#i hate calculus

[lattescribble]

fuuta doodles on hw to cope with failing 2 math tests in a row (ft. amane and mikoto) (i promise i'll draw something serious soon)

[usahanadoll]

I HAD FORGOTTEN HE HAS BLUE EYES 💔💔💔

[ur-dad-satan]

RRRAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

(This is an announcement)

SO! Today (Jan 31st) I went to a concert!! I saw TX2, one of my favorite bands. They had two openers who I've never heard of before today, and I'm a fan and will start listening to their music immediately. It was the banc Flat Out, and a woman named Tillie. If I'm being honest, it was my favorite concert and it was so fun screaming lyrics that give me extreme gay rage (affectionate) and found out I can vocal fry?? Anygay, My feet/legs hurt because I wore six inch platform heels for over 6 hours, and I know my voice is gonna be completely GONE in the morning.

Also, I'm going to try to finish the Barbatos smut shot, then post a poll for something. After the Barbatos smut is done, I'm not writing for a month. I'm struggling really bad in my math class, and I really need to focus on my school work and get as much help as I can. I'll probably keep writing small things, but no big smut shots in February.

TL;DR: TX2 fucking rocks, and no smut in Feb.

Love y'all <3

[universeberrigarden]

Today’s the last day of school I have before I’m out for the winter holidays and yet I somehow still have a calculus assignment due today

I’m either going to start crying or dying

[stars-unto-eternity]

Fuck calculus (what?) and limits suck (stop, yeah) so do derivatives (no), dumb rate of change ass fucks

[luna200418]

Hello (*^ー^)ノ

Today was great

I got new headphones, which makes my life a lot easier. I made so many Spotify playlists, too, so I didn't do any studying. I also slept during my calculus lecture, which is today's only lec. I finished foing the chemistry experiment calculations yesterday, along some calculus practice, but i barely hadany time for anything else.

But I did write a scene in the wip, which I don't know where it happens, but I saw a prompt on Pinterest, and it sparked an idea.

Here is the scene:

Ash

I adjusted the dress Titan gave suggested once again, taking a final glance at the mirror before stepping out of the bathroom. when I peek into the room, Titan is still on his bed, absently scrolling on his phone. He lifted hid head, as if sensing my presence.

"Come on out, show me the dress," he urged, a smile spreading on his face. He straightened, anticipation lining his face.

I press my lips together, suppressing a sigh. I walked out from behind the wall separating the room from the wardrobe and bathroom, feeling my nerves tickle my stomach. He's the only person in this entire world that makes me feel things I never thought I'd ever feel again. Vulnerable and exposed yet....safe and seen.

I stopped next to the dresser, thumbing the hem as Titan's eyes roamed my body. My cheeks heated up from his scorching gaze.

The simple red dress Titan had suggested for the dinner with his family wasn't just gorgeous, it complimented my lean shape and made my amber eye stand out more the the ice blue one, which is stunningly unusual.

Titan's jaw hangs slightly open, still looking at the way the dress is making me look.

"Say something," I mumbled, unsure of what to think of his reaction. No guy made me feel like this. Like it's not just my skills in bed mattered, not the way I made him feel. I was more than what the world saw when I'm with Titan. He knows the storms in me without looking, and he knows how to make them bearable if not calmer.

"You are breathtaking," he whispered, afraid to shatter what hung between us by speaking normally, but loud enough for me to hear. My breath hitched at his words. His grean eyes that had hunted me met my mismatched ones, my lips parted as he moved from his spot on the bed, coming to stand right in front of me. I can see the war in his eyes, between giving in to what he wants and providing what I need in this moment. And damn me if that doesn't make me fall for him a bit further. If thats even possible.

There's not enough air in the room, not with the way he's looking at me. Not when i can feel the heet radiating off of his body. A body I know very well.

He palms my waist gently, still at war with himself. A slow smirk spreads on my face. "Hands off," I cammanded, adopting the division leader tor eyes flare and he drops his hands.

"Ashley." His voice was rough, almost desperate. It goes straight to my core.

"I don't like to be touched without consent," I murmured, surging up on my toes, bringing our faces closer. "Am I clear, commander?"

"Fuck, Ashley." A low curse under his breath, enough to keep me going.

"Use your words, or you'll get nothing,"

"Ashley." He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a brief moment, before opening them. He's hanging by a thread. "Please, Ashley." His voice cracked under the weight of his restraint.

"Please what?" I am enjoying this a bit.

He groans, and I know if I look down, I'll see what's paining him. "Commander?" I whispered again, our lips brushing. Titan is staring at mine. "Say the wors, and I'm all yours."

His eyes snapped to mine, and in that moment, the war inside him ended. something close to raw hunger shining in them. "You are mine." He growls into my lips, crashing his on mine. All heat and possession, and the world dissolved around us.

[miraculously-incorrect-quotes]

Alix: yall, apparently you can get a really cheap round trip flight if you go this Tuesday and bring a small personal item!

Rose: That's awesome! How cheap?

Kim: I'm not the only who assumed the item has to be Crack, right?

Rose:

Alix and kim: *dying*

[iliveinprocrasti-nationn]

sometimes the urge to take up one of the ranch hand jobs i keep seeing is overwhelming

[number1abbasupporter]

dropping out of school ❤️

[neonkoii]

you ever see something and go nope i’m not fucking differentiating that myself

[azzie-mazzie]

chat what even is calc at this point. sir isaac newton when i get you.

[vincastarr]

I can't do math

[theth0ughtdaughter]

Literally me in calc rn, wtf is csc sec and cot stop speaking Gaelic to me I don't understand this😭😭

Dr Ratio x Reader

Dr Ratio tries to teach y/n basic algebra (and cries doing so, they are just that stupid)

"You do what's in the parenthesis first,"

This was too hard.

With great regret, you had asked Dr. Ratio to help you with understanding algebra. You didn't even really care for the subject that much, but apparently you had to understand it in order to learn the cooler math. Which sucked - why couldn't you just do the interesting stuff first? This doesn't really seem related to anything, honestly.

But according to him, this was a basic foundation of mathematics.

Which sucked. It was so stupid. Why were there letters in this? You were pretty sure math is about numbers.

How does x even equal a number? You wouldn't know, because you were stuck on this problem for over twenty minutes now.

This was question 3 on the quiz he gave you. A simple one. He just wanted to go over the basics he had lectured you about. Which left you stuck in the same seat you had watched him lecture from, your ass already sore from sitting for so long. Unfortunately, freedom was far away as you got completely lost on how to solve any of these problems.

5(x+1)=2(x-5)-6

You tried to subtract the 1 out of the parenthesis, to bring it to the other side. This was how it's done, right?

Looking up, you saw his mask covering his face. So you didn't know if you were doing what you should be. So you just kept going.

Somehow you got 1/5.

That probably wasn't the right answer. But whatever.

Dr. Ratio was making weird noises at this point. He loomed over you, his abs almost hitting the top of your head as he watched - once in a while his thigh would hit the back of your chair, reminding you of whatever thought process he had. However he saw what you were doing from underneath that mask, you just knew he was judging you.

Carefully, you focused on the next problem.

The seething professor behind you hadn't allowed you to use a calculator - according to him, it was far too easy. Something one can easily do in their head.

It felt a little more embarassing to have to do the subtraction on the side. You don't remember 54-12 off of the top of your head, and you weren't a math god. So you had to do this each time. The side of your paper was riddled with lines that broke down or added numbers.

"That's not right."

He placed his hand on your shoulder, leaning down even further as he took his other hand and scrutinized the paper in front of him. The mask on his face brushed against your head, and it was unexpected - it didn't feel cold nor warm, simply just room temperature. It wasn't as hard as stone either.

"I thought the point of a quiz was for me to figure it out, not the teacher."

There was no point in arguing with him though. You were tired and your hand hurt.

"You can't even figure it out. At this point, this is a form of torture," The way he said that made it sound as if he was in more pain than you.

"Did you listen to anything that I had said?"

"Yeah." No the fuck you did not.

"None of your answers should be fractions. You also can't even follow the order of operations."

"I did the parenthesis like you said-"

"You just keep doing addition and subtraction. Not even well, since you make very simple mistakes."

You looked to where he was pointing; 39+42=71. That looked pretty correct to you.

"That's right though?"

"No. No, it's not. You missed an entire ten. It's 81," he sighed as he said this as if talking to a stupid child, curt but not able to truly express how he felt. Maybe he was justified in that response.

"Oh." You didn't know how he got that answer, but he was certainly right. Oops.

"You can't do algebra since you can't even do the basics. Do you even know how to multiply?"

"Yeah, I can-"

"Without a calculator. With double digits,"

He had taken off his mask, placing it to the side as he really started to scrutinize you; the hair on his forehead stuck to his skin slightly, having one bang that stubbornly clung to his nose and batting close to his eyelashes. The man even took a seat next to you, his eyes looking at yours and then back to the paper. As if he was in disbelief.

You could only shake your head. This was hard, and you could feel the frustration build up in your eyes as he only looked and scrutinized your paper further.

"You need to learn the basics again."

"This is the basics, right?"

"No. You can't even multiply or divide. That is elementary."

In shame, you put down your pencil and tried to hide your face behind your hands. You were never going to be able to do the cool math, were you? Like how to calculate the burger number. That's the cool math.

You heard the pencil be picked up by another hand, one that is a little too close to you - Dr. Ratio's shoulder brushed against yours, his bare and slutty arm taking up more than enough of your personal space.

"Let's go over this next problem. I'll explain it as you go along."

He was already giving you tips while you did the quiz, but that's fine. You have already dug yourself into a pit of shame and despair as you failed to do, apparently, basic math. So what would be one more embarrassing failure?

Taking the pen from his rather warm hand, you went back too it.

"So, how would you start this problem?"

At this point, his finger was just pointing at hieroglyphs. The letters with the numbers made it rather hard to comprehend what you were looking at.

"The parenthesis."

"There is no parenthesis in this," he frowned at you, continuing his streak of major disappointment. "Order of operations, PEMDAS, so what is your next step?"

"...multiply?"

"0 points. You do the exponents."

"So, the x with the little two."

You were sure that he blanked out on that one. His face had fallen into a strange expression, as if he had seen shadows move in his peripheral vision, as if he were followed by shadow people; a sort of pre-horror look.

"You do know what x squared means, correct?"

"How does x become a square? I still don't get that."

His face morphed into something else. Frustration, shock, agony. It could mean a lot of things, but his reaction was so strong you could taste it.

"You don't know what exponents are, do you?"

"...no."

You would think he would have understood this given how you were apparently bad at everything else. But it looked like you had slapped him and kicked his dog, from the look he gave you.

"By aeons what do you know!?"

"...1+1?"

He slammed his hands against the table. Your pencil rolled away from you from the shockwave, hitting the floor with a clatter as Ratio made loud facial expressions from underneath his hands. It looked as if he were a Shakespearian character who had been stabbed in the heart.

His breaths were heavy, his chest heaving with every attempt. One of his amber eyes peaked at you from underneath his slender fingers, staring at you as if you were a stubborn puzzle that did not wish to be solved.

There was something he wanted to say, but instead there was only a small noise that came from his throat. The stare he gave you could shatter glass.

"Are you okay, professor?"

He shook his head. The man turned to look at nothing, his face cradled in the palm of his hand.

"I have never met anyone like you."

That wasn't a compliment. But you were going to take it as one. That's the best you could do in this situation, honestly.

The man put his head down onto the table, one of his hands threading through his hair. You reached your hand out to his shoulder, patting him lightly in order to comfort.

You didn't see it, but there were tears pooling around his eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down.

Authors note: I don't know what this is, I'm just trying to grasp ratios character. If it's OOC then that's cause i haven't even gotten to penachony yet.

Also the burger number is real it's called whopper and was literally named after the burger King sandwich. The more you know.

[ur-dad-satan]

I'm not BUILT for calculus!! I was built to LOOK PRETTY and think about SHARKS!! What the fuck does integration and trigonometric functions have to do with SHARKS

[corvids-calling]

Even though math is a red color in my head I still use a blue notebook for the class because blue is calming and God knows I need patience in math class

[kimeoshi]

Corrupted Ratio for Twitter! Reached 2k followers and he won in a prompt game

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