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Demystifying Tens and Units: The Building Blocks of Our Number System

Tens units hold fundamental importance in the world of numbers. By grasping their roles and applications, we unlock the ability to navigate calculations, comprehend place value, and efficiently manipulate numerical data. From basic counting to complex mathematical concepts.

[expectiations]

text posts: Doctor + River version [3/?]

[ddragonqueenn]

It feels like his heart got wrenched out of his chest. It's lying before him, bleeding out and still faintly pulsing. His throat hurts.

"...Honey...?" Your body is limp in his arms, the warmth of life slowly leaving you. Aventurine cradles your hand, holding you like he could keep your soul from leaving, "No- no no no no-" his breath comes in gasps- the pulse beneath his fingers, pressed to your wrist, weakens.

"C- come back!" Aventurine grips your shoulders, a sob dragged from his throat as tears fall on your cheeks, a face once so warm and lifelike, "You can't leave me- you said you wouldn't! You liar! Come back!"

But shouting at a dead body doesn't do anything. Limp, like a puppet with its strings cut, you don't wake, not at command and not at his accusations. He cradles your face, rubbing his tears off of your cheeks as more and more fall down, "Come back..." His forehead comes to rest against yours, staring into your dead eyes with lightless ones of his own.

[theythemmer]

im trying to sleep but i can’t

how’d you know that?

[fate-defiant]

something something Mytho's entire character being, as @schafpudel so eloquently put it, associated with self destruction; something something the heartless princes inability to connect with the world and care; something something the raven!Mytho's hair trigger temper and capricioussness; something something Drosselemeyer's personality and what his life and interpersonal relationships must've looked like when he was still a mortal human man; something something Mytho's entire being as an expression of trauma, of loneliness, of psychological struggles of his author.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

sometimes I see David Tennant's face in Doctor Who as he monologues about time travel/immortality/the eternal loneliness and I go...that's him. that's my rotten lil guy. my wretched wreck of a dude. wreckage in humanoid form. the lonely divine corrupted by himself forgiven by himself made by himself made by his companions made by the universe. horrible and horrifying and far too human and not human enough. the worst thing to ever happen to so many (Martha, Adelaide, Astrid, everyone else who flashed through that whole montage thanks to Davros). a corrupter. a corruption. a cleansing. a man carved out of grief and love and pathos and hatred and grudges and forgiveness who can only make the worst decisions with the best, most selfish of intentions. a man who loved until he lost everything. a man, more than any other doctor, who should never be left alone, and yet he dies alone, with the shortest regeneration speech of any doctor. desperately lonely, desperately tragic, a disaster of a man who is too careless with everything and everyone around him.

And yet I care about him so much, because he is also the man who at the end of it all, after he lost everyone and everything he held dear, after he lost rose and donna and sarah jane and jack and martha and mickey left him and he was more alone than he's ever been, he does the right thing. the kind thing. he stops the time lords from descending on the earth. he once again gives up his people because he understands that the Time Lords Victorious cannot and should not ever be the way to go. he steps in and he saves wilfred mott. he lets himself become the doctor once again. he doesn't want to go, but instead of taking that one final step into godhood, he gives his next self a chance at being a better doctor than he ever could be.

[sodaneko]

friends tell me lore about a tattoo of yours

[tetedurfarm]

dichotomy

[louisianna]

I could write an entire essay (and perhaps one day I will) on how 'Furiosa' is Gothic fiction, a Gothic romance in particular, but I just need to talk about one key aspect of the relationship between Furiosa and Jack for a minute. A lot of discussion surrounding them has been about the nature of their relationship. Most people seem to love the ambiguity, myself included, and I think looking at it through a Gothic romance lens can help us understand why it works so well.

Most Gothic romances feature a heroine who is trapped inside a literal and/or figurative domestic space by a domineering man, typically a father or husband. Poor Furiosa gets both. Dementus imprisons her in the role of daughter. Immortan Joe imprisons her in the role of wife. These are restrictive domestic roles which have been forced upon her and which she cannot freely walk away from. Gothic romance is at its best when it is exposing and critiquing the cruelty of a patriarchal society and the unfair limitations it places upon women.

Furiosa evades attention by disguising herself as a boy. When Jack realises she is actually a woman, and that she is determined to leave the Wasteland, he immediately offers to help her get to wherever she needs to go. No questions asked. And what does Jack expect in return? Absolutely nothing. The trope of a good man, with experience, skill, and social standing, selflessly assisting the heroine, is quite common in Gothic romance.

Jack's words to Furiosa are never paternalistic. They speak to one another as equals. Dementus wanted to shape Furiosa in his own image, but Jack only wants to pass on what he knows. He doesn't want her to stay his protégé or sidekick. He wants her to be able to take care of herself. Until she asks him to come with her, he has every intention of letting her go her own way, leaving him behind.

Jack never comments on Furiosa's appearance. They dress as equals. Immortan Joe put Furiosa in delicate fabrics and planned to use her body for his own selfish desires, but Jack only ever touches Furiosa for her own sake. He doesn't want to possess her. He wants to protect her. He cleans and stitches up her wounds. He will place a comforting hand on her shoulder, only for as long as it takes for her to relax beneath his touch.

It's important to remember that this is a thematic tale being told to us by a History Man, a framing device which is extremely befitting of the Gothic genre. Within this legend, Jack and Furiosa's disregard for clearly defined domestic roles draws a stark contrast to the priorities of Dementus and Immortan Joe. It serves to highlight that their dynamic is free from patriarchal dominance. Whether their relationship is sexual or platonic, romantic or familial, is irrelevent. What matters is that their relationship is based upon genuine concern, deep respect, and unwavering trust. This is the lesson of their story, and it is a lesson for all to the hear. Jack does not merely represent a good father or a good husband or a good mentor. He represents it all. His character is fluid and multi-dimensional. His relationship with Furiosa is ever-shifting and all-encompassing. This allows him to be a role model to all men. But I digress from talking about Gothic fiction!

True domestic happiness for the Gothic romance heroine is only possible once she finds a companion who treats her as a peer; a social equal who gives her the freedom to choose and define the role she wishes to have in his life. It also requires finding or creating a refuge in which the heroine is safe from male power and violence. Furiosa found a more than worthy partner in Jack. Unfortunately, they didn't succeed in reaching freedom together.

Perhaps, in a less Gothic setting than the Wasteland, putting a name to what they were wouldn't have mattered so much. As it was, "my Jack" and "my Fury" was enough.

[expectiations]

[sammygender]

it literally does come down to the fact that there are basically 2 separate spn fandoms. with very very little overlap except for the same source material

[widowshill]

— But it's almost midnight. — Oh, that's the point! At the stroke of twelve, he turns into Dracula. C'mon, Vicki – he won't bite.

pose ref.

[shadelorde]

“To hate me is to give me breath. To fight me is to give me strength.” Is actually like one of the gayest lines spoken in Legend of Korra and yall sleep on it WAY too much

[softpinkribbons]

Primps and preens and dresses like the pits of fashion

He has flown too close to the sun

In their eyes I see you Alexander

~the tags~ ✨️

Do you know what having a big nose meant back in the 1700s?

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

ANYWAYS I live on the Boston Marathon route and I dragged my ass out there and made a sign that said CHARLIE DID YOU WIN?? in large block letters and when Charlie Davis ran past me I held it up and screamed at him asking him if he won Survivor.

Imagine how bad I feel now. Imagine.

[chiropteracupola]

WITNESS MY MAGNIFICENT CERAMICS ACHIEVEMENT!