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[math1089]

40 Mathematical Marvels that will Amaze You!

Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty – a beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture. Bertrand Russell Welcome to the blog Math1089 – Mathematics for All. Welcome to a captivating journey through the realm of mathematics! Prepare to be amazed as we unveil 40 Mathematical Marvels that will challenge your perceptions, spark your curiosity, and leave you…

[class-1b-bull]

Class 1B as random things me and my friends have said part 2.

(Once again i got every student but some got a bit more than others)

Not proofread we die like men

Awase: "35 dolla?!"

Tsubaraba: "its worth it for the vegetable titty pad"

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Tsubaraba: "ya know like a bussy doctor. What are they called again? Pedestrian?"

Rin: "NO-"

Tsubaraba: "then whats a pedestrian?"

Rin: "a child doctor...."

Tsubaraba: "....i quit...."

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Monoma: "i get to go home an hour early because a costumer told me to kill my self."

Rin: "damn. I get to go home because a costumer called me a woman."

Manga: "poggers. I get to go home because I was fired for drawing titties on cyborg."

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Komori: "part of me hopes the fnaf movie is bad."

Kodai: "dont speak to me ever again."

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Monoma: "I dont check my bank statement because im a bad bitch."

Kendo: "and your hiding from the fact that your in crippling debt."

Monoma: "....... bad bitch."

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Shoda: "the tire pressure one."

*ends call*

Shoda: "i sounded so fucking smart" :D

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Reiko: "death is starting to seem nice..."

Pony: "i actually just finished playing a dating game where you date the grim reaper! It was super cute. And yea he was really nice!"

Reiko: "not what i ment but okay-"

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Manga: "youre honor, that wasent very skibbidy toilet gyatt of you.. you're really giving ohio fantam tax vibes and thats not gonna slide when my venus is doing the renegade."

Kamakiri: "hey... have you tried shutting the fuck up lately?"

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Sen: "cool and all but i didnt ask..."

Setsuna: "yea you did. In my dream last night you came up to me and said 'at exactly 2:37 tomorrow, can you tell me your favorite things about the older pokemon games?' And i was like fuck yea! So yea... ya did ask."

Sen: "i fucking hate you."

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Bondo: "and i really respect you so im not going to treat you differently based on some opinion that i may not agree with."

Kuroiro: "i think your favorite show is mid."

Bondo: "and im not going to treat you differently for that opinion. Even though its wrong.."

Setsuna: "i fucking will, the fuck you mean its mid?!"

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Shiozaki: "how did you even.... get that far...?"

Shishida: "its the only game i play."

Shiozaki: "still i wouldn't expect you to have 100% over a 500 different levels in geometry dash..."

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Pony: "a fucking pokemon theme song quiz? I got this shit who dosent know this song. Embarrassing honestly."

(46% correct.)

Pony: "... i am never speaking again."

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Tetsutetsu: "i am packed full with so much testosterone that I could fight a horse."

Tetsutetsu: "i mean i would lose but i ckuld fight one."

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Honenuki (or pony): "yea bomb threats in school are cool and whatever but do you believe in the power of friendship?"

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Komori: "i swear he was flirting with me! I mean i hope he was because I was so red after he did that!"

Setsuna: "i highly doubt a monster from a horror game was flirting with you..."

Komori: "yea yea but did you SEE the way he dragged my corpse away? Hm? Snapped my neck and took me to dinner all in the same night as far as im concerned."

Reiko: "i am now forming a bracken protection squad just to protect him from you."

Pony: "ill make the t shirts!"

Gif anime - dungeon meshi

[scenetocause]

right so you're obviously mando royalty. the highest tier. the bestest ever. but, like, can you go on a deep dive as to why? what captivates you about this fic? why is it so important to you?

hmm that's an interesting one. i think some of it is just how much they love each other, how much lando looks after max and max looks after lando, how completely ride-or-die they are about each other in ways they're not at all selfconscious about. there's a depth of caring between them, as well as very profound understanding, that makes their connection very secure, very safe. despite their relative positions they are each other's most important people, in max's childhood bedroom or lando's monaco apartment.

their whole deal is very uncomplicated. they simply are max and lando. max can get in his head a little and the things it's over aren't irrational; he's clearly in a very different place in his life to lando and still working that out. but the geometry of that makes sense the second they're together or lando's arrived in chat to be a goblin, refusing to let max think he's left behind. it's the look lando gives max to make sure he laughed at his joke in videos, that maxy was there for it because he's who lando's performing for. it's the easy way they find each other, their ways back there not changed by the other stuff around them.

i have a very codependent relationship to my own best friend and there's probably a little projection. but the way max and lando are to each other is very specific, even within their friends groups. they are maxandlando, landoandmax and surely it's that they were a little bit interchangeable for awhile, physically speaking and they're the ones who got furthest in motorsport.

max has a very sweet, innocent personality and he wears his emotions very obviously. lando is pixieish and a little malicious but he also shows how he feels very clearly. together they can trust each other with that. their physical interactions are just as easy, whether it's random violence or the gentle little touches max uses to ground lando when they're filming with quadrant. the way max instinctively covered lando in that rally video. the way lando always has to be the closest to max like when pets compete to be the most up in your space.

they're both interesting guys, too. a dose of angst in both of them, from things that have happened (anthoine's death, lando's long stint alone in lockdown, max's career falling apart) and just the fact neither of them exist very comfortably in their own brains a lot of the time. max might be totally incapable of saying the word depression and i'm not sure lando would manage it either but sometimes getting out of bed isn't easy for them and having a friend who will deal with you when you can't deal with yourself is such a vital lifeline then.

mostly they are just strange little men. they're so closeted away from the world by racing - never had breakups until luisa, never been to concerts, never done half the normal things but they're also very grown up from being in the racing world. they're a little pragmatic, while both romantic and ridiculous because their lives are positioned variously in or adjacent to race cars but also, sure, they'll buy a £35 paddling pool and eat maccies and leave notes about laundry.

[reality-detective]

Who is involved in screwing up the planet? You? Me? I don't think so. I would say the United States, DARPA and HAARP are most certainly involved. They just blame us. 👇

Was the true purpose of building the pyramids to prevent the cyclical cataclysmic event described in the ancient texts? From Antarctica and the South Pole to Alaska close to the North Pole… (speculation time)

It is a well-established fact in geophysics that the strength of Earth's magnetic field, now over 35% weaker than it was 300 years ago, is declining at an increasingly rapid pace. Electromagnetic energy is a fundamental component of the Earth's magnetic field.

The movement of charged particles, such as electrons, in the Earth's magnetic field creates electric currents, which in turn generate magnetic fields. This process is known as electromagnetism.

The Earth's magnetic field interacts with electromagnetic energy in various ways. For example, the magnetic field plays a crucial role in shielding the Earth from the solar wind, which consists of charged particles emitted by the Sun. These particles would be harmful to life on Earth and could potentially disrupt electrical systems if they reached the surface without the protection of the magnetic field.

Some are predicting that the next catastrophic event will involve the disruption of electricity power, primarily attributing it to a potential hacker attack. But this might happen due to the weaker magnetic field and the solar flares. The hacker attack might be the cover up.

According to the censored book by the CIA ‘The Adam And Eve Story The History Of Cataclysms’ this leads to reducing the Earth's inner MHD (Magnetohydrodynamics) energy to such a low level that the shallow molten layer, which begins at a depth of 60 miles and extends to 120 miles, is able to function as a free liquid lubricating layer between the Earth's crust and solid interior.

Eventually, this process leads to a sudden 90-degree flip(Polar flip), resulting in widespread chaos and all hell breaks loose leading to the massive floods.

Now how is this connected to the pyramids?

In 2018 scientists published a paper about ‘Electromagnetic properties of the Great Pyramid: First multipole resonances and energy concentration’ in the peer-reviewed scientific journal ‘Journal of Applied Physics’.

Researchers have proposed that the Great Pyramid possess electromagnetic resonance properties. This idea suggests that the pyramid's shape and composition interact with electromagnetic waves, potentially focusing or amplifying them. The geometry and structure of the Great Pyramid's influence how it interacts with electromagnetic waves. The pyramid's shape could cause scattering or diffraction of these waves, altering their behavior.

So, could it be that our advanced ancient ancestors built this technology to strengthen our magnetic field during periods of natural weakening, thus attempting to maintain a balance?

But technology can be used for both good and bad purposes, as we can see from its utilization in our militaries. Every new technology is initially employed for military purposes.

The biggest gatekeepers of the UAP/UFO phenomenon the US Navy, the US Air Force and DARPA have made a similar project in 1993 called HAARP. It is designed to investigate the properties and behavior of the ionosphere, which is a region of the Earth's upper atmosphere.

The radio waves used in HAARP are a form of electromagnetic waves. Electromagnetic waves are a combination of electric and magnetic fields that propagate through space. They include a broad spectrum of waves, ranging from radio waves with low frequencies and long wavelengths to gamma rays with high frequencies and short wavelengths. HAARP operates in the high-frequency range of the electromagnetic spectrum.

HAARP utilizes a high-power, high-frequency transmitter array to emit radio waves into the ionosphere. These radio waves interact with the ionized particles in the ionosphere, creating artificial auroras and modifying the ionospheric properties.

So, how did these three crucial agencies involved in the UAP phenomenon decided to recreate a project that potentially resembles the function of the pyramids?

But now it gets interesting because this same technology can influence the behavior of the population, it can make them aggressive and less aggressive.

Tom DeLonge, Linda Moulton Howe, and other UAP researchers have discussed an alleged giant underground pyramid in Alaska that is purportedly still 'activated' and is believed to impact human consciousness. But if there is a pyramid in Alaska close to the North Pole, there is a pyramid in Antarctica on the South Pole further more adding to this crazy theory…

So, how can this technology influence our consciousness? If we read the ancient texts the last days before the catastrophic event are described as being filled with corruption, love for money, arrogance, disobedience, lack of self-control, wickedness, theft, and murder, which ultimately lead to God's judgment.

Two scientists at Hahnemann Medical College conducted an experiment with two groups of mice. One group was placed in aluminum cylinders under a magnetic field similar to our Earth's, while the other group experienced a magnetic field similar to being halfway between Earth and the Moon.

Both groups had the same physical environment, including food, lighting, play area, and water supply. After three months, the mice in the low-density cylinders experienced the same effects: their protein structure broke down, and more than 35% of them developed visible cancers throughout their bodies. Internal cancers were not analyzed. Also, the mice turned criminal (cannibalism, aggressiveness and rape) in their low-density magnetic field environment.

This was the conclusion of Chan Thomas (the author of ‘Adam and Eve Story) for the behavior: Lowered magnetic field environment could give its occupants a sense of impending doom. Certainly, there would be a feeling that something out of control was destroying them, so why not get what they want irrespective of consequences? In the case of humans, those without empathy turn criminal first in the case of animals, it is probably proper to assume that there is little or no empathy there to start with.

So, apparently this technology can be used to manipulate human behavior, but it also has the potential to save the planet from mass extinction. So, what happened? Why did the event occur again? Did the technology fail, or did the ancient 'elite'—the ones flying the UFOs today—use it for a different purpose?

Remember the saying; "It's Not Nice to Fool With Mother Nature(Earth)" These people are playing God and they are horrible at it. Think about it. 🤔

[victorsbrains]

WORK! / October 9th

guys don't pay attention to the fact I said I was gonna post everyday and then didn't post yesterday, yesterday was TERRIBLEEE and should not be spoken about. so anyway today because of yesterday my day started like really bad. I was like CRYING IN GEOMETRY which is crazy. anyway then I didn't go to Spanish and instead I went to guidance and just sat. that's it I just sat and then after like 35 minutes my counselor came out of her room and saw me sitting and then got me to talk about my problem and then I felt a little better (ily Bushnell) and then I went too earth and space sciences and I did a lab it was ssuuuuper easy and I finished early and I got to go to the coffee shop for the first time!!!! I got a coldbrew (which I've never had before) and then I didn't know what to put into it so I grabbed 2 creamers and left and there was no sugar. and then I tried to take a sip with nothing in it and it was GROOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSUGHHHH and so I complained about it and I tried to put the creamers in and it helped a little but not a lot so then I went too health (now it gets juicy) I asked our teacher for some sugar and she HAD SOMEE and she was so nice and told me too take what i needed so I did but THEN she FINALLY had too move around our health class because they are SOOSOSOOSOS BAD!!!!! LIKE SOOOO BAD LIKE THEY NEVER SHUT THEIR MOUTHS!!! THEY ARE SO RUDE TOO HER AND I FEEL SOO BAD BECAUSE SHE IS SO NICE AND I LOVE HER SOO MUCH AND IT MAKES ME REALLY SAD! and then while she was moving kids around this girl got into a argument with her about the fact she split a table of buys apart but she moves them too the table next too the table they used to be so they where basically still right next to each other so it wasn't fair and they got into a fight basically and she called administration down and they came down and TOOK HER AWAY! there wasn't a physically altercation but it was still kinda entertaining but it wasn't funny actually It was really sad but anyway after that happened she gave the whole class a lecture (again) about literally basic respect and its actually been pissing me off so bad because like... its so not hard! like.. just respect your teacher?? just shut up? just do the incredibly easy work and listen? be ???????? NICE????? TO??? HER?!!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? I'm like considering bringing her a donut or something because it actually insane what she has so deal with :( anyway after that I went to english and had to present which was SCARYYYYYYY but I did it and that's okay it was very good of me and I did well. and then I went too lunch and I had Mac and cheese and broccoli and "Texas toast" (garlic bread) and it was pretty yummy! I liked it! I also had a orange and chocolate milk. chocolate milk was as it always is, pretty good. but the orange.. I was so mad. the rind was like reallllyyyyy thick and it was really hard to open and it got all over my hands and then it WASNT EVEN GOOD. it was tangy. I was so mad I stomped my way over too the trash and THREW IT OUT! anyway and then I did my "tap dancing" and I walked around the class and we talked about trans stuff like we normally do, everytime I have lunch in there its like trans social hour./srs and then I had global and it was very good I love global I love my teacher sooooooooooooooooooooooooo much shes so great (I spend my lunch period, global and sometimes my study hall with her) and then after global I had her write me a pass too her planning/ study hall thing where only a couple of kids come and hang out and I just kinda sat there I did a little bit of work but not a lot and then I got on the bus and I talked too holly on the bus and then I got home and then i got the kids of the bus and then I LOCKED INNNn 🔥I did soo much work! I don't even wanna get into it I like blacked out I was totally in the ZONE!!!!!1 and then I decided I needed to stop so I could sleep and now I'm in bed and typing this and now I'm gonna go to bed bye!

[zealiketea]

nosy anon nosy anon ask game nosy anon nosy anon

10: Want any piercings?

26: My biggest pet peeves

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

42: The last thing I ate

44: A random fact about anything

44: A random fact about anything (again)

oh good you wrote the questions for me how kind

10. i am afraid of needles and i dont wanna use the gun so its a big maybe 26. so i work in a deli right, and we sell like 9 different kinds of ham right, and some hams are from the same brands and those brands get put on the tickets right. there is an infuriating amount of people who ask me for "the bertocchi ham" or "the dorsogna ham" when there are actively multiple hams in the case that fit that fucking description. EVERY HAM HAS SOMETHING ON THE TICKET TO DIFFERENTIATE THEM (i.e. boneless, off the bone, double smoked, champagne etc) and you choose THE WORST OPTION TO DO THAT 33. no idea! 42. currently eating honey toast. it good 44. i have beaten 61 demons in geometry dash. 35 of them are easy demons, 4 of them are insane demons, and 0 of them are extreme 44 (again). oh i understand youre actually a meanie whos making me think of a fact again (its very difficult). alright im going to old faithful: there is a game for the leapster explorer (2010) called penguins of madagascar: operation plushie rescue, which had micromods (basically free dlc you could download by connecting the device to a computer and getting them off of a now defunct app) that are currently lost media, as they havent been documented anywhere online and unless you already have them, they are unattainable and have been since 2019. i have these micromods

[kimbureh]

I posted 1,304 times in 2022

That's 728 more posts than 2021!

201 posts created (15%)

1,103 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lierdumoa

@kimbureh

@icarus-suraki

@cpt-bagel

@skullchicken

I tagged 1,209 of my posts in 2022

Only 7% of my posts had no tags

#disco elysium - 390 posts

#lol - 197 posts

#tumblr - 88 posts

#art - 61 posts

#capitalism - 53 posts

#internet - 38 posts

#ofmd - 35 posts

#writing - 33 posts

#fandom - 32 posts

#disco elysium spoilers - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#which is: people subconsciously seek out spaces like this to voice ill-fitting opinions cuz a subconscious part of them *wants* to be chall

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

th... there is crypto-fascist pie in Disco Elysium and you can make Kim drop it on the ground...?!???

this man is too powerful

243 notes - Posted January 12, 2022

#4

it just hit me that *of course* Harry has been in on the “pissing competition”. He rolls into Martinaise not just with his partner, but with the whole Major Crimes Unit in order to *annihilate* whoever Precinct 57 would send, to lay that rivalry to a rest once and for all. None of them, except Judit, in police uniform, mind you. They plan to play dirty, maybe even to play dirty on the 57er.

maybe that’s why Jean is treating Kim so deliberately respectful, almost bordering to being meek, when the whole posse meets at the end. This detective from Precinct 57 not just went through a whole week of Harry’s bullshit, he also solved the case with Harry and got a nice photo to boot. How do you look the guy in the eye who you set out to utterly crush with your savant police pixie partner only for him to not only surpass your expectations in every regard, but then *join* your fucking precinct.

just wow. those two will have a lot work off lol

302 notes - Posted January 9, 2022

#3

Disco Elysium’s world is doubted to be a planet, it seems fractured into geometric shapes from below low orbit. It’s difficult to picture something like that, Harry understandably struggles with that as well. You can have this conversation with Joyce:

Joyce Messier - "They say there is a rarefied envelope of matter surrounding the darkened disc of our planet. That is, if we are still living on a planet. Or, to speak more plainly, imagine vast swathes of land disrupted by nothingness."

Joyce Messier - ��"I am sorry, detective," she looks around. "Philosophically speaking -- it must sound *quite terrifying*. Even scientific positivism isn't entirely convinced about what we're dealing with here..." 

Joyce Messier -  "But -- this is one of the great questions of our time. Maybe when they get the complete set together it will jolt us out of our rut -- bring us together. However naive it may sound." 

You -  "A fractured corona doesn't feel like it's gonna bring anyone *together*."

Joyce Messier -  "You have mis-imagined it. I don't have the power to convey to you the effect and geometry of the images that depict our world from below low orbit. It's..." 

Joyce Messier -  She looks up: "It's like the crowning of the world. It's insane. Very *disco*. You'd love it."

A darkened disk disrupted by nothingness, a fractured corona, geometry, very *disco*. That’s quite difficult to picture. Here are some ideas.

This is the Revolving House (1921) by Paul Klee. The Cubism style often aims to depict its subject from multiple angles at once, creating a confusing map of overlapping perspectives. This painting lacks the dark nothingness Joyce mentions, but it possesses the fractured and geometric properties. I was thinking about this painting when I painted this:

See the full post

410 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

#2

once saw an interview with one of the Disco Elysium writers, and the interviewer reacted with surprise when he learned none of ZA/UM were English native speakers. The interviewer hadn’t even considered the fact that people from Estonia don’t grow up speaking English.

As a non-native English speaker myself, the first thing that struck me about the development history of DE was that a group of Estonian writers did the tough work, acquired the needed language skills *and* effectively had to abandon their mother tongue in order for their creative work to be *seen*.

Changing the language changes the art, but if you don’t, you get overlooked. And that’s what it’s really about. Non-native speakers naturally are expected to make this barter, and English speakers aren’t even *aware*.

1,131 notes - Posted January 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

speaking of Ao3 not being a social medium:

it will always need money. It’s an archive. Even if they meet their yearly donation aim now without any problem doesn’t mean it will be like this in 5 years, in 10 years, in 80 years. Yeah you read that right. Ao3 is an Archive. It intends to be available forever. Like a library. Because Ao3 *is* a library. If you want to keep your library, you wouldn’t cut its budget just because it did well last year. Maintaining a library creates running expenses. The purpose of an archive is to preserve data indefinitely, and this costs money.

40,063 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

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[horrorphase]

ꜜ ﹙ ⚰️  ﹚ ﹕ there was something here that always vaguely reminded him of home, perhaps the faint smell of detergent and burnt dust, or maybe it was the fact that time always felt slower in silver coin⸻ like it got stuck in the lint trap and couldn't quite move on. but no matter what it was, it helped him focus on his thoughts, on the smaller details of the murder board on his mind, as he waited for his laundry to finish. and there he was, sprawled across the mismatched plastic chairs, the angles of his lanky frame defying the furniture's attempts at geometry while a one-eyed cat was perched on his chest ﹕ its remaining eye half-closed, rumbling purr vibrating through kieran's ribs, as though the feline was better at finding peace than he could ever hope to be under the fluorescent bulb and its dull arrhythmic buzz. and balanced on his knee was a battered journal, spine barely clinging to life under layers of duct tape⸻ pen scratching faintly across the page, the numbers tumbling out of him with a compulsive rhythm, a cipher meant to be an extra layer of secrecy to keep his thoughts always only just for himself. 32 66 48 67 57 66 35 85 24 65 36 68 56 24 67 53 78 56 28 34 63 68 57 56 67 63 78 57 46 45 34 66 44 65 54 55 69 77 47 44 53 78 46 36 38 64 68 77 47 45 36 68 77 47 77 55 69. and on the edges, doodles of the one-eyed cat and two stick figures. but the scratching of pen on paper paused as soon as he heard jubilee's melodic plea cut through the low industrial hum of the laundromat, tilting his head toward them. and wordlessly, kieran sat up a little and dipped a hand into the pocket of his black threadbare hoodie ﹕ cat sliding off his chest and into his lap with an indignant yowl. “ here. ” he said, holding out a few quarters, a crumpled receipt, and a rogue peppermint, more than they had asked for. then almost instantly, kieran felt the urge of a conversation. to not let that be the end of a fleeting encounter. to pick at jubilee's brain. but kieran was never the best at talking ﹕ only knew how to fill the silence sideways and utterly devoid of finesse. and of course, he was going to bring up the disappearance, the murder, this web that was spun before anyone could notice. “ so, what's your take in all this ? ” he asked, tone flat but weighted. he didn't need to explain what this was⸻ not when there was so little he could possibly be talking about. daniela missing for two months now, alaina price gutted and the walls of her home painted with her blood, bronte's possible involvement with daniela's disappearance, and now greer's face plastered on every bulletin board from here to the interstate. “ doesn't really seem like a sunshine kind of time, does it ? ” he added, voice a little quieter, almost to himself, before looking out the storefront windows ﹕ the days were getting shorter now, darkness always encroaching sooner than they realized.

[  open  starter  ;  starring  ...  jubilee  jackson  ] [  setting  ;  silver coin laundromat  ]

it's  very  rare  for  jubilee  to  not  have  at  least  a  soft  smile  on  their  face.  their  name  is  literally  jubilee.  they're  a  walking  ray  of  sunshine  for  the  most  part.

at  the  moment,  she's  pissed.  her  brows  knit  together,  and  a  scowl  on  her  face  as  her  manicured  nails  pluck  out  the  silver  coins  in  her  light  washed  jeans  pocket.  arguably,  jubilee  hasn't  carried  cash,  let  alone  coins,  for  what  feels  like  years  at  this  point.  in  their  defense,  they  never  thought  the  washer  and  dryer  they  got  off  facebook  marketplace  three  years  ago  would  suddenly  die  on  them  and  they'd  be  forced  to  go  to  a  laundromat.

she  counts  the  coins  softly  to  herself,  taking  a  deep  breath  when  it  hits  her;  she's  a  single  quarter  short.  jubilee  scratches  the  back  of  her  neck  as  she  looks  down  at  the  basket  of  clothes  near  her  boots,  contemplating  washing  them  in  her  sink  just  for  a  moment  before  looking  up  and  around.

"hey  friend,"  jubilee  sings  at  the  other  patron  in  the  laundromat,  giving  them  a  charming  smile  and  raise  of  her  thick  brows.  "you  got  a  quarter  i  could  barrow?  i'll  pay  you  back  with  interest.  pinky  promise."

[rainbepourin]

Get to know me tag ✨💜💜

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Questions under the cut to make the post shorter

1. when is your birthday?

May 22nd 1993

2. what is your favorite color?

Black and beige.

3. what is your lucky number?

2

4. how tall are you?

about 1.75 m 

5. how many pairs of shoes do you own?

no idea... about 10 probably

6. favorite song?

depends on the genre... wheel of time - blind guardin is a favourite. the jeweller’s hands - arctic monkeys is another favourite. Tomorrow - bts another favourite.

7. favorite movie?

LOTR , V for vendetta, Interstellar

8. what would be your ideal partner?

Someone i respect that loves me a lot. 

9. do you want children?

Yeah, actually. (i’ve even thought up names xD)

10. have you gotten in trouble with the law?

No

11. what color socks are you wearing?

Black with a red rose on each one.

12. bath or shower?

Shower.

13. favorite kind of music?

it keeps changing. i’ve liked music in all genres.

14. how many pillows do you sleep on?

2

15. what position to you sleep in?

On my right side.

16. what don't you like when you're sleeping?

Light and noise. Has to be completely dark and mostly silent.

17. what do you eat for breakfast?

I don’t eat breakfast. i eat when i get home from work (~18:30-19:00) . Sometimes on the weekends i might have a pastry like a croissant or something.

18. have you ever tried archery?

Nope.

19. what are your favorite fruits?

Oranges, strawberries, pineapples.

20. favorite swear word?

μαλακιστηρι.

21. do you have any scars?

yeah... i have one on the side of my face cos the doctor that did my mom’s c-section cut my head too by accident xD

22. are you a good liar?

I don’t know. probably.

23. what is your personality type?

Don’t know. Lazy, avoidant and bitchy.

24. what is your favorite type of girl?

i relate most to women who don’t feel the need to come across as perfect sweet princesses all the time. women who will show their anger and their fear etc.

25. right or left handed?

Right.

26. favorite food?

my mom’s chicken soup.

27. are you clean or messy?

Clean but lazy.

28. favorite foreign food?

i haven’t had much foreign food. whenever we order asian food, i always get kappa maki. does that count? i haven’t tried anything else :(

29. how long does it take you to get ready?

If i’ve already decided what i’m gonna wear, i’m good in ten minutes. if i have to decide what to wear, i need an hour (because i check everything in the mirror and everything makes me look bad and i spiral into a crying fat shaming mess)

30. most used phrase?

καλα να ειμαστε.

31. are you a good singer?

i DO suck.

32. do you sing to yourself?

Literally every chance i get. i love singing. not one day goes by that i don’t spend a full hour at minimum just singing.

33. biggest fear?

If i talk about it, i will freak myself out.

34. do you like short or long hair?

Long.

35. are you into gossip?

I don’t do it myself, but i do love when other people bring the gossip TO me.

36. extrovert or introvert?

Introvert.

37. favorite school subject?

Geometry, algebra and biology.

38. what makes you nervous?

things that are, things that were and things that have not yet come to pass.

20. who was ur first real crush?

i had a crush on Johnny Depp before i even knew what a crush was supposed to be. i was a tiny baby and my parents were watching Sleepy Hollow and all i knew was that i wanted to keep looking at that one face. 

Fun fact, i then forgot about it and watched POTC as a teenager and got a crush on Johnny Depp AGAIN without having any idea who he was. so I went through his filmography because i liked him as jack sparrow and i stumbled on Sleepy Hollow and i remembered him! i just. that was A Moment for me.

40. how many piercings do you have?

8, all on my ears.

41. how fast can you run?

Bold of you to assume i can run.

42. what makes you angry?

i agree with what @palpalopaloma  said so i’ll leave it at that : “When people talk over me or they don't allow me to express myself, or when they assume things about me”

43. do you like your own name?

Not at all.

44. what are your weaknesses?

I’m lazy, stupid, unreliable.

45. what are your strengths?

I try to be fair.

46. what color is your bed spread?

Grey.

47. what color is your room?

White but there’s posters and jigsaw puzzles and drawings everywhere so you can barely see it.

[starlightinhumanform]

Midas

Fandom: Sanders Sides 

Ship: Romantic Loceit, Background Platonic Logincality

Summary: Greek myth tells of King Midas who could turn anything he touched to gold. Damian hates New Years but when his friends drag him to a party, he meets a man makes everything around him just a little better.

Warnings (in order of strength): A lot of drinking/alcohol mentions/partying (none underage), Mild language throughout, (please tell me if anything needs to be added)

Genre: Fluff, Mild Angst with a happy ending, Human (college) AU 

A/N: Deceit’s name is Damian in this fic :) ALSO I know there’s quite a few younger kids in this fandom and if you’re reading this (first of all, hi I love you) please please PLEASE do not take this fic as an inspiration to abuse alcohol. Underaged drinking/partying can be extremely dangerous. Ok enough being serious!! I hope you enjoy! Love you all 🖤✨

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Damian wasn’t a fan of New Years. It shouldn’t mean anything- he knew that. It was just another random day; the fact that people liked to put special significance on it didn’t actually do anything.

But all the talk of new times got into his head, made him think. It made him think about how many things had changed- the friends he had lost, the goals he had once held dear now thrown away. It made him think about how little he had grown- the bitterness he held onto, the stagnation that had settled across him. He was in his third year of grad-school; soon he would be shoved out into the real world with no academic purpose to shelter him.

“New Year, New Me.” Damian didn’t even know who he was.

If there was one thing he hated more than New Years, it was New Years parties. He would go so far as to say the things were the bane of his existence. The music was bad, people got loud and overly exuberant, and strobe lights were used were used far more than ever reasonable. Alcohol always floated around with disturbing prevalence. He hated how fuzzy it made his head- throwing off his balance and slowing his thoughts- but at least it made the party easier to handle.

Damian threw back a shot of cheap, bight blue tequila and winced as it hit the back of his throat. Disgusting. Just because he was trying to get drunk didn’t mean he lacked class.

He set the glass down on a table behind him so he could pretend he hadn’t touched the repulsive thing. He was sitting on a sofa tucked against the back corner of a living room in a house he had never been to before. Next to him, someone was already passed out. They would be starting their new year with a killer hangover.

Across the room, he could see the friends who had dragged him to the houseparty. Roman and Patton were dancing in a crowd of other students, broad grins painted across both of their faces. At least they were happy.

A young man weaved his way through the crowd and threw himself onto the sofa next to Damian with a mixture of disdain and defeat. Damian had seen him around a few times; they had a philosophy class together the last semester. What was his name? Lucas? Landon? Bradon?

“Hey,” Lu-nd-on elbowed him in the side, “You want some champagne?”

Damian raised an eyebrow as he turned to face the man, “Excuse me?”

He pulled a bottle of champagne from somewhere in his coat. The gold foil at the top was already ripped away and he popped the cork off with ease, taking a swig before offering it.

Damian tried not to stare incredulously, but it was a difficult task when his brain was short-circuiting, “Did you just drink out of a champagne bottle like it was a beer?”

“Sure. Why not.”

Damian reached out hesitantly to take the bottle. He was beginning to doubt that this actually was the guy he had shared a class with. That one looked like the type who wouldn’t have been caught dead at a party. The only similarity was the way they dressed- round wireframe glasses, a corduroy jacket over a black button down, and black skinny jeans. His hair- dark brown and pulled into a long ponytail- was the same too.

“Did- did we have a class together?” He took a drink. It was good- expensively good.

“Historical philosophy. You probably don’t remember me- my name’s Logan. You’re Damian, right?”

“Yep. I hear I’m kind of hard to forget,” Damian waved his hand at the dark red birthmark that stretched messily across the left side of his face.

“No. Well, yes. That is, I remember you for a different reason.”

Logan stared at him like he was supposed to understand what that meant. Damian stared back, hoping to convey the fact that he, in no way, understood what was going on.

“So, uh,” Damian searched for something to keep the conversation going, “can I ask about the champagne?”

“You’re asking why I have it?”

Damian nodded, “I am, yeah. Also why you pulled it out of your jacket?”

“As for the first question: people seem to have made a tradition out of getting wasted on New Years Eve and I decided to join them this year.”

Damian had never heard someone speak so matter of factly about getting drunk. He shook his head, laughing, “So you bought an entire bottle of champagne? There are easier methods, you know that right?”

“If you’re referring to the blue monstrosity everyone keeps offering, please know that I’m not a heathen.”

“Oh, so you tried one of those awful things too?”

Logan rolled his eyes with a ruthful smile, “I may have made that mistake.”

Damian handed the bottle back to Logan who took another drink before locking his gaze on Damian’s eyes. He stared like there was a problem in them and he just couldn’t figure out how to solve it. Damian was used to people staring, but not like this. Usually, they would take one look at him and their eyes would glaze over. Whatever the conversation might be, they would always be partially focused on the splatters some god had painted on his face long before he had a say in the matter. It wasn’t that Damian disliked his birthmark. He just hated the way people always saw it instead of him.

But Logan. He was looking at him. Into him, through him. He had no idea what to do with that.

Damian laughed nervously, “What are you looking at?”

Logan cleared his throat and stared out into the crowd, “Anyways I had it in my jacket because these people are all animals and I’d prefer they didn’t rob me of my 35 dollar champagne.”

Logan had handed him the bottle back and Damian choked on the mouthful he had been trying to drink, “I’m sorry, what? So let me get this right: you bought a champagne bottle which is worth more than I usually spend on food for a week. And now you are sharing it with me of all people?”

“Why not you of all people?”

Logan was staring at him again like answers to all of these riddles were obvious.

Damian blinked back, feeling more lost than he had in years. Even that stupid Advanced Geometry course he had decided to take in his freshman year hadn’t screwed him over this badly. Maybe the alcohol was finally getting to him. It would explain why he couldn’t hold a single coherent thought and why he was so hypnotized by the pale freckles that dusted Logan’s nose and cheekbones. They were so light they nearly melted into his skin and seemed to be phasing in and out off existence as the dim lighting played against Logan’s face. He had never noticed them before. Then again, he had never gotten this close before. It was a shame; Logan was mesmerizing. Damian wished he could get closer.

“So what are you going to do after we get out of here?”

It took Damian a moment to realize Logan was asking about a career and not what he would be doing after the party once they left- apparently together. That would have been strange; it was weird his brain even jumped to that conclusion.  Maybe he should stop drinking that damn champagne.

He sighed as his mind returned to the actual question. He wanted to make something up, hide behind a lie of certainty and determination. But it was too much work to weave that fabrication together. Especially on the spot. Especially with how his head was feeling. Especially in front of Logan. He hung his head, “Honestly I have no clue. I’ve always been interested in social sciences but beyond that... no plan, no clue.”

A beat of silence played out between them.  

“So what about you?” The forced brightness in his voice tasted fake and bitter in his mouth.

“I want to teach sciences,” Logan’s eyes glittered.

“A college professor, huh? I could definitely see it,” Logan handed him the bottle and Damian threw yet another swallow back. Didn’t he say he was going to stop?

“High school level, actually.”

“Really? That doesn’t seem-“ Damian pointed at the champagne bottle in an attempt to remind Logan of what a bougie, extra bitch he was, “ -sophisticated enough for you.”

Logan shrugged, “I kind of have a fascination with high schoolers-“

“Ok, that’s creepy.”

“Not like that! I mean the culture, the slang, the way it’s its own little society interacting within a larger one!” Logan’s face had split into a grin as he talked, waving his hands excitedly.

Damian didn’t even resist urge to smile back. Seeing Logan like this, well, there was something contagious about it. He couldn’t help but feel slightly in awe of the passion he saw in Logan, “You really like this stuff, don’t you?”

Logan nodded vigorously, “Do you know the new word high schoolers today have invented and are using?”

“Hmm?” Damian prompted. Anything to keep Logan talking like this. Damian wasn’t sure why he wanted to keep Logan talking. It had something to do with the way warmth was spreading out from his core in a way that was far gentler than anything drinks could do.

“Yeet.”

In the adjoining room Damian could see two groups standing on opposite tables chanting “Yeet, Yeet, Yeet, Yeet” as they tossed a smaller student (who looked like they were having the time of their life) back and forth.

“Uhh, I think college kids use that too,” Damian didn’t want to burst Logan’s bubble but he felt like he was losing his mind. At any moment he was going to start cackling.

Logan paused, giving him a pointed stare, “Maybe you do.”

Damian broke. He collapsed forward, glad he had handed the bottle back as he wrapped his arms around his shaking body. He could hardly breathe but he couldn’t stop laughing either. His head was light and buzzing warmly. It wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, but as tears started streaming out of his eyes, he knew he was officially drunk. Who gave a shit? That had been his goal, right?

He fell all the way down, letting his head land on Logan’s knee. He still couldn’t stop laughing even though it had developed solely into wheezes at that point.

Damian felt a hesitant hand tap on his back before actually settling there, “Are you ok?”

Damian sat up and wiped away the tears that had gathered at the corners of his eyes, “Bro, you’re so judgmental.”

Logan’s face shifted from concern into a scowl, “Oh. Sorry.”

The heavy bass of whatever song was playing took over the space between them. Damian kept thinking about destroying that gap. All he would have to do would be lean over, rest himself against Logan, maybe fall asleep. Maybe it was the overpriced buzz in his head talking, but he felt safe around Logan.

Out of the blue, Logan stood up, adjusting the hem of his jacket as he turned to face Damian, “Well, I won’t be bothering you anymore. Maybe I’ll see you around campus sometime. You can finish that if you want.”

Damian looked down by his feet where Logan was pointing to the champagne bottle, “Wait, I don’t understand. You’re leaving? Where?”

Logan glanced around, looking anywhere but Damian’s face. Damian was used to that but this felt different. Logan was different. At least under usual circumstances, he knew why people so adamantly refused to acknowledge his existence. He made them uncomfortable; he didn’t like it, but he got it. Here, he was absolutely clueless.

Logan finally managed to make eye contact. He was trying for a smile but as an expert liar, Damian could see straight through to the grimace beneath, “Oh, I’m sure I’ll find someone else who will tolerate my presence for a few moments.”

“Hey,” Damian acted on impulse. After all, Logan’s hand was just hanging there. It was far too empty. And at the moment, reaching forward to grab Logan’s wrist was Damian’s only way to insure that Logan wouldn’t walk away. He knew Logan was a smart guy and would probably see his honeyed whines as deception, but he had to try, “You’re really just going to get me drunk and then ditch me? Who knows what could happen?”

Logan’s eyebrows creased but he didn’t say anything. He looked like he was in pain, eyes sharp and teeth clenched behind a grimace. It was enough to make Damian drop his hand.

“Logan, it’s entirely your choice but if you would like to stay with me, I would enjoy that very much,” Truth wasn’t his strong suit, but he figured it was worth a try.

Logan squinted at him, confused or at least doubtful, “I thought you disliked my judgmental attitude.”

Damian groaned, “Dude... I didn’t mean it like that. I thought it was funny. I think you’re funny.”

“Oh,” Logan looked like he was having a hard time processing Damian’s words. It made him wonder just how many of those tequila shots Logan had thrown back before walking over. He had to be drunk. It was the only way to explain why he was acting so strange.

Damian reached out again and slowly pulled Logan back. He was hesitant but didn’t resist. Logan sat down next to Damian as if he didn’t understand his own actions. His eyes picked Damian apart like he was looking for the fine print.

“You’re sure you don’t mind me?” Logan’s expression was completely open. He was looking for the truth and Damian didn’t think he’d be able to lie if he wanted to. It was a good thing he didn’t need to.

He smiled, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Oh. Ok,” Logan settled back into the couch but his eyebrows were still weaved together. Apparently his programs finished running because he suddenly turned to Damian, grinning brightly, “I’m glad.”

Damian smiled back. He was happy to see Logan with that sparkle back, if a little confused as to how he had caused it, “You’re glad... I don’t mind you?”

Logan nodded, “Some people think I’m a little strange.”

“Yeah, I get that,” Damian winced and tried to rush out his next words, “Not, like, I think you’re strange- I think you’re really cool. I just mean people think I’m strange too.”

Damian swore he could map constellations in the stars floating in Logan’s eyes, “You think I’m cool?”

He shrugged, “I mean, yeah. You always seem to have it all together and you have determination and goals and it’s so obvious that you’re going to reach them. That passion is rare to see any more. I mean, I don’t have any of that. You don’t know how much I looked up to you in that class.”

Logan blinked at him like a deer in headlights for a moment before he began frowning, “But you’re incorrect.”

Damian looked up from where had been trying to see how much champagne was left in the bottle, “What do you mean?”

“You obviously have passion. You always had points to bring up during discussions and it was clear you had deep interest in the topics. You don’t know how in awe of you I was. You always found the least likely angle to take and still managed to make a convincing argument,” Logan took the bottle out of Damian’s frozen hands and took a drink, “It was art.”

Damian opened his mouth but all memory of speech had escape him. He looked away, trying to find something safe to stare at while he tried to gather his thoughts. His head was full of fragments, dulled glass shards that floated through fog and bumped against the edges of his mind. It hurt to try to put them all back together into one piece.

So Logan had noticed him in that class. And had remembered him; quite clearly it seemed. Except the way he was talking... nobody had ever spoken to Damian that way before. He was tempted to ask Logan if he had mistaken him for someone else.

He found his eyes wandering down to the space between them. More accurately, he was staring at how little space there was between them. When Logan had sat down the second time, he had done so right next to Damian. Like, right next to him. Now their legs were pressed together, hips and knees bumping together every time one of them shifted. Damian marveled at the fact that he hadn’t noticed before.

“Damian?” He looked up into Logan’s concerned face. God, they were so close, “Are you ok? Your eyes kinda glazed over.”

Damian laughed. It sounded breathy and far away, “Yeah, I’m good.”

From another room, someone started yelling, “LAST 15 MINUTES OF THE YEAR!!”

Logan squinted down at his watch before glaring in the direction of the voice, “There’s only five minutes left.”

Damian chuckled, watching the lines of Logan’s frown as he grimaced at the sea of people around them. There was something endearing about the blunt disdain Logan had for the idiots around them. It was nice to know he didn’t fit into that group, that he had- by some miracle- managed to fit into Logan’s bubble.

“So... you usually celebrate New Years like this?” Logan had suddenly become quite fidgety, wringing his hands in his lap. Damian tried to ignore it. He was having a hard enough time working on his own thoughts; he couldn’t even begin picking apart Logan’s thoughts.

Damian shook his head, “You mean a party? Nah, I usually don’t even celebrate. What about you?”

“Same. I don’t generally go to parties at all.”

Ah, so Damian’s original impression had been correct, “So what are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” Logan deftly avoided the question with a smirk. Damn, he was good at this.

Damian rolled his eyes, “Some friends dragged me here. Now you tell me what a straight-laced nerd like you is doing in a place like this.”

Logan snorted, “Don’t remember the last time anyone described me as straight- anything.”

“What?”

“What?”

Damian wanted to shake his head like a dog getting out of water. Maybe then, the pieces would fall into some sort of pattern he could recognize. So Logan wasn’t straight. Why did that make him so happy?

He ran his hands through his hair and tried to gain some composure, “Ok, so what is someone like you doing in a place like this?”

Logan looked out across the crowd, his mouth a tight line. On the other side of the room someone took a running start and flung themselves on a pool table that had currently been in use. The thing cracked in half.  

“I was-,” Logan paused, hands tapping quickly against his leg, “-convinced.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, “I’ve never heard someone talk so ominously about going to a party; what is that even supposed to mean?”

Logan winced. His hands were doing full cardio now, clenching into fists over and over again, “I was told someone was going to be here. I just really wanted the chance to talk to him again.”

“But you’ve only talked to me.”

“Yes,” Logan gave him that stare again like Come on, dude, the puzzle pieces are right there- just put them together. He rubbed his eyes in his hands, “Maybe this was a mistake. I didn’t mean to get you drunk. I thought you’d still be able to figure out-“

Click.

Damian’s mouth fell, “Wait, I’m the one you wanted to talk to?”

Logan gave him a small smile. It was the first time Damian had seen him look unsure of himself, “Well, yeah.”

“Oh,” Damian’s head was swimming. He could have blamed it on the champagne or how late it was or the way the lighting had began strobing, flickering between bright neon shades. But he knew that wasn’t it. He couldn’t lie this time- not even to himself.

Logan’s eyes were wide, staring into Damian. Not into his eyes- him. It was unnerving in the best way possible. The shifting light played across his irises, making them every colour of the rainbow.

“Is that ok?”

Logan’s voice startled him back to the present. He had leaned forward, supposedly to be heard above the shouting that had started. Amongst all of the raised voices, Logan’s had only gotten lower. His breath played against Damian’s ear.

Damian looked up, startled slightly but smiling, “Yeah, yeah, that’s good. That’s great.”

Logan smiled, “Yeah? Great?”

He was definitely leaning forward.

Damian huffed out a sigh but smiled even wider, “Shut up. I’m pretty sure you’re drunk.”

Logan scoffed, “And you’re not? You’re a total lightweight.”

“Shut up.”

“TEN!”

The entire house shook as the ridiculous number of students began screaming in unison

“You know, it’s also tradition to kiss someone on New Years,” Logan looked infuriatingly smug.

“NINE!”

Damian usually hated this part, everyone around him creating one huge voice- everyone but him.

Damian raised an eyebrow, “Are you asking to kiss me?”

“EIGHT!”

What he always hated most was the way the entire world seemed to be celebrating- without him. The whole damn planet filled with joy for one tiny moment and he could never figure out why.

Logan smiled like the Cheshire Cat- except the Cheshire Cat had just won the lottery, “Maybe.”

“SEVEN!”

At this point, his heart rate usually would have been spiking, feeling the pressure of “new opportunities” pressing all their expectant eyes on him.

Damian laughed, “Did you come over to talk to me just so you could get a kiss tonight?”

“SIX!”

There was always a part of Damian that would scorn him for not being happy, question why he had turned out to be such a sad, useless lump while everyone else was happily looking forward to the future.

“No,” Logan set his jaw like a stubborn toddler, “I came over here to talk to you so I could get a kiss from you tonight.”

“FIVE!”

No matter what he did, the New Year would plague him. His whole apartment complex would rattle as chanting counted down. The first hours of the year would often find Damian wandering through empty streets, desperate to escape the celebration.

Logan slid his hand onto Damian’s knee, “So can I? Kiss you?”

“FOUR!”

The whole event was just one monstrous reminder. It was an ugly mar on the calendar that whispered Look at all the things you’ve ruined. Look at how far you’ve fallen. Look at how little your future holds.

Damian nodded dumbly. His heart was pounding in his ears.

“THREE!”

New Year made him think of his parents. He always put on a bright mask for them, feeding them lies of empty aspirations and opportunities that didn’t exist. How would they feel to know their son was barreling headfirst into a dead end?

Damian was learning he didn’t need alcohol; Logan was intoxicating enough. The shine in his eyes, the self-satisfied tug to his lips, the way he kept getting closer and closer- it made Damian’s thoughts slow to a halt and everything around him lose focus.

“TWO!”

Every year, the day after would be exactly like the day before. Everyone else seemed to be determined to make themselves better. As much as he searched, Damian could never find the ways to change. New Years was usually taunting, reminding him that he would always be broken and would never be able to fix himself.

Logan’s hands played across his chest, smoothed over his shoulder, ran through his hair. His eyes found Damian’s soul. Damian couldn’t remember how to breathe.

“ONE!!”

Damian had always hated New Years.

Logan leaned all the way forward and his lips were on Damian’s. It was deeper than Damian was expecting, both of their mouths slightly open. Logan kept surging forward with his whole body, destroying the few inches left between them. Damian happily followed his lead, mindlessly falling into synchronous rhythm as Logan kept moving his lips. Except it wasn’t just his lips; Logan kissed with his whole body. He leaned against Damian and his hands were always roaming, leaving little touches as they danced over Damian’s body.

Sure, Damian had kissed other guys before. But he was pretty sure this was the first time anyone had kissed him.

One of Logan’s hands found its way to Damian’s face. His fingers tapped lightly across his birthmark. Damian remembered the kids who stared without shame, the eyes that would dart away as soon as they saw him, the way he could never hold a conversation without his birthmark joining as an unwanted guest star. Logan hadn’t done any of that. Damian had no words to describe what that man was but he liked it.

Damian broke away, completely out of breath. He had no idea how long they had been kissing- it could have been hours for all he knew- but his lungs didn’t have the same luxury of losing track.

Logan’s chest was heaving as it pressed against Damian’s side. His eyes were wide and glazed, staring a million miles away.

“Hey, Logan?”

Logan’s eyes regained their sharp focus. He smiled brightly, “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

“You’re a dork. But really,” Damian sighed, “thank you.”

Logan gave him a puzzled smile, “What for?”

“I’m pretty sure this is the first New Year I’ve ever actually enjoyed,” Damian snuggled himself closer to Logan, smiling when he felt an arm wrap around his shoulders.

Logan spoke with measured, careful words, “If you like, we could, you know, make our own New Years tradition out of this.”

Damian could feel his eyelids falling and rising every time he blinked like the great velvet currents of a theatre. They were heavy and he was warm and his head was a vague haze. He yawned widely and wrapped his arms around Logan’s waist, “I don’t think we have to wait until New Year to do this again.”

He fell asleep listening to Logan stuttering out some happy response. Maybe New Years wasn’t so bad.

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~ @phan-fander @abi-beehive ~

[magcraftsays]

stories from the tmacraft vault: the actual stranger (not the podcast one)

we have a java minecraft server, this much is clear. it had been open for a few months using a third party hosting service, until several severe issues regarding backups and the lack of them caused us to lose massive amounts of work. eventually we decided to switch to a new service, and until we could get our old server data back, we would play on an interim server. we went with a skyblock preset, and played there for a month.

after so long away from magcraft that I literally dreamed about it, our server was open again, with a new ip address - the same one as we used for skyblock. its important to note that we didnt have a whitelist at the time, and shared our in game names in a discord channel as a courtesy.

and then, on the evening of August 6, 2020, at 7:25 PM EST, zia sends the fateful message.

a person we didnt know had logged onto our minecraft server, asked who we were, and said "yall got discord?". Gary, ever polite and kind, told the stranger we were from the tmacraft discord, and the stranger asked for an invite code. upon further questioning, the stranger revealed this server "used to be [theirs]". they then disconnected, after only a few minutes.

our server has two admins, sphor and quin. unfortunately for us, sphor was expected to be busy until 9 PM EST, and quin was unable to access minecraft due to being on data at the time. however, on discord, quin encouraged players to tell the stranger to leave.

at 7:28 pm est, the stranger returned, despite us trying to make it clear the first time around that they weren't welcome. the second visit consisted of them mostly wandering around the shopping district (which is centered around spawn). we took the opportunity to ask why they were here. they explained they used to have this server, and when asked why they were there, they said they "didnt know" and that they just wanted to look at their old minecraft worlds. upon questioning they denied having a twitter or tumblr account, but reiterated that they had and used discord. in the shopping district, the stranger found our beloved slime ur mom, and the valiant hero gary bonked them away with an enchanted stick, prompting the poetic response of "bruh". then the stranger got launched into the vast thousands of blocks in the sky.

it was at this point we decided to have some fun with it, even if it was discomforting. coomo tried to recruit the stranger into the spiral. more weird stuff happened, including the stranger having connectivity issues and mentioning this to us casually as if we were all friends, and by 7:50 pm EST, the stranger had logged out.

dot happened to see where the stranger logged out - an spot in the shopping district - and genesis and sel decided to camp the location with good gear, in the event the stranger returned. after a while of waiting, they - along with the other players online, including octo, zia, coomo, gary, steph, and soozu - got bored, and a bored magcrafter is a dangerous thing.

we decided to intimidate the stranger into not returning, in the event they returned before admin intervention. gary and zia sent the ground in the area on fire; gary added eerie noteblocks underground that could be triggered with the press of a button. genesis scattered redstone dust all over the area, and blood soaked the clay earth of spawn once more. the remnants of a monstrous rib cage emerged from the earth, ivory spires. we perched there, like crows on power lines, or like vultures waiting for a wounded animal to die.

we decided to look intimidating, so we sourced a collection of salmon heads; some of which we wore, some of which we forced onto naked armor stands. we used the web's cursed book to twist them into unnatural shapes, impossible unknowable geometries, and set them to stand at each cardinal direction; guards to defend from the other.

outside of the server & during this time, I, genesis, did some research. the stranger's username had been owned by several other minecraft accounts previously, and was most active around 2014 in multiplayer competitive circles (ex. factions), and made a few forum posts here and there. the current account with the username - i.e. the stranger - had not had any past usernames, but there was no information on when the account had been created. a look at one of the other accounts with the username in its history suggested that the stranger's current account was created on or after early june 2019.

by 9:35 pm EST sphor had returned to learn what had happened and get in contact with support. notably, they added a whitelist, and that's where the story ends.

There are more mysteries than fact in this case. we dont know who they were, we dont know what they wanted. I'm inclined to believe them - I dont believe they lied, except perhaps for the strange comment they made about internet connection in "north america" (nobody from North America calls it that, in that way). to be honest, after the fact some of us were tempted to give that person our discord info, just to see what would have happened; however, I'm glad that never came to pass, because the safety of our servermates and friends is unfortunately more important than solving this mystery.

the stranger's username was redacted for their privacy; although we didnt get any contact info for them, I felt it best to be considerate. remember to like comment and subscribe and smash that bell for notifications every time I curse yall with another post

[math1089]

Several Proofs of the Angle Sum Property: the sum of the angles of a Triangle is 180°

The birth of a True Equilateral Triangle from Isosceles parents is the subject of rejoicing in our country from many furlongs around.Edwin Abbott Welcome to the blog Math1089 – Mathematics for All. There exist several types of triangles, each characterized by three angles. While the specific angles may vary, there is a consistent relationship among them. This is encapsulated in the Angle Sum…

[ye2owm2cm]

“100 reasons why I love you:

1. your red hair

2. your green eyes

3. your clear skin

4. your fucking laugh

5. your perfect teeth

6. your beautiful smile

7. your wonderful personality

8. how you are yourself around anybody

9. your Tommy Hilfiger hoodies that I always rock

10. your Tommy Hilfiger fanny pack omg

11. our 4 am conversations

12. making love after deep talks

13. the way you make love to me

14. how generous you are, you never allow someone else to go without as long as you can always help, although, it can be one of your weaknesses. people never do you as well.

15. smoking dabs together

16. our blunt cruises have always been my favorite

17. CANES DATES!!!!

18. you wanting me in recovery, an thick

19. you loving me for the way I am an who I am

20. the endless amount of love you make me feel

21. your strong arms

22. your eczema is still super cute even tho you hate it

23. the way you always appreciate everything i do for you, an everyone else

24. your jokes

25. you always end up freestyling an it’s so adorable

26. the way you write about me

27. the way you write about what we’ve gone through

28. YOU!!!!!

29. i love how tall you are

30. an that cock ;)

31. when we cook our dinners together

32. the endless amount of love you always give me

33. your big ass feet

34. our matching Jordan snakeskins

35. wardrobe shopping together

36. grocery shopping with you is a hell of a rollercoaster

37. the way you put in the work to get through the things we’ve gone through

38. how you always respect me

39. an the fact you’ve always respected me

40. definitely not when you pretended you were gonna rob me for the weed you had just sold me with your homeboy

41. sophomore year geometry with mr.brown when i was a junior

42. monday stories

43. when you’re drunk an lovey after drinking beer

44. you won’t let anyone disrespect me

45. HOMEMADE CANES!!!!!!

46. red lobster dates

47. movie dates!!

48. how you always tell everyone you wanna marry me

49. how you love my big forehead

50. how you give me low temp dabs

51. our clear cookie crumble

52. how you spoil me

53. when you hold me

54. booty rubs

55. back rubs

56. you hate feet but you rub mine

57. back shots

58. you have a cute nose

59. freckles

60. your beard

61. your baby face

62. my favorite red curls

63. your obsession with my booty

64. you get so jealous it’s cute

65. molly

66. cheektowaga

67. niagra falls

68. you when you sing to me

69. sleeping next to you every night

70. your voice when you first wake up is so sexy

71. blunts before bed

72. morning blunts are even better though

73. how we’re so perfect together

74. power couple

75. your hugs are to die for

76. you always give me forehead kisses!!!!!!

77. your eyelashes are perfect

78. your New York slang

79. parties with you

80. traveling with you

81. waking up next to you

82. cheek kisses

83. nose kisses

84. giving you forehead kisses!!!!!!

85. you’re my big baby

86. movie nights

87. our wedding day one day

88. your sleepy voice

89. you were the cutest baby too

90. the way you love when i call you baby boy

91. the way you rub my back

92. your back freckles

93. popping your zits lmao

94. your thighs are my favorite

95. an your booty

96. you’re my bestfriend

97. you were my bestfriend when I first met you

98. our trust for each other

99. us!!!!

100. how strongly we love each other

— 10:44 pm // ye2owm2cm// 100 reasons

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Eocoracias brachyptera

By Scott Reid

Etymology: Dawn Near Crow

First Described By: Mayr & Mourer-Chauvire, 2000

Classification: Dinosauromorpha, Dinosauriformes, Dracohors, Dinosauria, Saurischia, Eusaurischia, Theropoda, Neotheropoda, Averostra, Tetanurae, Orionides, Avetheropoda, Coelurosauria, Tyrannoraptora, Maniraptoromorpha, Maniraptoriformes, Maniraptora, Pennaraptora, Paraves, Eumaniraptora, Averaptora, Avialae, Euavialae, Avebrevicauda, Pygostaylia, Ornithothoraces, Euornithes, Ornithuromorpha, Ornithurae, Neornithes, Neognathae, Neoaves, Inopinaves, Telluraves, Afroaves, Coraciimorphae, Cavitaves, Eucavitaves, Picocoraciae, Picodynastornithes, Coraciiformes, Eocoraciidae

Status: Extinct

Time and Place: 48 million years ago, in the Ypresian age of the Eocene of the Paleogene 

Eocoracias was found in the Messel Pit formation of Darmstadt-Dieburg, Germany 

Physical Description: Eocoracias was an early, transitional relative of modern rollers - a group of predatory, tree-dwelling birds that often feature bright, distinctive colors and patterns in their feathers. Eocoracias itself resembled rollers and their closest relatives alike, showcasing how this group of birds evolved (rollers being closely related to animals such as kingfishers). Overall, it looked a lot like modern rollers - it had a large head compared to the rest of its body, a relatively rectangular front of the head, though its eyes were not developed quite the same as modern roller eyes. In addition, its skull wasn’t quite as long and thin as modern rollers, though it did have as robust a beak as its living relatives. It had smaller toe bones than other rollers, though it is unlikely that this would have translated to it being less arboreal than its modern relatives. This is corroborated by the fact that its legs were somewhat short, though still similar to living rollers. It also had shorter wings than living members of the group, as well as long tail feathers, similar to modern Ground Rollers. In overall size, it was about the same size as a modern jay - around 35 centimeters in length, so a little bigger than most modern rollers.

Diet: Unlike its modern relatives, Eocoracias was not exclusively a meat-eater; instead, seeds have been found in its stomach in addition to animal material, indicating that Eocoracias was more of a generalized feeder. As an omnivore, it would have fed upon seeds, insects, fruit, and maybe even small vertebrates.

Behavior: Though Eocoracias was probably more closely related to modern Rollers, its overall body shape actually resembled Ground Rollers more closely. As such, it might have had a more similar lifestyle to Ground Rollers than to Rollers. Its short, triangular wings would have been useful in more short bursts of flight and agile maneuvering; its sturdier legs meant that, though it was still arboreal, it probably spent more time on the ground than modern rollers. In addition, it may have even nested in holes on the ground, rather than holes in trees like modern Rollers.

By José Carlos Cortés

Ecosystem: The Messel Pit was an extremely diverse and important ecosystem from the middle of the Eocene, showcasing how life began to transition into modern forms. Precursors of modern mammals and birds are common in the fossils from the Messel Pit, as well as other groups of animals such as insects, fish, and reptiles; in addition, plants showcase the unique climate and environment of the planet at this time. This environment was during the Global Rainforest period of the first half of the Eocene, in which the world was warm and wet, and covered with rainforest environments. The Messel Pit environment was no different; the area that the fossils represent was a large lake, surrounded by an extensive forest ecosystem. Volcanic gases were also common within the lake, which would have overwhelmed the animals living around it and caused mass deaths, allowing their bodies to fall into the lake and leading to their exceptional preservation.

Though it’s impossible to list all the animals that lived alongside Eocoracias, some notable dinosaurs that also lived in the Messel Pit along with Eocoracias include other Coraciiformes like Messelirrisor and Primobucco. The early relative of songbirds, Primozygodactylus, was a common feature in the area. The parrot of prey Messelastur was also present, as was the early seriema-like Strigogyps and the tiny owl Palaeoglaux. Early primates, rodents, bats, horses, and Leptictidium also lived in the area. Though it wasn’t found with it, Gastornis also probably would have frequented the environment of Eocoracias, though since Gastornis fed upon fruit, it wouldn’t have eaten Eocoracias. Instead, Messelastur and Strigogyps might have been main the predators of Eocoracias.

Interestingly enough, though this was an intensely forested environment, none of the tree-dwelling birds got as large as modern crows; this was probably due to the density of the vegetation.

Other: Eocoracias is known from multiple individuals, indicating it was fairly common within the Messel ecosystem.

~ By Meig Dickson

Sources under the cut 

Mayr, G., C. Mourer-Chauviré. 2000. Rollers (Aves: Coraciiformes s.s.) from the Middle Eocene of Messel (germany) and Upper Eocene of the Quercy (France). Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology 20 (3): 533 - 546.

Mayr, G. 2009. Paleogene Fossil Birds. Springer-Verlag Berlin Heidelberg.

Mayr, G. 2016. The early Eocene birds of the Messel fossil site: a 48 million-year-old bird community adds a temporal perspective to the evolution of tropical avifaunas. Biological Reviews 92 (2): 1174 - 1188.

Mezger, J. E., M. Felder, F.-J. Harms. 2013. Crystalline rocks in the maar deposits of Messel: key to understanding the geometries of the Messel Fault Zone and didatreme and the post-eruptional development of the basin fill. Journal of the German Geosciences Society 164 (4): 639 - 662.

[ac1dmode]

Drawing 19.01.20

As promised, I spread what’s there with the first drawing lesson

A little about the general impression:

First team. I did not go to individual, but group classes to the teacher in her one-room apartment, converted into a studio, one room for composition, the other for sketching.

For the first time, another girl came with me, with bright pink hair.

We sat on the first of 4 desks in the drawing room and began to wait for the class to begin. Two more girls sat behind us, apparently already experienced.

At first we were silent, but word for word - and now we are already discussing winter resorts, snow, and admission to various universities)

I am very glad that everyone turned out to be so friendly and interesting:

Secondly a teacher. A woman of 35-40 years old, specific, not without a sense of humor, and judging by the first impression she is very competent.

Immediately, without derogation, she told a brief work plan, discussed our faculties and examples of work on the exam, explained everything about the tools for work (in fact I need to change everything: a new pencil case, a bag for the A3 format, pencils of a certain softness-hardness, a protractor, a regular ruler 30cm, a heavier architectural ruler, a good pair of compasses, a normal eraser - definitely need to go to Leonardo)

At first she asked me to draw three-dimensional figures - which we can only recall. Naturally, I crookedly drew things that are from geometry. A neighbor is about the same.

Then she told and showed the basic principles of constructing figures - as it turned out, almost everything is built from a cube, and gave the task to repeat.

Not to say that I was dumb a lot, but still asked for a couple of pieces to remind. In the end, it turned out definitely a better daub before the explanation, although it’s dirty - the materials are not the same

The house was asked to train and repeat the construction and make a line-up of these three figures so that they covered parts of each other, and show it in the figure

In general, I absolutely liked it, I absolutely want to continue)

Tomorrow I’ll try to go for materials, then I’ll show :з

Explanations in the photo: before the lesson, explanations of the teacher, after the lesson

[zealiketea]

ask game BARRAGE 0 13 15 26 32 & 33 34 & 35 37 42 43 44 44 again

0. (height) havent been measured in years and dont have the resources to do so currently so i will estimate 5' 9" to 5' 11" because i am just a bit shorter than a 6' friend of mine

13. (turn ons) physically possible turn ons: large quantities of physical affection, whispering sexies in my ear, the idea of clicker training (havent gone through it yet) physically impossible: vore

15: (fav movie) probs both spiderverse films or puss in boots 2 or del toros pinnocchio or the lego movie (lego batman gets an honorable mention) (nimona mightve been here if id actually watched it yet oopsies)

26. (pet peeve) when a customer is being served by someone but i dont know so i go up to them and greet them but instead of saying "oh no im alright you can go serve someone else" they make two entire people start doing shit for them which can be absolutely detrimental especially when we have other people waiting please for the love of FUCKING GOD DONT HOG CUSTOMER SERVICE (recency bias, this happened earlier today)

32. (words that upset me) singular words dont particularly upset me so i cant easily think of stuff i havent repressed

33. (words that i enjoy) this post really hit me, and i highlighted the things that i relate to specifically. that last paragraph especially spoke directly to me as someone who resents my old violent outbursts.

34. (whats attractive about girls) everything

35. (whats attractive about boys) not much but femboys and twinks get me acting up

37. (insecurity) what my friends actually think of me

42. (what i last ate) uhh The Melbourne Rock Candy Aniseed Bo Peep Traditional Recipe hard candy and a bowl of nachos

43. (first attractive person i think of) nondescript hyperfeminine figure (tho with some thought im p down bad for futaba like. ranga neet girl?? sign me UP)

44. (random fun fact) The Penguins of Madagascar: Operation Plushie Rescue for the Leapster Explorer has DLC content that is currently lost media, simply because i havent released it to the public yet

44. (again) like over a year ago now i tried beating a geometry dash level called I Dont Wanna Go, died at 98%, and never touched the level again. I have done the same with Biru, but Biru is 5 minutes long