#minesweeper is not that hard

[terra-s-idea-graveyard]

I don't know how we got to that point, but I had to explain minesweeper to my sibling. We both grew up with it preinstalled on windows, so how ?? do you not know how to play??

[kimquatz]

I'm tired of gacha games... no more gacha...... 2025 im getting into minesweeper and brain age

[roditsch]

Steinadler's gestalt - Augustina!

Augustina Tankian is vinetian minesweeper, who never wanted to be, but not complaining.

She is "weirdo", who never heard of concept of embarrassment. Direct and cheerful, her hobby is knocking out conservative people with her shameless words. Though, Augie is neat with words when she need it.

She wasn't sent to Leng because she is skillful and ingenuous, explosives are her besties that she knows as her nine fingers. Her salary is mostly spent on different science literature, on vacation she is wander in abandoned and ruined libraries, looking for anything interesting. Kinda scientist on her own, sometimes she could cross the bonder, but somehow keep alive.

Augie seems inert about things people tell about her. In youth she dreamt about being "normal" and not let shame on her parents.

and there's her explosive protection version

[altruistic-meme]

how do you sweep mines?

HI MILO I WOULD BE DELIGHTED TO EXPLAIN!!! minesweeper is very fun to me and it gets shit on a lot bc people don't realize that it's actually pretty simple once you understand the way the game works ;;;

the only real trick to it is this: the number = how many mines are touching that space. if there is a 1, then that 1 is in contact with only 1 mine. no more, no less. if the number is 3 then that space is in contact with 3 mines. so on and so forth. that's it! that's the game! (keep in mind: this includes diagonals! every space CAN be touching 8 other spaces)

BUT i get that it can still be sort of hard to wrap your head around, SO let's do a little bit of a break down of a level of minesweeper that i completed :)

so you've opened minesweeper and tapped the screen. the layout you get is as seen above; great, but what now?

my first step is always this: find the 1s on the corners. i find that the corners are the easiest place to start because they're the most obvious location that you will find mines. if there is a 1 sticking off of a corner, then that corner will ALWAYS be a mine.

as you can see, every one of the untapped spaces circled has at least one 1 touching it and the 1 is touching only that untapped space. this means that the untapped space is a mine, because there are no other untapped spaces that the 1s on the corners are touching. so, we switch to our flags and we mark these spots. this is our starting point and we will build everything else off of the certainty that these seven flags are 100% mines.

next, we want to rule out any other mines we might be able to before we start clearing the board. how? here's an explanation for how i found two of them:

the 1 i've circled is touching two untapped spaces, and one of those we've already used the corner trick to determine has a mine on it. this means that the second space cannot have a mine, because the 1 can only be touching one mine. that space is clear.

here, the 2 above the 1 is touching three untapped spaces; the one mine we've already determined, the one clear space we've determined, and one additional space. based on the information we have, we know that the third space must have a mine.

finally, the next 2 is also only touching three untapped spaces; the space we know is clear, the space we've determined has a mine based on the previous 2, and the one above that. again, we can know that the third space has a mine because it is the only place the mine could be.

we do this to every area we can. i only found 3 during this game, but there will sometimes be more! next: you start clearing the spaces you know are safe.

as you can see, i got trigger happy and laid a few extra flags as i went, but i was following the same process:

if there is a corner, mark the mine.

if there is a 1 that is already touching a mine, clear out every other space the 1 is touching.

if you already know where the mines are on any others, clear out around those.

just keep following that process, marking mines as you go, and eventually-

:)

i think it definitely takes a little bit of practice, and a lot of trial and error, but once you get it down it gets much much easier!

if you have any questions i am always happy to help :33

[yupuffin]

Oh wow Minesweeper is actually a really good grounding (?) activity

[anton-the-cock]

I've been playing so much minesweeper lately that i decided trying to play it without marking the mines as an experiment

[gayarograce]

she analyze on my computational complexity til i pp-hard

[nxthingmxtters]

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🐾🙀😻 --- Animal themed headcanon prompts (🐲 ---- Is your muse hot-headed? Do they have a short-temper? If so, what are some signs that they're getting to the boiling point.)

Martha's blood always ran a little hot. It's only natural as a Kane, and being the sole daughter out of five children growing up, Martha learned to stand up for herself quite quickly. She wasn't a terror by any means but if trouble came along, she wasn't afraid to butt heads and step on a few toes along the way for good measure. After Bruce's death however, Martha became a lot less assertive and a lot more aggressive, her temper becoming as unpredictable as her mood swings. As the Joker, Martha is often laughing at this and that but she almost never truly laughs unlike when she was still Martha Wayne. Henchmen learn fast not to trust that smile, that not every laugh is out of amusement. It's even more worrisome if Martha doesn't laugh at all - a quiet Joker is a dangerous one and if she's not talking you can be sure something NASTY is going on in her head. She's already lived through the worst day of her life and nothing can top it so she's not as short-tempered as one might think. Only a few situations (and people) can really push her buttons and when it gets to that point trouble isn't far off. She doesn't give much - if any warning at all, so if the Joker is talking and talking but not making a single joke or laugh, you'd best beware!

[teacup-captor]

Nothing is happening at all and everything physically hurts like I've just been left by everyone and had my heart broken by my mother yet again

[ghostbonetv]

Me: ill play one quick game of minesweeper and then I'll start on my work

Me 3 hours later severely dehydrated and about to fall asleep: jsut one more game

[raidenautism]

i think there’s something that’s just so intimate about the idea of L having a partner who’s just as inquisitive as he is.

he’s the type of guy who wants to understand everything about everything, and everything about you.

so it shouldn’t be surprising that L sees a genuine and enveloping appeal to the idea of having a partner who’s just as open minded and curious as he is. maybe you’re not as blunt or as socially awkward in the same way that he is, but your brains function and perform on a level that just compliment each other so perfectly that it leaves you both satisfied at the end of the day, even if you don’t exchange more than a few brief words.

having that extra perspective that pans out the idea map to such a great scale is just something that he can’t get enough of. you make for an exceptional companion, he says, which doesn’t seem to be very intimate at all, but since his brain is consistently in a logical state of mind, you understand that his words mean much more than what they tangibly present themselves as.

the concept of having a partner who thinks in such a similar, yet different fashion than him is something he can only describe as feeling whole. the other half he didn’t know he was missing, the half he can no longer live without.

of course, he thinks dependency is unhealthy, as do you. but your closeness is so unmatched that you just begin to think of each other as an extension of one’s own self.

it’s hard not to, you prompt discussions with each other about even the most trivial of subjects. so what if you don’t play minesweeper the same way he does? well, he thinks the way you play is nonsensical. why not go for a quick time instead of flagging every mine?

yes i wholeheartedly believe that L is a sweephead are you kidding me he’s exactly the type. sweepheads stay winning btw

[thesiltverses]

Oh great writer of cruel worlds & brilliant narratives, I, a beginner, have questions of existential dread to ask you —

I feel like I want to be someone who writes great stories, much more than I want to write great stories. What do I do? Perhaps the internet has eaten my whole attention span. But it is so hard to write. I used to be able to, easily, but it's so hard to start.

Do you have advice that doesn't involve blood sacrifice?

Hi! My advice would be...

Experiment to find a healthy routine that gets you kicking off the work in the most focused possible conditions, and then stick to that routine as much as possible (is it easier to concentrate early in the morning? Does it help to work out first or go for a walk?)

Figure out what's distracting you in the low moments and destroy it - if it is the internet, work offline and shut down all your tabs. If it's your phone, then move it to the next room. Set yourself an alarm for 30 minutes of entirely focused writing time, then gradually increase the length.

Don't agonise over the Big Project until the blank page becomes your tombstone. Instead, muck about with constrained writing techniques to get your engines running again. Use a random-word generator or stab a finger in a dictionary and then force yourself to write a short story centred around those words. Try writing a lipogram or a rhopalism or some haiku. Experiment with a medium that means nothing to you and that you can approach purely as a novelty and a lark - write a Choice of Games CYOA or a Chuck Tingle absurd erotica.

Don't let the bad habits eat you; you're bigger than they are. It's very easy and weirdly satisfying to shake your head and conclude, "damn, the internet has ruined my attention span, I really can't write any more" and then go back to mindlessly clicking between tabs or playing Minesweeper at 8.30am because it's like you've solved the problem, you've found the root of your woes. (speaking from personal experience). But that's wrong. You are not a ruined mind permanently poisoned by digital distraction, you're just someone who could do with forming better habits to get the best result. We all are.

You've got this! Good luck. No blood sacrifices required (they're just for fun).

[dfortrafalgar]

It's A Match

Law x Fem Reader

Maybe some things are just meant to be.

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. did you know if you open your google docs at 1am and find over 10 finished or almost finished fics from the start of requests on this blog that you might feel immense amounts of guilt never seen before in mankind? me neither

ugh. i miss law. and this blog... sorry to keep ya'll waiting so long </3

This is the second part to my request fic An Out!

Warnings: None! Just lighthearted fluff and good vibes <3

Law snorted at his phone before shoving it back into the pocket of his baggy sweatshirt, trying to turn his focus back to his anatomy textbook in preparation for an upcoming exam.  It was quite hard to fully turn his mind off, however.

A rumor had started circulating around the small college campus by a certain girl, peeved at how ‘Her date ended in a complete disaster!  She walked in on him making out with another woman!  He led her on!  He’s such a scumbag!’  Given this girl’s reputation as a fairly popular figure, the accusations were quickly pointed at Law.  Not like his friends helped to bail him out in the slightest.  Though, she failed to mention many important details, such as the fact that they were in a public bookstore, the fact that she spent the better part of three hours insulting everything about Law’s personality and interests, and had made him pay for her overpriced lunch with his already feeble college income.  Not like her expansive social circle would care about Law’s point of view, anyway.

Oh well.  It certainly could’ve been worse.

And besides, the girl Law did end up dating as a result of his disaster outing ended up being the best thing to ever happen to him, and it had only been about a month.

She was quick on her feet, dedicated and committed to her friends, hobbies, and work.  She was as intelligent as she was witty, sensitive and empathetic, the kind of girl who would help elderly folk cross a busy street… and then bash a dent into the side of a pompous asshole’s overpriced SUV for not stopping while she helped the elders.  And it was true that she attended the same college as Law.  She was even in one of his general education lectures, but the class attendance was so large that she had never stuck out to him.

Until now, of course.

Now, he turned heads by making a beeline toward her at the start of every lecture, the girl moving her bag to the side to free up the seat she had been clearly saving for him.  He dutifully took notes on PowerPoint slides that had no relevance to his future as a cardiopulmonary surgeon while she whittled away the monotonous hours playing Minesweeper on her laptop.  But she was the one who would lend him the required reading for the class, Law being too frugal to pay for his textbooks himself and instead choosing to coin them off of others, or straight up pirate them.

They seemed like a match made in heaven.

“And I’m Dr. Heart Stealer’s girlfriend,” she boasted to nobody but Law while taking a bite out of her deli sandwich in the cafeteria.  “If I ever see that girl on campus again, I hope you dip me super far down and make out with me sloppy style.”

Law nearly choked on the potato chip in his mouth.  “Never say that ever again.”

“What, you don’t want to make out with me?” she asked, feigning offense, clearly knowing that he was more concerned about the other part of her sentence.

“No, I want to make out with you.  But if you ever say ‘sloppy style’ to my face ever again I’m getting a restraining order.”  The look in his eyes told her that he was serious, but the smirk on his lips proved otherwise.

“And Dr. Heart Stealer claims another victim,” she sighed woefully.

Law flicked a chip crumb from his hand toward her, laughing under his breath as it bounced off of her forehead.  A surprised giggle left her throat as she pretended to scoff at him.  She swallowed a witty comment with a hefty bite of her sandwich.

“I’m too hungry to keep bickering with you,” she muttered with her mouth full.

“There’ll be plenty more time for that,” Law countered, smiling into the back of his tattooed hand.  A chime sounded on his phone, causing him to pull the device from his pocket.

“Time to go?” she asked, wrapping up her unfinished sandwich in the aluminum foil it had come in.

“Unfortunately,” Law groaned.  “I have another exam this afternoon.”

“You’re going to become the world’s greatest surgeon with the amount of tests they make you take as an undergrad,” she added, packing up her things and watching with bright eyes as Law did as well.  “If I ever have a severe heart condition, I’d want you to give me a transplant.”

‘There’d probably be conflict of interest about a surgeon operating on his wife,’ he thought, before quickly scrambling his thoughts.  His cheeks flushed with a deep red hue.

“Hey, what about that was so crazy?!” she demanded with a laugh.  “Why are you blushing?”

She slipped her hand into his, noting his quiet mumble in response, as they proceeded out of the dining hall and into the chill air of early autumn.  She shivered and pulled the collar of her coat tighter around her neck with her free hand.  “I don’t know how you can stay so warm dressed in so little,” she sighed.

“When you’re raised in the North Blue, you get used to the cold,” he stated back.

“Us South Blue folk don’t have it so easy, but you’d probably melt instantly in our summers,” she replied with a laugh.

“I don’t know how to swim, either, so that would definitely suck.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” she demanded, whirling around to face Law and cutting off his walking path.  “You don’t know how to swim?!”

“Nope,” he responded, accentuating the P sound with his lips.  “My dad likes to joke that I’m cursed or something.  When I get in the water, I just sink.”

“I’ll teach you how to swim,” she boasted reassuringly.  “I only ever float.”

Law glanced down at her chest for a brief second, then back up to her eyes.  She smirked at him.

“Saw that.”

“Did not.”

“Did too.”

Instead of continuing the endless cycle of denial, Law simply laughed, snatching her hand back into his and dragging her to her own dorm building so they could depart and he could take his last exam of the day.

“Want me to get anything while you’re hunched over some paper?” she asked.

“Some popcorn would be nice,” he answered.

“And a movie?  We can watch that new crappy B-rank film that just came out LineTube.”

Law answered her last question by placing a warm, slightly chapped kiss against her lips.  “A movie sounds fantastic, baby.”

With a wide smile and sparkling eyes, she nodded and darted back into her building, adrenaline coursing through her veins as a result of his sudden, fiery kiss.  Law chuckled as he watched her round the corner into the building, shouldering his backpack and proceeding toward his lecture hall.

He never thought he could ever have this much fun in a relationship, especially not a romantic one.  He shouldn’t have doubted this girl in the first place though, not with the way she gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a breathtaking kiss and public display of completely fake rom-com style betrayal in order to bail him out of a shitty date.  She had been nothing but a light in his otherwise boring life in the month that had passed.  No longer did Law wake up just to go to class, study, eat, and study some more.  Now his daylight hours were spent hanging out with this gorgeous, hilarious and impactful girl who liked to spurt out facts about insects just as much as he liked to indulge in graphic descriptions of open heart surgery.  And studying, obviously.

His best friends loved making fun of him for it, but he could see it in their eyes just how much they loved her too.  Having her around encouraged Law to go out more often, visit his friends’ apartments, go out to bars and restaurants, or take spontaneous drives around town at night.  He was like an entirely new person.  Still broody and short-tempered, but far more understanding and even somewhat outgoing, more than he had ever been before.

She was like a dream come true.

[sugarphoric]

phone calls with suguru geto are something else.

he's the type to constantly tease you throughout the call, saying its the thing he looks forward to or that it makes his entire day. but make a threat to end it? he's already apologizing and ready to spam call you back.

he'll always have his headphones or earbuds in, and if not, it'll never be on speaker but rather up against his ear. he'd much rather have your cute voice play so close to his senses- its not everyday (it is) when he gets to hear your voice this close to his ear!! plus, these calls are just for him. he can't go around and blast it out to everyone, can he?

and you were the complete opposite. you preferred to have him on speaker, imitating him being in the same room as you even though he physically wasnt. (really, it was because having his smooth voice played so intimately against your ear, it never allowed you to focus, so this was the best option).

and suguru hated that.

he'd call your name so sweetly, saying "come closer to the mic, bring your face closer to the phone". you're confused by his actions but you dont question it, following his request. "closer", and you're picking up your phone. "closer", and you have to switch out of speaker. at this point your lips are practically kissing the mic, "this good?", and his breathless "yeah, keep me here," makes you go red, sputtering out a "you're so strange" but not going against his wish. (he'll always respond with "i can hear you smiling through the phone, have i got you flustered?")

he's the type to constantly make you laugh on call, or asking you to repeat his name over and over again. again, you're confused but it's not a hard ask. turns out, he just really likes your laugh, and says that whenever you say his name (and specifically just his), you have some type of sing-songy way of saying it. (you were embarrassed and refused to say his name for a while, and he couldnt help but mope and beg (!) that whole week)

he'll also listen to all of your requests, picking up phone calls even when it's inconvenient for him. when you just want someone to make white noise while you study? he'll go on and on about one of his past missions, or future works. want to share your recent obsession with minesweeper? he has zero clue how it works, but is already on the website, listening attentively to each of your explanations and instructions. even when you text him "i wanna watch Your Name :(", he'll respond just as fast saying "well then i'll have it pulled up just for you :)"

there was this one time when you wanted to know what it was like to be called petnames. all your friends were in relationships, but you've yet to find your own special person, falling behind on some special milestones. so, who better to ask than your best friend suguru! you tried to be subtle about it, saying, "hey sugu, could you please pronounce that one ingredient you use for baking and is sweet?". and whos he to deny you?

"uhm, sugar?"

and that was enough to have you cheesing, lightly flushed as youre saying "yea that was perfect, thanks". but it's such a shame to end it there, when you just got a taste! a little later, you'll ask him to say it again, and when he goes "what, you want me to call you sugar?". youre a stuttering mess, spitting out 'no's as if youre baffled at the idea of it (but really, youre too shocked on how fast he caught on). "no? alright, whatever you want, sugar" (its embarrassing how fast you press the mute button just to scream)

he's the type to only use his phone primarily just to call you. he just cant help but want you to be by his side 24/7, and if he refuses to hang up even when it gets late into the night, dont worry about falling asleep on him. he's content with just hearing your breath over the phone, and isnt worried about the other notifications bothering his screen when hes on call with you.

૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა

[10yrratiolover]

My health is on the decline so have some more Ratio headcanons to make me feel better

He makes a detailed list when grocery shopping and he sticks to it pretty strictly, only deviating from it on very rare occasions

I kind of hate the headcanon that he has a boatload of ducks, mostly because it reminds me of the phenomenon that fandoms will dumb characters down to liking one thing bc it was mentioned/shown once

^ that being said, I do think he would have a couple, most were given to him as gag gifts but

Freakishly fast walker, he's got places to be

A mild case of RBF, he furrows his brows a lot and it makes him look like he's scowling

I don't think he needs glasses to see normally, but I think he'd wear reading glasses like the ones in his BP icon since he reads so often and doesn't want it straining his eyes

I think he'd go out of his way to avoid scheduling classes, lectures, tutoring, etc really early in the day. He needs a few hours minimum to enjoy some peace and quiet at the beginning and end of the day.

Based on his character introduction, I think he does suffer from some kind of chronic insomnia, he mostly struggles with getting to sleep since he finds it hard to turn his mind off

Night time is also when his stress levels increase, mostly since when he's lying down with so much less stimulus/things to think of he starts to wonder if he accomplished enough/anything that day or if it was wasted

I've seen people talk about him not caring about his own gender, and I 100% agree with that

He presents masc but he really doesn't care, he also doesn't think about it much because he's got other more important stuff to do

I think he'd be a gamer god at Minesweeper, definitely not projecting

He actually genuinely enjoys socializing, even with idiots at times, in cases where he has to stay home because he's sick or whatever he's genuinely miserable about it

Sort of based on my post about his eyes but I think he'd have pretty good vision in the dark, like not 100% clear vision but better than an average person

^ Doesn't turn on the lights of his house if it's nighttime and he's not doing anything important, if he needs a midnight glass of water he's just walking around in the pitch black

[shower-racoon]

google doodle has minesweeper now?

FINALLY SOLVED GOOGLE'S HARD MINESWEEPER DOODLE LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO