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_Samwyn_ (instagram) mostly posting screens from BDO, ESO, and GW2 ♥️

[🎃 Samy 🍁 @TweetVarja]

@NewsBlackDesert What even is this?? When I thought it cant get any worse 😫

[🎃 Samy 🍁 @TweetVarja]

@afremovartcom I love this one, so beautiful 🥰

[AL-fira 🇨🇳 @UlyssesFinn]

Did you know? There's a script in the world that men couldn't read—and were never allowed to.

This is Nüshu, originating from Hunan, China.
In feudal society thousands of years ago, women were denied education.
With no access to ink and paper, they improvised—using bamboo slivers as brushes and soot from woks as ink—to create a brand new writing system of their own!
It was the silent cry of women in a patriarchal age, and a millennium of wisdom inscribed on handkerchiefs and fans. Incredible!👍

[🎃 Samy 🍁 @TweetVarja]

@KeruboSk This is me in 95% if not even all of it .. and people call me lazy or depressed and I dont feel depressed (but sometines do believe them that I am maybe just lazy ☹️)

[Gaming Since NES @GamingSinceNES]

Me in Crimson Desert when I only have 30 minutes to play, so I just enjoy the scenery. 😌

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@Timmysofine All! Of this is my bf ☹️

[Aakash Gupta @aakashgupta]

I worked at Epic Games for two years. This is real, and the strategy behind it is smarter than most people realize.

Tim Sweeney has spent nearly two decades buying North Carolina forest land. 50,000+ acres across 15 counties. He’s now one of the largest private landowners in the state. The purchases started in 2008, right after the real estate collapse wiped out developers who had been planning golf resorts and luxury communities on biodiverse wilderness.

Sweeney paid $15 million for Box Creek Wilderness, a 7,000-acre stretch in the Blue Ridge foothills containing 130+ rare and threatened species. Developers had owned 5,000 of those acres before the crash. He bought them for conservation prices when nobody else was bidding.

He runs the acquisitions through an LLC called “130 of Chatham.” He buys the land, holds it for years, then either donates it to the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, sells it at a discount to state parks, or hands it to land trusts. In 2021, he donated 7,500 acres in the Roan Highlands to the Southern Appalachian Highlands Conservancy. Largest private land donation in North Carolina history.

The part people miss: he told the News & Observer that since 2021, land got too expensive to keep buying. So he shifted focus to converting his existing 50,000 acres into permanent conservation status. He’s locking the land into legal structures that make development impossible regardless of who owns it in the future.

A billionaire worth roughly $6 billion is spending tens of millions acquiring wilderness specifically during economic downturns, then giving it away or placing it under permanent legal protection. The land will outlast him, Epic Games, and Fortnite.

That’s the part that separates Sweeney from billionaires who write checks to get their name on a building. The building depreciates. The forest compounds.

[🎃 Samy 🍁 @TweetVarja]

@Matt_Pinner Bruce, Atila, Hank, Thanos
He is adorable 🥰

[Where Winds Meet @WhereWindsMeet_]

[Goose Overlord's Diary Ⅷ]

A new year rises over the Jianghu.

May prosperity find you.
May your blade stay sharp.
May your path be steady.
May you never forget to look behind you…

Because I might be there.

Happy New Year, Wanderers.
— Goose Overlord

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[Pascal Bornet @pascal_bornet]

China just turned the night sky into a masterpiece of precision and intelligence. 🌌

What struck me most about this is how seamlessly innovation turns into art.

A drone show in Chongqing just broke the Guinness World Record with 11,787 synchronized drones, creating breathtaking 3D animations that looked closer to CGI than real life.

No human pilots.
No delays.
No crashes.
Every movement guided by AI and GPS, choreographed with perfect timing.

To me, this is far more than a light show.
It’s a glimpse into how technology, creativity, and coordination can merge to shape a new era of expression and innovation.

When intelligence takes flight, it doesn’t just illuminate the sky — it redefines what’s possible.

Could this be the moment where technology begins to turn the world itself into its stage?

#AI #Innovation #Technology #Drones #Automation #Creativity #China #Engineering #FutureOfWork #DigitalArt

Credits: longliveai

[🎃 Samy 🍁 @TweetVarja]

Seraph ❤️

#bdoeu #bdoremastered #bdodk #blackdesert_screenshot #blackdesertonlineremastered #bdo #blackdesertonline #bdotermian #bdoscreenshot #blackdesertonlinescreens #bdoseraph

[🎃 Samy 🍁 @TweetVarja]

@GuildWars2 Rest in peace Mr.Ward 😞

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@Rosyla_SN @ShrinesLegacy Same here ❤️

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@ElonMuskNews47 Big yes!! So
A

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@MoirethGaming @Enezator Same 😭😭

[Libriscent @libriscent]

Never trust someone who gets upset over your reaction to their actions. They hurt you, you respond, and suddenly you're the problem.
That's manipulation.

[Travis Akers 🇺🇸 @travisakers]

A message from a Kindergarten teacher:

After forty years in the classroom, my career ended with one small sentence from a six-year-old:

“My dad says people like you don’t matter anymore.”

No sneer. No malice. Just quiet honesty — the kind that cuts deeper because it’s innocent. He blinked, then added, “You don’t even have a TikTok.”

My name is Mrs. Clara Holt, and for four decades, I taught kindergarten in a small Denver suburb. Today, I stacked the last box on my desk and locked the door behind me.

When I started teaching in the early 1980s, it felt like a promise — a shared belief that what we did mattered. We weren’t rich, but we were valued. Parents brought warm cookies to parent nights. Kids gave you handmade cards with hearts that didn’t quite line up. Watching a child sound out their first sentence felt like magic.

But that world slowly slipped away. The job I once knew has been replaced by exhaustion, red tape, and a kind of loneliness I can’t quite describe.

My evenings used to be filled with construction paper, glitter, and glue sticks. Now they’re spent filling out digital reports to protect myself from angry emails or lawsuits. I’ve been yelled at by parents in front of twenty-five children — one filming me with his phone while I tried to calm another child mid-meltdown.

And the kids… they’ve changed too. Not by choice.

They arrive tired, anxious, overstimulated. Their tiny fingers know how to swipe a screen before they can hold a crayon. Some can’t make eye contact or wait in line. We’re expected to fix all of it — to patch the gaps, heal the trauma, teach the curriculum, and document every move — in six hours a day, with resources that barely fill a drawer.

The little reading corner I once built, full of soft beanbags and paper stars, was replaced by data charts and “learning metrics.” A young principal once told me, “Clara, maybe you’re too nurturing. The district wants measurable results.”

As if kindness were a weakness.

Still, I stayed. Because of the small, holy moments that no spreadsheet could measure —
a whisper of, “You remind me of my grandma.”
a shaky note that read, “I feel safe here.”
a quiet boy finally meeting my eyes and saying, “I read the whole page.”

Those tiny sparks were my reason to keep showing up.

But this last year broke something in me.

The aggression grew sharper. The laughter in the staff room turned to silence. The light went out of so many eyes. I watched brilliant teachers — my friends — vanish under the weight of burnout, their joy replaced by survival.

I felt myself fading too, like chalk on a board that’s been wiped one too many times.

So today, I began my goodbye. I pulled faded art off the walls and tucked thirty years of handmade cards into a single box. In the back of a drawer, I found a letter from a student from 1998:

“Thank you for loving me when I was hard to love.”

I sat on the floor and cried.

No party. No applause. Just a handshake from a young principal who called me “Ma’am” while checking his notifications.

I left my rocking chair behind, and my sticker box too. What I carried with me were the memories — the faces of hundreds of children who once trusted me enough to reach out their hands and learn. That can’t be uploaded. It can’t be measured. It can’t be replaced.

I miss when teachers were partners, not targets. When parents and educators worked side by side, not in opposition. When schools cared more about wonder than numbers.

So if you know a teacher — any teacher — thank them. Not with a mug or a gift card, but with your words. With your respect. With your understanding that behind every test score is a heart that cared enough to try.

Because in a world that often overlooks them, teachers are the ones who never forget our children.

[🎃 Samy 🍁 @TweetVarja]

Summertime 🏖️👒⛱️🌊
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[🎃 Samy 🍁 @TweetVarja]

Summertime 🌊⛱️👒🏖️
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