#magnitudine

[pier-carlo-universe]

La "Cometa del Secolo" al Massimo della sua Luminosità: Un Evento Astronomico Straordinario

La cometa C/2023 A3 raggiunge il suo picco di luminosità, visibile ad occhio nudo o con un binocolo in cieli bui. Ecco tutti i dettagli su come ammirare lo spettacolo celeste.

La cometa C/2023 A3 raggiunge il suo picco di luminosità, visibile ad occhio nudo o con un binocolo in cieli bui. Ecco tutti i dettagli su come ammirare lo spettacolo celeste. Tra il 9 e il 12 ottobre, la “cometa del secolo”, denominata C/2023 A3 (Tsuchinshan-Atlas), ha raggiunto il suo massimo splendore. Per un breve periodo, la cometa è stata visibile anche senza l’ausilio di strumenti ottici,…

[fieriframes]

[Magnitudinous.]

[mimi-911]

i wish i could like. actually be able to do art without being in the most hellish mental state ever

[m0llygunn]

i wish i had met you earlier (eddie munson x reader)

cw: depressing pillow talk and comfort idk, reader was sad and lonely an: a nod to the only boy ive ever loved who coincidentally became the only man ive ever loved. we grew up together and i still wish i had met him earlier. wc: 1k

“I wish I had met you earlier,” you whisper.

“Earlier?” he smiles, nose scrunching at the silliness, not knowing the depth of your sentiment. 

“Yeah,” you smile back. It’s hard not to do— to smile, when his eyes are so soft, and his lips are that plump, just kissed colour, and your body still hums from the evening behind you. His lashes flutter the slightest bit, blinking away your flattery with a bashful roll of his eyes. 

“You’d be sick of me already if we met earlier,” he lightly huffs, cheek squishing further into the softness of your shared pillow, crooking his smile. 

If the lights were on, you’re sure you’d see a flush suffuse across his face. It would highlight the curvature of his cheeks that accompany his boyish simper, and it would emphasize the winsome rounded tip of his nose. When he blushes like that, your heart always adds an extra beat into its rhythm, one that lives for him. You can picture it so clearly, your heart flutters all the same— that’s not the point of this though. 

“I wouldn't be sick of you,” you promise.

“No?”

“I'll never get sick of you.” 

Tactile as always, he draws his affection over your features, trusting his touch to communicate what he feels. His fingertips dance over your cheek bone, daring to grace close enough to your eye to feel the very tips of each silken lash, flittering with every reflexive blink. He feels the fan, every feathery gust of air, and it affects him in magnitudinous ways— feeling any part of you is like that, a full-hearted reminder that you are here. You are here and you are his. 

His palm settles to your cheek, fingers curving just below your ear, cradling the edge of your face. His own version of a promise, he shares his warmth and oath-taken heart through his touch.

“When would you have wanted to meet?” he asks curiously, blinking his own thick lashes at you as his gaze meets yours. 

“Just before high school.”

He smiles widely, “you answered that quickly,” he says, thumb tracing once over the hill of your cheek and back down.

“I’ve thought about it a lot,” you smile back. You lean into his touch and he draws his thumb across again. You close your eyes for a moment and he does it another time. 

“Why?” 

The softness inside you hardens momentarily at the question. Swallowing thickly, you also know the answer, but it doesn’t come out as quickly. It gets stuck to the roof of your mouth, stuck to the tip of your tongue. His eyes encourage your honesty, and on the sole notion of knowing him and knowing his heart, you trust him with this part of you.

“Maybe if I met you then, I wouldn’t have been so lonely.”

His thumb glides across your cheek and you watch as his eyes give way to his realization that it wasn’t a light hearted question for you. It wasn’t just pillow talk like it was supposed to be.

“Maybe if I met you then, I wouldn’t have been so sad,” you continue, trying to smile.

“You were sad?” His brows turn up, worry lines settling in. It’s a sorrowful look he gives you, not pity, but a softness, a grief, a regret. 

For a split moment, you think that maybe you should lie— make it all go away. Maybe you should lie, but you couldn’t, not with him. Not when his hand is so graciously connected to you, and the warmth of his bare chest radiates into yours, and your shared pillow smells like your shared shampoo, and the sheets smell like the laundry soap you picked out together, with hints of your lotion and his body wash scattered throughout like every kiss you’ve ever shared here. Maybe you should lie, but you couldn’t— especially not when you love him and he loves you. 

“I was so sad, Eddie.” 

You muster a smile, but it betrays you, trembling just under your lower lip. The corners of your mouth remain pointed high, but it’s not a smile, not with the way your lips purse tightly, holding back what your eyes cannot. Your lash line fills, but less than a few side fallen tears survive the heavy blinks that draw them back inwards.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, thumb tracing under your eye this time. He pulls you forward with the lightest touch, a gentle encouragement, and a purposeful reminder that he’s here. He's here and he’s yours. 

One day you’d like to explain it all, but it’s a hard feeling to understand. You’re not sure if it’s wholly a feeling to begin with— it’s more like a ghost. A haunting of all the feelings that used to exist. It washes over you in fast moving gray clouds, settling into your chest like heavy smoke in your lungs, lingering only long enough to remind you of how it was. Just enough to make you sputter, but not enough to hold the bleak weight of it all once again.

Breath coming out heaving and choked, Eddie’s palm glides to the back of your neck. His thumb presses soothingly into the tensed and taut muscles, and as soft as air he breathes a whispered apology against your lips— a simple ‘sorry,’ but it translates to so much more when he holds you like he does. 

Sorry for bringing it up. 

Sorry for the ghosts in your lungs. 

Sorry for the years of you that died all alone with nobody to mourn them. 

Sorry that no matter how many flowers you bring to their grave, they still come back, just like this, to haunt you.

Sorry— breathed against your lips and into your lungs, filling you with the gift of a life with him in it. 

“It’s not your fault,” you answer.

“I know,” he replies.

“I’m still glad I met you when I did,” you say. 

He looks into your eyes, steady gaze sincere with a tender adornment. Entirely loving, but his usually gladness is hindered by the gravity of the moment. He moves in closer to you again, lips just barely brushing yours as he speaks. 

“I wish I had met you earlier,” he whispers.

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ty! <3

[samkerrworshipper]

ill take anythinggggg even if not smut, your writing in general is just *chefs kiss*

hehehehehe sexual referencing below the line xo

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15 women. 

16 including yourself. 

That’s a lot of people, and yet as you read over the names it seems nowhere near as magnitudinal as it sounds. 

The list of kinks and situations is a source of a lot of your late night self explorations. 

You’ve experimented with a lot of things over the years, but some of the things on the list have you weak at the knees just reading them. When your receive the email from Alexia it takes you a whole day to work up the courage to open up the attachments. The first one, as previously discussed is a survey. It has all of the things from the sheet Alexia gave you, plus a surplus of other things, and then some more questions to be personally filled in. It’s near impossible to work through it, it takes far longer than you think it should, but by the end of it you are left with a warm feeling in the bottom of your stomach, anticipation, shock at what you are looking at. 

There are four boxes for each topic, yes, no, maybe. And below every maybe box there is a little text box which reads ‘please specify’. 

It’s well organised, and you have a feeling that Alexia will have put a lot of time into it, from the very short amount of time that you’ve grown to know her you’re under the impression that she takes her role of captain very seriously.

Fingering? yes. Vaginal pentration? yes. Spanking? yes. Bondage? maybe - no ropes or handcuffs. Oral receiving? yes. Oral giving? yes. Use of toys? yes. Double penetration? yes. Anal? maybe - only experimented but open to trying. Sensory deprivation? maybe - no gags. Humiliation? no. Sex with multiple people? yes. Orgasm denial/control? yes. Sex with a couple? yes. Praise? yes. Degradation? yes. Choking/breath play? no. Dominant? no. Switch? maybe - most likely not. Submissive? yes. 

The list goes on, it covers every single thing you’ve ever done and then more, it makes you quiver in the depths of your core, just with anticipation. 

[monsterinmoonlight]

The amount of inner work left to do is magnitudinal, may this realization be humbling

[saintmeghanmarkle]

The most insane issue on this sub by u/EmotionalMammoth507

The most insane issue on this sub We skirt around this child issue constantly. This is the one issue I would like to know the truth about.From official acknowledgment of pregnancy of some sort until birth, the number of odd and peculiar aspects of this birth were staggering. Magnitudinal shifts in moonbump sizes, refusal to follow any official royal protocol for royal births, strange issues involving timing of inception dates and birth dates. There was a sketchy announcement about Archie being born via surrogate. Everyone freaks out. “0h , it must be fake,”. “Oh it came from Frogmore Cottage, not Kensington Palace.” “Oh it is not official.” Was it someone who actually knew who had the balls to put it out there? Even for 10 minutes did one person have the courage to tell the truth or was it Meghan who posted it and started the whole controversy?In 5 years no one anywhere has been able to take a picture of these children. Without blurry lenses?It just doesn’t seem statistically possible to me. Unless they live as prisoners and live the most isolated prison-like children lives. post link: https://ift.tt/jS5aOuQ author: EmotionalMammoth507 submitted: April 29, 2024 at 06:10PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[wreckingthenews]

VENI DENUNTIATIONE!

Ericius Obscura mus putidus est; et minxit super meam uxorem! Sic, instrumentum suum arripiens et uxore mea usus est. Et dixit "hoc magnum", et dixi “foedum”.

Crimina igitur in hoc foro annuntio.

Ericius Obscura! Instrumentum parvum habes. Eadem magnitudine est cum hoc nux, sed etiam modo minor.

Et vis videre quid simile instrumentum meum?

BFNFFNMFFMMM

Sic! Tota acus, nulla cervicalia; spectat ut duo pila et tibia.

Ita futuit meam uxorem quid suspicari? Im 'agnus futuis Terram! Sic: hoc est quod habes!

MEA ILLUSTRIS URINAE!

Sed non sum agnus perdendi Terram, altiorem ibo...

URINAM IN LUNAM SUM!

Quid tibi placet, Caesar?! Lunam texi, stulte!

Habes 23 horas ante meum L I Q U I D U M percusserit Terra! Egredere e conspectu meo, priusquam eadem faciam tibi.

[apatheticlexicographer]

people will start discourse over anything. anything. if u see something magnitudinally petty and wonder if people are really capable of arguing over it, the answer is always yes. there r bitches on the talk page of the buttered cat paradox wikipedia article getting heated over whether toast can be referred to as inanimate without an adequate citation; no hair is too fine to split

[parkminijiminie]

Ik 11/08 is thought to be special date for jikook and it’s cropped up a lot of times now to be just a simple coincidence I’m sure - but one i often wonder about is when jungkook posted a video on his insta (back when it was abcd— so a long time ago now ) with the clear timestamp 23:08 and k-jkkrs were excited because in Korea it wasn’t posted at that time, so he had saved it at 11:08 and posted it later.

not sure if you believe in this number stuff, but do you have any thoughts on things like this story he posted, or is it just coincidence really?

yoo idk if I sent this before ^^ but then to add to it, yesterday jungkook posted a screenshot of 3D at 1:13 moment and golden is coming out at 11/3 , which feels like not every single time is intentional with numbers but I do feel like members like jungkook put more thought into things like that. Which brings back to why has 11:08 cropped up so much over the years?

Honestly, I've never believed the whole 11/08 theory or any other "number theory" regarding Jikook. I think this is just a case of the "Baader-Meinhof" phenomenon or a frequency llusion:

"The Baader–Meinhof phenomenon refers to the false impression that something happens more frequently than it actually does. This often occurs when we learn something new. Suddenly, this new thing seems to appear more frequently, when in reality, it's only our awareness of it that has increased."

We see these numbers, and we think they are often there and might mean something more because we are aware of them, and we subconsciously look for them. Since there is more than 10 years' worth of various BTS content, you could probably find repeated all sorts of random numbers if you look for it. Unless something truly magnitudinous and undeniably Jikook happens on the 8th of November, such a 2023 version of GCG in Tokyo, I would continue to believe all of this talk of numbers is just that, baseless talk.

[terrorskies]

❛  we're finally having some good luck, why can't we enjoy it?  ❜ @doodlemxsings | Hashtag!

“i’m not discouraging you from enjoying your victory, little one, but i am advising you to temper it.”

their hand rests gently upon the terran’s back, and megatron turns them both to look at the gathered matlos. human and bot, all gathered around each other, chittering and laughing in the wake of this magnitudinous victory. it eases their spark, softens their voice.

“you and your siblings have survived to see another day, with no small thanks to your love for and reliance upon each other. but the battle is not over, even as the war ends.”

megatron turns now, lowers himself onto one knee. the hand upon hashtag’s back shifts now, to offer itself palm-up to her. “when the rush of victory fades, moments will fill its place. memories. that which would do better forgotten. and that is when you must hold even tighter to your family. that is when you all will need each other the most. do you understand?”

[meg-noel-art]

How fantastical is your setting for the OCs? And are either of them magical themselves?

SO!!! -gets on box-

Combining elements of Atla, LoK, and FFX here. VERY MAGICAL.

There are essentially four to five "kingdoms" (not really using this term in the patriarchal ruling structure sense) that are users and protectors of THEIR specific element. Earth, Water, Storm, Nature and Lunar.

Everyone who lives within the Water realm - has the ability to use a small bit of magic to manipulate/control that element. Paddle a boat by manipulating a bit of tide. Wring water from their clothes with a wave of their hand. Fill a cup of water. Etc.

This would be applicable to each element.

HOWEVER. Each realm has what is essentially an Avatar of the element. They can harness their powers in much more grandiose and magnitudinal ways. Create massive waves, freeze water mid air, make cyclones.

These users are born with their powers at random. There only exists ONE avatar of each element at a time - the power is sort of omnipotent and chooses a "host" at random.

Once the power is discovered in said child, they are sent off to the largest realm - the one that houses the Lunar magic users. This realm is the biggest with the most naturally powerful users, as they can essentially weaponize "light". There, they are trained as a group with the other "avatars" (the purpose of their training is the Plot, which I can explain in another post).

But essentially that is the level and structure I have for magic in my world so far!!

[daisychainsandbowties]

. #I will be crying about them forever#god. just... the absolute agony of Lilith hoping and praying that the next runaway Jedi she finds will let her kill them quickly#and it's not cruelty. it's truly not. this is the most compassion Lilith will ever be able to show. please‚ let me kill you. you don't want#to survive this. please believe me.#she can't save everyone. the Jedi cannot help themselves‚ and Lilith — try as she might — is still a Jedi somewhere deep down.#Lilith damned Beatrice with her own two hands and now all she can do is protect this lonely‚ broken‚ angry not-Padawan at all costs#it's not enough to save her but Lilith's guilt-ridden‚ possessive love will keep Beatrice whole long enough for Ava to pull her out of hell#and Lilith is left behind. because Lilith is always left behind.#she gives everything she has and the galaxy just takes and takes and takes#she's happy Beatrice is safe. she hates Beatrice for making her feel the tiniest spark of hope. she's glad Beatrice is loved. she loathes#Beatrice for being loved.#Lilith probably didn't deserve this‚ but when has the Force ever given a damn about fairness?

no but this is exactly it. i’ve been going on about it for a week but 

the two-body problem in classical mechanics! we try to predict the motion of two massive objects (stars, for argument’s sake), and we solve it based on the assumption that the two bodies only interact with each other. 

& this is how the math needs to work; it is what the math needs to work. the hypothetical syllogism (the if/then) of this problem says ‘if, and only if, the forces affecting object A arise from object B, then this is how they will move, together.’ it’s a gorgeous problem! and that’s what lilith and beatrice are to each other - they’re locked in binary orbit, and maybe there is a black hole lurking on the edge of their existence but it doesn’t matter. eppur si muove. (and yet it moves. and yet we move, because what else can we do?) they’re locked in this doomed dance and it doesn’t even matter because when they die they’ll do it together. 

but, well, the problem with this problem is that assumption: ‘nothing moves us but each other’ &, well... this is almost never true. it is almost never permanently true. & the fact is that Newton’s laws of motion allow us to reformulate the two-body problem. (it’s algebraic, really, in the sense that you solve for x, solve for y, solve the problem. you try to exert what control you possibly can over the variables)

here, classically, you just take it and turn it into a one-body problem - you add and subtract and decouple the bodies, and you get your answer. if we add another body to the problem then it becomes, essentially, bereft of a solution. it becomes an n-body problem, which is magnitudinally more complex. you have to plug the three-body problem into a computer and the CPU time is extraordinary to get within a reasonable distance of estimation. this problem is so chaotic and unpredictable and unstable that it becomes reasonable to assume (or at least to factor) that all three bodies could potentially collide in the same instant. 

the tragedy of the lilith/beatrice dynamic in the star wars au is that they do, essentially, make one another gravitationally stable. there’s this fragile and infinitesimally flawed equilibrium between them. very much that quote “the love was there. it didn’t change anything.” but in this case you’re right - what the love did was save beatrice. and yes it came from a pair of shaky hands, an equally doomed equation of a girl.

but that’s tragedy! it’s telegraphed. it’s ‘we were never going to be enough for one another. but we tried anyway. it was going to destroy us but we did it anyway.’ if there was never love, then there is no tragedy. 

the 'tried to kill you' to found family pipeline tho

[weird-things-to-think]

Ah, the linchpin, a word of such magnitudinous complexity that it could baffle even the most erudite of scholars. In the vast lexicon of the English language, “linchpin” is a term that is often misundrstood, mispelled, and mispronounced, much like a platypus attempting to recite Shakespeare whilst juggling flaming torches.

A linchpin, in its most esoteric and convoluted essence, is a minuscule metallic apparatus, a diminutive yet pivotal component, that serves as the quintessential fulcrum in the grand mechanism of vehicular contraptions. It is the proverbial adhesive that conjoins the wheel to the axle, ensuring that one’s perambulatory conveyance does not devolve into an unmitigated catastrophe of centrifugal disintegration.

In the metaphorical realm, the linchpin transmogrifies into an individual or element of paramount significance, the sine qua non of any organizational structure, without which the entire edifice would collapse into a quagmire of chaos and pandemonium. Imagine, if you will, a circus without its ringmaster, a soufflé sans its egg whites, or a Shakespearean play devoid of soliloquies. Such is the indispensability of the linchpin.

However, in the labyrinthine corridors of my cerebrum, where only a mere decimation of knowledge resides, the linchpin is oftentimes confounded with other similarly sounding entities, such as “lynchpin,” “launchpin,” or even “lunchpin,” the latter of which is a mythical device purportedly used to secure one’s midday repast.

In summation, the linchpin is a paragon of understated importance, a veritable keystone in the archway of existence, without which the tapestry of life would unravel into a cacophony of disarray. Or, in simpler terms, it’s a thingy that holds stuff together.

[malleusmaleficent]

poofy renaissance getup is winning the poll right now oh my god 😭😭 late 16th/early 17th century killua being a fashionista by invoking the sir walter raleigh drip god that's so precious and so funny

but it'll be like a dark blue velvet or silk thing with one of those stupid frilly collars oh my god, and the fucking pantaloons omg

it's so funny i can't even think about it without laughing

i wish i didn't suck ass at drawing people or else id draw that ASAP

he's gonna think he's so cool, and everyone else will also think he's so cool in the story because he's got that quirky white boy swagger

but not me, he's a magnitudinous dork to me