#FUCK polar coordinates

[meteortrails]

in case anyone was wondering what actual quantum mechanics looks like. this was from a 50 minute lecture that made me feel like I’ve maybe never learned anything in my whole fucking life lmao

[mixtape-racha]

boyfriend!felix thoughts

in a felix brainrot after his insta stories with hyunjin icl | sfw and nsfw under the cut

warnings: mention of alcohol, sub!felix, use of "mommy", voyeurism, pussy eating // minors dni, 18+

sfw

boyfriend!felix who buys you a pandora bracelet for your first birthday/christmas as a couple, and then gets you a new charm for said bracelet every anniversary

boyfriend!felix who coordinates outfits with you for every event - even if its just similar colour schemes, or matching shoes, all the way down to identical outfits

boyfriend!felix who surprises you with holidays to australia - you thinking you'll be visiting his family - but really the two of you rent a camper-van and go on a roadtrip to visit all the places he wanted to when he was younger

boyfriend!felix who helps you prepare for presentations and gets a little too into character - coming into the living room in a cardigan and glasses with a clipboard, marking down everything you did right and anything he feels you could edit or work on (which he happily helps you do)

boyfriend!felix who makes a point to call or text you at every opportunity if you go out for the evening - checking in on where you are, who you're with, how much you've had to drink. he gets worried letting you head home alone from a bar, so is always on call to pick you up if you need it

boyfriend!felix who takes you to any concert he can - an artist you love, a small and upcoming artist you has free tickets to their first proper gig, anything. he loves the way you sing the songs to each other, or sway to the music like you're in your own world. he knows gigs are your favourite place, and is more than happy to indulge you

boyfriend!felix who adopts animals with you so often to the point that you have a collection of plushies and bracelets that you received for adopting sharks, penguins, polar bears, lions, etc.

boyfriend!felix who has a note in his phone of all his most important dates, so he could never, ever forget. the top ten all include you - from your first date, first kiss, the day he asked you to be his girlfriend, to the first time you stayed over at his, or the first time you wore his clothes

boyfriend!felix who's love language is making playlists and mixtapes. you can't even count the amount of spotify links or burned cd's you have courtesy of your lovely boyfriend. he truly has one for every occasion, and a cd for each year you've been together

boyfriend!felix who always, without fail, remembers your dog's birthday. you never have to remind him or hint, he just knows - he actually remembered it before he remembered your birthday, and always comes over equipped with treats and toys and a birthday cap and a doggy-safe cake

nsfw

boyfriend!felix who gets off on the idea of the boys watching you fuck him with his favourite purple dildo and making him show how much of a needy slut he really is in front of his closest friends

boyfriend!felix who spends hours between your thighs just mouthing at your pussy to the point where its so normal that you could be playing a hame on your phone while he's down there whining and mumbling to himself

boyfriend!felix who is a complete service top. he gets off on your bossing him around and telling him what to do - it makes him feel stupid in the best way and makes his head all fuzzy

boyfriend!felix who found out he was into cock-stepping when you accidentally knelt on his bulge while trying to climb over him in the sofa - if he jizzed in his pants when you did it again, no one had to know, right?

boyfriend!felix who has genuinely cum in his pants to your voice. you sent him a voice message while he was away on tour, and of course you were getting yourself off, but just the sounds you made and things you said made him cum without realising

boyfriend!felix who wants to be used as your personal sex toy. just tie him up and use him, honestly. he genuinely doesn't care if his needs are being met, just meet your own and trust him when he says he'll enjoy it

boyfriend!felix who sometimes gets so needy that he practically makes out with your pussy through your panties. no, don't bother removing them. they're already so wet and warm with your slick, whats the harm in keeping them on? and honestly its one of the best orgasms you've ever had

boyfriend!felix who has only dommed once in your relationship, but its was exhilarating for both of you. he had you cuffed to the bed frame with a blindfold on, and the hottest part was the way he described everything he was currently or going to do to you in the sexiest way possible

boyfriend!felix who no matter what positions you're in, holds you as tight as he can. he knows you get off on feeling every single muscle in his body working purely just to give you an orgasm/ the muscles in his arms as he holds you, the muscles in his abs as he thrusts, the muscles in his legs holding himself up, the muscles in his tongue as he wrestles with your own - god, its so hot

boyfriend!felix who fucks you in a hotel hot tub on your first vacation as husband and wife. its a rooftop hot tub that you stumbled across, and headed back to you a 2 in the morning when you knew it would be empty. it was risky, it was exciting, it was fantastic. and if thats where your eldest son was conceived, well... no one needs to know that, do they?

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[crab-boy-blues]

I cannot express the amount of home that this show has given me.

As a queer, transmasc person, I have never felt very comfortable with labels. I thought I was lesbian, then non-binary and bisexual, and then just a gay trans guy. Although I'm fairly sure I'm only attracted to masculine aligned people and that I am masculine aligned myself, I only felt the need for those labels because it's just so much easier to be binary. To have solid answers to who you are, to fit nicely into one category, to be easy to explain. But I have never been a polar or binary person in any sense, I have always been fluid. From my gender identity to expression, my ADHD fixation cycle of constantly moving on to new things, to my tendency to mirror people and morph a bit into different situations.

But nothing about our world just lets you live free and fluid like that. This is not conducive with our society of cishet being the default, and anything else needing to be clearly stated. Because you can't just be different and go unexplained, you have to justify your very existence. It is exhausting to live as a fluid person in many aspects, and constantly having to pinpoint myself on arbitrary scales that were set up by other people, to help them understand. I don't owe anyone coordinates to the exact degree of my transness. You don't owe anyone an explanation.

Our flag means death is such a beautiful depiction of a way of being that just lets people be. At almost no point is straight the expectation. The words queer and gay don't come up a single time throughout the show (correct me on that if I'm wrong), because it's just not relevant. The point of the show is that they're in love, and the fact that they're both men has almost no bearing on the situation whatsoever. Because it doesn't change anything. Jim is never acknowledged as trans, there isn't a coming out, Jim is just Jim, and it's not questioned. Olu, Zheng, Jim, and Archie's relationship is never clarified. Because we don't need to know if they're two couples or one quadruple, it just. Doesn't. Matter.

This stupid fucking beautiful show let's these wonderful characters be who they are, no presets to their selfness. To hell with historical accuracy, to hell with realism. Because this pocket of celebration of self, of queer joy, of love, it isn't about that. It's not about the details, or the timeline, or the exactness. It just is. It's fluid and free and fucking beautiful. And it's a home for people like me.

"it's about belonging to something"

[aimeelouart]

Does anyone happen to know. How to graph a triangle in polar coordinates. Because the bounds of this goddamn double integral of a circle and a triangle are FUCKING ELUDING ME.

[lifeandtimesoftrying]

The overlords’ persuasion, the Morningstar’s power, and what this means for Charlie

Hazbin Hotel's been rotating in my head since the finale and I have capital-t Thoughts about the worldbuilding (and its implications). So!

Hazbin Hotel’s power system is fundamentally divided into two parts: the overlords, whose abilities are fully tied to and determined by their connections with other denizens, and the Morningstars/other Hell-born aristocracy, whose abilities are innate and unchanging. I think this is why Lucifer is incredibly powerful while not really having power, the overlords seem to be running the show, and Charlie’s character has a lot left to come.

(This got pretty long and there are spoilers, so I’m putting it under a cut!)

Lucifer doesn’t have much authority—the meeting to decide the fate of hell is attended by only the overlords, other demons repeatedly dismiss Charlie (often even using her relationship with her dad to do so), and when we do finally meet the King of Hell himself, it’s when he’s engaged in a hobby which he clearly has a lot of free time for. When Charlie needs large numbers of allies, it’s Alastor and Rosie who coordinate to get them for her, and Alastor is terrified of Zestiel but told Lucifer “fuck you” to his face. Lucifer doesn’t have any control over his subjects.

However, he is still incredibly powerful. He and Charlie, whose powers presumably came from him, defeated Adam, and in the finale sequence he conjured the foundation for a whole hotel without any strain.

The overlords function in the exact opposite way: their powers are gained through their various relationships with other people, and can be influenced as such. Most obviously, Carmilla Carmine explicitly tells Vaggie that the best way to fight is for love, but Rosie is powerful because of the ways she can provide for people and gain their loyalty. Alastor’s known to have bought souls to do his bidding, and the Vees are all themed around ways to influence people (pornography, TV, and social media), and at least one of them also has contracts for souls.

“Hell’s Greatest Dad” illustrates both the overlords’ and the aristocracy’s perspectives. Regardless of how authentic Alastor is being in his claims in the song, it can be assumed that he’s doing everything he can to convince Charlie to work with him, and Lucifer is doing the same. However, their approaches are polar opposites.

Lucifer’s persuasion relies on his innate abilities: he calls himself “the big boss of Hell himself,” and says that he can help “with the punch of a pentagram / I wap-bam-boom, alakazam / Usually I charge a sacrificial lamb / But you get the family rate.” This emphasizes both his familial (and unchangeable) tie to Charlie and his inborn abilities, which come up again when he says “there’s no substitute for pure angelic power.”

The reasons that Alastor cites for why he should be chosen are all based in the actions that he’s done for Charlie, and the resulting relationship that they have because of those actions. He emphasizes his consistency (“who’s been here since day one”) and reliability (who’s been faithful as a nun), both of which are good traits for an overlord to have.

I think this contrast is why Mimzy has to show up when she does: there is no way to resolve the argument about whether to choose that which has been built or that which you were born with. And that’s because of Charlie. Charlie’s dad was never mortal, but her mom was. None of the overlords have been called immortal, but many of them are confirmed to have been mortal. A large part of Charlie’s arc in season 1 is her learning how to connect with the people around her and get them to believe in her. She is, in many ways, beginning to function like an overlord would. With one major difference.

We know that Husk used to be an overlord, most likely one of gambling. Gambling is really three things: chance, skill, and being able to read other people without them being able to read you. And from what we know of overlords, getting that status requires all of those traits. Chance and skill exist in any field, but the ability to see past other’s facades without revealing your own hand is incredibly important here, to the point where it’s Alastor’s whole shtick—a smile is a way of staying in control.

But where overlords try to read those around them while keeping their own feelings hidden, Charlie always has her heart on her sleeve. When she goes to cannibal town, Alastor’s advice that she always smile quickly stops working, and only after she’s processed her feelings about Vaggie by talking with Rosie is she able to convince people to follow her.

But this is still only half of what she’s potentially capable of. We haven’t seen her try to battle anyone on her own and win—the closest we got was Valentino, but she quickly backed down from that. Since a second season is scheduled, my bet is that it’ll follow her learning the extent of her innate powers, and how to pair them with her connections to others—after all, she is the only character with both mortal an immortal lineages.

[harlowtales]

PART 2

Jack faces a glitch in his master plan but can he turn things around?

📍See Part 1: Jack decides to teach his friends a lesson for how they treat Y/N

18+ Adult Themes - Drama/Language

It was all over town. Drake and JCole were coming to Lexington and of course Jack wouldn’t miss it. His two idols couldn’t pass through Kentucky without paying homage to the King of Kentucky. The buzz was crazy and there was already thousands of people on a Ticketmaster wait list.

Everyone in Jack’s crew looked forward to going. No question Jack would perform Churchill Downs with Drake and the afterparty would be legendary. Immediately his team went into preparation putting out promo. Jack started getting calls from his inner circle. “Of course you’re all coming” He said on his 20th call for the morning. Even his mother called. “Really mom?” He said incredulously.

As part of Jack’s team you flew into prep mode to support Neelam with anything she needed to coordinate the perfect experience with Drake and Cole’s teams. You got to FaceTime with both of them and realized Jack must have a nickname for you that he was telling everybody to call you by.

When Drake got on the phone with you he said the same thing as JCole “Sup lil Mama.” They endearingly said.

“Jackman.” You said seriously to Jack one morning, why’s everyone starting to call me “Lil Mama?”

“Cuz pups is Lil Yo and you Lil Mama.” He said as he pecked you on the forehead preparing to head to the studio for the day.

“Ah ok thanks for clearing that up.” You said smiling to yourself that he considered you, him, and the puppy such a unit. You didn’t live with him but you may as well. You had a lot of stuff at his place like clothes and a toothbrush. Technically you actually lived on campus.

Since the incident with you telling him about his female friends being two-faced with you Jack had a plan to fuck with them for fucking with you and you couldn’t wait.

You took “Lil Yo” a.k.a Lou Lou for a walk, went to the gym, and headed to art class. The bartender from the club Jack DJ’d at was in your class and always held a spot for you. “Hey girl” he said “You ready to present today?”

“So ready, I did a ton of research for this art history project. How about You?” You asked him.

“I’m not as prepared as you which is no surprise.” He replied with a sigh. “So has Mr. Lovin on Me proposed yet?”

You were surprised at the randomness of the question.

“Is there something you know that I don’t?” You said slightly irritated.

“Just think it’s been awhile. From what you’ve told me there’s no shortage of competition.” He said. Word in Jack’s circles was a proposal was coming.

Jack was going to pop the question and his female friends were saying in secret chat rooms that Jack could do better. Your friend was in that chat and you had no idea. He got chummy with some of them the night you ditched them to talk to him at the bar for so long. Finding out they had the same goals of hating you and Jack as a couple, they invited him into their inner circle of witches.

He wanted you badly since first year of college. The mission they gave him was to get things on you they could use and provoke a situation where you kiss, or even sleep with him and they get Jack back as an eligible bachelor. When Jack was single they believed one of them had a shot at landing him and they would all share the benefits in money, clothes, gifts, or trips, and have access to other rich men.

Jack was FaceTiming you which he often did when you were in class. He didn’t care about timing. Class hadn’t started yet so you picked up.

“Hey babe!” You said “what’s up?”

“Just wishing you good luck today.” He said but his smile soon faded.

“Hey What’s Poppin?” The bartender appeared and waved.

“Sup.” Jack said unceremoniously

You caught the change in Jack’s tone. “Babe are you good?” You asked concerned

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He said in a bit of a snarky way

“Ok either you’re suddenly bi-polar or I’m trippin.” You said about his complete switch up.

“He always sit next to you?” Jack asked

“Yeah of course, he saves me a seat most times cuz you know I’m always late.” You explained

“Oh of COURSE he saves a seat for you.” Jack repeated in a mocking way.

“Uh I gotta go hun. I love you, and don’t forget to call Drizzy this afternoon, we need everything to be perfect for the show.” You were a bit troubled by Jack’s change in behaviour all of a sudden and decided to bring him back to business.

After your presentation you were standing outside talking with your bartender friend and some other classmates who were congratulating you on a great presentation when a White Jeep rolled up with heavy bass thumping. Once people caught on who it was they swarmed the jeep screaming and whipped out their phones. Urban, Nemo, and Nicki waved to you as Jack jumped out with the puppy and came towards you. He had on jeans, a white tank top, and shades. A simple but deadly combination. He signed some autographs and took a few selfies on his way over to you and your friends.

“Baby.” He said handing you Lou Lou and planting a deep kiss on you making girls on campus wish they were you.

“Ummm hi” you said a bit embarrassed and a bit mesmerized as your lips parted. He always had that effect on you. “What a pleasant surprise.”

“Well I thought I’d come see my girl and take her shopping.” He said glancing nonchalantly at the bartender who stood there with his arms folded.

“So as I was saying Y/N I think your point about Van Gough was spot on.” The bartender continued completely ignoring Jack Harlow just appeared. “Your work is amazing. I can’t wait to see it at a gallery one day. With all Jack’s connections I’m sure that’ll happen for you.” Bartender guy said. “Jack what’s your favourite piece Y/N has ever painted?”

Jack knew what this guy was trying to do but fact of the matter was Jack couldn’t really answer him. He was so absorbed in his career he didn’t know what your best work was.

“I can’t pick a favourite.” Jack said “Y/N is so talented, she can get her own opportunities and I’ll support whatever she does.”

“Wow, can’t even get a little hook up? That’s kinda rough Y/N.” The bartender said getting on Jack’s last nerve.

You watched the exchange in silence. Finally understanding what was going on. You decided to defend Jack. “You know if I was touring the globe I don’t think I’d have enough time to know all of my work either. Jack doesn’t have to know what his favourite painting of mine is. He supports me 100%.” You said lovingly looking up at Jack.

“Yeah well you’re an artist. Why did some other artist do his album cover? Drake’s 5 year old drew his album cover. Do you know all the words to Jack’s songs? I bet you know your favourite Jack Harlow song but he can’t tell us what his favourite painting is of his “Lil Mama?”” He dug into your deepest insecurities as you confided in him that you thought Jack was not selfish but self-absorbed.

Everyone was staring and a crowd was gathering. Jack didn’t want to make a scene and get you in trouble at school.

“Let’s go baby before someone gets hurt.” Jack said looking at the guy and then at his friends in the Jeep, sending a clear message. Jack’s radar went up. Only inner circle knew he called you his “Lil Mama”.

“Yeah Jack I agree let’s go” You said and looked disappointedly at who you thought was a good friend as you walked away.

“Why did you come to my school?” You said snapping your seat belt angrily.

“I thought you were happy to see me.” Jack said sarcastically.

“Since when do you show up at my school in your fucking sunglasses acting like you just showed up to some red carpet just to take me shopping? You don’t do shopping sprees, and I don’t want them. What douche bag is impersonating my boyfriend? And you should know my paintings and have a favourite!!! Everything is not about you!”

“You see what this fucking asshole is trying to do and it’s working!” Jack yelled as he hit the road. All the guys were quiet in the Jeep as you argued.

“Take me to my dorm.” You demanded.

Jack did want to take you shopping…for a ring. The thought of some other guy that shared your passion in life and could get into your head was not ok. He had to make a major move, but now he was just mad.

“Fine. Go back to your little dorm.” Jack said furiously

“I don’t even know who you are anymore.” You said bawling and slammed the Jeep door. You handed Lou Lou over to Urban and ran to your dorm. You weren’t even at the front door before you unfriended Jack on IG.

Jack’s female friends saw the unfollow as soon as it happened.

“You ok buddy?” One of them said as soon as he put them on speaker in the car.

“I’m fine why?” Jack said bewildered

“Y/N just unfollowed you.” She said

“What?” Jack said shocked “We had a fight, but why would she do that?”

“I never liked her. You don’t deserve that.” The girl said

“Naw you got it twisted. I don’t deserve Y/N” he said.

Jack couldn’t believe all the snakes in the grass and saw what everyone was trying to do to you and him. “Fellas, you wanna shut down a jewelry store so we can buy a ring in peace?” He said to his guys.

“A ring? After that just happened?” Urban said thinking his bestie had lost his mind.

“I need it now more than ever. Everyone tryna fuck me and Y/N up got it coming” Jack said determined.

“I’m down” Nemo said

“Let’s go fuck it up” Nicki agreed

“I think you’re crazy but count me in.” Said Urban

@itsyagirljaz @okaaay-mice @ride4harlow

[sirowsky-stories]

The Old Prince

Part 8

Author's Note: I'm back! So sorry for the wait, I've been dealing with a crippling hormone imbalance. But no matter, writing has resumed and I'm coming back with action, suspense and of course, a little angst. Hope you'll love it!

Description: While fighting the creatures, you and Oberyn are soon facing threats on three fronts, forcing you to retreat. But that's easier said than done when the dragon isn't the only one who can fly.

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Monster Oberyn Martell x Female Reader, AU fic, obviously Halloween themed, reader cusses. Descriptions of people being murdered/eaten. Some angst. Word Count: 4767 Author's Masterlist

   The two monsters working together somehow seems to amplify their darkness, as if they’re feeding off each other. They coordinate their efforts without any communication taking place between them, and before you know it, the police car has been destroyed and the two creatures have fled into an office building on the left side of the street, killing people on the fly as they pass them, just because they can, knowing that the dragon can’t follow without bringing the entire building down.

   But while that’s happening, you find yourself having entirely different problems. Because as Oberyn’s focus remains locked on the innocent people within that building, he can’t keep an eye on you as well, which is of course why the spirits decide to attack you right then.    You spot a movement in the corner of your eye to the right, and when you turn your head to find out what it is, you discover a polar bear, the size of a fucking bus, coming at you.

   Turning on the spot to look for somewhere to go, you then discover that a giant stag is running towards you from the opposite direction, while the owl sweeps down over its crown, diving straight for you.    You can’t scream for help because the dragon needs to stop those horrible things, so all you can think to do is buy time, which is why you head for the nearest door, thankfully finding one open, and run as fast as you can into the building behind you.

   Unfortunately, the door leads into a clothes store where all other exits will be locked for security purposes. A dead end.    You run to the back, where the changing rooms are, and hide in the one furthest away from the front door. You have no idea if the spirits can see or sense you through walls, but hopefully they will at least have to search for a minute.

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   Oberyn tracks every step of the creatures’ movements through the office building from the outside, until they finally emerge onto the next street over, and he leaps over the houses to try and land on top of them.    Unfortunately, as he lands, he finds himself among a group of maybe twenty people, having a barbecue outside in the cold for some inscrutable reason.    And of course, the moment he lands, they all leap to their feet and run off.

   The instinct comes alive before he has a chance to attempt staving it, and for a moment, he forgets all about the monsters as his primal senses take over, selecting targets with razor sharp focus and going after them based solely on proximity, with frightening efficiency.    He feels bodies break under his heavy paws and tastes their blood as he crushes those he catches between his teeth before swallowing them.

   So proficient a killer is he, that in the mere seconds to have passed between his landing and resuming his hunt for the creatures, not one human of the group is left alive.    There is no time for remorse right now, and his anger is too heated to allow him any meaningful thoughts anyway, but as he reacquires his targets, his hunt becomes menacing with the need to punish them for such useless mayhem.

   He slithers silently along the streets, keeping out of sight as he uses his supreme hearing to keep track of them this time, until he has managed to intercept their path and stomps his massive claws straight into the ground where he predicts that they should emerge from behind a restaurant.    Thankfully, his aim is true and his mass enough to crush even their tough bodies into oily spots on the pavement, ending their lives and their path of destruction.

   But there are four more of them somewhere and he must find them all.

   For the moment, however, he must relocate you.    Last he saw, you were on the street behind him, so he heads back, doing his best not to think of the dead people that he is currently being fueled by.    But he can’t find you where he expects to, and then there is a terrible scream coming from one of the stores opposite the office building which the monsters had first fled through, and he recognizes it as your voice.

   The mere fact that you are the only one screaming, tells him that it must be The Decem who have found you once more, since none other can see them. And as much as he wishes to minimize collateral damage, he cannot let them harm you, so he throws caution to the wind and enters the store.    Glass flies everywhere as his large frame breaks every display window along with the automated sliding doors.

   There aren’t many people inside as it is still the middle of the workday, but the few customers in there now scream even louder than you while diving out of his way.    He growls menacingly at the sight of the owl trying to cut you with her wings, but that’s as much as he manages before something claws at the side of his body, most of which is still outside the small store.

   He ignores the pain and continues inside until he can reach you, pulling you to his chest just as whatever is attacking him starts to drag him out onto the street.    Once outside, he’s met by the sight of Ursa and Cervus as they have combined their efforts and are using claws and horns to try and stop him.    He is able to fight them off by beating them with his powerful wings, but just as he’s about to fly away, Lupus jumps down on top of him from an adjacent roof, and bites into his neck.

   Enraged, he twists his neck until his head is turned all the way around and spews a large flame onto his own back, trying to rid himself of the wolf, but she stubbornly clings to him, and only a moment later, the three others are renewing their efforts.    They may not be able to harm people, but their natural weapons are some of very few things that can cut through the dragon’s scales, spilling his blood over the street.

   You are safely tucked in between his front legs and his chest, where no spirit can reach you, so even though they are harming him, he’s not panicking or losing his mind.    He is angry, however, about how mercilessly they are after you, and for a dragon, rage is a dangerous thing.    As he once more opens his jaws to try and stay their efforts, he can feel that the heat within him is reaching new heights and he knows that this flame will reach across the entire street, potentially damaging more than just the closest buildings.

   But he cannot stop. If he does, he might lose this fight, and that would mean losing you.

   The fire emerges from his throat in what appears to be both liquid and gaseous form, spilling out over the pavement like a thinner, lighter version of lava, while also billowing up into the air, high above the roofs of the tallest buildings.    It flows for several hundred yards before his breath is expended, swallowing all three spirits, and when the black cloud of soot settles a minute later, the damage is revealed.

   All the storefronts have melted, whether made of glass, metal, or stone. The pavement has transformed into what appears to be tar. And the people who had the misfortune of standing too close to the windows in any of the houses, have been turned to charcoal.    Mercifully, there is no sign of the spirits, so the flame seems to have discouraged them for now, although he is certain they are unharmed.    But the cost of victory has been high.

   Never before has Oberyn been able to produce such a flame as to melt bricks, and it worries him that this is something he is capable of, entirely without knowing it.    Despite how long he has lived and how many battles he has fought, it seems impossible that he should suddenly be capable of more than twice his normal might. Although, it stands to reason this is indeed something he has always been able to do, but simply has not had suitable incentive for.

   Regardless, you cannot remain here where rescue vehicles will soon appear, he needs to get you to safety, so he spreads his wings and returns to the clear blue skies, no longer finding any peace in the tranquility of the higher altitudes.

   Two of the creatures have been dealt with, yet another four remain loose, undoubtedly wreaking havoc upon whichever place they are currently occupying. But he cannot pursue them now. He requires time to stop and think, neither of which will be possible if he is constantly preparing to fight, defend, or flee.    It is impossible to hide from the spirits, so the best he can hope for is a reprieve as he turns his nose to the east, leaving the demolished street and dead bodies behind.

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   He flies high and fast, keeping you tucked into his chest for warmth, but you’re not sure that he’s even aware of what he’s doing right now. It seems like he’s acting on instinct, doing his best to flee the destructiveness of his own nature.    What he did to that road and the buildings lining it almost defies belief, even for someone aware of his existence and power, and you’re pretty sure that Oberyn himself had no clue he could do something like that. He’s clearly rattled.

   But the relentlessness of the spirits, their absolute conviction that you must die, is starting to wear on your resolve.    There’s nothing for you to do during the flight, but think, and the more you think about it, the more it begins to feel like maybe it’s not your right to defy them.    You want to live, and you know that Oberyn won’t let them kill you, no matter what, but today’s incident has left you conflicted.

   Because people died. Innocent bystanders. And yeah, maybe in the grand scheme of things, their lives are insignificant, but not to you.    Those people had families, and as an orphan yourself, you can’t help but think about what their children will now have to suffer.    Still… the dragon has lived for a very long time among these spirits, and for some reason, he doesn’t think they’re justified to take your life, and that means something.

   Your thoughts are interrupted when your companion suddenly drops into a dive before twisting into a complicated series of turns, until something explodes midair nearby. It’s close enough that you can feel the heat of the blast, but you don’t know what it was or why it happened, because you’re pinned too tightly to be able to turn between the giant claws.    But you can twist your head somewhat, so you do see it when two fighter jets whoosh past.

   As if you’re not in enough trouble as it is.

   Of course, you should’ve expected this, since you nearly collided with a commercial jet earlier, and you’re sure that people in Detroit have not only spotted a giant serpent creeping along their streets, but destroying them as well.    Naturally, the authorities have to respond, and when emergency personnel and vehicles are being attacked, bigger responses are clearly required.    They have no way of knowing that the dragon wasn’t the one attacking those vehicles, and even if they did, he is still responsible for a lot of damage.

   When missiles don’t work, they use bullets instead, but Oberyn’s scales easily deflect them… while also enraging him.    No matter how agile, there’s no aircraft in existence which can outmaneuver his slender body and ability to shift the airflow around his wings exactly as he needs to in any given moment. Which is why it only takes him a few seconds of aerial combat to damage the planes badly enough that the pilots are forced to eject.

   But only a minute later, another three are on your tail and the battle continues. Only now, the dragon seems to be starting to enjoy the hunt.    He deliberately avoids disabling the crafts even when he’s perfectly positioned to take them out with a mere flick of his tail, taunting them, testing their piloting abilities to the limit while doing his damnedest to scare the hell out of them.

   You can only see parts of the skirmish, but the simple fact that it goes on for a long time is enough for you to know that Oberyn’s just playing with them.    What you assume are the Rockies have become visible on the horizon by the time all three planes are destroyed, and the dragon aims his nose at them, stopping to land on the tallest peak available while he observes the lone surviving pilot set down with his parachute.

   The beast growls and the sound easily travel across the barren landscape, reaching the now exposed human at the foot of the mountain range, who freezes and looks up.    It must be a truly frightening thing, seeing not just a creature of myth in real life, but also knowing that it wants to kill you. That it likes to see you all exposed and vulnerable like this.    But you don’t like this game. The dragon has obviously forgotten his humanity right now, and you neither have the time nor the freedom for playtime.

   “Oberyn!” you call out from behind his giant claws, and he immediately reacts, turning his gaze away from the human and down to you instead. “We’re hunting creatures of the dark, remember? Not pilots doing their job, trying to protect the public.”

   Your words seem to bring him back to the moment, breaking off the hunting instinct and returning his ability to think, and he looks apologetic then.    His gaze once again turns to the human, who has now unfastened himself from the catapult chair and is trying to find a place to hide.    The dragon opens its wings to take to the skies once more, and presumably resume the search for the creatures, but before he’s taken off, something occurs to you.

   “No, wait. Take us down there, I wanna talk to that pilot,” you command, and after a moment’s deliberation, he does as you say.

   He fixes his wings in a full spread and glides down the mountainside without making a sound, reaching the fleeing man in mere moments.    The pilot hasn’t heard you coming, so when Oberyn suddenly lands right in front of him, he stops on a dime and falls backwards in his haste to evade the threat.    The dragon lets go of you the moment he’s down, and you immediately set about getting the man’s attention.

   “Hey, it’s okay, we just wanna talk,” you try, but the pilot has no reason to trust you and instead just keeps on trying to get back on his feet and run away. “I’m sorry about your team. I’m sure they were good people,” you continue, which does get his focus to shift.

   “What the fuck are you talking about! We thought this monster had taken you, we were trying to save you!” he screams after getting back up, although he’s still backing away from you.

   “I doubt that that was why you were ordered to engage in the first place…” you counter, and his expression sours even more.

   “No. We were ordered to hunt that thing down after what it did in Detroit, and if you’re about to tell me it was all a mistake or a misunderstanding, think again! Because I saw what it did to that street… I saw the buildings melt,” he accuses, and he’s stopped backing away now, regaining his courage as the dragon has yet to charge or try and frighten him.

   “You’re right, he did do all that. I know innocent people have died, I’m not denying how horrible that is, but I’m also not looking for your acceptance or forgiveness.    I’m looking for information,” you explain, and the man’s body language shifts as he realizes that this isn’t you trying to apologize for killing his friends.

   “I’m not gonna tell you anything,” he growls, to which Oberyn replies in kind, making the very air vibrate with the strength of his lungs and the size of his throat.

   But the pilot isn’t allowing himself to be intimidated this time, because when push comes to shove, he’s still a military trained aviator. His knowledge of army operations could be useful to an enemy, and he’s not about to let that happen.

   “Listen to me, captain,” you say, trying to draw his attention away from the menacing rows of teeth he’s being threatened by. “All we wanna know is if the army’s picked up any chatter about other strange creatures wreaking havoc somewhere, because we’re trying to hunt them down.”

   He doesn’t answer, and his hard expression doesn’t change, but you feel like there’s another shift in the energy between you. As if he’s starting to wonder what this is really all about, so you press on.

   “They’re black as oil and have a strangely wet skin, as if they’re perpetually bleeding black ooze out of every por. Everything about them is nightmarish and unnatural, but worst of all, is that they can lure humans into walking straight to them.    Bullets and even fire does nothing to stop them. They’ll happily tear themselves to pieces for a chance to rip someone’s guts out, and they do all of this for no reason at all.    They don’t eat people and they’re not responding to any provocation. They just destroy life wherever they find it.”

   The pilot has turned paler during your description, and he seems less sure of himself now, so you give him time to think, hoping he’ll reach the conclusion that you’re not lying.

   “The reports were vague,” he finally starts after a good minute, “but we were told to look for abnormal animals behaving extremely aggressively. And to destroy on sight.”

   “So, when you saw a dragon, you assumed it had to be the target,” you guess, and he nods.

   “But I saw the thing you’re talking about while we made a pass overhead. I thought for sure my eyes were playing tricks on me…”

   “My friend here killed two of them in Detroit,” you say, inclining your head at Oberyn, “but there are another four lose on the continent, and we have no way to track them, except by the deaths in their wake.    Is there anything you can tell us about where the others might be?”

   He hesitates then, clearly unwilling to share anything which might be harmful to the general population, but also unable to discount what he’s seen.

   “Last radio-call I got they were talking about sightings in southern California. Los Angeles,” he divulges, but before you’ve had a chance to thank him, something grabs you.

   In a single second the ground has disappeared from under your feet, and the pilot is suddenly turning into a mini figure, as you’re lifted into the air by your shoulders.    The movement’s so swift and precise that you’re already a hundred feet off the ground by the time the pain of the claws that are buried deep into the flesh at the front and back of your shoulders, even registers. But your screams are drowned out by the wind.

   You look up to find Caelum’s half-transparent feathers pulling you towards the clear blue sky, and within moments, Papilio and Vespertilio are on either side of you.    As before, they waste no time in attempting to complete their mission, so by the time you’ve registered their presence, they’ve already started pecking on you.    The owl merely holds you while attempting to evade Oberyn, who’s undoubtedly taken up pursuit by now, but the bat and butterfly are coming at you from either side, tearing your clothes and skin with ruthless efficiency.

   You didn’t even know that butterfly feet could be sharp. Although, it might be one of those mutations, brought on by dark thoughts, which Oberyn warned you would happen to them in the presence of a Darkling.    Not that it matters at the moment, when your ribs are being exposed by the rapidly executed attacks.

   You’ve never felt such pain in your life, but no matter how much you scream, it doesn’t help. You’re at their mercy, only they haven’t got any.    Then Caelum dives, fleeing back towards the ground when the dragon catches up to them, hoping to win enough time for the other two to finish the job.    The only reason they haven’t already is because of the awkward angle they’re forced to maintain in a midair assault, where the bird needs to have uninterrupted mobility.

   The spirits must be exceptionally fast though, because when she levels out, the vast Pacific Ocean is already right in front of you, and that’s when Oberyn finally catches up to her.    But in his rage and need to free you, his assault is sloppy and violent, causing the owl to lose her grip on you. Although, she may have done that intentionally.    Because while he is still battling her and trying to keep the other two away from you, he can’t catch you before your now limp body crashes into the sea, knocking you out.

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   He sees you fall and knows at once he will be unable to reach you in time, even if he were to abandon his quarries and race to you.    The air stinks of your blood, wrung from your flesh as the heartless, unfeeling ghosts of The Decem have ripped your midsection apart so diligently that he can see the exposed bones of your ribcage.    And when you hit the water, hard enough to leave you unconscious, more blood instantly pools around you, which will attract dangerous wildlife.

   The three flying spirits are doing everything they can to keep him occupied with them rather than diving to your aid, so he performs a tornado-like maneuver to quickly free himself, and then he set off after you.    But as he is approaching the surface, a shadow rises from the depths, and there is no mistaking it. Because Octopus is by far the largest of the spirits, easily two times bigger than the largest luxury cruise ship on Earth, and each one of her arms stronger than all the other spirits are together.

   She will reach you before Oberyn.

   How can such small distances seem so insurmountably endless? He is only a hundred feet from you, yet he cannot save you.    Instead, he is forced to watch as the tentacles breach the surface all around you, snaring your battered body and sucking you down into the depths as easily as if you were nothing more than a blade of seaweed.

   He closes his wings completely against his body and tightens the muscles along his sides to make himself rigid as he hits the water, turning himself into a missile in order to follow the cephalopod.    Like a snake, his body lends itself well to the medium of water. He is a fast swimmer and just as agile as he is in the air, although the water resistance will obviously slow him down. But no matter the obstacle, he will not give up on you.

   Octopus has taken you to the bottom, where the pressure may have already crushed your brain, but he will not stop until he knows. He will not allow himself to feel sorrow or pain or fear until he has exhausted all possibility of rescue, no matter how unlikely.    For the love you have given him was also impossible. The life which your mere presence has returned him to, equally so.    All the time he has known you, you have consistently done what should not be achievable.

   And he begs all the gods to which men have prayed for as long as they have existed, that you can do so once more.    Just one more time.    Then light is suddenly shining from below. Even though the ocean floor at such depths is black as night.

   But it is no illusion. As though a star has been born, a bright, yellow shine is growing below him, so brightly that it halts him for lack of visibility. And where he comes to a stop and observes, he now sees how the mighty spirit is repelled by this light.    She tries several times to draw nearer, but the light will not be lessened, and she is finally forced to seek out shadows further away.

   The brightness bothers Oberyn’s eyes, but it does not harm him, so he takes the opportunity to swim closer and investigate. And as he does, he finds that it is indeed you who is shining.    Stunned, but also painfully aware of how damaged you are and how long you have now been submerged at this crushing depth, he once again races to you, not slowing down as he blindly reaches out and grabs you, having to close his eyes against the light, before instantly returning to the surface.

   He breaks through it at speed, opening his eyes and hurling himself into the air like a dolphin, except that he unfolds his wings and continues to rise once he has left the water.    The three other spirits attempt to attack the two of you once more, but they too are repelled by your strange luminance, so much so, that they not only back away, but leave the area completely.

   Safe, at least for the moment, the dragon sets down as quickly as he can find a soft patch of grass, far enough away from the beach that Octopus cannot reach you even if she should breach upon the sand.    And when he lays you down, the light fades away and he can see you clearly.    But there is no trace of your injuries.

   Your clothes are torn so badly that they risk falling off your form completely should you try to stand, but your skin is unharmed.    He did not imagine seeing your body being pecked to pieces, nor the smell of your blood in the air, so how has it now been undone?    You healed from his bite just as miraculously, but somehow, it seemed that there could be an answer to this because of the opposite reaction which created the hideous creatures. But this has nothing to do with that. This was all you, the light came from you.

   But how?

   Unfamiliar voices reach his ears then, and he looks around to find that human spectators have begun to gather around him, some frightened and trying to hide behind cars or trees, while others are taking pictures on their phones.    Whatever has happened to you, he cannot linger in this place. Today, more people have seen him and lived to speak of it, than ever before in his six millennia among them, but today is also the day he least cares about the potential repercussions.

   He gently picks you up before spreading his wings, which makes the gathered crowd shy back in surprise over his wingspan, which in relation to his slender body, is perhaps somewhat over dimensioned. But they do not know that whenever he must breathe fire while flying, it is precisely their size which prevents him from losing speed or upsetting his own airflow.

   The creatures are still at large, undoubtedly causing terrible damage and taking innocent lives, but for now, Oberyn cannot care about them. He must get you to a safe place where you can both recover and attempt to make sense of the equally terrible and extraordinary events of this day. And while he would prefer to bring you back to the castle, he feels as though you might need to go somewhere else.    He is unsure of why he feels this, but he trusts that there is cause behind it.

   So, when he leaps off the ground, he turns his nose southeast and sets off at a pace as high as he can manage for a longer journey, hoping that the spirits will not return until he has figured out where it is that he is planning to go, so that you both might have a chance to learn the deeper truths which he has begun to sense are hiding within himself, as much as they are within you. Something from the past which seems to be awakening anew.

Part 9

The Ten Spirits of the World Air - Forest - Water - Stone - Night - Autumn - Winter - Spring - Summer.

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[t4tails]

i have the biggest fucking headache how do i get my pre-cal work to explain polar coordinates to me like im stupid instead of in the most obtuse nonsensical wizard magic way ever

[bad-dagon]

riemann spheres as a fundamental type, pt.1 basics

ive been thinking on and off about riemann spheres for a while now, a couple weeks really, and so far i think there's some utility to them as a building block of a type system of some kind for a joke/toy computer language

background: riemann spheres are a neat tool in complex analysis where we imagine a sphere whose equator intersects the complex plane, and every number on the complex plane is representable by a point on the sphere such that a line is projected from the north pole and through that point onto the complex plane. naturally, this means that the north pole is P(∞) and the south pole is P(0). see below how that would look like with other unit points of the complex numbers

a neat thing the riemann sphere allows us is to define meaningful division by zero so now z/0 = ∞ clean and simple! and also its inverse, z/∞ = 0 is well behaved as well. this simplifies doing complex analysis but stereographic projection is an absolute bitch to work with turns out, and doing arithmetic on points on the sphere is a mess because it's not a linear mapping (it's continuous though so that's fine)

if we're dealing with ONLY real numbers in relation to a circular slice of the riemann sphere, it already starts looking like a mess; for any number n∈R its projective cognate on the circle is located at (2n/n²+1, n²-1/n²+1). on the real riemann sphere though? zoo wee mamma

an arbitrary z∈C, represented as a point (x,y) on the complex plane, has to walk through a rather ugly mapping (related to the previous one) to find its point on the sphere; more accurately, given the coordinates (x,y) of the point on the plane, the point on the sphere is located at (2x/1+x²+y², 2y/1+x²+y², -1+x²+y²/1+x²+y²), which is godawful in spherical-to-polar coordinate terms, this is much simpler; for a polar pair (r,θ) the point on the unit sphere representing it is (φ,ξ) = (2*arctg 1/r, θ); and conversely projecting from the riemann sphere is also dead simple, given the zenith-azimuth pair (φ,ξ), (r,θ) = (ctg φ/2, ξ). of course, translating from polar to real coordinates is ALSO dead simple; x = r * cos θ, y = r * sin θ. if a computer system were to store complex numbers (or any coordinate on a 2d plane really), it makes sense to store them in terms of spherical coordinates of a riemann sphere, since this makes infinity well-behaved as a unit (zenith = 0, azimuth = literally who gives a fuck) and is surprisingly efficient. knowing that the zenith is ∈[0,π] and azimuth ∈[0, 2π] can allow for some formidably dumb optimisations that can save on space and ensure granularity. compared to storing them as 2d cartesian or polar coordinates, this provides the benefit of having neither number be larger than like 6.3, so an underlying/backing type that can offer great precision in this small range would be more efficient numerically than, say, floating points which have insane baggage and gaps

or iunno i'll look into that one a bit later, i'm just kind of furious right now that i rederived stereographic projection on my own when the formulas were right fucking there if id only just googled for them

[opsidecrewsclash]

One Piece Side Crews Clash - FINALS

Members and Propaganda under the cut

Heart Pirates

Members:

Trafalgar Law

Bepo

Shachi

Penguin

Jean Bart

Ikkaku

Uni

Clione

Hakugan

Polar Tang

Propaganda:

Law is such a cool character and the rest of his crew is cool as well :)

Listen, they are a bunch of losers and I love them. Their captain calls himself a doctor, but his crew doesn't even know how to give first aid?! Like... they fished an uncouncious Luffy out of the water and were like 'what do we dooooo???!!!' and then proceded to just yell his name until he came to. Also, they have a submarine, which is really cool.

Some of them have been around since their captain was a kid (and so were they!), loved him and stood by his side the whole time. They have silly names and silly hats and one of the coolest ships in the series (Polar Tang beloved). They’re silly and goofy and they love their captain so much, and they’re so cool for being specialists in underwater fights.      

1. Law is hot 2. Law is a disaster 3. Bepo is soft and fluffy and looks nice to hug 4. Shachi has a killer whale hat 5. Penguin is named penguin 6. The heart pirates story is amazing and to long to put here but they are basically the perfect found family with law, penguin, shachi and bepo finding each other in their early teens. Law beat up a young shachi and penguin after they attacked bepo and suddenly law had two teenagers and a polar bear mink attached to him. It's also amazing how this crew is just completely devoted to a hot mess like Law. 7. Yellow submarine

Found family!! The crew works together as a wonderful team and constantly supports each other and their captain. At ever possible opportunity they have shown how although they may not be the strongest crew they are definitely one of the most caring. The fact that Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo all share the technical title and roll of first mate is so cute to me! They all live their captain so much even though he is kinda crabby and Law has shown to go to great lengths to keep his crew from harms way. When they actually do get to fight they are well coordinated and look out for each other. Shachi and Penguin can just fight underwater. Also they have a fucking submarine! I love the polar tang.    

ASL Crew:

Members:

Portgas D. Ace

Sabo

Monkey D. Luffy

Propaganda:

They’ll always be together and a crew in my heart 🥺

[thebucketpail]

Fuck math

I hate math

Whoever invented calculus and subsequently polar coordinates and polar graphs, you can suck my dick

[fxtalisor]

Roles in The Shaw Wedding

Yes, this is my first post on this blog, and I'm already diving into the topic of the wedding of David and soon-to-be Angel Shaw. Do I care? No, not really!¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Notice: I will attempt to use gender-neutral terms to the best of my ability by referring to "Angel" as a "Celebrant" instead of using the terms bride/groom. The bridesmaids/groomsmen (listener characters) will be considered celebrant mates/groomsmate and the singular mate of honor. Enjoy reading!

CW: Slight Inversion spoilers, language, non-canon

Asher: Best man

There is no doubt in my mind that David called up Ash to be his best man. These two are thick as thieves, despite their polar opposite personalities. Inversion spoilers, but...ASHER BROUGHT THIS PILLAR OF A MAN TO HIS KNEES (quoted by our favorite southern vampire) AS ASH WAS ON THE BRINK OF DEATH IN DAVID'S ARMS!!!! THEY SAID HOW MUCH THEY LOVED EACH OTHER, platonically, BUT STILL!! Anyways... Ash is the best man. He got the call early in the morning, early enough that he wasn't at his utmost functionality. When David told him he had proposed, the first thing Asher asked out of his fatigue was... "Congrats, who's the lucky person?" The other end of the line went dead silent, and it took Ash a minute to replay the last minute in his head before letting out an "oh," and begin ranting about bachelor party ideas. He was leaning toward a glow-in-the-dark paintball battle. Side note: Although David wasn't huge on the idea of a bachelor party, thinking about skipping the festivity in general, he thought it would be selfish despite it being his wedding. Besides, he knew although it wouldn't necessarily be his thing, he would enjoy seeing everybody enjoying themselves, though he would never admit that aloud.

Milo: Groomsman

One thing that the groomsmen can accomplish the following: assisting the best man, coordinating the outfits for the groom's party, offering support for the groom, etc. Milo can do all those things, especially the role of coordinating outfits. David had considered letting his marital party rent out their own attire, giving them instructions on what theme they should follow when choosing their clothing; however, he didn't like the idea of the message not getting through just right and someone showing up in navy blue rather than black because they misinterpreted the color, kinda like that one scene in Father of The Bride. Due to his slight paranoia, he asked Milo, knowing the feisty shifter's impeccable taste in fashion, if he could coordinate the attire for his groomsmen, and Milo was more than thrilled to take the job. Milo knew that other than him, no one else knew the difference between an ankle sock versus dress socks.

Darlin: Wedding Coordinator/Planner (Possible Celebantmate or Groomsmate)

Hear me out on this one! I know what you might be thinking...why Darlin? Well, I believe Darlin is that person that has a bunch of connections, that person who "knows a guy that knows a guy." Plus, I believe Darlin enjoys the concept of weddings and how much joy it brings to not just the newlyweds but to everybody. They may or may not care for a wedding themselves, but they at least enjoy attending them to see how much joy and relief it brings people. When Angel and David showed up at Darlin's apartment at god knows what untimely hour in the morning, they didn't know what to expect. The first thing the couple was greeted with, upon knocking on the front door, was a disheveled Darlin, who looked like they were still half asleep. Angel immediately broke the silence when suddenly requesting if they would be the wedding planner, resulting in a quick slam of the door in the faces of the soon-to-be-weds. The pair didn't know what that exactly meant, whether it be a simple "fuck off" or "come back later." The two were about to leave until they were cut off by the door swinging open, revealing Darlin in a pair of reading glasses, holding a 5-inch binder filled to the brim. They were wide awake now. "What's your budget? Do you already have a theme in mind?"

Sam: Wedding Coordinator Assistant and Groomsman

Knowing Darlin's lack of self-preservation, despite improvement every day, Sam knows that the stress of planning the wedding would run Darlin ragged. To avoid watching his mate run themselves into the ground, he decided he would help in any way he could: from tracking the schedule, managing deliveries, and handling any additional details that Angel and David were hoping to add. One of those conversations resulted in David asking Sam to be a groomsman. After all, Sam saved his best friend! The southern vamp was honored, of course, and humbly accepted. Let's be honest Sam would be a top-tier groomsman. Imagine David freaking out moments before the ceremony, and Sam just comes over and shares some wisdom.

Baabe: Mate of Honor

With Baabe being the only fellow unempowered human mate in the pack (that we know of... at least), these two have bonded enough to get to this point of closeness. Baabe was bouncing off the walls the moment they were asked. Much like Asher, they were talking about bach party ideas. Though it was jokingly said, they babbled about going to strip clubs as a gag idea. Angel may or may haven't actually considered it. There are many mornings now when they meet with each other to drink mimosas— I don't know why I think this is something they would do, but it just is.

Sweetheart: Celebrant Mate 

The one role of celebrant mate I know Sweetheart is fulfilling is assisting with picking out the Celebrant's and Celebrant Mates' attire. Much like Milo, they have impeccable taste in fashion. They can stylize anything! Give them a trash bag, lampshade, and ducktape, and they'll make it work one way or the other. In a way, this role works to their benefit. Since Milo and Sweetheart are both on outfit coordination duty, it makes it much easier to...well...coordinate. Though they aren't in charge of picking the clothing, as it is entirely up to Angel, Sweetheart can help steer Angel in the direction they are looking.

Marie: Officiant

There is no doubt in my mind that Marie is ordained. She got ordained by the church (though it was quite some time ago), not by some random website. What makes it ten times better is that David didn't even ask. Marie just showed up on his doorstep and told him that she was performing the ceremony and that he had no say in it. Milo may have been a little embarrassed, but he would be lying if he said he didn't see it coming because he definitely did. Despite the shock, David was glad that Marie borderline instructed him that she would marry him and Angel because he honestly didn't know who to ask or where to even begin finding an officiant.

[1d1195]

I was never the biggest fan of trig, but I loved simplifying them! It was probably vector calc that ruined them for me 😂 once we got to triple integrals in polar coordinates, and had the limits in whole ass trig formulas, it was over for me 😭

I got my schedule for the first week! Today and tomorrow, I’m working 9s, and Wednesday and Thursday I’m working 10s. I asked them if I could get off early on Wednesday to go talk to my instructor (my class is M/W), but that was Friday afternoon so I’m just waiting to hear back! When I accepted the job, I told my instructor I probably wasn’t going to take the class since my position is variable so I don’t know what my schedule will be/if I’d be able to come to class, and he said we could figure something out. We’ll see though! My new job is in the city that my class is in, so it would be nice if I could just work early or late the days of my class, so I don’t have to drive all the way here every day 😂 it’s like a 30-40 minute drive and ALL freeway, so it annoys the shit out of me lmao.

I actually love driving, but we get so many tourists and transplants here, and those mfs don’t know how to drive on our freeways or highways💀 I get that it’s petty but quit moving here please 😭 we didn’t have all this traffic ten years ago 😭

Today we’re going to discuss benefits, so I’ll get to see if there’s a waiting period or not. I have an appointment with my psychiatrist/therapist next week, and I haven’t seen her since August, so I really hope we can keep the appointment!

I hope you’re doing well! And that classes are going well!

-👩🏻‍🔬

Triple integrals nearly sent me. Looking forward to NOT doing that.

I hear you about driving and tourists. Route 24 in Massachusetts is the bane of my existence. I think they should just get rid of the slow lane as it serves no purpose other than to piss me the fuck off. I get stuck behind the slowest fucking people. (Pardon my language I'm really passionate about traffic and road rage) I swear to God everyone in the slow lane thinks they MUST drive 20 mph U N D E R the speed limit. Like it's BAFFLING. I have horrible road rage in case it wasn't obvious. It's so unsafe. Have you mentioned where you're from? Don't feel you have to share. I just like knowing where everyone is from 💕 I think it's fun to see how far away all my friends are 😊

So adult. Benefits and stuff. I hope it goes smoothly so you can keep your appt as well. I'm really glad you're happy and I hope your schedule works out! Sounds like you have a great and accommodating professor as well 😊

xoxo

[timeline32]

I Have Questions

I have Questions

Last night I was scrolling through twitter, or as they call it today, X. It’s one of the only apps where the algorithm REFUSES to cater to my usual patterns. It’s plastered with right wing hobby politicians and amateur porn and frankly it fucks up my mood every time I’m on that god forsaken app

The tweets that especially worry me are the ones that echo, what I believe or at least imagine, are common thoughts that people have. One of them being that what currently is happening to Palestinians is not a genocide. This claim is backed up with statistics from previous genocides, “30 000 casualites is not a genocide” and preceding to refer to the Rwandan genocide or WW II.

This sentence scares me, because it so greatly reflects why genocides keep happening even when we’ve said never again.

So what really is genocide? Genocide is a combination of highly strategic, multi-layered stages of systemic segregation of people with the intention of extermination. It encompasses so many meticulously orchestrated military offenses and spreading of propaganda that it actually takes years to accomplish, in most cases. Now, the Israeli occupation of Palestine is at least acknowledged by the many people, though with different thoughts about its justification. (As if there is any !!!!)

Almost all genocides have these stages in common. When you actually go into the nitty gritty, even the slurs used are the same; all stemming from the fear of an outsider who’ll destroy the peace of the perpetrator. Rat, cockroach, vermin, terrorist. Entities that bring sickness, are parasitical, dangerous and infectious. When reading about any genocide, the first thing that will strike you is how similar the mechanisms are. So what exactly do they encompass?

Classification: Grouping people based on perceived differences. Ethnicity would be one.

Symbolization: Assigning names or symbols to these groups, often with negative connotations.

Dehumanization: Portraying the targeted group as subhuman or inferior.

Organization: Planning and coordination of genocidal activities.

Polarization: Exacerbating divisions and promoting hostility between groups.

Preparation: Finalizing plans and gathering resources for genocide.

Extermination: Carrying out mass killing of the targeted group.

Denial: Distorting or negating the genocide to avoid accountability.

What else do we call it? What else is there to describe the systemic dehumanization, displacement, the killing, the raping of Palestinians?

What besides apartheid accurately describes the separate legal systems, subjecting Palestinians to military law while Israeli settlers are governed by civilian law; a standard based on ethnicity? What besides open air prison should we use for the movement restrictions in the West Bank, when Israeli settlers have unrestricted access to roads and infrastructure?

What do we call it when Palestinians experience disparities in access to basic necessities like water, when Israeli settlements receive disproportionately higher allocations? Not just as of October 7th as some believe but for decades, intentionally keeping a whole population weak? What do we call it when Palestinian homes get demolished, when people are displaced, when there is a literal blockade modeled to isolate a population? Is it sufficient to call it self defense by the Israeli state? If it is, what do we call the kidnapping and murder carried out by Hamas? And if so, who is truly the more dangerous “terrorist”?

I saw a video of an Israeli child defending the murder of Palestinian children because he thought that they could grow up to be potential terrorists. The fear installed in that poor child is one strategically indoctrinated from birth, designed to make him passive as his peers are slaughtered. It’s designed to make him see a threat, not a peer.

Understanding genocide through these very specific stages and developments is essential for preventative measures to be taken. I want to, have to, believe that the tweet was from a place of ignorance. But the thing is, ignorance in the age of information is a choice. And if this person would’ve had the dignity to use just 10 minutes of their time, they would have understood that genocide can’t be defined through the amount of real time-death. It has to be boiled down to the intention of the perpetrators, and how strong of a foundation and resource they have to accomplish it. If there is an actual plan with seeds sown decades ago, it will be set in motion and it will succeed. (Especially with America as it's closest ally, Marg Bar Amerika, Disrespectfully)

If we cant see a ghoul for what it is, how can we defeat it? It will certainly make no difference to light candles and join the international politicians sighs of disbelief as thousands turn into hundreds of thousands. It is the smallest of steps, but language holds a significant amount of power. Not only in this case but always. No action will be taken until there’s a consensus that what is going on is in fact, genocide. No preventative measures to save the remnants of Gaza, or Khan Yunis, or the Palestinian people.

The person who wrote that tweet is already at stage 8; denial. Without identifying the narrative we are being fed with, that is where we all will end up, accomplices to what is one hundred percent a genocide.

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Girl help the homework doesn't make any sense

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One Piece Side Crews Clash - Semifinals

Members and Propaganda under the cut

Heart Pirates

Members:

Trafalgar Law

Bepo

Shachi

Penguin

Jean Bart

Ikkaku

Uni

Clione

Hakugan

Polar Tang

Propaganda:

Law is such a cool character and the rest of his crew is cool as well :)

Listen, they are a bunch of losers and I love them. Their captain calls himself a doctor, but his crew doesn't even know how to give first aid?! Like... they fished an uncouncious Luffy out of the water and were like 'what do we dooooo???!!!' and then proceded to just yell his name until he came to. Also, they have a submarine, which is really cool.

Some of them have been around since their captain was a kid (and so were they!), loved him and stood by his side the whole time. They have silly names and silly hats and one of the coolest ships in the series (Polar Tang beloved). They’re silly and goofy and they love their captain so much, and they’re so cool for being specialists in underwater fights.      

1. Law is hot 2. Law is a disaster 3. Bepo is soft and fluffy and looks nice to hug 4. Shachi has a killer whale hat 5. Penguin is named penguin 6. The heart pirates story is amazing and to long to put here but they are basically the perfect found family with law, penguin, shachi and bepo finding each other in their early teens. Law beat up a young shachi and penguin after they attacked bepo and suddenly law had two teenagers and a polar bear mink attached to him. It's also amazing how this crew is just completely devoted to a hot mess like Law. 7. Yellow submarine

Found family!! The crew works together as a wonderful team and constantly supports each other and their captain. At ever possible opportunity they have shown how although they may not be the strongest crew they are definitely one of the most caring. The fact that Shachi, Penguin, and Bepo all share the technical title and roll of first mate is so cute to me! They all live their captain so much even though he is kinda crabby and Law has shown to go to great lengths to keep his crew from harms way. When they actually do get to fight they are well coordinated and look out for each other. Shachi and Penguin can just fight underwater. Also they have a fucking submarine! I love the polar tang.    

Kid Pirates

Members:

Eustass Kid

Killer

Heat

Wire

Bubblegum

Mosh

Uk

Pomp

Emma

Hip

Hop

Pampas

Boogie

Quincy

Dive

Propaganda:

Oda did them so dirty, they deserve it

Because they look like they're all outcasts, they have a punk ass ship, and they obviously care about each other a lot.

Kid causes so many problems and I love him. Then you’ve got Killer who is there to get him to chill for like 2 seconds.

listen have you seen them. have you seen these crazy kids and their punk theme. their dedication not only to their captain but to the aesthetic? these guys fucking rule. like Kidd and Killer obviously slap as characters, and it’s really fun to see a captain and first mate combo who are so dedicated to each other, but then they also have a whole crew who are as dedicated to them?? incredible. they went and fought a yonko for funsies and survived! also special shout-out to heat for his overall Frankenstein’s monster look <3