#the multivariate is coming
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hxrpooner · 1 month ago
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people on this webbed site, and honestly non math people in general, seem to completely devalue math as a field and it makes me so sad. guys i promise not all math is high school trigonometry. please don't run away. i promise i'm not going to make you calculate the height of a ferris wheel. let's draw a truth table together. i can show you the world. shining shimmering splendid
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unproduciblesmackdown · 2 years ago
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fr both taylor's quants as mirrors to themself. rian Seen as so meritous and deserving and talked to and tasked with and advised and considered but apparently rian's whole thing is going "huh. wha" and having wendy's level of self-reflection (none). winston who is begrudgingly allowed to sit in his corner and ignored b/c he's undeserving so he can't really be meritous and nobody would look in that mirror b/c it's gonna be So not their reflection. while he just won't stop cassandraing and having all these insights and perception and observations nobody even asked or told him to have and is peak taylor understander and just like taylor: isn't guided by a paper-thin ego but also will take criticism / blame / mistreatment Too Much for his own good
#winston billions#the tragedy of the Lose Lose imbalanced [rian is ostensibly a character but actually a plot device] [winston: ostensible plot device but#actually a character] like yknow we could even some of this out a little. but also once again billions' handling of Gender Things....#that's (mostly) all an issue on rian's side of the Quants Who Are Also You scales#(it's also ofc still relevant re: winston; or anyone; and especially wrt Autistic Character but that's gonna be beyond billions)#(even [society if nonbinary rian] aside like. thinking you simply have one of your rare Cis Women Characters here....come on)#give rian a little more of that '''''worse''''' treatment that would let her be more Funny Little Guy as lets winston be more characterful#even transcending the [they won't give him an arc or C plot that's actually about him or anything] limitations#meanwhile again like Lmfao rian was Meant to be important but that's Only meant taking part in Other People's Plots as [device]#being a plot device is a way to use characters it's not like Inherently Bad but like lmao. rian doesn't get to do anything herself For Real#AND all the plot devicery means she's never gotten to have consistent enough motivations or like. traits to be An Character.#winston's writing is so [here he is to do little a expositing. butt of the joke. minor plot device] that he has way more room to like#just be idiosyncratic & Not have that yanked around by ''prominence''....it happens to All billions characters but it's So bad w/rian#like i can go ''this feels like it's Too Far serving the plot or conflict at the expense of character'' other times w/other roles but like#that'll then also be isolated enough to just ignore. w/rian it's like spent that whole time doing multivariable calculus waiting on more#info more context to conclude anything abt what she's even Basically supposed to be like. even my more generous theories can't hold up#and based on precedent i don't have much hope that remaining [i guess this could be a quality of hers] will either (a) not be contradicted#or (b) get to actually mean anything in any of her arcs which ig now get to be about the [nothing] that is [pay disrespects]#winston isn't bound to get a real arc even last minute but he'll still have felt like more of a character#rian doomed by intending ''importance'' from the start & that they don't seem to have ever had the idea of any more solid foundation#and that billions going ''gender; huh?'' can be like. rian has to go away now; we needed her vagania for diluted cishet man sex scandal#well i for one am really reflecting on Women In The Workplace(tm) now & for what. rian funnier littler guy winston Ever getting a C plot...#a superior tmc timeline....and like as ever rian can be shitty that'd be fine. but if it Means Nothing b/c billions either goes [nuh uh]#and/or b/c either way it just does Nothing with it. that then Is Not character material for her; it more so is For Winston suffering it....#most likely to end with billions just agreeing rian Was so specially meritous & deserving & winston was too cringefail (autistic) to live#even if we get anything Alright / given consideration & care in his material....which will in turn be like eh. as ever; will take it lol#plus ofc fascinating like. can't draw a hard line b/w the Writing & the Performance but still wondering how much of winston's idiosyncrasy#and that sense of character is big time via will's acting. definitely got that foundation in that the Writing = quant kid 2; one-off joke#and the Performance of that material = furiously writing in multiple winston scenes & despite it all bringing him all the way into s7#but he's autistic & typecast so also our hands are tied. could've had more for Either/Both quants; which = more for taylor by extension. f
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amaikute · 2 months ago
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exams worth a date with you
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summary&tags: rich, nerd, mathematics major! gojo x fem comp sci major! reader. established couple, two uni students trying to survive, fluff, reader wears a dress, petnames like darling, baby and lovely,
first time writing for this account, pls don't be a silent reader ♡ also this is nawt proofread srry for mistakes or weird grammar...
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The moment she submitted that comp sci assignment, a single tear rolled down her cheek, she thinks. Closing her laptop after seeing the submission confirmation page, fingers sore at typing for who knows how long.
Her hands trembling from the multiple caffeine drinks she downed, the lack of sleep, and from the relief of being free from this stupid project. Leaning back in her chair, she stretches in victory. "I did it," she whispers to herself, "im free.".
The library quiet lounge filled with other stressed students, empty energy drinks beside them. Then her phone buzzed.
toru: baby, we did it. It's done, and we're free. So put the laptop down and get pretty, I'm taking you out.
she blinks at the text, bringing her hands to rub her eyes
y/n: like, go out, out? Like out to a restaurant and not at your place out? Toru, I look like a zombie.
toru: yes out, out. So be ready cause I'll pick you up in an hour. Dress pretty, lovely.
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A warm breeze kissed Tokyo softly, the streetlights shining brightly. She steps out satorus ridiculously expensive car, and to go with it, he was body adorned with tailored black slacks with a navy dress shirt. A few of his buttons cheekily undone, his sleeves pushed up. He ditched his glasses, opting for contacts, white hair falling on his forehead annoyingly perfectly.
He was tired, but he was also wired with giddiness. He gets to see his girlfriend, which is better than any grade he'll get. He steps out his car, locking it swiftly. The restaurant screamed luxury— of course, satoru gojo was going to splurge on this special night. His darling girlfriend deserved special night after all the study sessions they had at insane hours.
In her dress that fell to her ankles with a pair of kitten heels, her hair done all pretty, makeup soft, she offers her boyfriend a smile. Moving closer, satoru's hands slip around her waist. "Baby, you look beautiful.". She leans up on her toes to press a kiss to his lips, "You look handsome yourself"
He presses a kiss to her lips in return before leading her up the steps to the restaurant. As they entered, the staff greeted the couple immediately, guiding them to a table with a skyline view. Tokyo was sparkling as always, people littering the streets and stores below. The restaurant was dim, the muffled chatter of others blending it with the soft hum of music.
They ordered food, satoru insisting for her to try the assortment of fine wines. The two settle on just a white whine of his choice, talking about the harsh exam season they had just survived.
Lifting her glass to her lips, she leans in with a grin. "So how were your exams?" Satoru, mid sip puts his glass down, letting out a groan, "It went. I won't lie, though. The multivariable was hell." He let's a sigh out, his tiredness peeking out, "but I think I'll do fine."
"You think? you'll do more than fine, toru. Math comes easy to you" She mutters, her eyes glittering.
He narrowed his blue eyes at her, "Just because I major in math doesn't mean it isn't a pain in the ass." lifting his wine glass to his lips for another sip.
She laughs softly him, her cheeks flushed ever so slightly from the alcohol. "Well, you work hard, so I'm sure you're golden.". He smiles softly at her before fliping the topic onto her. "And you? How was your comp sci final?"
She huffs. "I thought it went well, I mean, if it didn't after all those hours of studying. I think I'll choose happiness and drop out of school, " she hums with a girn. The white-haired male just shakes his head at her, eyes softening, "You worked hard this semester. Seriously, i think you'll do just fine."
She looks at her bracelet, fiddling with it. It was a bracelet satoru had gotten her on her birthday. He just watches her, his heart full. Truthfully, satoru would sit through many math exams. No complaints if he could spend time with you like this after.
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The food finally arrives, and the two dive in making small talk about friends and professors as they eat.
As they finished their meals, satoru pulled out a velvet box from literally nowhere. He slides it across the table till it's right in front of her. She just blinks at the box before looking at him with an eyebrow raised, but he just flashes his signature smile at her.
"Toru, you have to stop buying me things." She sighs."You literally bought me something last week.". He shakes his head with a grin, "Yeah, but i bought this one for you cause I missed you." She opens the box slowly to reveal a dainty necklace.
"I thought it would look nice with that cute dress you wore last week." She looks up at him gently, cradling the necklace in her hand. "Baby, you didn't have to go out your way for this." He mutters, the suddenly shy "i dunno...i just wanted to give you something sweet." Running a careful finger over the necklace, she bites back a smile. "You always seem to know what I like"
As quickly as smug satoru left, he appeared again. "I pay attention s'all." He shrugs, taking the last sip of his wine. "I'm observant, y'know. Some even argue I'm genius." She looks at him deadpanned, kicking his foot softly. "Don't wreck the moment," she whines.
He laughs at her before calling the water over for the bill. When the waiter arrives, he refuses to let her see it because, like hell, he'll let her have even the idea of stopping him from paying. Standing up and leading her out the restaurant.
After making it to his car, he didn't open her door for her right away. Instead, he slips his hands onto her waist once more. "Thanks for coming out even though I can see my baby's tired," he said softly, his voice lower and more intimate the usual. She cups his face, her thumb brushing his cheek softly, "No need to thank me, I'd go on a million dates with you no matter how tired I am." His vibrant blue eyes flickering to her lips before leans down to press a kiss to them.
"I love you." He says, his tone shifting into something raw and genuine. She looks up at him, her eyes reflecting the sparkle of the city behind them. "You love me?" Her a whisper meant only for him to hear.
"Yeah, I love you."
She's quiet for only a moment before she whispers, "i love you too.".
His lips curl into a sma grin before his hand slides up to her cheek as he leans down again to capture her lips.
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© amaikute '25
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hyuckswoman · 11 months ago
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“are you going to bother me again?” you sigh seeing jisung putting his stuff in the empty spot next to you
“of course i am, how is that even a real question?” he says smiling getting ready for the class “do you have a major degradation kink or something? I fail to understand why you would take so much time off your day to piss me off” you ask your eyes trying to scrutinize him. “you talk weird ‘fail to understand’ okay mrs english major” he laughs taking his pen out of his pencil case writing down calculus quietly sighing at how this class was going to beat his ass “whatever” you sigh getting your stuff out to also get ready for the class. your teacher was pissy and scary also you did not want to get overwhelmed so quickly during the semester. in other words, you were not going to let jisung win.
“do you need help jisung?” the teacher was doing quick rounds in the class, assuring that his students were not getting overwhelmed by the exercise he had just assigned. the multivariable calculus class was almost empty for a reason and he did not want to lose his job, so he had to at least make sure the few students attending his class weren’t failing.
upon hearing the teacher’s question, jisung’s first instinct was to look up at you to see if you were making fun of him or not. call him insecure but he had kind of always been jealous of how easy the material was for you. when you threatened to haunt him to- and i quote- mess up his academics he kinda laughed because in all honesty? he was capable of that all on his own. and judging by the look on his teacher’s face when jisung replied “no i’m fine thank you”, he wasn’t the only one who knew that he and him alone could fuck up this college year.
when the teacher quietly called for your name and asked you to help jisung you wanted to laugh in his face and to tell him no, but something about an older man that’s a figure of authority in your life made you immediately respond “yea no problem” because in no way were you ever going to say no to this scary scary man. jisung debated in between being super embarrassed by the fact that he was the only one who struggled with the material (he wasn’t but he’s self-centered so he doesn’t notice other people) or in being slightly happy that the teacher was giving him an easy way to make your life living hell for the next 30ish minutes.
you mentally sighed as you knew what was coming but still glided your paper over to jisung’s side to at least give it one fair try and then automatically give up when he doesn’t take you seriously. so you began to explain. “in this example we’re trying to find this partial derivative so x is the constant right? so basically what you have to do is apply this limit formula since y is the constant and the derivative is with respect to x. the reason why we can use this limit formula is because the limit definition of this partial derivative is basically the same as the one for the derivative. im sorry if that wasn’t super clear but just yea i’m shit at explaining” you say fully expecting him to throw a jab at you for being a nerd (as if you guys don’t share the same classes)
“no i get it, thank you. i just don’t understand why we’re not considering the other variables” he says furrowing his brows further “it’s because that’s not what’s asked when doing partial differentiation that’s it. we’re focusing one variable at a time that’s why it’s partial…i think” you answer “oh okay that makes sense. so for this one this would be the answer?” he asked showing you his notebook. he has neat handwriting. atypical for a man. “yea, at least that’s also what i found but we might both be wrong” you shrug not too confident in your own answer (even if you literally cannot think of any other way to solve this mess).
and if him taking you seriously when you explained the material instead of bothering you or making fun of you did not surprise you enough, him constantly showing you his answers and asking you questions for the rest of class did. what really shocked you to your core was when he asked if you could tutor him with some classes some day, seeing as tough you guys literally shared every class.
he was also very shocked when you replied “no, suck my dick you ass. im not forgiving you for snooping through my phone just yet”. and he laughed a lot. this semester was really going to be fun for him.
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4. no tutoring
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notes : sorry for the late chapter!
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bambiesfics · 2 years ago
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Sub!Ellie Williams x Tease!reader
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You pouty little bitch, you loved it didn’t you? You were in your prime, being on your hands and knees underneath Ellie’s desk, the one that held the multivariable calculus homework the pathetic brunette had left open & neglected. The one that you were currently tucked away under.
It held homework that Ellie wasn’t paying any attention to at all—matter of fact— it was homework that she had neglected in favor of unbuckling her belt—pulling it flat against her hips until the prongs popped out—in a haste attempt to shove her underwear and pants past her slim hips, and over the jut of her hip bones and creamy thighs.
Ellie had parted her thighs and carded her knobby fingers through the top of your hair to get a good. solid. grip. to prepare for what was to come.
And there you were, licking up her pink slit like the good little girlfriend you were. Like the good little girlfriend you always want to be, only for Ellie. Your pretty eyes were nearly rolled to the back of your fuzzy brained head, as you greedily milked the musk and slick dripping from Ellie’s cunt onto your tongue. It left you wholesomely fog-brained and pussydrunk. Ellie muttered a litany of crude curses under her breath, curses that could make a Pacific sailor blush pink.
A constant onslaught of “Fuck” and “YES! Ungh” and “Fucking love that little mouth” trembled from between her bitten red lips.
You wanted to be a good little girlfriend to her—a sweet, well-behaved one. But really, you were wholly the opposite. You were the reason she was here, glassy eyed with her clit twitching in your face instead of finishing an assignment that was due in three hours. You were a naughty fucking tease. You were always distracting your girlfriend away from her responsibilities, teasing her with your tits pushed in her face as she ducked her head down to read over notes. Or teasing her with the outline of your ass pressed against your thin sleep pants. Pathetically bending over to throw out balled up paper in the tiny trash bin next to her, as if Ellie was an idiot. Yet the worst of it, the thing that really made you an absolute tease: Was that you were teasing her with that pink little tongue you kept digging into her twitching hole.
You kept up the long licks over her clit, and down over the dip of her vagina until Ellie got so sexually frustrated with your pathetic performance at eating her out, that she grabbed both your chubby cheeks in her mean grip—lifted her hips off the wheeled computer chair and grinded her clit aggressively into your drooling tongue. Dirty, whiny moans garbled from your throat. And quick short breaths came from hers as she came all over her Dickie’s work pants, where she was face fucking you.
You continued to suckle on her spent clit until the sensitivity had overwhelmed her so much she had to grab your puffy cheeks again.
“Baby.”
“Hmm, El?” You responded earnestly, while kneeled between her caged legs, on her carpeted floor.
She dropped her head until it met her chest, her body deflated in the seat.
“Fuck. Just….fuck.”
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fairytale-poll · 2 years ago
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ROUND 1D, MATCH 1 OUT OF 16!
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Propaganda Under the Cut:
Dimension 20:
Knight in invisible glass armor who turned the heel of her slipper into a spear and impaled the Fairy Grandmother with it to escape her false happy ending. Part of a team of princesses who want to destroy the entire fairy tale world to spare themselves and everyone else from eternally suffering. Gives weirdly good life advice.
A badass warrior in glass armor who stabs her fairy godmother with the heel of her glass slipper
Neverafter sweep!!!! Also, she is cool. Wears glass armor, tried to kill her fairy godmother with a spear, also tried to kill her stepmother.
She wears armour of glass and fights against a prewritten destiny
This Cinderella's story takes place in a world where all the fairytale characters exist but their stories have all gone wrong. It's a horror Dnd campaign, and there's also a multivariate concept where if people die, they're basically just reborn in a worse version of the story. Cinderella here is an NPC and is part of a faction called the Daughters of the Crown, which is a group of rebel nialaistic princesses who want to destroy the Neverafter to be free. She stabbed her fairy godmother in the chest with a glass shard from her shoe and she's a crazy powerful fighter. She wears full plate armor made of reflective glass so that she's essentially invisible when standing still. She's super badass but still is caring and funny. In the final battle when the PCs are fighting the Daughters of the Crown and other bad guys, she turns to their side after the other princesses are defeated and other giant villains come in, including her step mother, who became an eldritch horror. She stabs her stepmother through the heart with a shard of glass after dismissing the stepmother statement that she hurt her because it was destiny, saying that it doesn't matter if it was free will or destiny, she didn't like it. TLDR: She's a badass black woman/princess/knight
This woman has been through so much Shit. She has to go through the usual suffering of Cinderella (dead parents, abusive step-family) and then find out her entire life is a lie, just a story where she has no agency over her life? Her suffering is for someone else's amusement? So she's doing bad. Her stepmother also tries to destroy the ENTIRE universe after snapping. And okay. Maybeeee Cinderella tried to kill some people (mainly the campaign's party) but after she lost everything I can't help but feel a little bad for her. Thank you for your time.
shes ANGRY shes a WARRIOR she has GLASS ARMOR THAT SHE NEVER TAKES OFF she’s trying to END THE WORLD AND KILL EVERYONE she’s EVERYTHING to me
Once Upon a Time (in Space):
She spent decades searching every moon and planet trying to find her wife (Rose), who was kidnapped on their wedding day. Eventually, she found Rose, and they embraced, only for Rose to die in Cinder's arms. And so Cinder killed the king who had kidnapped Rose by punching through his chest and into his heart.
And then Cinder got a somewhat happy ending, in which she met Rose's clone who had Rose's memories.
What if Cinderella was a Sci-Fi lesbian? Well here she is. She has a whole love song about searching the stars for her girlfriend after their wedding was interrupted and she was taken away. She spends years searching only to when she finally finds and embraces her watch her be shot. Cinders is so devastated by this that she plunges her wedding ring into the heart of the man who shot her love killing him.
Lesbian space princess who elopes with the terrifying soldier who was previously conquering her planet and spends decades searching for her when they're separated. Listen to her song https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6w9V-gMgBF4
I think the way she punches the evil king through the heart as revenge for her wife is pretty neat.
She’s a revolutionary married to a woman, what’s not to love? From Cinders’ Song: “ When I was a little girl, my mother always told me / "Someday your prince will come, my love" / But as I grew, I knew it was a princess who would hold me”.
her girlfriend got cloned and most of said clones were brutally slaughtered in war and she searched for her girlfriend all throughout the galaxy and when they were finally reunited on the battlefield her girlfriend died. and a clone of her girlfriend who due to technical errors retained her memories, so does that count as the same girlfriend? theseus's girlfriend? anyway vote for cinders she's been through hell
Lesbian!! Has to search for her lost love Rose with her glass wedding ring that changes color when its near its partner!! Gets to embrace Rose once again for one final moment before the villain kills Rose right in front of her!! So Cinders kills him in return!! And she's left as (almost) the only surviving main character from her own album but!! She is eventually reunited with a clone of Rose, and while they cannot have a truly 'happy ever after' together they are the ones graced with the closest thing to it
SPACE LESBIANS (she's in love with Rose Red, who gets kidnapped on their wedding day and Cinders searches the galaxy to find her, waiting for her white ring to turn crimson, indicating that its twin was near) She took her name from the ashes of her burning planet <3 She also killed Old King Cole >:)
shes a tragic lesbian and killed a violent dictator shes literally the best
shes gay shes traumatized she dates both rose red and sleeping beauty. badass space wanderer looking for her wife
Her wife Rose gets kidnapped on their wedding day and Cinders spend the next thirty years looking for her. She finds her (:D) and then Rose dies (D:) and then Cinders kills the guy who killed Rose (girlboss).
shes a lesbian. she lost her wife, Rose (yes, as in sleeping beauty) the day they got married bc she was kidnapped. she spent 20 YEARS looking for her. as soon as she found her wife, Rose DIED IN HER ARMS. Cinders has gone through Too Much to lose this poll
(Her info from the wiki) the Princess of a planet burnt by King Cole's army, after it is ceded by her stepmother. She is imprisoned, meets Rose and plans to marry her. She is released by her godmother for the wedding, then flees when the attack happens, spending thirty years looking for Rose. Her half of the wedding ring will light up when she finds Rose.
"When I was a little girl, my mother always told me 'Someday your prince will come, my love' But as I grew, I knew it was a princess who would hold me I looked to the stars for you, my love" She's lesbian Cinderella IN SPACE. She fell in love with her wife in prison and they ran away to have a secret marriage but the empire kidnapped Rose on their wedding night and Cinders had to leave her behind. She searches for Rose for decades with the glass ring that guides her to its twin on her wife's finger. She finally reunites with her love after Rose rips three supersoldiers to pieces with her bare hands (hot) but then then the evil king kills Rose so Cinders fucking punches through his heart. And then a clone of Rose (who is also lesbian Sleeping Beauty IN SPACE) finds her cradling her wife's body and they have a happy reunion(?) and maybe they didn't have a happy ending BUT WHAT IF THEY HAD EACH OTHER? HUH? AAAAAH
she’s everything. she’s a princess from a long since conquered planet. she was imprisoned to make a statement of the brutal reign of old king cole. she met her wife while she was in prison, a beautiful brutal soldier covered in scars from battles. cinders and rose fell in love, so cinders’ godmother in white broke her out of jail so rose and cinders could be together. they were going to be married, except that OLD KING COLE intervened and kidnapped rose to make her the genetic base of his unholy army. so cinders spends THIRTY YEARS searching the galaxies for her love (and sings a really cool song about it called “Cinders’ Song”) until finally she arrives during the final battle just in time to see old king cole SHOOT ROSE DEAD. so cinders punches the king so hard (with her wedding ring) that he just Crumples Into Dust. the end! (no we do not talk about the fiction.)
lesbian, for one, and for two i don't really care i just think it'd be cool if she got in/if she made it past the first round
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twilightkitkat · 8 months ago
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bro I just took my multivariable calculus midterm and that shit was atrocious... I should still be able to get an A in the class if I do decent on the final but what the hell. Her notes are so bad and it's insanely hard to find tutorials for the type problems she does on the internet bc she insists on being special 😭😭
anyway this means more poolverine content coming soon!! bc I'm out of midterm jail after this paper tonight and I need to get out my frustration somehow. I'll finally finish my other Logan au and maybe start a few longfics. Just know that I originally planned on happy endings for most of my stories but if I write hurt no comfort it's because of this midterm. this is gonna start my writer villain arc....
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mimaveil · 7 days ago
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I Know Your Dad and He Wouldn't Mind (V)
Governing Concept: can’t an up-and-coming actor send nudes to his onscreen dad, torrid, get dumped, and not learn his lesson post-pandemic? gosh. normie pocket dimension of ask for a key, or the comedy-of-marriage-minded sequel to sex, or a bag of rocks (i, ii, iii, iv, v, vi, vii)
prev: do you have anything that smells like old dick (warm bulb), so are you courting me or (morel map), do you want to suck a dick or do you want to solve a puzzle (sydney rock pool), don’t look a gift whore in the eye (terror & magnificence)
chapter summary: you mean i just blew some random guy (fathom v)
cw: nsfw, salted with dubcon, intrusive thots
Hard to look haughty while frosted in jizz, but Owen’s managed it. 
Even with the sleep-aid—nothing stronger than a first-gen drill, pink dreams—Ben had woken up first. Winced, pissed, washed up, Gorgon toilette. Faffed about the kitchen in corduroy slippers under the stainless-steel heraldry. Electric, corded, took a leaf blower to his nerves on red pavers before knocking the door to his own goddamn bedroom, to find a naked-sulky martinet, get the cane. 
“He’s not a rental, not professionally,” Ben hastily corrects, setting a can of sparkling import on the nightstand. Pet aisle, grip the upholstered rail, steady, eyes on the cushioned peat headboard, sure, not his quick-stir—“I literally meant dialect coach,” mouth towel-drying, “those declensions.”
Vaulting off the duvet, Owen stares at the can, offended. Loose dick, even attached to someone Ben theoretically likes, has all the appeal of a, a water bear. Shower-drain hair. Smoothing over the hulled-millet linens, brushing his cattail of temper: “He wasn’t an escort? You mean I just blew some random guy?”
“Okay, a little judgmental there,” Ben says, stepping around Owen’s angry tidying, yanking open the lie-in closet. Get his guest dressed, ignore the come grouting his belly. 
In the muff of the U-shape closet, goods running 13 feet from “shambolic” to “Zoom interview.” Behest of his stylist Aeryn-Aine, vowels on a lanyard, announcing with camp-counselor pep, We’re going to work with the textures of your complexion. Rods swing with perforated blues, glacial gravels, marine clay. Bend of the “U” has a wall of open shelving for the sneakers. Start in the middle, around some jackets he saw on Paul Newman once.
Just being in the vicinity of sobriety can make certain segments of life objectively worse; this is one of them. Among the heathered whatevers, he can hear Owen banging around the murder-bathroom through the wall, probably searching for a toothbrush and a peony foaming tablet. 
Steffi’s primary appeal is the multivariate vocals, switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating. A boy who likes video games and can custom-cut who comes out of his mouth? Perfect, 
God, the two of them must have surfed a wet dream, continental aloofness rimming swampy want. Maybe they tried it bashfully-vengefully, painting each other’s nails, kissing eyelashes, fingering each other’s jewelry, pinching nipples, play-testing the warming lube in chunky strawberry. Lychee. 
Owen intrudes, jackfruit, shiv of plastic bobbing from his mouth: “Why’d’yi wakeup here?” Skiff of drool, attractive, micro-anchors on a pec. 
Rubber bites Ben’s palm—a shoe. GGDB Ballstar, foiled leather, heel tab lettered “KERS.” Fine, tie it off, he can argue and fantasy stage-manage, prop ass at a nice whine, gurgling like a milk frother with the top off, tenors of a grunty, effortful nut, more sweetly felt in the hamstrings than either hum, slop-hole…
Fuck, moment’s smoked. He squats to put the GGDB next to its mate, between the Margiela sprinters in algae and the Celine Homme CT-09, a self-serve birthday gift. Closer now, Owen repeats himself around the lilac travel toothbrush, a drip landing on the clench of Ben’s neck. Still smells fermented: there’s no soap in that bathroom. 
Are they really debating bed placement, as a proxy for—whatever mistreatment he’d staked. Boys are like journos are like vampires; you have to invite them in.
Hefting himself up, Ben skirts his eyes round the dredge, starts pulling nylons at random, hangers still on. “Dunno, mate. Nothing happened. A little outré,” foil crackle, “climbing into bed with your host, but s’pose that’s your business.”
Entry prong of the “U,” he shoves the prophylactic pile of clothing at Owen’s dilated grimace. A clippy trousers hanger smacks him on the pyjama-thigh. “You’re going to scrape off your gums,” arms trembling around the bolus of pre-laundry. “Get properly cleaned, I’ll see about breakfast.”
In the puncture-lighting of the closet, five dollars of ugly skitters across Owen’s face and spiles Ben’s chest. Obviously something happened, I’m crusted in come, why can’t you just admit that we had sex, in a real bed, the two of us and the not-escort you hired, admit it, pull me on the sullied bed, make it tender here, I’m still sore, peel me open and juice me on it, get the rape kit…
In wet purpled slo-mo, Owen disgorges a mash of bristles. Tossing the used brush to the hardwood, kneels and spits, very precisely, onto Ben’s weak corduroy slippers. Wipes his mouth on Ben’s backhand, flecked, rippling: 
“I’m sure I’ll find something here. Your weight fluctuates, doesn’t it?” 
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In his haste to get away, Ben gores his right hip on an open sock drawer. Dumps the clean clothes on the dirty bed, rips off the saliva-slippers in the hall, grabs the scuba hoodie on the dining chair, cash and keys already in the zip pocket. Raw-dogs his feet into the Loewe trainers already in the foyer, sky-blue mesh and chunky outsoles with red zigzag channels, like he’s been running in gore. 
In the car, the skin swells, tofu puff, where he presses. Clipse on the radio, gulp console mints, breathe panic-cinnamon. 
At the hybrid bakery, he gets banana bread Malay cake and two scallion basil blossoms, stuffed with pine nut pesto. Dithering at the dome display, half-a-dozen egg tarts with pretzel salt? Todd’s coming over with his kids to make pizza tomorrow; one of them’s vegan and the other leans more savory than sweet, so the number of tarts is, yeah, fuck it, he’s a stress feeder, full dozen. 
Oily pink box in the passenger’s, the shame, diffuse, chokes him. He knows he’s being impossible. Yes, he wanted to pay for it, the humiliation, a martinet tease to the culottes. Money makes friends and amends, a crash-pad fellowship. That had been the promise: a manse of many bedrooms, adidas jellyfish, where the art party never ended, where the tending was true and discreet, after payments. 
But he also wanted the attention just because, the devotion just because, the freehand fucks and diabolical set dressing just because, not tethered to a specific economy of reward and achievement. 
Landscapers in their cherry pickers, he honestly contemplates getting a mess of salad orchids. According to his youngest, they can smell like oranges, vanilla, chocolate or pee. 
Bypass the florals. Within the genre, morning-after’s where the game goes from fun platforming to slugging underwater. Dante with his poky needle gun, finicky controls, fussing around with air supply and electrical generators. The whole low-oxy stew’s down there with sewer levels and escort missions. 
His phone vibrates, prompting a hip throb. Hangups, it's all substrate. Maybe Owen will be gone by the time he gets home. Leave Ben to a full box of Franco-Canto pastry and an empty house of merch. 
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“We can pick a safe word, you know,” Owen says by the pool. He’s in heart-frame swim goggles, a gag gift, with a ‘Junior Glide’ bungee cord tie. “I can’t tell what you like and what you don’t like, before I do it.”
Not this geek siren cosplay, Ben smothers with brioche batting. From the teak lounge chair, watches the pull of iced jasmine tea down Owen’s throat, open shirt, board shorts, both in ballerina-toe greige (the closest to white I could find in your closet, Owen explains). 
The morning’s spit-slippers are drying on the golden pavers, corduroy on travertine. Reassuring scut scut of garbage trucks, no, recycling, this time of day. 
Between them on the high-maintenance slat-top: river-splash notebook, anchored by lantern-fold water bottle. Open box of pastries, fresh pack of Kirkland napkins, noncommittal cutlery on melamine plates. Two cystic acrylic glasses, half-empty pitcher. 1.5L of lychee aloe vera drink, unopened. Lube in a jade ramekin with lid, as a dare (so you can eat it, if company comes by, Owen deadpans). 
“Going to flip me over? Read the nutritional label on me?”
In the shade, Owen presses a napkin to his lip-chap, folds it under his glass. “I don’t think a respectful distance,” pollinated hesitation, “is going to get me where I want with you.”
There’s a scrap of forehead flesh, previously affixed to Mary Magdalene’s skull, featured in the cathedral of Saint Maximin-la-Sainte-Baume in southern France. Supposed to be the spot Jesus touched in the garden, post-resurrection. 
Teak creaking, Owen straddles him for a dry reliquary kiss. “You can always tell me no,” a little loudly, into Ben’s temple. Squirms into Ben’s lap, great, literally wet with curiosity. Guess they’ll have to test the tensile strength of those privacy trees. 
“Mm, your ex really did a number on you,” Ben tries, pleased, rolling out the plush accents, double, triple. Wouldn’t do to catch a paver burn. “Bossy and English?” Gently now. Snicks loose the bungee cord of Owen’s gimmick goggles, eases them onto the table. 
“He never let me top,” Owen mock-pouts, and even with the goggle creases, the astringent perfectionism, he’s. A rich handful. 
“We can fix that for you,” Ben hums against Sunbrella foam, gaming out a full regimen while Owen snaps the seal on the lychee juice-liter, pours aloe chunks into a glass and, oh.
He lets himself get arranged. Scooch here, bodies on ice. Just tell him where to come.
“That stuff’s lousy with sugar,” he says weakly as Owen slides his trousers down an awkward angle, mindful of the bruised hip. Spot-clean linen whimpering against his undercarriage, like he’s in some papal nut-testing chair. 
Adhesive, nonchalant: “It’s soothing,” stroke, “a cheat day,” guided jelly plunge, to a grateful, squelchy suction feed, Ben’s incisor breaking knuckle-skin, daisy chain of cold-hot-cold-hot-yesnononoyes.
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“I’d keep you on a, a very freehanded leash,” Ben says indoors, after the neighbor’s rung the bell to very politely, mortifyingly complain. “I’d be freehanded with,” swirling motion along his jaw, mimicking a drop earring. 
“Are we that switchable to you?” Owen asks, inside him. Lube ramekin—that used to be for creme brulee—open on the nightstand. 
At this coached tempo, dorsal, he can still rattle off the differences, ranked: “Steffi’s got broader vocal range, he, ah, likes video games, and ‘m not deeply in fa,” faltering, “fathom with him.” 
Rubber’s shifted; Owen slides out with a full-body chasten, pries out soppy latex. “Oh,” as the grace note pearls, esca, luciferin. A simple lure, the truth. 
“I still think,” at mast, grossly fiddling with the used condom. Flings it with a splut, skims the puddle-basin on Ben's lower back. Pillowside, “What about him seems familiar?” 
“He’s cute,” Ben concedes to a mouth-chalice, lychee. “So, you’ve seen it in the mirror.”
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Do you have any more info on Haphazard ?
Looking at you with big eyes
Staring back at you with equally big eyes 🥺
I do! I do!! (I'm just gonna add a cut with like... a lore summary if that's okay? And if you want I can @ you on any previous posts I've made on the guy lol-)
Soooo Haphazard! He (and *technically* Lost) is like. Part of this bigger multivariate story I have going in my head called Eternal Ashes, which is only relevant because it's a Next Gen multiverse 😅. Having said that, if you're thinking of using Hap but his heritage that comes up in a sec is a roadblock, I give you full permission to completely ignore the fact that he's a ship kid haha! He's just Some Guy >:] (same applies if he's only there for like, a single second or appears in a thought bubble lmao-)
Oh and if you're just curious then this will be a fun opportunity to properly bring him up! I never talk about this loser (/aff)
Okay! Real answer though! Haphazard is the son of Error and Ink in my multiverse (and in his case, the eldest child, as Gradient/Paperjam/Many Many others don't exist here!) And thus his design is very based on their motifs lol!
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(As you can see he's been around. Uh. A while. My style keeps changing and for some god-forsaken reason he's super skinny in the second picture here lmao-)
The first image is the design I've always kinda used for him, but I added the second because I'm thinking of adding the blue-screen of death affect in a few spots on his main design like around his socket- ANYWAYS NOT THE POINT
Haphazard wasn't exactly... *raised* in his childhood. He kinda popped into existence thanks to a glitch in the code of a universe that was influences by both Ink and Error's magical interference with it. Ink is the one who scooped him up, but it was Dream and Blue who largely kept an eye on him when he was just a baby bones. He was weirdly self-sufficient though, and so aside from some mild parenting from Dream he like. Kinda just started walking along Baby Animal style lmao.
A lot of his life has been spent trailing his parents. Because he's connected to the multiverse's code, he can feel when a rift opens and how badly it deteriorates the barriers between the universes. If one gets too bad, it can collapse and merge universes. His parents are the worst offenders for Not Closing Rifts after their fighting, so he rushes to patch things up afterwards, ensuring the universes can heal and close off again.
For this reason, his magic manifests as Tape Strands, and his weapon is based on the kind of pointy blade at the end of a tape dispenser lol. The tape is Purple and makes sure things stay where they're supposed to.
So, he's spent a LOT of times doing repairs.
Personality-wise he's a stricter for rules and regulations, and is kinda obsessed with being The Hero of sorts. He's the one who's always right, he knows the way things should go. (He isn't and doesn't, though.) He also has a uh. Complex. Because he isn't the *oldest* ship kid, but he's close. And like, 3 other kids before him were kinda designated (Asriel + Chara style) to be the ones who would usher in an Era of piece between the usual warring factions (Night vs. Dream) but one died, one is actively committing war crimes, and the third had a breakdown and ran off at some point. He thinks he can prove himself now, because he was skipped over for that title twice, when he's Right There lmao.
( This entire thing is why he's so mad at Lost when they first meet. Lost (unaware) has a REALLY corrosive magic that starts to eat away at the space between universes. (The short version of that explanation is. Void Shenanigans? Like how Gaster fell into the void and he was erased from everyone's memory, but Lost forgot like. Everything instead lol-) And when Lost traveled looking for 'home', Hap would pick up on the disturbance, find it was Lost, rush to scold him, and then Lost wouldn't remember him which drove him NUTS. But after literal years of these interactions (and once where Lost was used as a malicious distraction by the War Crime Committer because, y'know, susceptible to suggestion lol) he ends up realizing that he's the only one who's actually paying attention to Lost as he just like, stumbles around, and decides he's going to work to watch out for him 🙏)
And in general, Haphazard is *technically* responsible, but he definitely values his moral rules and written rules over emotional rulings lmao. (Honestly he probably has smth very similar to Ink with low-emotional processing on his own merit lol-)
This is a very chaotic summary of this goober so I hope it makes sense haha!
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i think it's so cool that you're a biology researcher! if i may ask, how did you find yourself in that path and how did you know you wanted to go to med school? i'm not in college yet but i've been considering the possibility of clinical practice in the future but i am not too sure 🥹
hi!! omg that's so exciting i remember trying to figure it out as well. this is LONG because i have a lot of advice so i am vv sorry in advance!
so i spent most of my time in high school thinking i was going to be an engineer. i'm talking 4 courses of physics, multivariable calculus and self-taught diffEq, statistics, more calculus, two years of computer science, and I did a physics program at Fermi Lab. I was always interested in biology and medicine though, so in my head the best overlap was going to be biomedical engineering.
but when i started actually applying to biomedical engineering programs, i started to realize that if i went into bme, i'd end up just inches away from the job i actually wanted. like, i'd be developing the tools but i wanted to be at the physician-patient interface. and that kind of made up my mind for me, that i at least wanted to try to be in medicine.
so i hail mary'd and i applied to a direct-med program-
(sidebar, i don't actually know if this has come up so much as it has been sign-posted by my linguistic preferences but i'm american and studying medicine in america is one triple mega xl shitshow. in a direct-med program, rather than applying to undergrad, finishing, maybe taking gap years to build a cv?, and applying out to medical schools, then residency + fellowship which is a grand total of like 1 trillion years, you apply to med school and undergrad at the end of high school and then you kinda have a conditional admission to med school as long as you complete the pre-med requirements and it shortens the process to a conservative 0.8 trillion years.)
i've done an unfortunate job here of making this process seem horrible, but i will say two things: this process is long and difficult. you know what the interesting thing is though? life is usually both long and difficult. there are easier ways to make money, there will always be easier ways to make money – but if you love medicine and you love biology, the fulfillment you will have practically every day as you make your way through this process outweighs everything. i have spent twelve hour days in lab, come in on weekends, left at ungodly late hours all for minimum wage and felt blinding satisfaction that is rare to find in a lot of roles. and i've heard similar things from a lot of my friends. i will never pretend it's easy, but something being hard doesn't make it not FUN.
-and i got in! even then, i wasn't sure if locking myself into a med program was the best idea since literally months before that i was so committed to engineering. but i knew that if i put myself into that program, i would come out the other end a physician and i wouldn't regret it. and honestly, i'm extremely grateful for this because it surrounded me with a cohort of peers who all delusionally committed to medicine at the age of 17. they're the best :) and they were the biggest influences on my love for my intended career.
if you're from literally any other country (most do medical education differently), it will be a little bit of a different experience but i think broadly surrounding yourself with peers who can encourage you and inspire you to find ways to be fulfilled within the healthcare field and help you not second guess your decision is super important. i also think if you're interested in maybe being in clinical practice, taking a look at studying medical humanities (bioethics, medical sociology, health policy, the history of medicine) could also be an interesting exploration because it will get you in touch with both the art and science of medicine. the humanistic components are understudied by a lot of aspiring physicians but if you root your passions there i swear you never lose it.
when it comes to medical/biological science (and my now position as a vascular biology researcher), i started with bench science research in undergrad! i cold emailed a bunch of principal investigators to find if they had room for an undergraduate research assistant, and i found a lab that studies blood vessel growth and became insanely attached to the subject matter. i get to do a cool combination of hands-on science and data analysis, and they give me a lot of room to take charge of the project and present its findings.
i always thought i'd wanna do research 'curing' something, like research that specifically impacts a disease. my research, however, is basic science research – so i'm basically trying to figure out how a set of genes work and what they do because we don't know it yet! i never thought i'd fall in love with this project but i did! so my advice on research is to reach out to whoever you can, try to find good mentors, and keep on open mind. you never ever know what you'll end up with a passion for.
let me know if there are any other questions i can answer! but you're early in the process yet – you have a lot of time to explore :) i'm not sure all of this was actually useful advice cos the path i took was kind of a niche path, but i swear i can give better more applicable advice.
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mortalityplays · 2 years ago
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these people are never going to forgive us. and we don't deserve to be forgiven after this
I've been trying to think what the narrative of this new century will be like, for future generations. I feel like the 20th century had a fairly clear arc of cause and effect, almost like a story you could tell, and I was imagining the 21st would just have "chaos all the time as the planet boils until we die" as its headline. But I feel like I'm seeing the arc of the 21st being written and it's a lot more bleak than I ever imagined.
I understand what you mean. I suspect every generation feels like this, thrust into conflicts we were supposed to have outgrown and too small to affect the scale of change we feel gestating in our chests. My grandparents grew up in WW2 and expected that to be the last true era of atrocity they would have to fit into their mental landscape. They didn't cope well with the bitter complexity of the politics they inherited as adults. My parents lived through the tail end of the cold war, and my mum has told me often about the senseless nihilism they felt, even as they chained themselves to fences outside nuclear bases and smuggled news back and forth to friends behind the iron curtain. Everything could be snuffed out any day and it didn't matter. As a kid I was dimly aware of ethnic cleansings in Rwanda and then Kosovo, and I was 11 when I watched planes hit the world trade centre. I spent my teens protesting the Iraq war — around the world it's estimated there were around 36 million of us — and I watched all those efforts come to nothing at all.
The good news (I promise this is good news, in a sense, for the moment we're living through) is that narratives in history are an illusion. 'History is written by the winners' is trite, but it’s somewhat true. It might be more accurate to say history is written by the survivors. For as long as we survive, I think the most important role many of us can play is as witnesses. When we look at the 20th century in retrospect, we naturally hunt for lines of cause and effect that can explain the multivarious stories that survived to reach us. Those explanations are how we exercise agency over situations we couldn't change, and how we express the aspirations we're left with. And despite the way it looks after we've settled on our own retrospective storylines, they are never static or unchallenged. We are forever workshopping the moral of our own stories.
My point is, the present is the sharpest edge of history. It hurts, it sucks, and I don't think it has ever made sense. Making sense isn't something history does by itself, it's something we do to it. So if there is anything at all that we can do as petty nobodies far away from today's conflict, it's pay attention. Listen, watch, record, remember, and be active and loud in the process of deciding what each new fucked up day means. It's not enough, but it's not nothing either. I'm sorry it's like this.
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shallowseeker · 1 year ago
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🎂🎈Happy (one day late) birthday to @whiskeyjuniper (@satinsolace)!!!! 🎈🎂
Everyone remember to go give kudos to these awesome rare, creatively-featuring-Chuck fics:
🌲evergreen endless🌲
(endverse but make it worse, with a spicy fucked up multi-pronged POV courtesy of Chuck Shurley's pervy little voyeur brain)
🌞a happy place to dream about 🌞
(Chuck's obsessed w/Dean and trying his hand at a slow-burn romcom starring..himself)
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🎁 Also, here's a birthday oneshot gift I wrote about the eclipse cause I got a little carried away last night: 🎁
I will not be diminished
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The problem with symbolism is that it tends to favor multivariate complexity. (Which makes the narrative rules go a little haywire in places, especially when it comes to representing cosmological events.) Moral of the story? You shouldn’t stare directly into the sun, even when its light is temporarily blotted out.
Read here.
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lipshits-continuous · 2 months ago
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answer all the primes on the real's mathblr ask post!
Hopefully I don't miss any, here goes! I'll put it under a cut cause my answer to 2. is already long oops
2. What math classes did you do best in?
I got 93% in my differential geometry exam last year which is my best grade. It was definitely the easiest module relative to the difficulty of other third year modules.
It also helped that one of the lecturers refused a question from the past exam that we were given solutions to
I also got 91% in the analysis module I took last year which was half measure theory and half an intro to functional analysis. And I got 90% in complex analysis, multivariable calculus, and pdes. It may come as a surprise that topology wasn't my best but do to a mix of personal circumstances, the exam being at the very end of a long exam season and the exam having a more combinatorial flavour in the second half all played against me (not that I did badly, I still got 83% but was my second lowest grade last year)
3. What math classes did you like the most?
In first year linear algebra was my favourite and being able to give tutorials in it this year I still think it's one of my favourites.
Complex analysis is also still high up there and is probably what spawned my love of topology (the topological stuff was definitely more present than in real analysis).
Obviously topology is also one of my favourites, though as alluded to in the previous question there was a more combinatorial approach to some things which I wasn't as much of a fan of (they did change the course significantly for this year though and it seems much better). Differential geometry was also very enjoyable.
This year, algebraic topology has obviously been one of my favourites, even if the second term lecturer wasn't the most organised person. I enjoyed representation theory a lot more than I thought I would and was probably my second favourite module this year. Riemannian geometry was also really good, especially since the lecturer was lovely!
5. Are there areas of math that you enjoy? What are they?
Topology first and foremost! I'm quite interested in differential topology and homotopy theory at the moment. The former is what my dissertation is about and there are things I'd like to read more about relating to it! Homotopy theory is more of a curiosity since I've not had much chance to read about it yet but that's one of my summer plans!
I also enjoy group theory and homological algebra a lot!
7. What do you like about math?
It's inherent exploratory nature as well as how everything connects. One big thing in maths is we have structures and we see what happens when we play with them or alter them. Another is realising connections between different areas. Like for example, my friend who has the same advisor as me for his diss is writing his about Kähler manifolds and Dolbeault cohomology and there's a proof of the Hodge decomposition theorem (I think that's the theorem) that involves the representation theory of sl_{2,C} (as in the lie algebra). Like the fact there's a connection at all is really interesting to me. I suppose that relates to my interest in when algebraic structures sort of arise naturally when looking at certain things in topology.
11. Tell me a funny math story.
13. Do you have any stories of Mathematical failure you’d like to share?
My real analysis lecturer was giving an example of a sequence that didn't converge uniformly and I realised how to alter the example slightly to make it converge uniformly. Turns out that was his next example and he was so happy that I'd preempted it that he jokingly proposed to me.
17. Are there any great female Mathematicians (living or dead) you would give a shout-out to?
None that have come to mind, and I've been thinking a while /lh
Emmy Noether is an obvious one but she literally started homology theory as we know it! I think the story is she attended combinatorial topology lectures and realised she could reframe the language of Betti numbers etc in terms of what we know as simplicial homology.
There are a few living female mathematicians I could shout out but it I do not wish to be doxxed.
19. How did you solve it?
I'm not exactly sure what this question is referring to so I will just give one piece of advise for solving problems. Sometimes a problem is hard because you just haven't had enough experience to solve it yet. Obviously this is isn't helpful is you're trying to solve a homework/exam problem but more generally about learning mathematics. Sometimes you haven't got the tools or the experience to think about it in the right way and that's okay. And the best part about it is that one day you'll come back to the problem and realise that it's easy/easier for you to solve. I think everyone studying maths would benefit from being able to experience this once in a while because it serves as an excellent reminder that you're growing as a mathematician.
23. Will P=NP? Why or why not?
Probably not, though I'm not well-versed enough in it that I could recall well the explanations given for why people think not.
29. You’re at the club and Grigori Perlman brushes his gorgeous locks of hair to the side and then proves your girl’s conjecture. WYD?
Asking him to join the polycule obviously
31. Can you share a math pickup line?
This one is courtesy of me in first year: Are you a subset of a vector space whose elements are of the form ax+b because you're looking (af)fine
37. Have you ever used math in a novel or entertaining way?
Certainly not novel but I have dabbled in how train timetabling works a bit because I have what is essentially a model railway in (heavily modded) Minecraft!
41. What’s the silliest Mathematical mistake you’ve ever made?
I remember in secondary school we did these tests every so often that tested your "essential mathematical skills". I once made the very silly error of writing 3×8=18. Perhaps not the silliest mistake ever but it's one that's stuck with me
43. Did you ever fail a math class?
Not as of yet
47. Just how big is a big number?
As my friend would say: at least 3
53. Do you collect anything that is math-related?
Currently only textbooks, of which I have quite a few now!
59. Can you reccomend any online resources for math?
For algebraic topology I can recommend Friedl's lecture notes. It's a massive several thousand pages. I have currently only used it as a reference document/supplementary material. But from what I've used of it it's clearly written (though trying to use the search function is an uphill battle with how large the document is)
61. Does 6 really *deserve* to be called a perfect number? What the h*ck did it ever do?
It's perfect insofar as its equal to the sum of its proper divisors but it's certainly not free of sin
67. Do you have any math tatoos?
The statement "every tattoo that I have is a maths tattoo" is vacuously true.
71. 👀
👀
73. Can you program? What languages do you know?
Yes but I am very rusty. I used to know java decently well and I knew a bit of python. But I'd probably have to refresh myself a bit before being able to program again
Thanks for the ask!!
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kxantares · 5 months ago
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One problem with trying to come up with a fictional world that feels "real": just how incredibly, geometrically multivariate things get past a certain point. Like, right now, I'm trying to sort out some ancient economic history for eight rough "civilisations" (in the broad sense, not some kind of narrow, chauvinistic one) which exist two massive economic catastrophes and a glaciation event before "the current day" (which I'm writing as being a few centuries from now), and… … …there's just so much space for me to fill in even on the one subcontinent they're on alone. (TBF, said subcontinent is probably roughly the size of Africa or something, and it's on a planet with a few times Earth's surface area, but.)
So I'm trying to figure out how to keep things reasonable in light of the fact that this is history for the history for the history of my setting's history, lmao. The goal here is adequately fleshing out societies and economies that are bad in alien but realistic ways, so as to serve as a good historical backdrop for the resulting political configuration, post- the most recent interglacial period abruptly being brought to an end, and how it became a fairly sensible, chill, much-better-than-our-world society that nonetheless isn't just "What if I put barely reskinned Earth socialism-working-toward-communism on another planet?"
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betterlivingindustriesss · 1 month ago
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I think at the center of the asian-immigrant (in america) experience is the internal struggle between finding motivation through filial piety or finding it in consumerism. I however, have neither any respect left for my parents, nor any desire to contribute to the growing piles of waste on our planet. So here I lie. So basically ever since forever my dad has loved just taking all my shit because it’s never been mine (literally the room i spend 15 hours a day in is still called the ‘office room’ stfu bsfr it has my shit all over the walls and every single shelf is full of my stuff fuckin loser) anyways so i decided to just give him the crap he likes to take EVERY SINGLE WEEKEND WITHOUT FAIL (phone, airpods, headphones, earbuds, laptop, whatever) and now the only thing i fucking use is my fucking school issued chromebook right. So a while before i gave him all my stuff he started to mess with the wifi router and randomly turn off internet access to my stuff when he was throwing his little temper tantrums, and then we had a whole blowout and he agreed to not cut anything without my explicit approval. And then he started to cut stuff without my approval so i figured out the password and changed it! and he’s like oh! Guess ill cut the fucking wifi for the only thing you still own! Anyways i’m saving up in case i have to move out now bc wtf man holy power complex next thing you know he’ll fucking throw me out. Sometimes i wish he’d do something that i can justifiably hate but no its always some fucking psychological manipulation bullshit oh ive had such a hard life im an immigrant from a small village just working my day job well your day job fucking sucks nobody fucking likes you piece of shit loser asshole they’re sucking you dry you work 18 hour days and they still fucking hate you. Literally whenever he meets with his friends he just complains about what a fucking dick he’s been to me and how i hate him for it. And its obvious that all of his friends are on my fucking side so they just try to change the conversation to something better but its very validating nonetheless. Im sure i’ve been acting like a pretentious bitch too but like come on im sixteen living in america its not like i’m spending thousands of dollars at the mall or getting knocked up or smoking weed in the school bathrooms like everyone else at school. I feel like a lot of the other ‘nice’ kids at school feel the same way towards their parents but they’re able to maintain a veneer of fake niceness but my family needs to be so fucking ‘honest’ about everything that we can’t even have that. I’ve decided to spend as much time as possible not here (i’ll bike to the coffee shop in the morning, library in the evening) but i’m not sure how much longer this is sustainable. And i’ll need to start worrying about my college funds since i dont think he gives a shit anymore they’ve given up on me i dont want to take fucking multivariable calculus in high school. I’ve been stressed out lately like ive literally been ripping my hair off with my fingernails and i still cant get shit done and everything is a mess and i dont even have matches for my candles and my brother’s teeth are rotting and everybody refuses to have fun or have hobbies i dont even feel like a person when i’m around them and i wish they had the self repect to get up and leave. Im sure he’ll pull some psycho bullshit again about being sorry and not wanting to be mad at me and i’ll come crawling back because i dont want to stand up on my own feet quite yet but I love my parents fs. Tips for finding a job?
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jadecitrusmint · 1 year ago
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Hello, I'm starting college soon, majoring in statistics. When I mention my course, people often warn me about its difficulty and hope I'll manage to stay through all years. Could you provide tips on how to persevere until the fourth year? And I want to advance study. What should I focus on studying? Also, would you recommend a laptop or a tablet/ ipad?
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Hello! I got a lot of the same comments when I picked stats as my major🥲
Two things are key to persevering through a stats degree, (1) not beating yourself up when you fail and (2) reaching out for help when you don’t understand something. Stats has a lot of disconnected but continually reappearing topics and you’ll get confused and fail sometime- that is perfectly okay and normal, you just have to learn to let it roll off your back and do better next time! This is when my second tip of reaching out to professors, other students, or uni resources come in. Your professors want you to understand the content (or at the very least are paid to ensure you understand the content)- go to them when you don’t understand something! There is no shame in asking for help.
All calc, especially your multivariate calc, is very relevant to statistics, so I’d brush up on your calc 1 and calc 2 skills if it’s been a while since you’ve used them. Additionally, I’d review probability rules, and basic things like finding means and variances. Later on, you’ll cover “distributional results.” When you get to these, absolutely keep a running list of these results that you frequently look over!
For narrowing down your interests, I’d recommend exploring finance courses, science courses (chem/bio), and coding courses. Statistics is a super versatile degree and there’s a lot of freedom and flexibility!
I would 100% recommend a laptop for two reasons. As a statistics student, you will likely be coding a good bit; mostly in R, but probably in SAS, python, and possibly matlab as well. As far as I’m aware, there’s no software that allows you to adequately code in these languages on a tablet/iPad. Secondly, hand writing on paper is much better for retention. I have an iPad as well, but I only really use it for homework to save the trees from all my scratch work😅 you could accomplish the same effect with a white board and marker. All of my notes (and even sometimes my homework and practice problems) are on paper since you retain the info significantly better. My friends in the stats major who also have an iPad or tablet for notes have also switched to using pen and paper over the years to help with retention since there’s a lot you need to have memorized.
Feel free to reach out with any more questions, and good luck! You’ve got this ~~
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