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This has caused great debate among my math friends so I think it needs tumblr's input

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https://youtu.be/eMROoZ3Fc2E?si=u_4_c_WJhTfN4n4y

#funny #Youtube

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Freedom is the right of all sentient beings

#palestine #optimus prime #transformers

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If a worker who isn't the owner says ANYTHING similar to "I'm not really supposed to do this but-" and then does something that helps you, under no circumstances inform the business, including through reviews. You tell them that the worker was polite, professional, the very model of customer service and why you like to go there. You do not breathe a word of the rulebreaking.

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Headcanon: What if Kaiba had found the Puzzle?

@bifca

Sorry for the delay.  It took me a while to come up with a headcanon.

Mokuba was with his brother when they found the box.

Seto Kaiba had taken over Gozaburo’s office along with his corporation.  He’d moved in immediately and started cleaning house, his scowl growing deeper, more firmly etched into place with each file he opened.  Mokuba watched him in silence. His brother was too busy to talk and even when he wasn’t, he was distant, as though he had moved into a different time zone without leaving the room.  

Mokuba’s attention had wandered when he heard Kaiba’s sharp intake of breath.

“Nisama?” he asked, turning his brother’s title into a question.

Kaiba grunted.  He was leaning over a small box, poking at whatever was inside.

“I found this thrown into the bottom of a drawer.  I wonder what Gozaburo wanted with it.”  He held up a letter, read it and grunted again.  “One of his public relations gimmicks was funding an archeological dig.  I guess we put him off orphanages for good.”

Mokuba came over and peered inside the box.  “And they gave him some sort of puzzle as a thank you?  It looks like gold, it must be valuable… but I never saw him play with anything before… well, except for chess.  I wonder what it’s supposed to be.”

Two pieces were stuck together.  The rest lay in a heap at the bottom of the box.  “He didn’t get far, at any rate.”  Kaiba picked up the conjoined pieces and turned them over.  They’d been rammed together awkwardly.  Kaiba threw back his head and laughed.  “He only got two of them to stick and they don’t even belong together.”  

Seto worked on them for a moment.  There was something satisfying about undoing his adoptive father’s handiwork, about the way the pieces sprang free.

“There’s something engraved on the inside of the lid,” Mokuba said, tracing the hieroglyphs with his finger.

“Whoever puts this puzzle together will be granted his deepest wish,” Kaiba read slowly, wondering why he instantly knew what the unfamiliar shapes meant as though he’d breathed in the knowledge with the air.  “That’s stupid.  Wishes are for children.”  Kaiba threw the pieces back in the box and slammed the lid.  But Mokuba noticed his brother kept the box on the top of his desk.

Over the next few days, Mokuba caught his brother twisting the pieces together after particularly difficult board meetings.  On the day that Kaiba Corporation’s weapons factories closed their doors, Kaiba managed to put the first two together.  More followed, matching each milestone in the new Kaiba Corporation that his brother was building.  

As as the puzzle came together Kaiba looked less haunted.  But that wasn’t enough for Mokuba.  His brother still didn’t look happy. He looked careworn and creased and defeated by his new responsibilities in a way that Gozaburo had never managed.

Then finally, months after they’d found the box, the day came when there was only one piece left.  Mokuba looked at the almost completed puzzle.  It was easy to see that it was an upside-down pyramid now.  He couldn’t help but remember the words on the inside lid, the words his brother had discarded and forgotten.

“Can I help you put in the last piece?” Mokuba asked.

“Of course,” Kaiba answered with a smile.  “I was waiting for you.  It’s only right that we do it the same way we do everything else – as a team.”

As their fingers slid the last piece in, Mokuba closed his eyes and whispered, far too softly to be heard by his brother, “Please, all I want is for Nisama to find a friend…. someone who’ll look after him the way he does for me.”  

Mokuba smiled as he heard the last piece click into place, as if the Puzzle itself, now gleaming in his brother’s hands, had nodded in answer.

#seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #ygo #like a fic reblog a fic

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oh fuck this is a really good hill i gotta die on this

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I love Reddit sometimes.

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[google search history]

what to do with drunken sailor

how to deal with drunken sailor

how to deal with drunken sailor early morning

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when you try to get into the png nightclub but you see the dotted rectangle surrounding the bouncer stretch him wider to block the entrance cus ur not on his clipboard

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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????

I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.

Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?

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The newest quarto binding, featuring my first hand-wound headbands - the four finished stories in the watchmen Carrefour AU. Cover design meant to evoke the idea of crossroads, along with marigolds, which were an important image in the story. I wrote these collectively with Daylilymoon back in the day, and it's one of my fondest memories. Daylily if you are still around, please reach out to me, I'd love to make you a copy too--and I won't even fuck up the spelling on the spine, for your version DX

Text is Sylfean, Trajan Pro for the titles and drop caps, Caslon Antique for the cover text. Chapter header graphic and back cover version of the Kalfu veve by me. The text block was printed on some rustic, thick grain paper that I bought ages ago at Meiningers and I have no idea what the brand was, but it seemed appropriate for an 1800s era story. Cover and endpapers are art paper also from the art store. Siser metal HTV as usual.

I cannot believe I misspelled the spine, aughhhhhhhhh

#CARREFOUR AU MY BELOVED #i can’t believe i actually recognized the name immediately but it IS my favorite watchmen AU ever #this looks so cool op #watchmen

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oh shit, it's 3/21/23, 32123, palindrome day

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This is what happened when a fanfic site is profit driven. Wattpad sucks 😞

The email from Wattpad is so condescending imagine pressuring writers to update and work while they are doing it for free and fun. Also the discovery? Algorithm? Of Wattpad looks like a stressful popularity contest 😑

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Imagine, for a moment, that your internet just stopped loading images one day. Your dash might look pretty different (and less usable), but at least you can still make posts — whether about your internet situation, or about completely unrelated topics.

Then, imagine that one or more of your posts blew up, to the tune of hundreds if not thousands of notes. Imagine people started adding images to your posts.

Imagine your post circulating almost entirely in the form with four or five images attached, and with everyone in the notes laughing about those images — except you, who started the post in the first place, who can't even see those images because you're trapped in Tumblr's loading gradient hellscape.

You're excluded from any further conversations on your own post, because someone added a mystery image with the caption "don't leave this in the tags," but you have no idea which set of tags it is, and can't tell if it's one of the good takes from the tags or one of the horrible takes from the tags. You're excluded from the Tumblr users playing with JPEGs like dolls. You can try to guess the contents of the images based on people's reactions, but it's hard. And no one adding images even seems to notice the irony.

This is, of course, a real problem plaguing Tumblr users with regularly slow internet. And it's also a huge, insidious problem plaguing blind and low vision people who rely on either screen readers, or image descriptions in combination with enlarged text on their device.

People with disabilities around comprehending images, people who have images (or gifs) disabled due to photosensitivity, and many others are also affected.

If you add an image to a post without either alt text, an in-post image description, or even both for maximal inclusivity, you don't know if OP — or the person whose tags you're peer reviewing, or whose reply you're screenshotting — will actually be able to see it. From their perspective, you might just be shoving a mystery rectangle in their face, expecting them to be able to guess — or responding to them without them being able to know.

Imagine being on the receiving end of that expectation constantly. Imagine how isolating that must feel.

We need, collectively, to stop making assumptions that everyone we interact with online will be able to access, physically see, and mentally process images. The assumption that disabled people are vanishingly rare and statistically shouldn't really need to be considered is an assumption of structural and/or implicit ableism.

Write image descriptions. Write image descriptions for every image you post, if you're able — but if you have limited energy, or you're still learning, you should at least start trying your absolute best to describe images you add to other people's posts. If you're starting a conversation, even an online conversation, you should make your best effort to be accessible.

So: Write IDs, especially if they're as simple as just text, like screenshotted tags (link to guide). Write IDs even if you think the best ID you can write is too short, or too incomplete (link to post explaining why even "bad" IDs help).

Write IDs in general (link to a huge compilation of guides). Challenge ableist assumptions and inaccessibility.

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new tarot card Zero of Cups. no cups

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