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A review by one of the folks sums it up perfectly:
“What worries me about Yahoo! buying Tumblr is how it would choose to incorporate the website into its email and homepage features. One of the reasons why Tumblr is so unique is because it’s a niche market. By adding more users who don’t fit into this niche, it would make it more difficult for communities to develop within Tumblr, and Tumblr would have to change to accommodate these new users. Tumblr as a website is not the kind that you can sign up for in a day and be on your way. It is a website crafted so that you can immediately post but must spend several weeks, sometimes even months, to build a community. With new users who would not be willing to spend time growing a community, Tumblr would have to be changed, which would alienate its current users. Those users have spent time and effort to make Tumblr what it is today, and they are the ones who spend time on the website daily. A user who is checking onto Tumblr because it’s attached to their homepage is not going to be as strong of a user nor as dedicated. By changing the website to suit this new user, you would lose the strong users while building an undedicated usership.
To any website that would think of buying Tumblr, they must understand that it is a website that cannot be changed to make it more user friendly to a casual blogger. I think that many Tumblr users would be less worried about a buy-out if they were promised that their communities and ways of using Tumblr would not be changed. No one is going to mind Yahoo! buying the website and gaining a few extra million dollars per year from the minimal advertising; what we will be upset with is if a company like Yahoo! then changes the website to increase casual users and decrease dedicated users. Yahoo! would gain nothing by losing this “cool” group of bloggers in an age group they so desperately want to reach, so they must cater to these individuals by leaving the website exactly as is.” - houseoftombombadil
As much as is does sound like a load of bullshit for someone to buy Tumblr, it’s a possibility. I Personally think it should stay independent and I hope David Karp keeps a hold of it like his own child. Or we make enough noise to where such major changes (if bought) will not happen. I would hate to see Tumblr turned into an advertising dump.We’re not a ‘hip fad group’ to be marketed to. I hate the fact that’s all we look like to businesses in the end.*marketers at yahoo*
oh fuck guys they made a post about it what do we do abandon shipwtf.
“Will you go penguin sledding with me?”
Final Fantasy VII (1997 - 2007)
- Only death awaits you all. But do not fear. For it is through death that a new spirit energy is born. Soon, you will live again as a part of me.
It was always an interesting thing, Sephiroth thought, to be aware that you were
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inside your head. To feel the jagged edges of your mind pushing against one another, thought connecting disjointedly to thought, synapses firing but not receiving, of electrical currents and damage and the raw bleeding edge of everything that was part of his damaged psyche. No one understood how it felt, how it impeded upon his daily life. Even Sephiroth, disjointed and unconnected as he was, remained aware of his vitriolic status; how his mood could change like quicksilver between happiness and wrath and depression to any other number of things. The nightmares he had said as much, nightmares of him as a boy while Hojo loomed over him, fingers made from scalpels and needles, his eyes obscured by light reflecting off of those round lenses as the scientist cackled softly and smiled. He hated to sleep. Hated the nightmares. The lack of sleep likely only exacerbated the issues that Sephiroth was suffering, he suspected, only made them worse.
After all, he’d only suffered a mental collapse into insanity during the week at Nibelheim, sliding slowly but inexorably into its depths; perhaps it had been a hereditary predisposition thanks to Hojo. Or perhaps it had been Lucrecia that had done it; after all, she had to have been mentally unstable to some degree in order to agreeing to experiment on her own son while he remained within her womb. He’d only ripped out part of his own self to feed it to that bitch. That was why she’d used his body, he believed, his face and shape. It didn’t take much effort to aim with the Masamune, after all. Not one bit. Cloud was an idiot if he really thought that Sephiroth would have done all of that killing. Really, truly, utterly an idiot. But the General didn’t know what to do.
No one, after all, wanted to trust him. Fix him. Sephiroth was broken. It was a constant thing, daily, to feel the edges grind into one another, the sensation of a broken psyche, shattered, scattered, distorted and twisted and something that wouldn’t be put back together— .. it was a terrible thing. Bruised thought patterns blossomed daily, the wondering of what to do. He was aimless, formless, just a face and a name and an infamous reputation that made it clear what Sephiroth had become. A monster. A murderer. Madman. Mutation. Mutilated and cut into and broken and reshaped and broken again and again and again, every time improved upon, over and over and over by Hojo; he’d made perfection in the form of his son.
But in making perfection, Hojo had broken his son’s ability to ever have a normal life.
Who knew what potential had been bled away by the madman? He didn’t. Sephiroth was a beast of a man, given enough autonomy to be able to operate independently (and how they’d needed that thanks to the rank in SOLDIER he had finally been given), but the man had never been allowed to grow up normally. Sometimes that child could be seen in his face, the little boy lost whom had been killed by his father and the Company that had all but commissioned Sephiroth’s birth. They’d wanted, needed, a war machine to win the fight in Wutai; they’d received it in the form of a prodigy, a child-god, broken by the lack of interaction early in his life, the killing, the things that had made Sephiroth so great being the same things that had destroyed him in the end.
It was codependency that had truly poisoned him. The bereft nature of Genesis’s departure followed by that month of awkward time, when Angeal had tried to keep things going but more and more, Sephiroth had seen the change coming— .. but it’d affected him, even so. He’d done something wrong. He had to have done something wrong. To think that they would leave and not come back was something that shook Sephiroth’s confidence in himself.
How— how was he supposed to heal from that? How was he supposed to move on from it? No one understood the failure that had been involved, the awareness that Angeal had chosen to follow Genesis and even if he had tried to bring him back— … he’d failed. He’d failed and hadn’t come back for Sephiroth and that was what hurt the most. That they hadn’t come back for him and hadn’t wanted to tell him. Sephiroth knew that they’d always been protective, had understood it— but protection from themselves was incomprehensible to the madman. They had shared everything, it’d seemed, from getting drunk to their beds and hearts to dreams; it’d been a joke that Genesis would have a library and Angeal would teach gardening classes while Sephiroth would cook and they’d all operate out of the same house and be there together until they died.
Dreams died hard. Even after they had, Sephiroth clutched them in his hands, ignoring the fact that they continued to cut against palm and finger alike, trying desperately to breathe life back into the desiccated husks.
Perhaps he was a monster now, but once upon a time, Sephiroth had been merely a man with dreams of retiring and adopting children with the two people he loved most in the world and growing old while dandling grandchildren upon his knees. His desires had been no more than most others were; a loving partner (or two), a family, a home of his own so the horrors of the past could be forgotten. But now it was the daily sitting within an empty apartment, hearing ghosts, that plagued him. The daily grid and slicing of those thoughts. The awareness that no happiness would be grasped in his hands again. Who knew what course would have changed if he’d never taken that last mission to his damned hometown of Nibelheim. But it didn’t matter, did it? Sephiroth knew what he was. It was impossible to miss.
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