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fast food is the best course of action after causing a scene. ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴʏᴀʟ ᴀʟ ɢʜᴜʟ ᴀᴜ
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Danny finds Sam easily.
She's right where she said she was over the phone: standing outside on a balcony, in Gotham, at Father's many charity functions.
("Would you still be willing to fly over to Gotham, Danny?" She asks, her voice ringing clear through the speakers. Danny is already climbing out his window before she even finishes her sentence. He was just about to settle down for the night, his ghosts would know better by now than to disturb him at this time. The Box Ghost not included.)
("Of course." He says, sounding more confident than he feels. Sam was one of his best— closest friends, he would do anything she or Tucker asked. Even if it means stepping foot into his Father's city. He drops down silently, and walks through the house's ghost shield. "Would you like me to bring you anything?")
(Sam sighs through the phone, relief leaking through. "One of the veggie burgers from Nasty Burgers would be great, with their new ecto-fries. Extra salt. I'm sick of all this rich people food.")
(A small smile pulls across Danny's face, tilting at the corner as his living form falls away to his ghost self. "Alright," he says, and kicks himself off the ground, "I'll be there in a few minutes.")
("Thanks, Danny.")
He had the bag of food with him, stored in a container he had to run back to the house to get that would prevent the food from cooling during his flight over. Clutching it in hand, he floats down behind Sam and sheds his invisibility.
Being visible and being invisible always felt different, but in a way Danny can never describe, no matter how many times he tries to think about it. It's like a gut-feeling, a sixth sense, he always knows when he's visible and when he is not.
His ghost form burns away like steel wool being lit, and Danny drops the last foot to the ground silently. In his other hand lies his thermos, but filled with plain ectoplasm — lazarus water. "I have your food."
(He brought the thermos for himself — his side was still healing from his last fight with Technus. The ghost impaled him with a broken pipe, and Danny returned the favor by wedging his sword into his chest. Technus had been quite offended by him ruining his favorite coat.)
Sam jumps a foot into the air, and her hand slams across her mouth to muffle the shriek she lets out as she whirls around. "Danny!" She hisses, her voice rising in pitch, and her eyes narrow at him into a glare. "Freaking-- Tucker's right, we seriously need to put a bell on you."
"You have been saying that for years," Danny grins, sharp-toothed and jack-knifed, and passes the container over to her. "And yet I've yet to see any kind of bell." He was going to start getting disappointed at this rate.
As Sam takes the container, Danny hops up onto the railing and looks around. He hadn't seen any of Father's other children lurking around the building before he revealed himself, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. He wasn't going to fool himself into thinking that their stealth skills were poor.
He wasn't that arrogant.
...Anymore.
"Oh you will." Sam threatens, unzipping the container and grabbing the takeout bag. "I'll get you a collar and everything, we can start calling you Catwoman." When she pulls out her fries, Danny snaps forward and steals one from the box, ignoring her indignant yell as he pops it into his mouth.
"I spent my own money on these fries, Sam." He sniffs, leaning away from her with a stifled huff of laughter as she swats at him. "So they are technically my fries. And also, Catwoman would be a poor thief if she wore a bell."
Sam grumbles at him, and takes a bite out of a handful of fries. "I'll venmo you money." She says past a mouthful of food, Danny would have been disgusted in the past, when he was still new. But he's gotten used to this... normality. So he makes no reaction to it. "How does three hundred bucks sound?"
Danny immediately frowns.
"Did you have a fight with your parents?" He asks, eyes glancing to the doors. Doors that are covered heavily by curtains and blurred heavily, decadent music passing through in muffled sounds. He shifts himself away from the light. "You only spend that much money when they've pissed you off."
Sam's chewing stops, and her annoyed expression falters into one Danny knows well -- hurt, furrowed brows, a small frown, disappointment -- and she turns her head away from him. She swallows. "Yeah." she says, quiet.
Oh.
Danny knows that tone too.
Guilt settles like a rock in his chest. He leans forward, "Was it about me again?" He wasn't blind to the disdain Sam's parents had for him, far from it. This wasn't the first time Sam had gotten into a fight with them over her friendship with him and Tucker. But especially him. He unsettled people, even after years of observing his age-mates and trying to mimic their behavior, and anyone who knew him in middle school knew it was an act.
Sam's silence gives him all the confirmation he needs, and the guilt heavies itself with the weight of the sky. Danny's never much cared about others' opinions of him -- he is (was?) an Al Ghul, they never heed to mind what the weight of a simpleton's thoughts.
But.. he cares a little a lot when it hurts his friends like this. He presses his lips together into a thin line, and forces the words out through his teeth. It sounds robotic. Al Ghul's do not apologize. "I... am sorry." But this one does. It doesn’t come easy.
Sam sighs through her nose, and turns to roll her eyes at him. "Don't apologize on their behalf when you won't even apologize for your own; their assholes." She says, and goes reaching for more fries.
It's a sign, a signal. A silent word for the conversation to move on, to change. A distraction. Danny grasps it with both hands, and makes an offended noise in the back of his throat. And like he has learned, puts a hand to his chest like a scandalized American southern lady. "I apologize! I apologize plenty."
She snorts. "Only when you think it matters." And pokes him in the ribs sharply with her fry. He withholds a wince and snatches it out of her hands. "You're about as unapologetic as they come, Danny J. Fenton. I've seen you look more sincere when you're trying to drive your sword between Vlad's ribs."
"Stabbing Masters is a very important task for me, Sam." Danny says in only partially faux-seriousness. Masters has yet to realize that Danny had no interest in becoming his son, but he had to (reluctantly) admire his persistence. "Of course I will apply myself to it as best as I can."
He grins triumphantly when Sam laughs, and she reaches over to shove him square in the chest. He barks out a laugh of his own as he grips onto the balcony railing and catches himself at an angle.
"Quit with your method actor talk," Sam retorts, grinning sharply while Danny twists himself back up elegantly. "I know you can talk like a normal person, I've literally seen you do it."
Danny sniffs, and snatches more fries from the carton as revenge. "I'm not entirely sure what you mean, Miss Sam." He says, grin-twisting when Sam rolls her eyes. "My speech has always been this way. This 'normal' you speak of, I do not know it."
She waves her hand dismissively at him. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. But if you keep talking like that, I'm pushing you off the balcony."
"Such violence, Sam."
He gets a laugh again, full of disbelief without any of the annoyance. "I'm gonna be the one that stabs you, oh my god. Pot meet kettle." She looks at him again, smiling.
Danny smiles back, and with a flick of his wrist pulls out a kunai from his sleeve. It was one of the few weapons Mother was able to pass on to him whenever she made her scarce visits. He cherishes it well, along with anything else she was capable of giving him.
He holds the handle out to her, and watches her face shift from disbelief to shock, then back to disbelief. "Then you're gonna need a weapon to do that."
"Of course you have a pointy object on you." She mutters, and takes the kunai and puts it in her purse. Danny makes a pleased hum, it resonates low in his core, and drops his hand. "When do you not have a pointy object on you?"
As if to make her point, Danny's hands twist near his side, and he holds his palms up to her, revealing the shobo he had also hidden on him. He gives her a shit-eating grin. "Never." He lowers his hand, and pockets the small weapon once again.
Sam huffs, "Of course," she repeats, "thanks. I was gonna bring a knife but..."
Danny finishes the sentence for her, kicking his feet idly and knowingly. "The security at the door?" He'd seen them on his flight over the building. It wouldn't do much in the face of the Rogues, but at least they were good at keeping appearances and keeping out the smaller threats.
He rolls his eyes and turns his head away, looking up to the ugly, smog-covered skies. There was no bat signal in the air, and while that was a good thing, Danny almost wished there was. He wanted to see it. "I saw, and I would’ve called Father foolish if he hadn’t hired help. He attracts trouble almost as badly as I do."
"Maybe it's hereditary," Sam jokes, laughing under her breath. With her fries finished, she started on her veggie burger. "At least your dad isn't a vigilante like you are."
Danny smiles wryly. It felt nice to be able to talk more freely about this. That he didn't have to hide the fact that his father was Bruce Wayne, now that Sam knew it from her own accord. Maybe he could have conversations like these more often. Even if it was limited to Bruce Wayne only.
(Even if it felt a little terrifying to know that his father was so close by, close enough that Danny could reach out and touch him. To speak to him. But how would he explain that? And with an audience?)
(He’s wanted to see him since he was a kid, and he still does. It clings onto him like a cough that doesn’t go away after the cold already has, and while it has faded over the years, it clings. His mother’s words still ring in his ears however; it’s not safe. It’s not safe.)
(And isn’t that why he faked his death in the first place? So that his little brother would be safe? Why he gave up the heirship, his home, his Mother, Damian, and his chance to meet his Father? Going to see Father, even now, would be throwing that all away. He has to stay away.)
(Why is Damian with Father if staying with Father was unsafe?)
He just needed to tell Tucker. Danny wouldn’t keep him out of the loop, he was just as much as his friend as Sam was. His eyes draw towards the door, where the golden glow of lights was still pouring through, where music was playing loudly. "Yeah, fortunately."
They fall into a comfortable silence after that, and Danny finally cracks open his thermos. The pipe Technus impaled him with was covered in a goo that Danny didn’t recognize, but whatever it was, his injury was taking its time healing. The ectoplasm was speeding it up.
He isn’t sure what the difference between the ectoplasm that Drs. Fenton collected and Grandfather’s Lazarus pools is, but there’s a difference. He swirls the thermos slowly, watching as the ectoplasm inside twists into a small whirlpool sluggishly.
When left alone, it thickens into a consistency similar to egg whites, or perhaps a thick smoothie, but reverts back into a water-like substance when moved and swirled. It was strange; unexplainable. He can understand, to an extent, why the Drs. Fenton are so obsessed with studying it and the dimension it comes from.
Sam watches him idly as he brings the thermos to his lips and drinks from it. The effect is instantaneous, a sense of relief washing over Danny as if someone had put a soothing balm onto an injury. It buzzes down to his fingertips, and when he lowers the thermos, he licks his lips and watches the tips of his fingers burn green like frostbite.
“Your hair turned white again.” Sam comments, her hand reaching out and touching the hair on the nape of his neck. While it’s not the first time Sam’s touched his hair, it still makes him tense up with her hand so close to his throat. Instinct. dan
He ignores the urge to bat her hand away, humming thoughtfully. “I’ve noticed it does that.” He says, pulling down his bangs to see if they’ve also turned white. No, still black. He lets go. “Let me guess; my eyes are green too?” He lifts the thermos again and peers into the chrome casing.
Sam nods, “Yep, but it’s only the, uh.” She makes a circle around her eyes with her finger. “The iris part. Everything else is fine.”
Danny can see that. The faint reflection on the chrome casts back an intense green. He takes another sip. It chills the back of his teeth, and he can feel his canines warp and sharpen. He runs his tongue over them, and swallows.
Sam is still watching him, her fingers drumming against the balcony railing. “What’s it taste like?”
“Carbonated.” He says dryly, before taking a large swig. He couldn’t name a specific flavor if he tried, it changed every time he took a sip. The only thing that stayed consistent was that it tasted carbonated. And slightly sweet. When he pulls the thermos away, Danny twists his body towards her and offers it out, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Want to try?”
Her reaction is immediate. Sam’s nose scrunches up and her mouth twists into a smile, and she makes a huffing-laugh sound. “No, thank you.” She pushes it away lightly with her fingers, “I don’t know how to explain to my parents why my hair is white.”
Right. Danny pulls the thermos away and puts it down beside him, straining his eyes to see if the rest of his hair has changed colors. Even just his first sip would take half an hour to fade back to its normal black, and he was a halfa. He had no idea how long it’d take to fade on Sam, who was human.
There’s movement from the corner of his eye, and Danny snaps his head towards the source. There’s a figure, small, a boy, trying to hide behind one of the curtains at the door. His form just barely peeking out from the angle Danny was sitting at. He wouldn’t have seen him if the boy hadn’t moved.
His fingers curl tightly into the railing, and he breathes in sharp. Sam’s smile crumbles away and she turns to see what he’s looking at. “I should go.” He says, and reaches for his thermos. “There’s someone spying on us. Don’t say anything, just look at me.”
Sam’s expression warps, twists. Her eyes widen, her jaw starts to drop before fixing itself into place, and her shoulders curl up and tense. She forces it all to smooth over, and she leans casually against the railing. There’s a tick in her jaw. “I see.” Her voice comes through teeth. “Do you think they saw you?”
“I am not sure.” Danny says. He keeps an eye on the figure as he twists himself over and grabs the Nasty Burger bag and the container. He tries not to look like he’s rushing. He is. How long has that boy been there? How much did he see? Did he hear anything?
“Father, fortunately, has privacy films on the glass. Nobody should have seen me unless they’re specifically trying to peep through the door.” He says. The boy seems to realize that Danny was starting to leave. And, his heart beginning to sink, instead of leaving, moves to grab the door handle instead.
No. No, no, no, no, no.
Danny’s breath catches in his throat, he’s hoping that isn’t who he think it is. But how else would he have not noticed an eavesdropper on their conversation unless it was someone who was capable of bypassing those skills? He told himself that he wouldn’t fool himself into thinking that his siblings’ had poor stealth. He got distracted.
Five years, five years. He refuses to let that go down the drain. He zips up the container and throws his legs over the other side of the railing, his back facing the door. He hears the doorknob click, and without a word to Sam, slips off down the side and down to the ground below.
Just in time. The once muffled music now sounds blaring as the door presumably is thrown open and the pull of invisibility washes over him like a second skin. He doesn't stay to see who it is.
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpdc#dpxdc crossover#danyal al ghul au#older brother danny#first danny pov of the au! whoo!#danny's hair turns white if he drinks ectoplasm brrrrr and his eyes turn green. good for him#this sat in my drafts for the last few days until i finally finished it during class#it was a math class and i already knew the material so tis fiiiine. now i just need to finish my CFAU post rewrite :)#ectoplasm tastes like that time i went to go get pepsi from the soda machine and it was all out of the pepsi flavoring so instead i got a#cup full of carbonated liquid. it was disgusting. ectoplasm kinda tastes like that. sometimes.#danny smiles in this more than i thought he would but yk it fits. he IS more smiley around his friends and family.#ectoplasm is a weird non-newtonion fluid and danny is fascinated. its got the consistency of egg whites one minute and then water the next#its a water slime and then suddenly its as brittle as annealed glass. it heats up and rots like milk or it heats up and boils like water#it congeals. it thickens. it boils. it solidifies. it does whatever it wants. it gels and melts into a tar-like substance#how long has damian been standing there? good question. :) i almost had him open the door and make eye contact with damian before falling#backwards. i also almost had it be *bruce* and damian opening the door bc bruce found out that damian pulled a knife on sam and was gonna#have him come apologize. that would be a fun scene. prolonged eye contact prolonged eye contact prolonged eye contact#imagery brrrr. had fun playing with how danny's ghost form works. if anyone has seen a video of steel wool burning thats how i imagine#danny's ghost transformation to be like.#also ayyy balancing danny's dialogue be like “how fancy should he sound and how Normal Teenager Should He Sound”#when sam gets home she catches tucker up to speed about everything including the convos with the waynes she had and they both form the#'“Fuck Them Waynes” squad. Sam has jumped to the entirely wrong conclusion about danny's separation from his family but in her defense.#it is a pretty sound conclusion to jump to considering the lack of context she has from danny's prior home life. which is almost none at al#so to her it looks like danny got abandoned by bruce wayne
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#autism#actually autistic#autism meme#When the Scholarship Panel ask about your past academic achievements.#People are telling me that it sound like I nailed it but I should just pretend I didn't get it so...#Thankfully it never occured to me that my first ever interview had panel mambers who are part of a governement body before I sat it#I feel like the text is still somewhat true but you only get good at something by actually doing it#academia#scholarship#lolita dress#When I Got The X Autism Instead Of Being Good At Math Or Science meme#Science#science meme#?#Also since this meme seems to be from the reddit folk#r/196#196
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Yo
You can specify in the tags and stuff if you want if you think he's over 28 or under 17. Don't be shy about putting your opinion out there, and sorry I have a limited amount of options :/
Things in Lu on Twilight's age:


Key phrases- Twilight is grouped in the 'Adult+' category along with the hero of Time and Warriors. Twilight is OLDER than Sky due to being portrayed as more mature in his games. Jojo said Twilight is among the unofficial leaders in the group which she based on age, maturity, experience, etc it's in the photo above.
She has also said that the Link's heights affect age, taller generally meaning older. Twilight is among the tallest (they're all so short dhdbdifnjd) and I did not compare Twilight with Wars- but those two are very close in height. There are obviously exceptions with the heights&age ratio being inconsistent (Hero of the Four Sword is shortest yet Wind is stated to be the youngest. And the Hero of Legend has a slouch.)
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#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu twilight#there's gonna be three polls for Time coming up#we can figure this out right?#at the very least it'll be entertaining#fjdjjfdnfjdjdkfny#trying not to phrase this like a fricking ACT or SAT question#fandom mini game math test
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Some completely gender-conforming person on the internet, every time: I'm the dangerous queer fagdyke your mom warned you about 😜
#no you're not. you're just the kid who sat at the back of math class and drew pictures of anime characters#which is fine to do i also drew in math class#but come on
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Why undoing things is hard:
I am inherently, a very lazy person. And I cannot stand being bored. This has, of course, resulted in me being really into coding and automation.
And when I begin my journey as a mathematician, thirteen-year-old me was really sure I'd figure out how to write just the right algorithm that would automatically solve all math problems. But this is actually really hard.
Now, naively, it's really easy. You just write a code that takes the axioms of a system, your premises, and then just tries to apply every single possible rule to generate more statements until it either proves or disproves what you want.
But two problems arise: halting problem, and the fact that it takes a really, really, long time to get anything done.
Maybe you can mitigate the halting problem somehow or something, you could additionally try adding proving the statement is unprovable as a stopping condition, but maybe it is unprovable that it's unprovable, or maybe it's unprovable that it's ... I'll stop.
But that doesn't much matter if it's going to take a twenty years to prove a single statement. At that point, you might as well prove it yourself.
Let's say we have a proof checker, it starts with a proof and then tells you that it is valid. If we run this algorithm backwards, then... shouldn't we get a valid proof?
This, quite obviously, doesn't work. Or at least, doesn't work easily. (The fact that it doesn't work is tied with P vs NP) It's less obvious when you're trying to do this without realising you're trying to do this. But for some reason it took me a while to realise why that wasn't 'easier'.
The reason it doesn't work finally clicked with a Rubik's cube. If I run an algorithm like CFOP on a cube to solve it, then I can run CFOP backwards to get the original position, starting from a solved cube? Nope. Mathematically, the best I can do is reduce it to 1/12th of the states, leaving some 43 quintillion (43,252,003,274,489,856,000) possible starting points which all end up in the same ending point. Running an algorithm backward isn't just some trivial thing. It's a whole millennium problem, you get a million dollars if you figure all of this out, since running verification backwards is what all of P vs NP is.
At some point after that, I learned there's a whole field of math devoted to this.
And today, I watched a YouTube video about someone trying to run Conway's Game of Life backwards. It's not easy to find even one possible backwards step. And I remembered this.
So, to everyone here, I suggest learning about SAT solvers! They're cool! That's a whole branch of math devoted to doing this.
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Guys guys guys listen listen:
Duke Thomas math movie
I love math movies in general, even the super self-indulgent ones ala Will Hunting, and I was struck with the idea of a plot about Duke, a highschool student struggling because of his personal life (parents got sick and are part of an experimental treatment that might or might not work, in the meantime he keeps running away from crappy foster families so he's stressed out he keeps missing school etc). He has his same personality from We Are Robin, thrill seeking teenager with a sense of justice etc etc, and he's not only good at maths but also really into puzzles. He sees a topology problem in the journal and manages to solve it, sending the proof to the university that posed the problem. Bruce, a mathematics professor, sees the proof and is like holy shit this guy is a genius and begins to mentor him.
Feat Duke's friends from WAR, Bruce as a the enthusiastic mentor with big dreams and ambitions for him who doesn't really understand Duke's struggles but means well, Dizzy because they're cute, an excuse for Duke jumping off a bridge at some point and a lot of self-indulgent romanticized maths
#dc#dc comics#duke thomas#we are robin#the signal#batman and the signal#signal#me watching badass superheroes saving the world doing action stuff and super thrilling adventures:#okay but what if they sat at a desk and did math though
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Funny au idea
Lloyd despite being aged up fast is the same age as Arin and Sora. Cue moments of them either being like “yeah okay old man.” And Lloyd is like “I’m not that old.” And thus arin and sora try to guess his age
For some context I have no idea arin and soras ages but here they are like 16-17
Lloyd was most likely 8(or 10 who knows)at the beginning of the whole shittery of being a ninja and wanna say he was probably aged to 13-14. S1 he’s 8, s2 8 before aged up to 13-14, s2 onwards to like s9 is probably 3-4 years so that’s him looking 17-18 but chronologically like 11-12(maybe mentally aswell but he acts mature due to shit) onwards for pre dragons rising it was a 5 year skip for seasons after s9 events to happen and then a year for a year to past after the merge leading to modern time (idk when the merge happens so let’s say in au dragons rising is like a year post merge)
This makes it roughly 8-9 years since he was aged up leaving him 16-17 chronologically and 21-22 physically
Anyways reveal probably goes like this probably
Arin:22?
Lloyd: no, younger
Sora:21
Lloyd:no
Arin:20??
Lloyd: no
Sora:19??
Lloyd:no
Arin, growing concerned but mega confused: 18?!?
Lloyd:no
Sora + Arin: 17?????
Lloyd:almost, birthday is in a few months though
Sora + Arin: YOURE 16?!?
Lloyd:ye
#lloyd ninjago#ninjago lloyd#lloyd garmadon#ninjago arin#dragons rising arin#dragons rising#Ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#arin ninjago#ninjago sora#sora dragons rising#sora ninjago#I sat for 10 minutes doing math#I am now imagining shenanigans if we shove arin and sora into movie verse
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my brain has officially been melted and I can no longer think at all
#me after taking a practice sat#I LITERALLY FORGOT HOW TO DO THE MOST BASIC OF MATH STUFF#😭😭😭#English section better carry me fr#bc wtf was that#and I didn’t even do that good on it so now I gotta figure out how to lock in for it in a week#and that’s on me and my lack of preparation
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Ough the ACT is in two days. Or a day and ~a half because today is like over halfway over already
#nawt excited but i did not do great on the practice act anyways so im not expecting a lot#im gonna do better on the sat though. i did pretty well on the psat#well. ok when i say i did not do great on the act its more like i did really average overall#but its mostly because the reading and writing sections saved my ASS because i did so badly on the math section
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Forgot to mention here (not like anyone cares) but I got a 1410 in my SAT!
#720 in maths and 690 in english!#my parents think I've got the best score in the world but i can't blame them because they never took the SAT#and we're more used to grades that go from F to A*#i did tell them it's out of 1600 but they think it's an impossible grade#doesn't really matter though because the only reason i took it in the first place was because my school made me#and they didn't offer classes for it so yeah#besides i only started preparing one month beforehand#my practice test scores ranged from 1280-1380 so the fact that i got over 1410 shocked me#I'm happy with the score so I'm not taking it again#now i gotta worry about my A levels lol#guplia rants
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I keep legitimately forgetting how old I am. They did NOT prepare me for this in my 20s wtf. 😰
#I sat for like 10 seconds doing the math from my birth year to figure out how old I would be this year#all the while my therapist was sitting there like 😕#it was EMBARRASSING#and I’m still thinking about it 10 hours later wtf
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Some strange ways for cutting a rectangle into congruent pieces. Note that I don't require the piece to be connected.
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i hate feeling ambitionless aimless the future is so bleak
#this is about me not the events#i really don't think i have a plan lol and i ever will...#because all through school i had this thing. need to pass this unit test this half yearly this 2nd unit test final exams need to do this#cocurricular activity and the absolute relief when i flipped the report to see i was promoted every year. that was the aim right#now i don't know what's happening#a set set of friends i met everyday sat next to permanent place in the field where we had lunch. like?#it was all so permanent#i knew teachers did not like me or how people there felt about me#and i think a lot of it comes from the fact that i never changed schools#14 years in the same place then one random tuesday it ends everything ends and im supposed to start from scratch#losing friends was all my fault but goddddddf. i used to be good at things#like when i was in 10th grade i gave my everything to studying maths because mom threatened me that if do not get science here we'll change#your school#to wherever you get science#so i studied like crazy did not touch my phone for months and got science#like that is my level of attachment to that place#i just miss it so much probably more than my own home#and i can't belong anywhere because i'm so stuck and nothings good enough and i miss being good and being academically productive#it was my only win i think#this is so sad but i don't think i'll ever get that past work ethic back and it will never be good enough for me to feel good about myself#which can only be through study or work because im a loser who thinks she's worthless if not for a successful career#and I've felt this way for three years now. it is going to be permanent#everything is lonely
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New omegaverse subgender just dropped 🥶🥶🥶🔥🔥🔥
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