#like crying over math

[icequeen-07]

Damn. This bitch autistic

[of-pale]

There are but two certainties in life: death and taxes. So it’s business as usual.

Nero walked into the shop, surprised to see Vergil in Dante's chair, sifting through papers, while Dante lounged lazily on the sofa flipping through a magazine.

"What's going on here?"

"Oh, you know, Vergil being Vergil,” Dante gestured dramatically toward his brother as if presenting a circus animal in a grand display. “He thinks he can do a better job at managing a demon hunting business. Not like I've been doing it just fine for decades.”

"Anyone with opposable thumbs could do a better job than you, brother," Vergil replied dryly, scrutinizing the atrociously messy paperwork and accounting. It didn't require a genius to see how badly Dante’s business would be in the red if it weren't for all the money Dante undoubtedly weaselled out of Lady. Still, that's money that has to be repaid, and Vergil didn't even want to think about the returns the loan shark hag expects of Dante.

What truly frustrated Vergil was knowing for a fact that Dante could do a better job at running the business. Annoying as it was to admit, Dante had always been better with numbers. Ever since they were kids, adding up numbers at lightning speed was as easy for him as reading was for Vergil. So this accounting mess? It was like Dante didn’t bother to put any effort in it. And hadn't for decades. From the looks of things, he even got enough jobs coming in to get by, so why…?

“Damn, I wish it was that easy and I could just hire a monkey to do it,” Nero shook his head. “This shit's boring as hell.”

Vergil couldn't help but let his frustration leak through, “Something for Dante to consider then, since it would do a better job than this.”

"Does that mean I can pay you in bananas, Verge?" Dante fired back with a grin.

"A considerable improvement, since you don't pay me at all.”

"Hey now, you get your cut at the end of the demon hunting jobs.”

“You mean the rightful pay earned for a job I complete by myself, from which you take a cut simply because you act as a broker of a broker?”

"Welcome to capitalism, bro. It's how things are run topside.”

"I miss hell already,” Vergil replied sarcastically, massaging his temples. “Please tell me you at least paid the taxes.”

"Hey, I may be the Legendary Demon Hunter, but even I don't mess with the IRS.”

"Wait, you do all the bookkeeping on paper?” Nero raised an eyebrow. “You know we live in the 21st century, right?”

"Eh, it's easier on paper.” Dante shrugged. “Especially if the occasional job needs to be kept off the books.”

“You just said you don't want to mess with the IRS.”

“Oh, if there's one thing scarier than the IRS, it's Lady when she's come to collect her due.” Dante got up from the sofa and sauntered over to his desk, where an open pizza box awaited. “A wise man picks his battles.”

“A fool sets himself up for them,” Vergil muttered, quickly realising the irony of his own words.

Dante grabbed a slice of pizza and took a curious peek over Vergil's shoulder at his notes. “Hm, you got the total amount wrong by a couple hundred. Right there.” He pointed at it before cheekily patting Vergil on the shoulder and continuing on his merry way back to the sofa.

Vergil growled demonically in pure frustration, fighting the very real urge to roll all the blasted papers into a ball and dump them in the bin.

[jrueships]

i genuinely cannot stand being around ppl who have to take their anger out on others . i'm so sick of always having to act like the bigger person to my Older brother while he can just tornado around my entire life & belongings & relationships without warrant all over smthing that had absolutely nothing to do with you or anyone, rlly.

[seilon]

love when this is referred to as the gifted kid website. shockingly my mental disorders made me mentally disordered and school never really vibed with that so. couldn’t be me

[thatuselesshuman]

Sometimes i just need something to rapid fire simple math problems at me so I can stop thinking is that too much to ask

[sehtoast]

me: MY HAIRLINE IS RECEDING OH NO OH FUCK

also me: full time student (worth noting i wrote stupid here at first without realizing), 20-30 hours in customer service every week, teaching myself 3/4 classes, teaching myself advanced algebra with a teacher (basically just a proctor) who shuts down any/all asks for help, juggling college financial woes, navigating dying relationships/people abandoning and/or attacking me bc i don't have time for things i used to anymore, none of my hobbies are making me happy when and if i have time for them,, i have no time for myself, i'm on my second all-nighter this week, i'm perpetually exhausted in a way sleep isn't fixing, my body aches because i'm so tired, and i'm barely able to stay asleep when i do get the chance bc the anxiety wakes me up

my hairline: two hops this time!

[kawaiikenna]

When you have to do so much fucking math for a fic. And yet that’s the only reason why you would do that much fucking math to begin with. Would someone be willing to check it? It’s for my Dad from Mars fic and it does contain spoilers for the end of chapter 5. So beware. :3 Linking the fic so that you can read if you’d like. ^w^

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If walking from the high school parking lot takes about 10 minutes and their apartment is two blocks away; that means that it would take Danny about five minutes to walk one block. The GIW stopped him about half a block away from his house. Meaning that their initial confrontation happens approx. 7.5 minutes after Danny left the parking lot putting the time at…2:36am. If that’s the time that Danny pushed his panic button and J’onn foregoes the Zeta tubes completely he would get there in approximately 45 seconds. Because Martian Manhunter’s speed is calculated at 7 miles per second. Which then places him going 420 miles per fucking MINUTE. The Watchtower is probably somewhere between the Thermoshpere and the Exoshpere making it approx 190 miles above Earth. 190/7=27.14 But he could be going faster because Full Send, Danny needs him NOW. And yet, within those 45 seconds is when Danny gets horribly injured by the GIW. But Kenna, the math says that he would get there in 27.14 seconds not 45. Well, we have to factor in that he Density Shifts through the Watchtower. No matter how fast he wants to go, he can’t just rip through the Watchtower without a care. So that’s where the extra 18 seconds comes into play. The time is now approx. 2:38-2:39am depending on the seconds and how long J’onn’s conversation with Batman was. Which was not very long to begin with.

There are probably at least 12-15 agents piled into the van. Say Danny is able to take out at least seven of them before he’s shot down, that leaves 5-8 agents for J’onn to take care of. Even if he defeats them all in record time this would still probably take him at least 5-7 minutes because he’s not only fighting the agents but is also having to protect a severely injured Danny. This does slow him down but not by much. After he has secured the unconscious and probably injured agents J’onn would immediately scoop up Danny and head to the nearest Zeta. Why? Because he doesn’t know how exactly suddenly traveling to space at exponential speeds would affect the teen. So he’s playing it safe. Say that takes him another 5 or so minutes because he’s not going full speed due to the aforementioned reason. It is now approx. 2:44-2:46am. Zeta portaling is near instantaneous so I won’t be factoring it into the final time.

Once onboard the Watchtower they would have to travel down several floors to get to the infirmary. This would probably take another 5-7 minutes depending on if they could get the elevators to override and give the Martian and injured teen a straight shot down. As soon as they get there there is a flurry of movement and vague disorder from the sudden appearance of a probably coding patient. They most likely spend another 5 minutes trying to coordinate a plan and gather relevant information on what happened as well as what they need to know about health history. It takes them another 2-3 minutes to prep the OR and Danny. Another minute or so and the surgeon meets J’onn to glean some extra information. He can’t remember anymore so that’s when he calls Jazz. It’s currently between 3:00-3:04am. Jazz is attending the Ivy League School of her dreams, which puts her at 3 hours ahead of where Danny and J’onn had moved post chapter 4. So for Jazz it’s 6:00-6:04am.

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I had to do so much math just to figure out what time it was for Jazz at the end of chapter 5. I mildly hate myself because I’ve been working on this damn time problem for a good chunk of the past 3 hours. I really hope that I did it all correctly. I literally just googled things to find the numbers to plug into the corresponding equations.

[svnflowermoon]

why can i literally not function at school like i swear i'm trying i just can't focus????

[deathsmallcaps]

I swear. I comprehend I’m not the best teaching intern in the world. I also was not the best camp counselor, cashier, and so on. But if my observer gives me so much criticism that I cry again I’m going to be so motherfucking pissed.

Especially since she’s asking me to stay late just to review me. While I have family visiting. And I’m gone for most of the day. And my commute is over half an hour. Which isn’t bad around here but still.

[elis-corner]

crying because why the fuck did i pick a three year course of latin i can barely string a sentence together in english and it's literally my first and basically only language

[cult-of-the-eye]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHG

[wayward-sherlock]

i hope all my beloved mutuals know how to cook and how to do math bc im failing at both right now

[hepbaestus]

:|

[catinasink]

mr anteater hanst posted the fucking online assignments how am i supposed to do them theyre due when we come back from spring break i think but he hasnt fucking posted them

jfc what am i supposed to do

guess????

[starlooove]

Sorry I loooove the idea of characters being bad parents in the future idkkkk

[charlie-pippin-faraday]

dude i'm so on edge as i delve into v3 chapter 4. because unless the ONLY people left to die the entire rest of the game are himiko, kokichi, and tsumugi (doubtful that's the case), that means SOMEONE that i love will die before this game is over. i've been lucky so far that no one that i've really liked has died yet aside from kaede, but as the numbers dwindle the chances of one of my favorites dying goes up exponentially. the chances of miu, keebo, gonta, kaito, and maki all living are VERY slim (and i should throw shuichi in there too i guess, but i really don't think they'd kill TWO player characters in one game so i am less concerned). i anticipate two more murders (aka four more deaths), and even if they take out all of my non-favorites that means by the math at least one of my favorites is most likely going to end up either murdered or as a murderer, which i am NOT going to handle well.

i really fear for the fates of miu, gonta, and keebo tbh. kaito and maki are obviously part of my Main Character Trio, and the writers could either protect them like they did with kyoko and byakuya in DR1 and have them survive, or cruelly take them out at the end like they did with nagito and chiaki in DR2. my gut is leaning towards the DR1 model (and also there's no way the assassin character in this game is killing someone nor is she gonna allow herself to get killed), so they'll be given the protection status of Main Character Trio, therefore making miu and gonta and keebo even more vulnerable. fam, when one or more of them inevitably dies, i am gonna be DISTRAUGHT