#website errors

[ajinkalkumari]

WordPress has emerged as one of the most popular and versatile platforms for website development, catering to both beginners and experienced developers. However, like any other technology, it’s not immune to errors and challenges. Whether you’re a seasoned developer or a novice, you’re likely to encounter various hiccups during WordPress website development. In this blog post, we’ll delve into some of the basic errors that often occur during WordPress website development and provide simple yet effective solutions to overcome them and discuss when it might be prudent to hire a WordPress developer for more complex issues.

[ominous-signs]

mistranslation from my debt website (from dutch to english)

Official ominous sign

[chalkrub]

my thingy for @bowelfly's ambitious and groundbreaking HYDRAPHONE.......honoured and delighted to close out for team cayden

[pianokantzart]

I’m going to level with you chat I don’t know which I’d prefer

[sadlittledib]

commission for @macaronichewtoyz !! thank you

[pizzawave-aesthetic]

🕹️ / 🌈

[iamhereinthebg]

I will never be over the fact that tbhk really takes place in 2015

We know that AidaIro published the first chapter in December 2014

The Yugi Twins were in the 66th Festival in 1968 and the curent present have the 113th Festival.

On this panel, it's written that the 1st of September was a Tuesday. The closest years to the manga airing having this date being either 2009 or 2015.

Bonus:

Which means: the 1st year (Aoi, Akane, Nene) were born in 1999, Teru in 1998 and Kou and Mitsuba in 2000.

[pencildragons]

snippet of married sabé/padmé/anakin, or as i like to call it, 'ani(dala)^2 couples counselling saves the galaxy that i'd said i'd share. this fic was originally meant to be codywan (or possibly cody/obi-wan/quinlan), and this is from its opening, hence . the codywan in it lolol. i think if i Do end up writing this, this fic would be the second or third part of a series, with the first work focusing more on. what is outlined in above linked post :]

Dear Cody, Obi-Wan writes. His hand is shaking, and the ink blots untidily about the flimsi, pooling at the stems of his lettering. I think you would like the mountain belt Padmé has whisked us away to. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision six months after we moved to Naboo; after years of having to do everything and say everything in careful moderation, as is befitting for a politician, I think she delights in wild spontaneity. Or perhaps it is just the time she has spent in critical proximity to Anakin. It is likely that he delights in her wild spontaneity too, more’s the pity. Now, instead of my Padawan merely being a bad influence on his wife, they are just bad influences on each other. It is a vicious, vicious cycle. Then again, when I think back to Christophsis—the first time, the week before I met you—perhaps this is not such a new development. I’m rambling. Back to the mountain belt. The tallest of its peaks is nineteen thousand metres, but the one that we now reside on is but a modest three thousand metres in height, known in the local language as Jaraam. Much of the belt and the surrounding region was colonised by a northern provence until Monarch Réillata, Padmé’s predecessor as Ruler of Naboo, brought about total planetary unification approximately fifteen years ago, at which point reparations were begun to be made. Since the reparations and the land being both placed under legislative protection from corporate or urban development and returned to its custodians, the traditional practices of transhumance between the high mountain pastures where we now reside, and the lower, warmer valleys has been allowed to flourish. Padmé’s mother, Jobal, hails from the semi-nomadic community whose territory includes Jaraam, and was wholeheartedly supportive of the decision to come here. I am to understand that she took great pains to ensure that both her children were taught of their heritage, of their language and culture, and it is a relief to her that her eldest is reconnecting with it. Anakin has told Padmé in no uncertain terms that he will not hear a word spoken in this house of Basic or of Nubian, the language so thoroughly globalised that the planet was named after it during its entry into the Republic, until after the children begin to learn those themselves when they enter the schooling system. He is adamant that along with Amatakka and Dai Bendu (at my request; believe you me that I will be shocked until the end of my days that he agreed, and without a fight), the children will also learn to speak first in Durrathaam, the language of this place. ‘Tongues of the heart’, he called it; I think fatherhood has changed him, Cody, for there is a maturity in him now that I do not recognise.

We are living in an old stone hut built for such semi-nomadic herders currently—Padmé tells me it is where her great-great-grandfather was born. Truth be told, I do not mind the hut. It is chill at night and the only power source comes from a singular solar generator that Anakin jury-rigged, relegated to powering the kitchen, the ‘fresher, and the comm-signal relay, and it is most certainly not a space space meant to be shared by four adults, three droids, and two infants, but we make do. Padmé and Sabé are, however, concocting plans to enlist the hordes of teenlings and young adults of House Thule, Padmé’s maternal family group, who apparently have nothing better to do than to help design and build a chateau. …And still I ramble. Oh, this place is beautiful, Cody. I remember the wonder in your eyes when we landed on Hoth and you saw that huge mountain range in the distance once the snowstorm had settled and the air was clear, and the view is somewhat similar. You can see for klicks and klicks, further than you could ever on Coruscant, even to the granite cliffs on the horizon before they plunge into the sea. If one looks up, one can see the sky, quite devoid of clouds and a soft, pinkish red, generally with a moon or two visible even in the daytime, although disrupted by the snow-capped horns of the mountains surrounding us. If one looks down, one can see the valleys spread out across the land, deep hollows of green and forests of close-growing alpine trees and the little settlements nestled among them. I feel like I can breathe, here. Now, for the most important thing; the star of this system is small and hot, and the sunrises—I think you would like the sunrises, Cody. I would even go so far as to say that they would make your list of the top twenty greatest sunrises you’ve ever personally witnessed. They’re better here than they are in Theed, I daresay, although I shall of course leave this final judgement to you. Yours always, Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan puts down his pen and stares out the window at the cool light of the not-yet-dawn sparkling across the frost, then sighs and reaches beneath the dark recesses of his bed for the small plastoid box. It is not particularly big, although its protective casing is heavy, and he settles it on his lap, brushing his thumb over the small lock in the centre of the lid. Its key, slim and fine, is strung around his neck on the same cord as a chip of his lineage river-stone and the broken tip of a helmet antenna and the worn charms that Bant and Quinlan had made in their Padawan years long-past after his return from Melidaan; a collection of keepsakes from some of the most important people in his life that are now gone for whatever reason, be it distance or death. He dips his hand into his sleep tunic and draws the whole lot out, fits the key into its hole, and turns it. The box contains the few other material possessions that he owns: Anakin’s braid; his own lightsaber; a dozen prized ‘graphs that he hasn’t yet pinned upon the wall; the comm; and, beneath it all, a small sheaf of flimsies, folded neatly into thirds. He takes the letter from his lap and waves it in the air to dry. When the ink has set, he creases it into three with care and slips it to the very bottom of the pile, then shuts the lid, locks it, and replaces the box in its hiding place once more. He wonders, just for a moment, what his ex-Padawan and his wife and her wife would think if they knew that, once a week for the past eight months, he’s been writing letters to a man almost certainly dead. (It really doesn’t bear thinking about.)

if you enjoyed this, please consider reblogging it!!! it rlly means a lot to me :3

[clannfearrunt]

Currently trying to navigate the hells of the United States insurance system hand in hand with the glasses people

[cahirsmommy]

[aquahaha]

^google drive link to vid... i think quality goes tumblr < google drive view (capped at 1080p) < google drive download. unfortunately u'd have to download the file from google drive for proper quality, so i'm putting it here in case anyone's interested lol. also i think the vid on tumblr gets cropped when viewed on phone/tablet :(

Song in lyric vid: Heat Waves - Slowed by Glass Animals Video editing software: Shotcut Fire animation reference here

Natsu and 🔥 🫠

Why is Natsu so baby uwu

Inspired by cutie Natsu's lil spark jutsu in ch 25!

From The Color of Summer by @spideywhites

[songofwizardry]

i absolutely abhor the hold messages that insist on telling me, over and over, that i could do this a lot faster through the website or chat or online form. trust me, my dude, i would not be here listening to this terrible hold music if your website or online form was working.

[sonknuxadow]

genuinely the sonic and shadow generations thing sounds so fake but everyone keeps talking about it as if its real so i have no idea how to feel about it . i mean its not that i think its impossible but this whole thing sounds like something people would say when theyre just making shit up and calling it a leak

[sculien]

tumblr keeps going down for me every few seconds and i keep seeing my non-life flashing before my eyes 😭

[thegreatyin]

was rereading monster pulse (one of my favorite webcomics, you guys should all binge it, it has a top tier Evil Trashfire Woman that lowkey shares many thought processes with the scoundrel) and

man. if only they knew.

[neververy4]

Working on my website. Made a new 404 (File not found) page, as the old one was a bit tacky :\ Anyways I think this one's a keeper :)