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fyeahygocardart · 1 year

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Exosister Arment

#Exosister Arment #yugioh #ygo #Exosister Elis #yugioh tcg #ygo tcg

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oldsardens · 7 months

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Xano Armenter - Chess. 2003

#Xano Armenter

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yugiohcardsdaily · 2 years

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Exosister Arment

“Pay 800 LP, then target 1 ‘Exosister’ monster you control; Special Summon 1 ‘Exosister’ Xyz Monster from your Extra Deck with a different name than the cards your control, by using that target as material. (This is treated as an Xyz Summon. Transfer its materials to the Summoned monster.) You can only activate 1 ‘Exosister Arment’ per turn. You can only activate this card during your opponent’s turn, unless your opponent controls a monster Special Summoned from the GY.”

#exosister arment #yugioh #yu-gi-oh #yu-gi-oh cards #duel monsters

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wordsrewritten · 2 years

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If your child is introverted, hangs back in social situations, or prefers to observe rather than engage, respect her. Give her space. Continue showering her with love, and allow her to emerge when she's comfortable. After all, as Rumi said, "It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder."

-Ainsley Arment Call of the Wild + Free

#rumi #introvert #homeschool #Ainsley Arment #call of the wild + free

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ninelivesastrology · 4 months

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“On February 19th, 2007, the first version of Tumblr was founded by David Karp and Marco Arment,” while I don’t know the time it was launched, I’m 70% sure it was launched under the Moon-Venus conjunction in Pisces. I drew up a chart with the suspected and debatable Ascendant… and I have commentary.

A combust Mercury, the planet of writing and technology, is in its Detriment and Fall of Pisces retrograding back into the Sun. Nightmarish. There’s no way Gemini was the Ascendant with Mercury in that condition.

But the lord of the 3rd House in the 11th kind of overrides that simply because it’s a more accurate signification of bringing correspondence and documentation to groups of people. I don’t know.

The Taurus Ascendant with an Exalted Venus in the 11th House fits since Tumblr went onto become this artsy, dreamy form of social media. Let us not even mention the Tumblr-esque pornography and erotica since Venus has its significations in sex as well. It’s eyeroll worthy.

Even people using Tumblr as a vision board and the 11th House presence of aspirations. If this is an accurate rectification, the Moon conjoining Venus is the saving grace.

It’s always highly debated which House rules social media. Some astrologers say it’s the 3rd House. Others say it’s the 11th because of affiliations and like-minded people.

What house do you think rules social media?

#astrology #astro community #astroblr #electional astrology #astrology observations

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jojobee2256 · 1 year

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Kid x panther reader part 2

Part 1, Part 3

Couple months later

You growl loudly as another cannonball soaks you to the core. You had been taking a nice nap in the sun when the first cannonball landed in the water next to you and gave you a nice cold wake-up call. To say you were pissed was an understatement, so the crew avoided coming next to you while they moved closer to the marines so as to board. Until then, it was waiting and pacing with growls at every cannonball coming your way.

"Oi kitty! Stop growling at the crew!" You whip around and glare up at Kid, who was standing next to the door to his quarters. You move to him with graceful steps that all felines have by nature.

"That's not my name!" You swat his leg with your tail, knowing you couldn't win a real fight with the man meant no real attacking either. "And I can't help but growl at the fucking cannonballs." You grumble and then with a lower voice you mutter about how nice your nap was.

"Captain! They are in range to board!" You turn to the crew mate who ran up to the two of you, then back at Kid with a gleam in your eye. He chuckles and ruffles the top of your head.

"Well what are you waiting for, kitty? Go get revenge for your ruined cat nap." He smirks as you swat his leg again and rush off to the side of the ship and jump to the enemies, not wanting to wait for the planks to be put down. On board, you begin to bite and claw away at anyone in a uniform. You used arment Haki on your teeth and claws as well so that even the strongest arms and swords would shatter beneath you. Soon, you had to stop though, because the rest of the crew began to fight on the ship, and you didn't hold back well enough to avoid them while still going full force on the marines. So instead, you make your way down to the bottom of the ship looking for anything pretty to catch your eye.

By the time it began to grow quiet above, you were pissed once again, not a single treasure to add to your pile aside from the usual beli and trinkets such as watches or necklaces. Grumbling around, you made your way to the last room, the captains quarters. You always saved them for last since they seemed to hold the best things. This time, you hoped to find a better mood along with whatever was in there. However, you didn't have too much hope. While you were fighting you don't even remember seeing let alone fighting any marine with a decent fighting level so the captain probably got his title through connections and as the last few ships showed, the weaker the enemy the worse the prize.

You jump on your hind legs to pull the handle down and push the door open. You fall down onto your paws and stalk inside grumpily until you notice an interesting map on the desk, hopefully a treasure map. You begin to purr happily as you saunter towards it. Kidd might stroke your fur again if you find something like this. Maybe even give you a reward. A reward from Kidd, you blush under your fur at where your mind begins to wonder. Snap out of it! He wouldn't want a panther for a mate and certainly not your weak human form either.

Just as you reached the desk the map rested on top of, a jolting pain flies through your side. You spin around to see the captain of the marines swinging down on you for the second time. He must have been hiding in here, waiting to strike down on anyone who entered. This didn't scare you, though. The deep wound on your left side that flowed with your life blood didn't faze you either. No. The only thing in your mind was rage, forget pissed, angry, or mad. You were in complete and utter rage. This man landed such a blow on you and thought he could do it again? He had the nerve to think he could kill you! You growl loudly as you catch the blade in your mouth and shatter it. This lowly-

You lost it.

You roared in rage and pain from the wound he caused, scaring him into falling. You begin to paint the room with a mix of his blood and yours as you tore and throw his body around the room.

??? POV

The crew had just finished killing the rest of the scattered marines and was waiting for you to come out so they could loot the rest of their supplies since you only took things you deemed treasure and not necessities like food. You would always huff when asked why you didn't take any or if it was Kid who asked you would say that if the crew ran out of food you'd just eat the first person to annoy you, which insured that you were always well fed. The crew also knew that if they went down and you were not finding anything, the first person you saw before emerging on deck would most likely end up severely injured.

Just as Kid was beginning to get impatient and thinking of sending down a sacrifice to you, he heard a deafening roar. Now everyone on the crew had heard you growl, purr, and if they were around you when Kid was talking to you, they even heard you speak, but you had never roared. Immediately, Kid and several other crew members ran down below to see what had caused you to do the one thing no one had heard come from your lips. Most went to see what had caused it out of curiosity or worry, but Kid stormed down to kill whatever it was. It didn't matter why you roared, good or bad. He had asked you numerous times to roar for him, but you always replied with 'I don't roar whenever you want' or 'I would kill you if you heard it'. Whatever it was, got you to do one of the two things you never gave in to when Kid asked you to do it. Roar and see your human form.

When they finally get to the right room, it was easy to tell something had happened before they even open the door because blood was leaking out from the crack under it. This caused all but Kid to hesitate in walking up and opening it. When he did, he was greeted with red splattered across the walls and furniture while you repeatedly stamped on what could only be assumed to be what's left of whoever painted the room. You yourself were covered in the red substance, and when you noticed the movement near the door, you snapped your head around with a low growl.

Your POV

You see Kid standing there with a stunned expression before a large grin broke out on his face.

"So that's why you said you'd kill me. Did the guy piss you off that much, kitty?" You feel your rage fueled high lowering and you huff before turning and looking where the map was. It was soaked through and caused you to growl again. The one good thing in this whole fucking ship and now it's ruined. You stagger slightly due to feeling light headed and dizzy thanks to your aching wound that somehow managed to go unnoticed by your captain. you huff again before walking past the crew, ignoring the bloody mess.

"I'm going to finish my nap. Don't wake me up unless your name is Kid, or you want to end up like the man covering the room." You say as you carefully walk out and onto the deck so that your wound will continue to go unnoticed. Once on deck, you walk weakly over a plank to the ship you called home and towards your favorite spot in the front of the ship to sleep. It had become your space and had a nice array of blankets and pillows along with your satchel of important treasures.

You lost a lot of blood and weren't feeling too good, so you nearly fall into the pillows, ignoring the stare of Killer who had stayed behind to watch the ship. Your last thoughts before falling asleep were how you wanted to kill the man again, as well as praying that no one notices your injury. If they saw you this weak, they may just finish what the marine started and kill you.

You wake up to Kid's voice... again. You wouldn't lie. He gave you a warm feeling when near you. As if you were protected from the world and didn't need to defend yourself, but that didn't stop you from getting annoyed with the attractive alpha male.

"She can clean up after she wakes up! I don't get why you're so upset at her being covered in blood. It's not like she hasn't been covered in it before." Kidd argues to someone. There was only a handful of people who could hold their ground with Kid, so you had a decent idea of who he was arguing with.

"Kid, just think. Why has all the blankets around her become soaked in blood while she is still covered in dry blood? She didn't jump over to the ship. She used a plank, which she never uses, and practically collapsed when she went to sleep." It was silent for a moment as Killer, the one Kid was arguing with, finished explaining. You open your eyes slightly to look at the two of them, still weak from blood loss.

Kid was tense and whipped his head to where you lay on the wet blankets. Your eyes meet for a split second before you avert your eyes. You look to the side instead, but soon Kid's boots are all that you see.

"(Y/N)," you look up at the owner of the boots. "Get up and wash yourself." You hold back a whimper as you try to stand only to get your torso a few inches from where it was laying before falling down with a thump. You then turn your head to the other side so he is out of your view. You hear him let out a low growl of his own before speaking. "Get the fuck up (Y/N)!" You flinch slightly at his tone before sighing.

"I can't. Lost too much blood already." By now, a bunch of crew members had gathered around. "Throw me overboard if you want, I dislike being so weak myself, so I don't expect anyone to deal with it either." You could feel the tension of the crew thanks to the immense anger that radiated off of Kid. You knew you wouldn't be able to hide the wound for long, but you had at least hoped to be healed enough to still fight. That way you would still have a purpose to Kid. Now you were going to die, whether it be by bleeding out or drowning.

"Killer!" Kid suddenly lifts you up as if you were nothing. You sat in his arms like a regular house cat with your injured side facing out. Once again, you were reminded of how strong your captain was, and it made you feel warm inside despite the cold that came with your blood drained body.

"Already gave the order." You look to see several of the crew members running around with medical supplies while the lone doctor gave out instructions. "Doc says the sick bay isn't big enough, so he has a spot on the upper deck getting set up." Kid nods at his first mate and begins to carry you up to where the doctor was waiting. What the hell was going on!

"I won't let you die so easily, kitty." You look up at Kid. His face was hard with determination, yet it softened when he looked down at your confused face. Why would he save the weak?

#one piece #kid x reader #eustass kid #eustass x reader

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set-sail-your-thoughts · 4 months

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Happy Birthday @tumblr

Today in Media History: David Karp and Marco Arment launched Tumblr in 2007. On February 19, 2007, the first version of the Tumblr microblogging service was founded by David Karp and Marco Arment.

#happy birthday #Tumblr

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mitchipedia · 27 days

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Nifty: Cometeer ships concentrated frozen gourmet coffee in single-service pods for your home and business. Dilute it and drink it hot or cold.

I found out about this when Marco Arment brought it up on the Accidental Tech Podcast.

Arment is a coffee enthusiast—he even roasted his own beans at home for a while—but he’s been busy, and his house, including his kitchen, is under construction, so he used Cometeer and bought take-out coffee.

He says the Cometeer coffee is excellent, but it is too expensive and too much hassle to make it a regular habit. Yes, it’s convenient once it’s in your freezer, but it has to be kept frozen until it’s there.

Cometeer ships in allotments of 32 or 64 one-cup pods. Their least expensive rate comes to $2 per cup. I guess that’s not bad for take-out coffee, but it’s too much for the coffee you have at home.

Still, a neat idea.

Arment is a tech podcaster (obvs, his podcast is called the Accidental Tech Podcast), developer of the Overcast podcast app, and formerly in charge of technology for Tumblr.

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realmadridnews · 2 months

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Real Madrid Castilla - CD Alcoyano 3:1

scorers: 1:0, Lorenzo 14'

2:0, Paz 59'

2:1, Selma 72'

3:1, Aparicio 90+2'

Real Madrid Castilla: Canizares; Carrillo, Asencio, Marvel; Lorenzo, Angel (85' Aparicio), Mario Martin, Palacios (77' Theo Zidane), Obrador (77' Cuenca), Paz, Alvaro Rodriguez (85' David Gonzalez)

CD Alcoyano: Valens; Anton, Farru, Ferriz (83' Carrasco), Nieto; Imanol Garcia, De Palmas (83' Ganet), Armental (46' Aguero), Casanova, Lara (61' Laskurain); Belar (61' Selma)

#Real Madrid Castilla #CD Alcoyano #Primera RFEF #Real Madrid Castilla results

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aurevoirmonty · 4 months

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La France, la Russie et les traîtres (suite2)

C’est là un concept foireux. Aux Amériques, par exemple, les Anglais s’étaient alliés avec les Cherokees : trahison civilisationnelle. Les Français s’étaient alliés avec les Sioux : trahison civilisationnelle. En 1914, les Allemands se sont alliés aux Ottomans : trahison civilisationnelle. En 1895, les Anglais arment les Ethiopiens contre les Italiens : trahison civilisationnelle. Les Américains avaient des Noirs dans leur armée en 1944 : trahison civilisationnelle. Pour faire échec aux ambitions de Charles-Quint, François Ier s’était allié au Grand Turc : trahison civilisationnelle. Les Russes acceptent que des tchétchènes se battent à leurs côtés : trahison civilisationnelle. Les Ukrainiens acceptent des jihadistes dans leurs rangs pour cartonner des Russes : trahison civilisationnelle. En réalité, il n’y pas de " trahison civilisationnelle". Dès lors que l’ennemi principal est défini, un État noue des alliances pour tenter d’anéantir la menace. Cela s’appelle la diplomatie ; tout simplement. Un nationaliste français qui soutient aujourd’hui l’Ukraine de Zelensky pour défendre une "petite nation injustement attaquée" obéit très exactement au même réflexe que ces patriotes français qui en 1939 étaient prêts à aller en découdre avec les Boches pour sauver la Pologne, et l’année suivante pour sauver la république française qui était pourtant déjà bien vermoulue. Une partie d’entre eux est ensuite allée à Londres rejoindre le général de Gaulle. C’est le réflexe de la « petite patrie », qui nourrit les querelles et les haines entre Européens et qui nous a fait tant de mal. Quatre-vingt années après la victoire des alliés de mai 1945, on voit le résultat. Dans l’entre-deux guerres, les nationalistes français avaient déjà parfaitement conscience de la dégénérescence raciale imposée par le régime républicain : Drieu La Rochelle, Brasillach, Céline, Pierre-Antoine Cousteau, Henri Béraud, Lucien Rebatet et quelques autres s’étaient élevés contre cet envahissement des étrangers encouragé par le régime. Il s’agissait à l’époque des juifs, des Italiens, des Arméniens, des Noirs, des Algériens et des Annamites. C’était le début de la grande invasion que nous connaissons. Les intellectuels français avaient fait leur travail en nous mettant en garde contre ce qui se préparait. Les forces en présence aujourd’hui sont exactement les mêmes qu’en 1940. Les projets sont les mêmes. C’est une guerre à mort qui ne peut se solder que par l’anéantissement d’un des deux camps. Et il ne faut pas se tromper de camp. Hervé Ryssen

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fated-mates · 1 year

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Just a reminder that we really love Overcast by indie developer and podcaster Marco Arment. There is no better podcast app out there. If you listen to Fated Mates on an iPhone, it's a no-brainer.

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1264doghouse · 2 years

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