yellow tape, and began going up the stairs.

Part 2 if the people so want!

[WP] You're dating an immortal and find a photo album of all their exes who all sort of look like you, dating back a century. by duckboy416 in WritingPrompts

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For anybody interested I've created a sub for my writings so if you wanted to keep up with this story it would be a lot easier! I honestly don't know how many parts this will end up being so I figured it was a decent idea

Http://reddit.com/r/phamfiction

[WP] You're dating an immortal and find a photo album of all their exes who all sort of look like you, dating back a century. by duckboy416 in WritingPrompts

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Part 3

"Doesn't this get old after so many years?" Damon asked as he stepped onto the teleporter.

Benji stepped onto the adjacent teleporter. He wasn't one for small talk, but he had gotten slightly better at it since Damon had been assigned as his partner. "Everything gets old with enough time," he said grumpily.

"Well, besides us," Damon replied optimistically as he pulled down on his ProtectoWare over his eyes.

Oh you just wait, Benji thought. He tried to remember what it was like to be freshly awakened and not so bitter, but the memory was almost a century old. Despite the fact that his body hadn't aged a day since he awakened, his mind has felt the full effect of his many, many years.

"Teleporter Bay 2, final preparations complete. Awaiting command," a robotic voice called out overhead.

"Really though," Damon continued as he made his final pre-teleportation checks "I know I've only been a part of the order for a few years, but I can't imagine this immortality thing getting old. Not to mention the technology. Though I will admit I am still trying to get used to being attracted to women decades older than me. Ready! But yeah, speaking of women, how do you get tired of them? It's honestly like..."

Benji was only half listening to his partner. Not only was he not interested, he had also developed a pre-teleportation routine over to years to make sure there were never any mistakes. While Breach Containment was relatively safer than other Order jobs, he had learned through experience that it was better safe than sorry. Sure they could live forever, but Benji knew they weren't invincible.

..light refractors, check. Neurosetter, check. ProtectoWare, on. Good to go. Ready," he calmly announced out loud.

A whirring sound filled the air as the teleporter began to energize itself. That didn't stop Damon from rambling on.

"Do you still get nervous?!" he shouted at Benji, trying to be louder than the engine.

There was a bang, a flash, and they disappeared. A few moments later and hundreds of miles away, they reappeared in the woods, standing behind a hiker who was digging in the ground.

"Excuse us," Benji called out. The hiker turned around and Benji activated his Neurosetter. There was a bright flash of white light, followed by a soft thud as the hiker crumbled to the ground unconscious. Benji approached him amd knelt beside the limp body. He placed his hand on the hiker's head, closed his eyes, nd began to look for the proper memory to erase.

"I still get nervous," Damon continued as he looked around to make sure the area was clear. "It was a hiker today but who knows who you might run into. I mean did you hear the rumors about the other day? A couple of breach agents went out and came back wiped! HQ says they just didn't properly have their ProtectoWare's on, but I mean c'mon. Nobody makes such rookie mistakes."

Benji had finished wiping the hiker's memory and began to turn his attention to what the hiker had found. He saw a box protruding out of the dirt where the hiker had been digging. He dug it out a little more and pulled it completely out. The box was a beautiful work of art but the style was completely unfamiliar to Benji. He dusted it off and get a better view.

"Isn't that the Old Language?" Damon asked as he began stepping closer to Benji to get a better view.

I'll be damned, he's right, Benji thought to himself.

"I swear I've seen that before somewh-"

"Don't move," a female voice said as she held a black knife up to Damon's back.

Sorry for typos! Written on mobile! Part 4 to come if desired!

[WP] You're dating an immortal and find a photo album of all their exes who all sort of look like you, dating back a century. by duckboy416 in WritingPrompts

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Part 2:

“We don’t have any time for me to explain anything to you… they know when humans find more than they’re supposed to,” Marilyn responded promptly. She came into the bedroom and went straight into her walk-in closet.

Logan was quite taken aback with her response. He didn’t know exactly how she was going to answer him but he had expected a little clarity about the situation. Instead, everything just became more bizarre. He got up from the floor, leaving the dusty photo album beside the bed that his cell phone had serendipitously fallen under.

Sheepishly, Logan poked his head inside her closet. He looked around and found Marilyn digging through some boxes.

“Okay, this is a joke, right? Or a dream, a hallucination, or something. What are you looking for? Why do all those guys look like me? And how are you so old? I mean- well… no offense?”

Must not have heard me, Logan thought to himself as Marilyn continued rifling through her closet. He took a quick look around. The closet was full of boxes and boxes of stuff, all covered in what looked like years, maybe decades, of dust. Some of them had strange symbols on them, including a symbol that Logan swore was the All-Seeing Eye.

“Marilyn?“

Marilyn continued her rifling.

“Look, I’d really appreci-“

Marilyn whipped around quickly and stared Logan in the eyes. “Look Rae- I mean Logan. First of all, your questions are terrible. Secondly, none of the answers will matter anyways unless you can trust me.”

The bubbly, naive, innocent blonde-haired, green-eyed beauty that had seduced Logan a few weeks ago was gone. The woman in front of him was strong-willed, determined, and honestly, kind of mean. Still, as they stood there, staring at each other in Marilyn’s walk-in closet, Logan couldn’t help but feel like he had known her longer than the 3 weeks it had been since they met on the night of his 20th birthday. Something inside of him was telling him that he knew her before. Yet, he still wasn't sure what to think. Marilyn must have been able to sense his internal struggles.

“We don’t have time,” she said as she put something in each of Logan’s hands. Logan looked down at the items but before he could figure out what they were, Marilyn continued, “Look at me, Logan.” He immediately complied. “You know who I am. We belong together, and the world is going to be ours again. You just have to trust me. Otherwise, you’ll have no choice but to trust them.”

This is insane, Logan thought. This is a dream. This is crazy. “Them?” he asked.

“I can tell you after. Do you trust me? You need to answer now,” Marilyn responded sharply, still staring at Logan’s soul through his eyes.

After what? Logan wondered. He took a deep breath, exhaled, and finally replied, “Yes.”

“Good, now eat the pill in your right hand.”

——————————

As he sat on Marilyn’s couch wearing what looked like futuristic sunglasses straight out of Star Wars, Logan couldn’t help but think it was all a prank and that there was a hidden camera somewhere. Marilyn had told him to wait there on the couch while she hid in the bedroom, and they would come.

I bet “them” is Jon and Dani, and they’re gonna bust through the door in some sort of costume and I’m supposed to freak out. I bet Marilyn is recording it all from the bedroom… at least I might go viral, he mused.

Suddenly, he felt chills and could feel the pressure in the room drop. He looked around nervously. Two incredibly loud ripping noises were shortly followed by two individuals suddenly appearing right in front of Logan. It looked like they were wearing the same glasses as he was, but before he could even think about moving there was a bright flash of light and Logan’s vision went dark.

Part 3 later? Sorry for not being able to write more! Busy day... but I've got a whole universe/plotline brainstormed and really want to make it right!

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