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some maths which may be correct:

the natural logarithm of 1000 is roughly 2.3

the natural logarithm of 26^4096000 is 4096000(ln(26)) which comes out at roughly 13 million

13 million divided by 2.3 comes out at roughly 5.8 million

so 26^4096000 = e^(4096000(ln(26)) = e^(5.8 million(ln(10)) which means the final answer is very roughly ten to the power of 5.8 million, essentially a 1 followed by about 5,800,000 zeros.

that's a stupid number i honestly don't know why i calculated it

Did you know? Tumblr DOES have a post length limit. Strangely, though, it's based on how many blocks of text you have. Supposedly this implies that you can have any length post so long as it's one block of text? Very strange, will have to investigate further.

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I shoulda shot her the first time I ever laid eyes on her. Logic tells me i didn't shoot 'cause I was fresh out of silver bullets, but that wasn't the real reason. For the first time in my life I'd been outshot, not by Sinclair but by Cupid himself.

I'd heard of her o' course. Not many folk hadn't, the only shot in the west to rival me. Ain't fate a funny thing, that i should end up fallin' for with the only one who could kill me. Perhaps it's not so much funny as it is a sick joke told by a sadist.

We were stood in the centre of the town starin' at each other, both waiting for the other to make a move. The local sheriff was layin' in a pile at her feet and i knew it was over for me. Strangely, I wasn't too scared, if this had to be the end i was sure glad to die lookin' at her.

'Course I couldn't let on. I moved my hand away from the pistol and tried to hold my composure. A death threat usually helps clear my head. "You really oughta be more careful where you show that face of yours Sinclair, the posters say dead or alive, and I don't take nobody alive."

She snarled. They didn't call her the wolf for nothin'. When she spoke her words were violent but the sound was beautiful. If sirens ever lived in the desert, I coulda believed she was one. "Feel free to try me Addams, maybe you could share a grave with the Sheriff here."

She was the only thing for a mile that had any color under the the mid day sun, which burned all colors from the world. I ain't no man's poet, but seein' her there, I saw a single vibrant flower in a field of dying crops. I saw the first light of spring breakin' through the blinding snow. It's exactly the sort of sight I've hated all my life but now seeing her, it felt good. I guess for the first time I truly understood bounties. She was worth every cent of hers.

Still, if there's one thing I take seriously it's death and I sure wasn't about to spend my afterlife with some lousy Sheriff in a one-horse town. I drew my pistol and fired, barely payin' attention to where I shot. I couldn't tear my eyes from her face.

She didn't move.

Usually, she woulda been a quicker draw than me, but I was always the best marksman the west had ever seen. I could throw an apple into the air, shoot clean through the apple and hit a bullseye on the other side. I didn't need to look at my shot to know I'd knocked the hat clean off her head. When I want to miss a target, I'll sure as hell miss.

A smile crept across her face. I don't know why. After an insult like taking her hat from her I expected to be dead. But she never shot me for an insult and boy, do I insult her a lot.

We've worked with each other a lot since, mostly on the wrong side of the law, but I guess that's why they call us outcasts. Since that day, neither of us has drawn on the other. We're a single team, a team that never has and never will be beaten.

I know she'd never let me say it but sometimes when we sleep outdoors, the fire dies and we have to hold each other for warmth. And ever so occasionally, when i know she's fully asleep, I tell her I love her. I make sure it's just loud enough for the stars in the sky to hear, so when we finally lose our touch and get outdrawn, they'll know that I loved her. The stars will remember our love even when the bounty posters forget us.

Maybe we'll even share a grave, so we can hold each other for warmth in the land of the dead.

ofc my first art post has to be a wenclair wild west au <3

#insanely good artwork #you inspired an entire fanfiction out of me #wenclair #netflix wednesday #wednesday #wednesday x enid #wednesday is soft for enid

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"kids these days can't read analogue clocks" Okay??? I cant write cursive or subsistence farm or properly sacrifice beasts to the ancient ones to ensure a plentiful harvest? the wisdom of the old times is constantly being forgotten?

#shitposting

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who up regretting they life choices

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annabeth holds her hand out to stop percy walking into the road if he forgets to look before he crosses (in my head that's like almost every time he crosses a road)

annabeth shuts any cupboards that are open at head level to make sure percy doesn't walk into them

basically i think they both just take turns being responsible and sensible

percy is the type of boyfriend who casually puts his hand over the table corner when annabeth bends down from her chair to pick something up, because he doesn’t want her to hit her back on the corner when she comes back up

he’s also the type of boyfriend who puts his hand on her back and steers her if she’s distractedly looking down at something while they’re walking, because he doesn’t want her to walk into something or someone

and he does these things without even thinking

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reblog if you prioritize women to the point you mock people for liking m/f or m/m ships. im insane

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when the sun comes out and i don't have too many deadlines and i spoke to people and left the house and didn't spend 7hours on my phone, life actually is kinda fun i see the appeal

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tryna be mysterious and off putting but so far no loveable misfits have adopted me as one of their own to slowly break my emotional barriers down until i finally share he tragedy of my life

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hey is anyone gonna ask how much i loved them so i can say "more than you'll ever know"? or am i just supposed to let that burden my soul forever

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if enid doesn’t calvin and hobbes pounce on wednesday at the start of season 2 i’m starting a fuckin riot

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bad news guys

yo this sure as fuck looks like th'innocent flower, ain't no way it's the serpent under't

#macbeth #shitposting #is this too niche

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yo this sure as fuck looks like th'innocent flower, ain't no way it's the serpent under't

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mum come pick me up i just said kitchen nightmares was the antithesis of diners drive ins and dives in an argument im scared

#shitpost

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TIMOTHY SPALL'S IN THIS???

watching a weird 80s or 90s tv drama about people from Newcastle living in Germany and it's genuinely awful but the soundtrack has a kevin macleod style beat that keeps me desperately watching waiting for the whimsical fun to begin

#marauders #wormtail

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one if the people is from the midlands and one of them seems like emo im very attracted to him. the plot seems to be about people beating up someone who gave false witness testimony. this show sucks so bad i might actually start watching

watching a weird 80s or 90s tv drama about people from Newcastle living in Germany and it's genuinely awful but the soundtrack has a kevin macleod style beat that keeps me desperately watching waiting for the whimsical fun to begin

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watching a weird 80s or 90s tv drama about people from Newcastle living in Germany and it's genuinely awful but the soundtrack has a kevin macleod style beat that keeps me desperately watching waiting for the whimsical fun to begin

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not only is my new thesaurus terrible, but it’s also terrible