#calc.

[jira-chii]

「Calc.」 PV - Kagamine Len cover

The RinLen 「Calc.」 PV I've been working on is finally finished!!

It has been a longtime dream of mine to illustrate a PV. It was so much harder than I thought (I took so long my artstyle changed!!) but it was so fun and so rewarding.

Forever grateful to kimikeiki for the opportunity (and the stunning cover!)

Check it out here!

[decostar27]

Calc.

all that ever passed through your eyes, or ears, or heart.

Weird enunciations bolded. Might upload bad cover to demonstrate.

So now I see our paths only crossed ‘cause of fate, Every moment scripted perfectly just like a play Though you think that it would divert my sadness a bit, I find that I still haven’t the strength

I’ve run the calculations and found that every choice Means a single or even double sacrifice Courage fails me from all of my fear of regret Until I can’t take a step

That song that I once wrote you, has sadly become Nothing more than a love song too heavy-hearted to be sung Let the cool wind carry it, and blow away Back to the time I met you first, to that perfect summer day

So now I see that even our meeting was fate, Every moment scripted perfectly just like a play Wouldn’t it be convenient to believe? And then would all this loneliness leave?

I’ve run the calculations and found that every choice Contradicted itself somewhere once or twice Any answer I could give would erase all the roads Leading to that other place

That song that I once wrote you, has sadly become Nothing more than a love song too heavy-hearted to be sung Let the cool wind carry it, and blow away Back to the time I met you first, to that perfect summer day

If I could get rid of past and future both, Could I too, become able to fly up and freely float? And if I could choose just one emotion to erase, If I threw my love out, then would I feel more at ease?

All you heard, and saw then, and everything you felt, All that ever passed through your eyes, or ears, or heart If someday I knew them, then in another life, Do you think that maybe I would be able to love you right?

original | jimmythumb-p translation | electricraichu version i listened to 1000 times while working on this | dazbee

still can't decide if "melancholy" sounds more or less weird than "heavy-hearted." your pick.

[mitathemita]

thank you sundrop fnaf,,,,,,

meow

[secretly-a-trekkie]

"Oh good show, sir. For a moment, I was afraid you'd had a rational thought"

[shigayokagayama]

happy one year anniversary to the most insane week in internet history

[musicrevu]

New video!

[nhyhu]

he's just tired chasing after some rascals nothing else 👍

the skin btw (many hugs and kisses for the great hoffen)

[rainesjupiter]

The Devil's fool.

[soupfather]

He’s so happy you’re up!!!

[schlattslonghairytoes]

across the way🚪📖 🖌️

A.P calc teacher schlatt x A.P studio art teacher reader

moving to a new school as a art teacher is an extremely difficult shift, especially when your class is in the middle of the math wing, far from all the other art teachers

so meeting new friends at this school is particularly difficult

until a lesson plan needed for 5th period requires you to use the math teachers printer one early morning

“Hey, can you help me with this?” you asked the tall muttonchopped man next to you, seemingly making a cup of coffee.

“yeah no problem, let me see” after a few seconds he fixes the printer, and your lessons begin to continue printing. “the ink was loaded in wrong" he chuckles "are ya’ the new A.P art teacher?” you smile up at him and nod.

“and if ya’ don't mind me asking what is it you teach?" you say.

“A.P Calculus. why’d they place you in the math wing?"

the conversation continues and it's very pleasant, you keep talking and realize your classes are no joke across the hall from each other

your friendship starts off slow, only talking during breaks or occasionally borrowing things from each other, considering your subjects barely align 

until one day you're busy making him and some other art teachers you became friends with paintings for their room, and in conversation you remember him liking orcas, and that his room is very bare and needs some decor

so when he waltzes into your room to borrow yet another ruler (of which he definitely has enough but we can look past) and sees the painting, yea he asks for your number soon after.

from then on the only art in his room is made by you or his students

weeks pass and your becoming very close friends, but it never goes past that, strictly school.

until one day during your free period that you share with your new best friend Mrs. Haynes (Sabrina), the recently hired health teacher, tells you something she heard in passing

"okay so you know the hot videography teacher? yeah Mr. Nivision, yeah turns out him, Mr. Keane, and Mr. Schaltt are like close friends." shes is such a gossip, she began opening up her lunch, but before she started yapping you cut her off.

"okay, now quick detour what does this have to do with me?" you joke as you continue reading over your students essays, your class was currently doing art history, which was your major in college. so naturally you were having fun.

"well you will never guess what schlatt said about you!" your eyes widen and you begin to speak but sabrina shuts you up. "its not anything bad, quite the oposide actually!"

"he said youre hot as fuck." you almost spit your coffee out when she said that.

now you werent sure what to do with this information

i mean sabrina had heard it from tuckers wife Emma, who had heard it from tucker, which tucker heard from ted, and ted, the primary source, was told by schlatt himself

you felt like you were a highschooler again

but all you were sure of is you didnt want to make this awkward

by the time halloween rolls around a bunch of teachers had made plans to hang out

schlatt had offered to host everyone he deemed cool enough, which to your luck included you

the only problem was that halloween was three days away, and niether of you had made a costume yet

so the day before halloweekend, while you were actively teaching a class may i add, Mr. schlatt knocked on your door.

"hey jay, whats up?" you opened the door for the giant infront of you

"can i come in?" before you could even respond he already began walking into your class, saying hi to students he recognized

you werent fully worried about your class watching you talk to schlatt, except for one table right up front

it was a table of six girls, who in the span of two months had become the equivilent of little sisters to you, you knew everything about them, and in turn they knew everything about you

that included the time you accidentaly mentioned your small crush on the 6'3 calc teacher across the hall.

but god you really hoped they had forgotten about that

"so ive been meaning to ask you a question." he said looking around your room, seemingly taking it all in.

"shoot away" you smiled up at him

"well i still dont have a costume for Saturday and to my knowledge you dont either?" he asked

"no i dont, why you wanna match with me mr schlatt?" you tease lightly, and he laughs

"yeah, i would, only if you also want to?' he raised a brow softly

"i get to pick it." you demand quietly

he begins walking out the class, not before leaving a "that was a given." smiling and closing the door softly behind him.

when you hear the giggling and snorting of your six favorite sophomores, you sigh.

your fucked.

[dio-in-dogspace]

i think . i think i need someone to bite me so hard they draw blood

[antisocialshoe]

My prediction for netflix avatar season 2 (real no fake)

Netflix i beg

[thicc-astronaut]

mathematics is a pure and beautiful branch of study, like a unicorn. Calculus is the act of forcing mathematics to do useful work for us, like putting chains and a yoke upon a unicorn and making it plow a muddy field

[paeonie-s]

my current read on yoshidas ch is that hes the equivalent of a high schooler being made manager of a mcdonald’s bc all of his adult coworkers quit which leads him to believe that the fate of the world now depends on his ability to keep the drive thru times below 90 seconds

[giftedkidburnout-culture-is]

gifted kid culture is having never learned how to study

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[clearcloudlesssky]

O that also I might be Ampeloian, as Apollo is Hyacinthian!

How long will you sleep, my dear? Not dancing any longer?

Why do not you go to-day to the river stream with a fine pitcher to fill with water?

The time has come round again for your familiar dance in the woodland glade.

If you are angry with lovestricken Dionysos, darling boy, speak to the Seilenoi that I may just hear your voice.