Productive meetings, meaningful engagements, welcome reconnections & fantastic new connections made last week at #ICANN76 in #Cancun #Mexico. Likely to be one of the most consequential international meetings I have attended in my career. - - - - - - - - - - - - - #DigitalPolicy #ICTPolicy #InternetPolicy #InternetGovernance #DNS #DNSAbuse #WHOIS #DataPrivacy #DataProtection #dotPOST #Security #Trust https://www.instagram.com/p/CqG2z7Vo_db/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Build the single electronic postal network of the future on the .post (dotpost) platform.

This animation film is a call from the UPU to its member countries, urging them to come together to progressively build the single electronic postal network of the future on the .post (dotpost) platform.

hey girlies, it’s dot💃🏻

ive decided im gonna try to write again from time to time, no post schedule or anything just whenever the vibe’s right. once my new medication kicks in i might become a bit more motivated in general so that would be cool.

I have year old requests from you iconic icons that i never wrote but saved screenshots of, i might write some of them to warm up sometime <3 gathering motivation is ridiculously hard for my post burnout brain, bear with me pls–

writing i post in the future is gonna go on my main @doomdaysdecays simply because i suck at running side blogs and i always end up only focusing on my main. if ur interested & have some faith left in me even tho my middle name is hiatus at this point, feel free to follow there instead of here. Im gonna delete this side blog in a few months i think. Thats all! ❤

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okay done dotposting back to being an adult

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Dot is wishing everyone a happy day!

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#dotPOST #Cake. #BeforeandAfter. - - - - - - - - - - - #Anniversary #TenthAnniversary #10thAnniversary #DigitalEconomy #DigitalServices #DNS #TLD #sTLD #UPU (at Universal Postal Union) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkNix40N8uX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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“You don’t treat me like a spouse anymore,” they said. “More like a child.”

The caretaker regarded them with a frown. “After everything that happened you expect me to act the same as before? You’re not serious, are you – I mean, how is that fair?”

They only realized the harshness of their words when hurt flashed in their loved one’s eyes. Whumpee blinked back tears, face hot with the humiliation they’d been suffering each and every day ever since the antagonist had left his mark.

They forced a feisty expression on their face in an attempt to veil those emotions that were slowly, but surely breaking them down. “You know what, Caretaker? I don’t think you want to start a conversation with me about what’s ‘fair’.”

thinking about how Dot statistically had their worst season in S7, got shelled at the end of it, and upon being freed, immediately proceeded to have their best season yet in S10, which would eventually end up being second only to S16, their final season before retirement... 

just. thinking about it. they had to pitch against jaylen. the people they hadn’t let themselves get close to were being hit, were burning, and everything was falling apart around them... they couldn’t focus properly on pitching anymore and their performance reflected it. they only won one more game than they lost, had their worst ERA ever, and they didn’t even have time to work through anything before they were just trapped, for years, until they were finally saved because of the Talkers’ love and faith in the Monitor.

and when they got out, it wasn’t easy, and there was a lot to process, but they had a reason to keep fighting. their team loved them no matter what, and they were learning to believe it, and they went on to only lose one game in their first season back, with their best-ever ERA.

and when they went out, it was on a high note. won three championships in a row, two with the team that had saved them. leading up to the third, they had an undefeated season with the Steaks, finally achieved that elusive perfect game, and pitched a shutout in the playoffs.

and when it was all over, the gods tried to take them away.

and they said no.

and they fought their way home, because they’d learned how to fight for what really mattered. they took their hands that had been perfectly molded for pitching and used them instead to to tear apart the universe, to find their way back to the people who’d taught them they were more than a pitcher. because they could pitch a perfect season, and they could pitch a bad season, and they could never pitch again, and no matter what, those people wouldn’t love them any less. the gods tried to make them into one thing, and their teammates helped them become something more. helped them find their way home, where they belonged, and they knew it.

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