#negative numbers

[ask-numberjacks]

what do you guys think of this fanfic? https://www.deviantart.com/majestical4729/art/Numberjacks-More-Math-S1E1-858057085

My handwriting is awful istg

I agree with Five. It was really interesting! It'd make for a great episode if it was canon.

Edit: I take those (the watch/fav) back since apparently the author is homophobic >:(

[inspofromancientworld]

Zero, Negative, and Infinite Numbers in Antiquity

With the advent of accounting, numbers became more important to people of the Bronze Age and into the Iron Age. Numbers grew into a thing of philosophy as much as they were of accounting and geometry. Number systems were developed, based on systems of 10, 20, or even 60, depending on the culture, but numbers having a value based on where in the number they appear, such as the value of 4 being different in 4356, 43, and 354, was something that came along later. This is something we take for granted now, but wasn't developed until the Hindu people of India. The biggest development that allowed for a positional system of numbers is 0.

Zero shows up in some ways before the Hindu-Arabic numeral system was formalized. The Ancient Egyptians used a symbol called 'nfr' to symbolize when the amount received by pharaoh was equal to what was distributed, but they did not use a positional system when writing other numbers. The Babylonians also didn't use a positional number system, though they might use three hooks, or later two slants, as punctuation marks between between numbers like we use zero now, but they were never used alone or at the end of a number, showing that the concept wasn't fully developed yet.

By Miranche - Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=55976282

The ancient Greeks seemed to be philosophically opposed to zero while also needing to use it for their astronomy. They used lower case omicron (ό) initially in place of the punctuation marks that the Babylonians used. The quantity of zero led to the philosophical question 'how can not being be?', on which the paradoxes of Zeno of Elea rest (one of which being 'that which is locomotion must arrive at the half-way stage before it arrives at the goal').

The ancient Chinese used a counting rod system that allowed positive and negative numbers depending on how exactly the numbers were written, but treated zero itself as a vacant place, lending the system a type of positional set up, but without having a zero or null concept. At some point prior to CE 1274, the symbol 〇 as the placeholder and was probably borrowed from the Indian people.

By National Geographic - National Geographic [1]. Non creative image of a 2D artifact from the 3-4th century CE., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=73315832

In India, a black dot was used as a symbol for zero, which gradually became hollow. It was fully recognized as a number as far back as CE 224, though Pingala, a Sanskrit scholar who lived around the 2nd or 3rd century BCE, created a type of notation similar to Morse code with long and short sylables and included a zero, using the word Śūnyatā शू���्यता to represent zero. The word is generally translated as 'insubstance' or 'nothingness'.

Negative numbers are a part of accounting, so they existed from the beginning of the idea of counting. The only known group of peoples to have specific notation for them, though, are the ancient Chinese with their counting rod system.

By Nevit Dilmen - Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=4182698

In ancient cultures, infinity wasn't a number, but an idea to be explored through philosophy. The earliest record we have of this discussion is Anaximander, who lived from about 610-546 BCE, who called it apeiron ἄπειρον, which is translated as 'unlimited, boundless, indefinite'. He considered this to be the basis of reality. Anaxagoras, who lived from about 500-428 BCE, believed that the universe had the capacity to be infinitely divided (leading to the idea of atoms). Aristotle (384-322 BCE) rejected the idea that infinity was a real thing and could only be an idea. Aristotle's ideas were not widely disputed until the Enlightenment.

By I, Tó campos1, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2304574

Early Indian thinking on infinity was written into the Jain upanga Agamas जैन साहित्य around 400 BCE. There it is held that numbers can be divided into three groups: enumerable (lowest, intermediate, highest), innumerable (nearly innumerable, truly innumerable, innumerably innumerable), and infinite (nearly infinite, truly infinite, infinitely infinite). They were the first group to recognize that not all infinites are the same, which corresponds with the modern mathematical thinking. Infinite length, infinite area, and infinite volume are all infinites, but not the same infinite.

[magicjudge]

How does negitive power interact with Cut Down? -Destil

Quite well!

Normally, Magic doesn't like negative numbers, but it's fine with them existing in power and toughness and the math for them works just fine when calculating a total P/T for Cut Down.

For example, Cut Down will see that an unmodified Char-Rumbler has a total power and toughness of (-1)+3=2.

[exnihilo-comic]

are negative numbers real? are they the same numbers but they use a funny hat (-)?

(no)

[hemingwayshead]

Movie Posters instagram.com/lazzarrella

[77seven7777]

opinions on -7?

i love -7

[waspsinyouryard]

Ok so

Let's just say I have the incredibly challenging task of figuring out what 6 + (-4) is. Instead of being like "ah this is 6 - 4" I would would imagine that a battle is occurring, and one side has 6 soldiers and the other has 4. Then, slowly, the soldiers would kill each other 2 at a time until only 2 soldiers remained, both on the positive side. Then, since 2 remain on the positive side, I would know the answer is positive 2.

Or I could just solve 6 - 4

[elissastillstands]

Never even in death will you lose your fame, but you will be in men’s thoughts, your name ever immortal... (Theognis 245-246, trans. Gerber 1999).

Sometimes, the niche crossover urge takes over. This is based on Greek red-figure vase paintings of kithara players (specifically the ones here and here). If you want to hear a little about how the kithara is played and a little sample of improvisation on the instrument, check out the video here!

[slutdge]

I like that the way you talk about middle aged men is almost misogynistic

slaps that old mans ass and says "youd be prettier if you smiled more"

[locusfandomtime]

The maths fandom is wild. “Real” and “imaginary” numbers? I think you mean canon and non-canon. You guys seriously go “this is my number oc his name is i and he is the square root of -1” when in numbers canon lore it’s actually impossible to square root a negative but sure whatever. “Complex numbers”? I think you mean a character x oc ship. “f(x) = 3x - 5”? That is self-insert fanfiction.

[neveromininart]

⚔ An immortal is dead and you're holding the murder weapon. ⚔

Sunset Phoenix is an action/mystery comic about an immortal kingpin and her criminal spy who were framed for the murder of a rival, and are trying to find the real killer before time runs out and the city succumbs to war.

Also I made it and worked hard on it and I think you should check it out because it's cool :)

[arizonaconservativegal]

[14dayswithyou]

This angel has another question! \o

Hiiii ! So, for all the angels having chronic anxiety disorder like me, how Ren would take care of you if you had a panic attack because of that ? Not because of a precise event, but something angel was going trhough since forever but now has Renren to take care of them during those ? I would love to see !

I give a warm hug to all the angels living this ! ♡

✦゜ANSWERED: As someone with AvPD and SAD, I can relate to this ;v;

Realistically though, it's kinda hard for me to give a precise answer to these kinds of questions (not just anxiety-related ones) as it's different for everyone.

That said, I think Ren's reaction would all depend on what Angel needs, which can vary from person to person. Some people like being pulled aside and having their partner ask them grounding questions, while others like to self-soothe and calm themselves down without the help of other people. So, whatever it is that you normally need at that moment, I'm sure Ren would be more than willing to oblige and help out!

For me personally, I don't like having others see me in such an emotional and vulnerable state. If that's the same for you, then Ren would most likely make sure you're somewhere safe before getting rid of the cause of your anxiety attack and waiting patiently for you to come out once you're ready. But if you prefer to have someone around, then Ren would sit by your side, rub soothing patterns into your skin with his thumbs, and ask you to list some of the things you can see/hear/smell.

Again, this answer differs from person to person, so I can't really go into detail or give a specific answer ;v; (aside from like... the bare minimum you'd expect from a person jkgskgk)

[blushweddinggowns]

Now with Part 2!

Steve didn’t have the best track-record when it came to relationships. It’s not that he had a problem getting into them, he just had an issue staying in them. Or more accurately, getting someone to want to stay with him.

Nancy was the worst example of that by far, but even before her, there was a trend in Steve’s life. People broke up with him, not the other way around. And he knew why. Steve wasn’t stupid, or at least, not as stupid as people thought he was. He knew he was clingy, he knew he fell in love too fast, got intense too fast, he was painfully aware of the fact.

And he wasn’t going to go through it again. Robin had been the last straw, in both a good and a bad way. The romance aspect was obviously shot to shit immediately, but at the same time, she was the one person in his life, who wasn’t a literal child, that didn’t think he was too much. She was the one person who loved him back unconditionally, all of his clinginess and care one hundred percent accepted.

And Steve would take it. He got lucky enough to get someone to want to be in his life while knowing the real him, why push? A platonic soulmate was probably more than he deserved anyway. So Steve accepted the fact that this was it. Maybe down the line, he’d do what his parents did, get married for convenience instead of love. Have kids, the whole normal life shebang. But for now, he was happy to keep all that crap away from him.

But then came Eddie Munson.

Stupid, reckless, annoying, adorable Eddie Munson. Eddie Munson who almost died protecting Steve’s favorite child, Eddie Munson who had the prettiest eyes in the state of Indiana, Eddie Munson who ended up being the sweetest, funniest person Steve had ever met. Eddie Munson, who latched onto Steve with lightning fast speed, and made him feel like his life had fucking color again.

They became fast friends, half because experiencing hell together was a really great bonding experience, and half because Dustin refused to hang out with them separately now that their weird jealous feud was over. The little shit was obviously trying to play as a friend matchmaker, and it worked to Dustin’s delight.

Despite all their differences, Steve and Eddie just clicked. On the surface, they couldn’t be more different, but underneath it all, they were eerily similar. Both had shitty parents who hated them, both were fucking terrible at academics and would side-eye each other when one of their genius friends went on a smart person rant. They were both snarky shitheads who could make the other laugh like no tomorrow. They both wanted out of this shitty town, but were too afraid to leave their friends behind. And they just…liked each other. A lot.

Steve could, and had, spent hours talking to him on the phone, about anything and nothing. And as embarrassing as it was, falling asleep on there together was not a rare thing for either of them. Soon enough, they were almost attached at the hip. Even at work they couldn’t stay away from each other, either Eddie was loitering on the Family Video floor chatting up Steve, or Steve was impatiently waiting in Eddie’s passenger seat as he did a drug deal. And it was all so fun, just being with him. Steve kind of felt like he was on top of the world. 

But then it happened. He didn’t know how it happened, but it happened.

One second, they were on their way to the movie theater, arguing about what they were going to see, and the next Steve realized it. He stared at Eddie, still in the middle of his rant on how The Fly was going to be so much more memorable than Stand by Me.

An uncomfortably familiar feeling was building up inside him. Familiar but different, more intense than anything he could remember. But he still knew what it was. It was that horrible, fluttery feeling he had with Nancy, but worse. Because with Nancy, Steve had been trying, he had worked to impress her, had opened himself up on purpose to get his heart broken.

But with Eddie? It felt like he was taking a piece of Steve without permission. He hadn’t even thought about it when he opened up to him, he just did it. He never pretended with him, he was just his bitchy, overly attached self, and Eddie had never had a problem, if anything he encouraged it.

In hindsight, Steve had never had a chance.

He was in love with him. He was in love with him and he wanted to puke. He had Eddie take him straight home after that, with a half truth about feeling like shit. And then he had to wave him off from trying to take care of him, the ass. Like making Steve fall in love with him wasn’t enough, he had to genuinely care about him too? It just made him feel worse.

He had called Robin immediately, because what else could he do? He told her the whole shitty story, and like the angel she was, she talked him through it, sexuality crisis included. She made the argument that if he could fight demons with his bare hands, than he could more than handle being gay for one dude. Which...maybe wasn’t the most sound reasoning, but it worked.

They developed a system, Steve could whine and cry to Robin about his hopeless infatuation, and hang out with Eddie like nothing was wrong. And when Eddie eventually moved on with a girlfriend, Steve would just lock himself in his room for two weeks and cry like a loser until he got over it. It was a good plan, and he felt like he had everything under control.

Until he didn’t.

It was another Friday night, and Steve was always over at Eddie’s on Fridays. And Saturdays. And Sundays. And occasionally on Wednesday and Thursday. Almost always on Mondays and Tuesdays.

Okay, so he borderline just lived there when he wasn’t working, but so what? Eddie always seemed happy to see him, and Wayne didn’t mind. He was reading a comic on Eddie’s bed, while Eddie was fiddling with his guitar, staring into space.

“Hey Steve?”

“Hm?”

Eddie was quiet for a second, pausing before asking, “Why don’t you date girls anymore?”

Steve was only half-listening, still engrossed in what he was reading, “Don’t really have the time.”

“But you do have the time. Like…now is the time. You can tell me if I’m the one getting in the way of that.”

Steve shrugged, flipping the page, “You’re never in the way. I just like spending time with you more than random girls, y’know?”

He could hear Eddie put down his guitar to join Steve on the bed, his voice a little shaky, “Steve, if I ask you something that’s, uh, kinda out there, will you promise you won’t be mad?”

Steve rolled his eyes, impatient as he re-read the same part over again, "If it’s quick, I’m getting to the good part here dude.”

Eddie took a deep breath, voice soft as he asked, "Are you in love with me?”

Steve could feel his heart stop in his chest, and for a brief second, he couldn’t help but wonder if this is what a heart attack felt like. His head shot up, comic forgotten, eyes wide as he stared at Eddie’s questioning face. His mind was racing too fast to form a coherent thought. How did he figure it out? Was Steve that obvious? Was…was he mad? Would he be mad? Would he hate him? Call him a queer and kick him out of the trailer? By the time he thought of the simple answer to just deny it, he had already been staring at Eddie with his mouth hanging open for a full minute.

The window for believability was definitely closed on that front.

The whole thing felt unfair. He…he had tried this time. Really, really tried to not let his stupid feelings come into play, but here he was again, caught and about to get his heart smashed to a thousand pieces.

Eddie was still waiting for an answer, tense as he searched Steve’s face. Steve licked his lips, opening and closing his mouth like an idiot before managing to squeak out, “I’m sorry.”

Eddie was still staring at him, expression unreadable as he asked again, “So…you are?”

Steve looked away, staring back at his stupid comic book as he nodded, vision blurring. Christ, he was going to cry. Eddie was going to scream at him, or never talk to him again, or god forbid try to be understanding while shutting it down. He’d have to watch their relationship slowly dissolve while Eddie kept a healthy distance away, probably take the time to fall for some pretty girl who wasn’t a clingy and annoying fuck like Steve was.

He froze when he felt Eddie’s hand on his chin, forcing his head up to meet his eyes. This was it, the end of everything. He could barely fucking see with all the tears in his eyes, but then Eddie was wiping them away and he was…smiling at him?

“Thank God,” Eddie breathed, leaning in until their lips touched. They were kissing. Eddie Munson was kissing him. And even through his shock, Steve was damn sure kissing him back.

Eddie was trying to talk to him, pulling away to get a few words out before going right back in to press their mouths together, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Steve was the one who had to pull away, as reluctant as he was he had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming here, “Y-you’re not mad?”

Eddie seemed to vaguely understand that they still needed to talk, but that wasn’t stopping him from kissing every other part of Steve’s face, “Why would I be mad?”

“Because…” Because I’m a guy? Because you could do better? Because I’m a suffocating freak who already takes up most of your time? “Because I’m me?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, “Oh no, the man I’m in love with is himself. Whatever will I do?”

Steve froze for the second time at that, a smile slowly spreading over his face, “You love me?”

“I love you, you love me, and I would really appreciate it if we could just make-out on my bed now that-”

Eddie didn’t even get the full sentence out before Steve was on him, tackling him on the bed to smash their lips back together.

And sure, Steve was still scared shitless about the possibility that Eddie would wake up one day and realize he could do better, but for now? He’d take it.