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the science student urge to pythagoras theorem everything
#pythagoras theorem so nice#so easy#i love it#stem#stem academia#science#science student shit#science student things#math#triangles#science jokes#chaos#chaotic academia#study study study#desi tumblr#desi teen#desi#desiblr#desi dark academia#desi academia#science academia#desi studyblr#studyblr#science tumblr
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Haiii ^-^☆ cute face annon (ִ•᷄ࡇ•᷅) here!!
I wanted to share some cute and not so cute hcs that I have of our muse (Nikolai) :3
I talked a lot about him with curly or wavy hair and hzoakabsks I'm crazy about this hc!!!!! I love it when artists draw him with his hair like this and not with straight licked hair full of straightening
Nikolai would definitely be MUSCULAR imagine him having a chiseled body but not that much but enough to have defined abs and booba (🤤) I also think his thighs also have some muscles too duuhh and i fantasize a lot about him having a big ass...
OH OH AND HE ALSO HAS SLIGHTLY SPLIT TEETH!!! IT MUST BE SO CUTE HIM LAUGHING AND SMILING LIKE AN INSANE MANIAC AND THEN HAS 2 TEETH SEPARATED IN FRONT SAYING 'HAIII >.<' AND AND THEY ARE HXISJSBAOA CUTIES !!! Obviously it wouldn't be something that separate, but just a little bit that doesn't harm our boy.
he also has several scars all over his body and I think that in addition to the scar on his eye he has a small one on his mouth.. and the skin on his face is smooth and soft, I think he would have some small acne scars and small pores near the nose, but nothing that is frightening !!!
the hairs that grow on his body are white like his hair and are slightly curly, but they are not thick and not in great quantity, he has a little on his arms and legs, on his chest and a happy trail that goes from his navel to his glock, but he always trims them, but they're a charm too...
idk why but i think he would wear lip gloss or mascara...
he came from a poor family but I don't think he had mommy/daddy issues, it was a happy family until something happened, obviously. I also think that everyone in his family is beautiful, mainly his mom, his mother must have such big tits...
i think it would be wrong for me to hcs that he is neurodivergent because some people might think i'm 'romanticizing' or something, but for me he definitely has adhd and something like borderline...
more hcs soon (＞。☆) ~
first, about the hair — yeah i agree his hair isn't fully straight. i mean, the man isn't straight himself so🤷🏻♀️ and i find messy hair suits him and men more bcs they look sexy ehe
i don't think nikolai is muscular as fuck like toji ehgehehs but he does have refined muscles. not too obvious and not too subtle. it's there and firm. but i think his upper body is smaller than his lower half. like man got thighs. MAN GOT DEM THIGHS. HE CLENCHES HIS BALLS WITH HIS THIGHS WHEN HE SITS
and his ass will look square. idk dude's asses always look square asf. we can do pythagoras theorem on their asses
i think he has sharp canine teeth too. would look cuter.
and i agree with the acne scars hsgdhshs maybe not too obvious bcs i believe nikolai likes to make sure he looks clean as much as possible. maybe the area around his right eye is cleaner than any of the part on his face because he tends to cover it with his eyepatch.
HAPPY TRAIL hsgshshdjs nikolai's happy trail makes everyone happy <3 and yeh i don't think he shaves his body hair 100% smooth. he just trims it. maybe braids it too if he's feeling goofy
i don't think he wears mascara. but lip balm and lip gloss is likely. i think he likes the taste of flavoured lip gloss and sometimes he unconsciously licks his lips when he wears it (no i am NOT projecting😤)
he doesn't look like someone who has mommy/daddy issues, yeah. i do think he comes from poor family or at least, a family with unfortunate situation. i am not sure if his family is loving, but it's a nice possibility! not every morally grey character needs tragic family to justify their action and i think it will be beautiful regardless to his character if it's revealed that he suddenly feels living is brainwashing and decides to murder people to prove himself
and idk bout his mom uh you do you ig
i'm not sure he's neurodivergent. i don't wanna say something about the topic bcs i am not neurodivergent (or maybe i am idfk bro i don't go to doctors, i believe in warm lemon tea and ointment oil to cure flu so)
#/nsrs about the doctors#i believe science#and i believe in my traditional medicated oil to cure all my problems😤#道化師-says❃ུ۪#道化師- •᷄ࡇ•᷅❃ུ۪#nikolai headcanons#bsd headcanons
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WIPs for my PKMN SunMoon team!
1) Lillie's wig! I made pocky sticks out of batting and wig wefts in order to create nice fat braids. The batting is attached by clips (not visible in final!) to make them removable in case I need to wash the wig. Also added more wefts in the back to thicken the hair.
2) Gladion's wig was a NIGHTMARE......... I had to reweft the entire front to create that parting, then spend weeks ventilating a lacefront so I could have a nice hairline. After that came the extremely annoying task of cutting and styling everything neatly.... I was actually pretty proud of how it turned out 8'D
3) Props for Gladion! ...I made two versions of his waist bag (actually, I made two versions of his whole costume....) because I wasn't satisfied with how it looked the first time. The Z-ring I made in a week! EVA and craft foam for the bulk of it, but the Z-crystal is made from a thin acrylic sheet. Pythagoras' theorem was my friend here for the measurements *w* that's the reason we went to school and learned math HAHAHAHA
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Wait. Sorry, but I read your tags and you have dyscalculia? I didn't even think it has a name, I thought it was part of the dyslexia chain of disorders... Which it is! But I didn't know it had a name! I can't believe someone has the same type of inconvenient bullshit as me! Tho, I'm guessing mine is much lighter, since I'm actually pretty good at math. With a lot of checking and people triple checking for me, and struggling with a line of an equation for like an hour before I can comprehend how simple it is in reality. Same with letters tho. The brain sometimes not comprehending what is visually presented and convincing itself it is wrong, when in fact it isn't. Words appearing out of nowhere in the middle of sentences when writing. Or words changing shapes and meanings as you read them, so you have to re-read a few times until your brain understands it. Fun times, sorry, I got into it.
I can't differentiate between 7 and 9 what's the quirk you got from it? XD I know it ain't funny, but I got excited! I mean, if this makes you uncomfortable to talk about, absolutely ignore this please ☀️
oh don’t worry, it’s part of the tumblrcore experience to read tags lmao.
but i do actually, i was also diagnosed quite late i was fourteen at the time. and boy, the struggles i had with it was huge and still is. i didn’t know it was in the same chain as dyslexia but thinking of it now, makes a lot of sense. nice to know a fellow dyscalculic too, i’ve never met anyone either. i don’t think i can define mine as lighter since it was one of the main source of anxiety for me growing up lmao. i just god, i suffered with the bare minimum when it comes to math. even the simplest of problems is difficult for me. i have trouble helping my almost 10 year old sister with her math stuff, to give you an example. i just run from it in any given circumstance. i think i do also double, triple check any calculations i do. i even take a step further and do it at least five times to make sure and my mind sometimes still goes “are you actually sure it’s correct?” and proceeds to count at least two or three more times to be sure, even when i have a calculator with me. my main struggle is forgetting the numbers i’m seeing, exchanging them, i have trouble telling the difference between thousands and millions and whatever else gets too may zeros or too many numbers, basically anything after 900 gets hard for me. it also affects my left and right, cannot get it right for the life of me. reading old clocks takes a few minutes lmao. but truly exchanging things was one of the main issues for me, and i wouldn’t even realise it. it was like my brain couldn’t see the mistake unless someone helped me get there. hm, what else?
< > these two symbols? trust me, i still don’t remember them to this day, i would have to use a visual written explanation to remember which one was which and i still would take a bit of time to get there because it’s just confusing to me. i never had trouble with letters necessarily, i don’t remember rn anyway. those math problems that required you to get an answer after seeing something like “matt has two apples and karen has whatever blah blah blah” i just couldn’t do it. geometric math was my deathbed. pythagora’s theorems HOLY FUCKING HELL my most hated back then. my brain would shut down and not work at all. the multiplication table thing? i swear to god unless it’s two or five (counting on my fingers btw) i can’t do it. it’s like i see math and i think i get it but i don’t, not really. it makes no sense in my brain, i can’t seem to grasp it fully. and it’s so frustrating. i could complain about my brain’s lack of understanding for a lifetime, okay?! 🤣
#maybe it’s also related to my adhd? idk#i read somewhere that the possibility of having one and the other is quite high but im not sure#i truly feel so much anxiety when i have to deal with numbers#i used to work in two places where i had to deal with cash. i used to play it off laughing and saying iit can’t count just to take some weig#weight of my shoulders if i made any mistake#which i did often#repeatedly because i just overlooked them#sometimes iI just don’t see the numbers and i skip something#but i guess that’s also my adhd brain being inattentive lmao#who knows where one begins and the other ends at this point#ra☀️#youdontloveme-yet#gei’s nonsense answers#dyscalculia
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got any book recommendations?
You mean nonfiction books? (My About page is here if you're interested in nonfiction books in general.)
My recommendations will be of the form "X said such-and-such, and it sounds really interesting, and Y recommended this book, which is also pretty cool."
I don't know if I can give you the impression that I have any real taste in nonfiction books, but if I'm being honest I tend to have a very positive opinion of most books I read for school, so they're pretty much my favorites
Here's a partial list (I would add other recommendations but there are simply too many books!) -- just some stuff I've read recently (and/or stuff that sounds really interesting):
Structure & Interpretation of Computer Programs: this is an interesting "introduction to computer science"/engineering/programming book that might not sound very exciting but is in fact pretty cool from an academic perspective. E.g. the "sequences" are pretty much a bunch of sequences (lists of functions written by the author with no guarantees of uniqueness, with no explanation of why they're a good choice) that happen to have interesting properties -- see the nice properties section, with many examples of these lists -- and that makes it feel like computer programming and related disciplines are very cool.
Chapters 11-12 of Gödel Escher Bach: "beauty is truth, truth beauty" is one of those statements that's pretty much meaningless unless you already have some background in "Gödel, Escher, Bach" as a joke (which you probably do). Anyway, Gödel, Escher, Bach is amazing, and there's a lot of good stuff in the first half. Chapters 11 and 12 might not be good for newbies, but they're very amusing.
On the Exact Sciences by Ian Stewart: just a good general physics book! There's nothing particularly deep here, but it covers the standard topics and treats them very well, and presents them in an engaging way.
A New Kind of Science: In the last decade or so we've seen a rise of "Big Data" and algorithms that can process millions or billions of data points at once. The results can be very exciting, especially when they're surprising. This book is about the field of Big Data -- it discusses how data science works and why it's exciting, and it also gives an overview of other parts of data science, including text processing and statistics -- and it's written in a very clear, readable way that doesn't make you feel hopelessly out of your depth or like you're reading something written by a computer program. Also, it's funny, it's not too depressing (except in some places), and it's really short (280 pages, as I type this, after the preview chapters)
The Algebraic Structure of Differentiable Curves and Surfaces: a more technical but also very interesting book. This is a math book for mathematicians with no prior formal training in the subject, and as such it's interesting to see how much math is really just a matter of "looking at a bunch of examples, and saying things about them, and seeing what it means, and going back to the examples again, and again," and about the sheer extent to which the "formula" part of mathematics is just "a procedure for drawing pictures."
Minding the Gap: this is a history of mathematics and science over the past 2,000 years. It's divided into three parts, which cover the ancient world, the medieval world (including the Middle Ages, the Renaissance, the scientific revolution, and the Enlightenment), and the "modern" world, the era we live in right now. It has lots of interesting material. Some highlights:
The Ancient Greeks were really cool, actually! In particular, ancient Greek mathematics was awesome. Pythagoras was a cult leader who believed in reincarnation, but also he was a smart dude who was probably into some serious mathematics. The Greeks invented trigonometry (although probably not as we know it today, using the Pythagorean Theorem), and they probably had calculus by the time it appeared in the West!
Ptolemy, the "Father of Algebra," was a mathematical genius who figured out geometry using just ruler and compass (i.e. you construct a geometric figure with a ruler and a compass -- Ptolemy wasn't doing symbolic manipulations like "expanding the binomial theorem" or whatever). He also used geometry to "calculate" distances to the Sun and Moon in order to determine the calendar, which was an impressive feat for his time. For reference, there are still Ptolemaic epicycles in the orbit of Mercury!
This is probably my favorite fact about Ptolemy, from the book itself: "Ptolemy thought of himself as an engineer rather than a mathematician. He believed that the natural world behaved with mathematical regularity, but he saw his job as building a model of the way this regularity worked, which would allow anyone to make sound engineering decisions."
(All of the above except for the last one is a direct quote from this book. I have never read the book itself, just excerpts -- if you want to know what it's like, try a pdf)
You can also read about a bunch of cool mathematical topics in Stephen Hawking's A Brief History of Time. In particular, he says some nice things about the importance of the Pythagorean Theorem and of "symmetry" generally. The book is about 1,000 pages long and gets quite involved but it's very, very good.
I think all the books I'm giving you are a little bit out of date. I started reading A New Kind of Science last spring and it's very good. I started reading On the Exact Sciences at the end of last semester and it's also really good. Anyway, good luck with your reading!
(I realize I just gave you a lot of nonfiction books, so here are some more recs for fiction)
For a more general "nonfiction" type recommendation, you might read the essays that are collected in David Foster Wallace's Infinite Jest -- they are, generally speaking, hilarious, though possibly not to the person who is in fact me. I wouldn't suggest this unless you have experience with DFW, because in general he can be kind of long-winded, and the IJ essays are (as they say) long-winded (they are 955 pages long, after all). That said, even if you hate DFW (or even if you just don't like him, which I don't, at least not personally) you should at least give them a try. They are very, very funny.
I also read Infinite Jest for school, and it does have a lot of (relatively)
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assassin’s creed emotionssssssss
TELL ME WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY BOTH OF ALEXIOS’S ~FATHERS~ TRIED TO KILL HIM OMGGGGGGG THAT’S SOOOOOOOO FUCKED UP!!!!
like literally the only relative he has that DIDN’T ever try to kill him is his mommy!
i kneeeeeeeeeew i was right to hate pythagoras from the beginning!
(ALSO lmfao in the game they pronounce pythagoras as something like ‘pee ta go das’ so it took me until the very last scene he was in to realize that THAT’S THE GUY WITH THE THEOREM! THE PYTHAGOREAN THEOREM! aka The Only Thing i remember from any math class i ever took lmaoooo a squared plus bee squared equals see squared motherfuckers!!! i’m smart!)
but anyway!
he was so fucking cold toward alexios and didn’t give one flying fuck about the fact that alexios had gone through so much trauma and was suffering through an identity crisis and had a strong desire to learn the truth about himself and the people in his life and why his life turned out the way it did and pythagoras is just like
‘oh yeah no i dont care about your life at all lmao i bred you like a working dog for the sole purpose of doing my bidding so i can uncover Forbidden Knowledge and use it for my own selfish gain’
AND THEN ALEXIOS IS JUST LIKE ‘oh ok what do you need me to do?”
and im like
ALEXIOS WHAT??? YOU’RE OKAY WITH THIS??? YOU’RE NOT EVEN A LITTLE BIT INCLINED TO SHOVE YOUR SPEAR THROUGH HIS SKULL LIKE YOU DO EVERY DAY TO PEOPLE WHO HAVEN’T DISREGARDED YOUR HUMANITY AND SOUGHT TO USE YOU FOR EVIL???
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
for a bona fide sociopath, alexios is way too fucking nice omggg. how can a person who’ll slit somebody’s throat just for wasting his time be too nice??? wild!!
and then lo and behold, when alexios realizes that pythagoras itends to misuse his power and asks him to give up his fancy magic spear for the sake of the rest of the world, pythagoras decides to try to fucking kill him!
i haaaaaaaaate him! i hate all of alexios’s dads!
also kinda hate his mamma for insisting that his other dad ~really did love him in his own way~ eveN THOUGH HE THREW THE POOR BOY OFF A MOUNTAIN
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Visiting The Ancients
Narrator: We welcome you to another episode of True History: Behind the Scenes. In today’s episode, we take you back to ancient Greece, to the Pythagoras household. Pythagoras, philosopher, mathematician, and man not about town is working at his desk, cutting up papyrus into triangles while his mother Esther, Father Saul, Saul’s brother Uncle Mort, and Esther’s sister Aunt Tessie along with friend of the family Diogenes Laertius are having tea and a nosh.
Esther: Pythagoras, take a break, have some strudel, your Aunt Tessie makes such a nice strudel. You can’t work with those triangles’ hour after hour without nourishment.
Pythagoras: Mom, not now, you know I am not hungry when putting the axioms together to make a theorem. I feel oh so close to a breakthrough.
Mort: Always with the triangles, did you ever think about working with circles, squares, rectangles, trapezoids or maybe a nice rhombus. You know the rhombus is an under appreciated shape.
Pythagoras: They’re some nice shapes but the triangle is the one for me. I’ve made headway on the equilateral and the right angle but the isosceles is a tough nut to crack, and don’t get me started on the obtuse scalene.
Saul: He can’t get his head out of the triangles. Can hardly get him to go out of the house. Oy Vey Ist Mir.
Aunt Tessie: How was that date I set you up on, that Pandora seemed like such a nice girl.
Pythagoras: No more set ups Aunt Tessie please. It didn’t go so well. She carries a box around with her and every time you disagree with her, she threatens to open it and cause mass havoc. A real meshuggeneh. I dropped her back home early and she wasn’t too pleased. I have had an unexplained itchy rash since.
Esther: You know who I hear is available again. Helen of Troy. She would make a nice match, such a beautiful Punim.
Saul: You know men have gone to war over that beauty. Got a pair of legs a mile long but seems a little thin lately after her abduction.
Tessie: You know cousin Bertha’s kugel would put a few pounds back on her quickly.
Mort: Bertha’s kugel sure stick to the ribs, like eating a brick, last time I had that kugel I couldn’t eat for a week. What about the Rhombus Pythagoras?
Saul: What does Helen do all day now that she is back home?
Tessie: I hear she spends her time down at the docks. I don’t know what she does there.
Esther: They say she is working on launching ships. Sailors want to see her beauty before they go out to sea. She wants to launch 1000 ships. She is up to 37, guess she has a ways to go.
Mort: You know, if they want to launch ships fast, they should bring your cousin Tilly down to the docks. Those sailors will move those ships out of the harbor lickety-split once they lay eyes on that mug.
Tessie: Why don’t you do something useful Pythagoras instead of this theorem mishigas.
Mort: Is there any coinage in this theorem business? Can they tax the theorem?
Saul: He plans to give it away for free. His goal is to have 2 of the top 5 theorems of all time.
Tessie: How about becoming a doctor like Hippocrates. His parents are so proud. Every time you see them, they start in “My son the doctor” he did this and that.
Esther: I hear he is not accepting any new patients now. I wonder what he is up to?
Saul: He is working on some kind of oath for the doctors to take.
Mort: I heard his draft oaths didn’t go over so well when he presented them at the convention. First oath was “Try Harder”. An Italian doctor told him to stick your try harder you know where. Hippocrates went into a panic and blurted out, “No Evening Hours”. Although all in attendance thought it brilliant and resolved that this could be a secret society agreement, they didn’t think they could declare it as a public oath. Then, Hippocrates came up with “Will accept two slaughtered and plucked chickens for services rendered”. The other doctors laughed and told him that is not an oath, that is a service agreement. He is home brooding.
Esther: Pythagoras, how about a nice slice of Babka?
Pythagoras: Always the old-world food. We are in Greece; souvlaki should be served.
Mort: You know in my day we got along fine without any theorems. What you need is some good hard work. Your uncle Frank has a latrine digging and clean out business. He can always use an extra hand. It would do a boy good. Might take the starch out of his collar. Pythagoras, you could dig the holes in any shape you want, even a nice rhombus.
Saul: Hard labor? We can’t get him to take out the garbage.
Esther: He is a deep thinker. You’ll see, he’ll make us proud someday. He’s a good boy.
Mort: Some deep thinker, won’t even give the rhombus a chance.
Tessie: You know Pyth, that girl Medusa moved in down the street. She’s new in town and hasn’t had many suitors. Be a mensch, ask her out.
Mort: Bit of a wild child I hear, a hot head, a real card. Some say one direct look from her can turn you into stone.
Diogenes: I’ve seen her. What’s with the hair? A bit scary.
Tessie: A nice hat would make her presentable.
Diogenes: I think you’re barking up the wrong tree with Pythy. He once told me he does not indulge in the pleasures of love.
Pythagoras: Yes, you should only have sex whenever are you willing to be weaker than yourself.
Mort: What does that mean? Do you know what that means Saul?
Saul: I have no idea.
Pythagoras: I’m an ascetic. It is the practice of severe self-discipline and abstention from all forms of indulgence.
Mort: Pythagoras, you should go to the new play by Euripides. Got great reviews but I fell asleep within minutes. Always the tragedy with that hack, you think he can try his hand at a farce for once. It would be a great test of your severe self-discipline to see if you can stay awake in your seat and not walk out before the end of the first act.
Narrator: A sullen Hippocrates comes into the house.
Esther: Welcome Hippocrates, what’s with the hang dog look, let me get you a nosh.
Hippocrates: Looks like a good-looking strudel you got there.
Tessie: Here is a boy who knows a good thing. Sit down, I’ll give you a big piece. It will do you good.
Mort: The oath business not going so well?
Hippocrates: Their a tough group to please. I have a writer’s block.
Esther: How about this Hippocrates. First, don’t kill anybody.
Saul: Don’t be upset Hippocrates. Esther lost a cousin when a doctor put leeches down her throat for some congestion.
Hippocrates: Well, we do lose quite a few even with our modern techniques. You know, you might be on to something Esther. It just needs a tweak. First do no harm.
Esther: No, First don’t kill anybody. Always with the leeches, the trepanning, the bile, the phlegm. You’d be better off with a good mustard plaster then what you quacks do.
Hippocrates: This strudel is delicious. I hate to eat and run but I have a sudden inspiration on the oath. (Hippocrates leaves quickly but first picks up an extra piece of strudel to take home).
Tessie: You can pick up a nice hat as a gift for Medusa to wear on your night out.
Diogenes: A bucket hat would work. Hey Pyth, lets make it a threesome. We tell her she has to wear the hat throughout the date or we end the night early. She’ll go for it. The boys have not exactly been knocking down her door since she moved in.
Pythagoras: I am kind of stuck right now on the theorem. Maybe a break will do me good.
Diogenes: We load up with Ouzo and see what the night brings.
Mort: And don’t forget, give the Rhombus a square deal.
Esther: You are a bit of a card yourself Mort.
Narrator: After a night of heavy ouzo excess, Medusa indeed kept the hat on, the threesome engaged in great frivolity, and Pythagoras learned all the practical angles of a triangle. Acute, obtuse, right angle, isosceles and his breakthrough theorem emerged within a day after the date. He noted the night of indulgence was simply for research, but was quite verklempt, and returned to his asceticism the next day. The Hippocratic Oath and the Pythagorean theorem lives on.
Don’t miss our next episode of True History: Behind the Scenes. We will be exploring behind the scenes of how Susan Stevers, Boston housewife, invented minute tapioca pudding.
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#THANK U GETTY IMAGES!!!#i've been full on sobbing over it!#jim my love!! you look like such a dream here!!#look at his pretty face!! his handsome face!!! he’s got such a lovely face!!#there’s so much i want to point out like oh my god!!!#the whole reason i took this was because of his freckles!! or his blemishes!!#they are so perfectly place on his neck that it just seems so weird!!! they literally form a perfect square!!#i had to make sure they weren’t just marks on the image but nope!! the cutie actually had freckles!! dawh!!#his hair as well!! beautiful. work of art. he had some very questionable haircuts but my god. when he does it right - he does it SO right!!#he’s just a dream with this haircut! personally my favourite is in 1965 when it was very fluffy but here!! 👩🍳💋 he can GET it!#i want to know how he got it so perfect like !! wouldn’t be surprised if he had angels helping him every morning!#sprinkling moon dust and golden starlight in his hair!!#his nose!! i’m a big fan of noses. his win!! hands down!!#i just seem to like noses where are you can test out pythagoras theorem on them!#don’t know if i need therapy for it but i don’t care at this point!!! his nose is adorable!!#he also got a little moustache growing!!!! now i hate moustaches but with him - exceptions are made!!#he actually does look kinda good with it. maybe he can change history and be the first man emmi likes with a moustache!!#also i had to cut it out but he’s got a double breasted blazer on!!#we love a man who knows fashion - and if we ignore those weird sandals shoes he wore for that ONE shoot - we got that right there!!#all nicely bundled up in his gorgeous man here!!#i win at life!#i would also like to mention his eyelashes but then that would get a bit weird!!!#so i will stop here!!#thank u for reading if you managed to get this far without wanting to pull your eyes out <3
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Okay so as you all know I'm extremely cool and clever and also a published scientist, so let me tell you about my latest research.
In the Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild, the continent of Hyrule is one of the biggest open-world maps ever created, even beating games like Skyrim and the Witcher. But, HOW BIG?
Obvs it's very hard to get a precise size because the in-game map does not have a scale bar (terrible map skills from that cartographer). HOWEVER, if you climb the Ridgeland Tower there's a guy up there who is a weeaboo for the Rito, who begs you to glide for him in the name of "research" (what a fucking dweeb am I right?) If you do so, he tells you how many metres you've flown before landing. This includes if you simply step off the tower and plummet to the ground in a straight line, and happily for my in-game ankles, the tower is surrounded by water to cushion the many landings I made to bring you this information.
Ten drops gave me a mean average height for the tower at 63.83, median 64.2, so I'm taking it as 64 for ease of Maffs.
For a flight from the tower, I picked a strip of land on the same contour line as the tower base and then flew along that. There was a slightly higher standard deviation in twelve flights because sometimes Link would step nicely over the edge and start gliding and other times he would yeet himself bodily into the sky and then start, and one time gave me an outlier because I got zapped by an electric Wizzrobe that saw me. But over all, flying the same line and hitting pretty much the same landing spot, I got an average of 250.1 metres. I took this as 250, again for ease of Maffs.
Pythagoras' theorem hit then, so I worked out that the distance from the base of the tower to the landing spot was 242 m. Putting that into Adobe Dreamworks, I could then translate that per pixel of the map I was working with (2.42 metres per pixel.) From there, that allowed me to calculate the area of Hyrule's land mass, roughly, in pixels and then convert it back, so having done that GUESS WHAT FOLKS
Hyrule is 25,454 km2, or 15,816 sq mi.
Wales, by contrast, is 20,735 km2, or 12,884 sq mil.
So the continent of Hyrule is, it seems, bigger than my entire country to the tune of about one and a quarter times the size.
Thank you all for listening, I will now take questions.
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Guys I stg you need to watch this show. It’s the BBC Atlantis. We need to bring this boi back and lemme tell ya why:
—time travel
Okay, so the premise is that this boi, Jason (like the Argonaut), comes from modern times looking for his dad in the middle of the ocean. He crashes his submarine and wakes up in Atlantis, a Greek city, and is told that he comes from Atlantis and is destined to save the city
—action/adventure
Jason meets Pythagoras (like the triangle theorem) and Hercules, and they take him in bc Pythagoras insists on it since Jason has nowhere else to go. Jason draws trouble like a magnet and there’s cool adventures and sword fighting and mythological creatures
—strong female peeps
Notable female characters are Pasiphae, Ariadne, Medusa, and the Oracle. There are also several other women that pop up (including this very badass, very hot archer lady who follows Artemis) and all of them are very very strong and I love them
—mythology/magic
Where are all y’all PJO peeps at. This follows several Greek myths (not always accurately, but still very cool in how it’s adapted), as well as magic-y stuff. This includes the Labyrinth, the Minotaur, Furies, the Maenads (followers of Dionysus), and others
—political intrigue
Big bad is always trying to take over the city and going about various ways to do this, but the way all of the parts work together is very cool and fresh, bc it’s basically the big bad and then Jason’s group as well as Ariadne trying to thwart the big bad, so you see multiple different levels of interaction
—wholesome romance
Kinda sad tho, but ultimately wholesome. Romance between Ariadne and Jason, and Hercules and Medusa (y’all they’re so sweet?? I’m—)
—hurt/comfort
My boys get hurt but they get their comfort and their healing and it’s all very nice
—GAY
This one to a lesser degree bc it was cancelled before it could truly pick up, but in season two we have A CONFIRMED GAY COUPLE and these boys are so sweet and their chemistry was so good and their storyline was not only somewhat heartbreaking but it had a happy ending and they KISSED and it was adorable. Also, in season one Hercules is confirmed to have slept with at least one (1) man.
It’s written by the same peeps that wrote Merlin, but carried out much better and we actually get the confirmation of the very obvious chemistry and I happy stimmed so much
—JUST GO WATCH IT IT’S SO GOOD
It’s available on Amazon prime AND for free on CW Seed (just with ads)
Tl;dr : guys just please go watch it and help me try and bring Atlantis back bc BBC did it so dirty and it’s so good I’m crying. So much good representation and storylines and characters 😭
#atlantis#atlantis bbc#atlantis: the lost empire#show recommendations#bring back atlantis#bring it back you COWARDS#jason#greek mythology
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Light X Reader Part 2 - Betrayal
Part 1, Part 2
READ THIS PARAGRAPH IF YOU'VE RESD PART 2 BEFORE- So this paragraph used to talk about how I kept on remembering to save my drafts, and evidence of which isbthat when this was posted, it wasn't finished. I completed the whole story, and it was pretty long, but it all went to shit. So if you read this story before, feel free to check out the real ending.
@comradedani you brought me deep into the Death Note fandomm- And again, sorry for the low quality writing. I'm writing this at school lol
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"Y/N, Y/N help! I messed up!" B/N yelled as he busted in Y/N's room and opened his schoolbag. He pulled out a piece of paper and turned it towards his older sister so she can see. Y/N sounds around in her chair, facing her brother.
"Jesus, you scared me!" Y/N huffed, reading the paper B/N had. Turns out he had a report card in his hand; one with 3 Fs, 2 Ds, and 3 Bs. "And those grades scare me more, what the hell," Y/N stated, a sly smile appearing on her face. "Dad's gonna be pissed when he reads that, haha," Y/N laughed, leaning back in her chair.
"It's not funny! You know dad's all about good grades and ever since his detective work increased, he's been more stressed about grades! I don't want to get grounded," B/N retorted, making a pouty face. He put his report card back into his bag and picked up his bag. "And dad usually comes home at this time. You know he's gonna be curious."
"Well, just don't tell him you have your report card," Y/N said casually, returning to her homework in front of her. She leaned on the desk, writing down answers as if they nothing.
"Oh, why didn't I think of that," B/N rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Mom gets emails from my school, Y/N. She's gonna find out about and tell dad, y'know." B/N sighed, fumbling with his hoodie strings. He opened the door and spoke, "dad's gonna be home soon, so bye I guy." He then left.
Y/N sighed, trying continuing to work on her assignments as if nothing happened. Although her focus was never fully on her assignments anyway, and our reader should know why. It's hard to concentrate when your mind keeps on going to the man you love who you felt betrayed you. Though to be fair, Light and her were never dating to begin with however Light was completely aware of Y/N's feelings towards him yet he choose to put her in that situation: where she had to be calm even though she was hurting inside.
Y/N took a deep breath before leaning back in her chair and shutting her eyes tightly. Don't let the tears fall, you're too strong for this, she told herself. For the past week, she's been feeling nonstop regret and of course, sorrow. Not to mention pure jealousy of Misa Misa; a pretty, popular model/actor. She refused to question how Light got to meet a women like that, since afterall Light was popular as well.
"You know what? I overreacting," Y/N said to herself, standing up sharply in her chair. She stretched her arms before taking a deep breath and putting on a smile. "There's more important things to worry about; like that damb Kira case. All I need to do is just call him and ask to meet up, right? He's forgiving..." She told herself, taking a deep breath again to ease her anxiety.
For the past week, Y/N had been thinking nonstop about her yelling at Light. She hadn't seen him sense, and there's been no communication between them. From a certain perspective, it almost seems like they really are overdramatic and acting very edgy, which is definitely true to an extent. However two friends arguing over something that's pretty serious for the first time is bound to cause some trouble. And when one friend feels almost betrayed, it gets worse.
Anyway let's go to B/N after about 15 minutes.
"Good afternoon, B/N," the tall, H/C haired man with grey ends due to stress, spoke. He held a nice smile on his face as he took his jacket and put on the coat hanger then took off his shoes. B/N smiled nervously, chuckling unsteadily as he waved.
"Hi, dad! Uh...how was your day?" B/N asked, holding his report card to his chest. His dad raised a brow and snickered.
"Strange. You never care to talk to me when I get home. Only when you're hungry or your mom says no to something," he teased, making B/N huff and cross his arms. His dad chuckled, "I'm joking. Anyway, what's that you're holding?"
B/N smirked nervously holding out the paper for his dad to grab, which he did. "I got my report card today, haha." His dad scanned over it for a few moments, frowning and his eye brows furrowed together.
"Are you skipping school son? I've never seen grades this bad and you've had rough years," he mumbled as he walked towards the living room. He say on the couch and sighed loudly, making a shiver crawl down B/N's spine.
"Nuh-no... It's just that the teachers have been putting a lot of pressure on us since we're about to go into highschool, heh."
"I don't understand. Are you just not understanding the material or are they putting too much work out?" The dad looked his son right into his eyes, making the atmosphere a bit more tense. B/N felt weak under his eyes; it's not because he was scared of his dad, it's because his dad has really high expectations and he's scared of failing them.
"Both. It's both," he mumbled, fumbling with his hoodie strings and tapping them together, making that quiet metallic clinking sound. "And I've always struggled with math, too, y'know. I don't understand how they expect me to know the Pythagoras Theorem after simply giving me 5 assignments daily about it."
The dad stood up from the couch. There was a moment of silence before he spoke: "I have to make a phone call. If you go to the trunk of the car, I got you something in a plastic bag. Don't tell your mom," he smiled to his son as he walked away, leaving B/N both confused and curious.
A few hours later and Y/N hummed to herself, watching a movie featuring her favorite actor on the couch besides her dad. He was on his laptop typing away on the keyboard while occasionally glancing at the TV. B/N was in the corner of the living room, playing a new game his dad just bought him on his Nintendo. It was quiet aside from the TV playing, at least until their dad spoke up.
"So, son, I forgot to mention who I called earlier. I asked if a coworker of mine would mind tutoring you for a bit."
"You...what?" B/N asked, pausing his game and turning back to see his dad. "Why?" Y/N gasped quietly, covering her mouth to stop herself from laughing. Her little brother glared at her and their dad, his nose scrunching up from annoyance.
"Well, you don't understand the material, right? That's why?" He explained, staying the obvious. Y/N giggled at his tone.
"Who is it, dad?" Y/N asked, rubbing her tired eyes.
"Oh, I won't say. But you two have met before," he replied, smirking playfully at his daughter as if he was planning something. "That's all the hints you get.~"
"Okay, now I'm so curious," Y/N mumbled, yawning. Who do I know who he works with? I know he works with the Kira investigation and I never met anyone there, I don't think. She shrugged it off as she kinda didn't care too much about whatever would happen in her brother's life since why should she? "Whatever. I'm tired," she mumbled as she rubbed her tired eyes. Her father looked over at her and smiled.
"Heh heh, alright darling. Get your sleep; you have a long day of school tomorrow." Her dad pat her head as she giggled and stood up. She hugged him before mumbling a goodnight. She then headed up the stairs, though she overheard her dad speak as she was walking. "Your tutor lives in the same neighborhood so he will come over shortly after you come home."
Y/N hummed as their conversation went quiet due to her being too far up the stairs to hear. She found her way into her room and closed the door behind her whenever she got in. Huff. Her hair was lifted from her shoulders as she put her hair in a ponytail in order to keep it from being too messy when she wakes up.
Layjng in bed, she furrowed her eyebrows together and sighed. Four entire weeks since she's talked to Light all because he found a girlfriend. Y/N felt more embarrassed of it then upset; well, she's still jealous but she knew she didn't have to avoid her friend of years because of something so stupid. What happened to the Y/N who would tell herself that even if he found a girlfriend, she would be better? Those were good times. And she would tell herself that she would call up Light and ask to meet up as friends but she gets so anxious about it and that anxiety turns into embarrassment.
It was kinda hardt to fall asleep with thoughts circulating her mind all night. But eventually, sleep came, and she sokn found herself waking up a couple hours later, going to school, and then coming back home.
Y/N waved goodbye to her friends as they dropped her off at her house. "Bye! Haha," she giggled as one of them stuck their whole body out the car window to yell out goodbye and wave her hands.
"Bye-bye, girl!" She yelled playfully as the car drove away to drop off her other friends. Y/N giggled again as she watched them pass and playfully rolled her eyes before spinning around. She took her time walking to the front door and pulling out her keys, as the door isn't unlocked ever and her parents are at work. Yet as she stuck her key into the house, the front door cracked open.
"....What the fuck," she mumbled as she took her key out of the door and pushed herself inside. It was so quiet which was weird considering B/N was loud as hell on the couch when he got home. He got home like 15 minutes before she did too. "B/N!" Her voice called out as she shut the front door and locked it.
"I'm in the kitchen!" Thank God he isn't dead. Well, sorta thank God. Y/N smirked as she set down her bookbag, took off her shoes, and took out her phone. She checked her notifications as she walked into the kitchen/dining room.
"You forgot to lock the front door," she said as she giggled, looking up from her phone. Bam! The phone hit the floor as Y/N's eyes stayed on Light's, almost like a staring contest was happening between them. Well, it sorta actually was because the brunette who was assisting B/N on the dining table spoke up once Y/N blinked.
"You blinked; I win, heh heh," he smirked. "Hey, Y/N! Long time, no see, huh?" He leaned back in his chair, waving his hand towards the stunned girl.
"I, uh...I wanted to call and meet up with you but I thought you were mad," Y/N said shyly as she picked up her phone. Blush dusted her cheeks as she examined her phone to check if it were broken.
"Same here, actually. I'm happy it's not like that."
"Muh-Me too, heh..."
Y/N but her bottom lip nervously as the room went into an awkward silence. B/N sighed before breaking the painful silence, much to Y/N's relief. "I think I understand this now," he said. "To find A, it's C^2 - B^2 = A^2. To find C, it's A^2 + B^2 = C^2."
"Very good!" Light smiled warmly as he pulled B/N practice assignment from him and examined it. He had a red pen in his hand and with it he marked a few things. "You did very well on these, apart from 3, 7, 8, and 12. But then again, those questions were hard for me to solve when I was in 8th grade."
"Really? But you're so smart! And I'm actually in 7th grade, advanced math," B/N said proudly with a cheerful look on his face.
"It really shows how smart you are, heh heh," Light chuckled as he handed back his assignment to B/N. "Can you try these again? I circled the part of the equation you messed up with so hopefully it helps."
Y/N was across the room in the pantry to grab chips. Once she grabbed her favorite kind, she headed out of the kitchen and towards her room. Light looked over at her leaving and sighed. Suddenly, he heard Ryuk talk. "You do realize that this is a good thing, right? You can spend more time with the Death Note and watching the police this way." Light couldn't reply of course, but in his mind he disagreed. After all, he knows she's bad at remembering time and he would have an alias every time he's with her, so he could lie to get out.
For example, let's say he was accused of somehow killing 5 people one day between 5-6pm. But at 3-5pm, he was with Y/N. Because she can't remember time very good at all, he could easily say he was with her while the killings were happening, and with her agreeing because she doesn't know any better. Y/N can also easily be turned into an abused puppy in his eyes; a loyal punching bag who he can manipulate for certain circumstances.
"While your doing that, I'm going to use the restroom," Light excused himself as he stood up from the table and walked away. He walked over and up the stairs, down the hall and to a certain person's room. Once he got to the door, he softly knocked on it. "May I come it?"
Y/N on the other side jumped from the sudden arrival. "Just a second!" She called out as she took her hair out of the bun and fixed it, because let's face the fact that a lot of us are very insecure about our looks. She quickly fixed her shirt because calling out, "come in!" A mere moment later and her door was open to reveal a tall brunette.
"You look lovely today," he complimented as he stepped inside her room and shut the door behind him. Y/N blushed a little bit.
"Thanks, heh. Um...you look nice too," she replied nervously.
"Don't be nervous with me please. You know I'm not mad at you. Actually, I came in here to formally apologize," he spoke as he walked up closer and bowed in respect. "The least I could have done was call you about her earlier that day, or told you I was seeing someone way ahead of that. It was foolish of me not to and led to both of our hears being hurt. I'm sorry." Y/N frowned as she comprehended what he just said then sighed. She walked up to him and grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him up.
"You're face is so squishy, sir," she said as Light stood up all the way, however Y/N didn't go of him. "It's weird someone so very collected and serious became friends with someone as dimbas a bag of rocks. I mean, have a told you about how my IQ test came back negative? Because it did."
Light chuckled as her comment, playing with a strand of her hair. "Did this really happen? You're so weird sometimes, haha." Y/N giggled softly before frowning.
"Hey, y'know, I really wasn't mad. The first week we stopped talking was so painful but I knew I had to make it up to you somehow. Yet even though I really wanted to just call you and have a drink of coffee with a long conversation full of pleasant topics and laughs, I was so scared. It's embarrassing," she confessed, keeping her head low.
Pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, Light smiled down at her. "Then I hope today takes all that weight off your shoulders."
"It did, heh heh," Y/N smiled as she looked him in the eyes. With how close they are, the eye contact, and the smiles, they seem almost suggestive towards one another. Or at least in the eyes of none other than-
"Ew!" Yelled B/N from the doorway. He must have opened the door while they were distracted. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together and glared at her brother whereas Light just smiled. "All I wanted was help, not this teenage romance scene. I finished all my problems by the way, ugh," B/N spoke, sounding dead.
"I'll be down there in a moment," Light responded as B/N walked away. He turned towards Y/N again; "well, it was nice seeing you. Your dad is paying me for this so I should probably get back to work." Y/N nodded as she hugged him softly.
"Alright. Make sure you let me know when your done or free," she responded before she pulled away from the hug.
"Will do," Light replied as he pat her head. "I'll see you later." Light waved goodbye as he walked out of her room and shut the door behind him.
Y/N took a deep breath to ease her nerves. That's it, she thought. This man is about to be my husband-
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FANDOM: IT (2017). PARING: Stanley Uris x Reader. REQUESTS FOR STANLEY ARE CLOSED.
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You walked home, your feet treading into the concrete pathway.
You’d tried so hard on your maths test and yet your grade was still there, in it’s big red ink, etched out into the paper.
You knew your mum would be so mad when you told her that your grades still hadn’t changed.
She’d blame it on the boys you were hanging out with - the only group of friends you’d ever had since you were all five.
“A proper girl associates herself with other girls who show a good example, not a group of boys who are rash and violent,” that’s what she’s said, many, many times.
“So bitches like Gretta are the kinds of people you want me to hang around with?”
You’d answer, always upset she referred to your friends as ‘violent’, ‘rude’ and ‘barbaric’.
The only other person in your school who you got along with was Beverly Marsh - and you only hung out with her on weekends because she was your partner in Drama class.
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Your mum only liked Eddie and Bill - Eddie because he wasn’t so 'boyish’, he was polite, and Bill because she said his stutter was cute.
You didn’t understand why she didn’t like Stanley, of all people.
What? Just because he was Jewish?
Richie was Jewish! No one cared that he was Jewish!
Well, your mum didn’t, but of course, she still disliked him, but only because he was rude and swore, like, a lot.
You thought your mum would like Stanley - with his ironed clothes and curly hair and polite attitude, but she just chose to focus on one thing.
You sigh, going in through the back door.
The first thing you did after chucking your school bag to the floor was sneak into the living room and call Stanley - your mum wasn’t back from work yet.
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“Hey!” Stanley picked up the phone as soon as you called him. “Stanley Uris, Who is it?“
Your boyfriend had a phone in his room so he didn’t have to worry about his parents answering for him.
“My mom’s gonna kill me,” you groan loudly. He laughs.
“What? Why?"
At least he took it seriously, unlike Richie, who you learnt the hard way not to call when you had a problem because he’d just blurt it to everyone else.
"I got another F on my maths test,” you throw your head up in annoyance.
There’s silence coming from his side, and you knew he was doing that thing where he closes his mouth halfway between a thought.
“Well, I can help you?” He offers.
“I mean, my dad’s not here and we have another one in like, two weeks, and our next one is in like, two weeks, and like - ” he starts.
”Two weeks?“ You almost yell. "Fuck it. Okay. Can I come over?” He chuckles softly again.
“You’re cute. And, yeah, I don’t see why not.” You could tell he was grinning. “Just tell your mum you’re at Bill’s, or something,” he sighs softly.
“I will. See you in a few?”
“Mhm. I’m free the night, too. And tomorrow,” he was probably leaning against the wall now, propping himself up with his arm.
“Same. Bye,”
“Love you,” you smile softly, murmuring in response.
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You remember to write something on a sticky note before you leave, scribbling 'Gone to Bill’s for a sleepover’, forcing yourself to bring the test with you, grudgingly shoving it into your bag.
You’d gotten bored the first two minutes Stanley started talking about the Pythagoras Theorem and explained the properties of triangles.
“Do we have to do this?” You groan in frustration, your pencil snapping for the fifth time already. “Can’t we just make out, or something?”
“As appealing as that sounds right now, I think it’s vital that you learn maths to at least the average level,” he was just poking fun at you, you knew that, but it did sting, kinda, coming from your boyfriend.
“But triangles aren’t gonna help me to publish a story or become a famous actor with Beverly!” He gave you a judging look.
“You hang out with Beverly? Whatever. Just a few more minutes, I promise. Then we can go get ice cream or hang out with Richie, I don’t know,” he shrugs and you sigh, Stanley was pretty good at maths, and he did keep his promises.
“You know, Beverly’s actually really nice,” he gives you a look and you laugh. “Right. Sorry. Continue,”
“So you basically just have to square a and then b, add those two together and…” needless to say, Stan Uris was the only person alive who could explain maths to you.
“Oh, so you don’t subtract them from each other, you add them!” You exclaim. He laughs.
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to tell you that,” he rolls his eyes and you pout at him. “For the last - I think thirty minutes,”
“Oops,” you make a small smile. “Sorry!”
“It’s okay. So, you get it now? Because that was pretty much the entire test. I cannot believe you just subtracted them - didn’t you see what everyone else was doing?” He gives a sly smile.
“No!” you say. “I don’t cheat! I’m not Richie! I’m just stupid,”“You’re not stupid,” he says.
“Come on, let’s go get ice cream?"
"I think you’re the only person who would actually put up with me a whole thirty minutes and bother to explain something to me without wanting to rip my head off every five seconds,” you say thoughtfully.
“Hmm. Our relationship is precious, isn’t it?” You smile, burying your head into his arm.
“In a way,” is all he says, before kissing your forehead.
“I love you,”
“I love you too. Thanks for making triangles less exhausting, Bird Boy,”
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' There are a lot of things that remind me of you. More than things should make another person nostalgic, literally everything makes me nostalgic for you.
It's odd because I got over you but the bus rides remind me of you. The day you bought me a bus ticket and the way you laid your head on the bus window. Your hair were so greasy and you closed your eyes meanwhile I talked. The scene was like picked out from a movie and I remembered it since then. Every time I ride the bus, I sit on our designated seats and for one person, four seats are too much. It almost makes me feel selfish but I just grew attached to it. I remember you sitting across me or two seats next to me. I remember your ripped jeans, white and black, both pairs that you wore. I remember the bus station you waited on, and the path you walked me home on and your block... and the bus station near my block where we met to go out and the bus station I walked you to... and the bench we sat on... and I just remember so much of you that it still makes my eyes tear up.
I remember the conversations we had about horror movies and anime... and I remember how other conversations we had made right triangle and Pythagoras' theorem a thing for us. I remember conversations about having trust issues and when you had told me about your ex and a random girl, who stole your favorite bandana hoodie. I remember the water that you bought us that morning when we got high on the meadow and my shoes were covered in drawings of your cat you named Snow and the triangles, flowers... I cannot wear the grandma jacket I wore that day. Every time I spray myself with Dolce Gabbana The One parfume, it reminds me of you because I wore it for you. I remember how I couldn't climb the stupid wall because it was too high and we just spent laughing for five solid minutes. I remember you telling me that you loved my energy. That morning you sent me your plushie with wack eyes, your favorite hoodie, your plant... I came home with such a smile on my face- God, I told so many people about that day because it was like a movie. With you it was always like a movie.
I didn't know what was going through your head since then but something did because when I was working morning shifts, standing there completely asleep as I had no time for my coffee, you scared me half to death and laughed. People thought you and me had something... we did, actually. We did have something but nobody knew what, not even us. I don't know why but since that moment you started to push me away and I remember that so clearly for some odd reason.
I could say that it felt like a summer fling but it happened from November till March. Then in April... you just started disappearing and how can somebody just disappear? I beat myself sensless since then. Crying and crying and crying and crying because I lost somebody special but it wasn't just that. I believed that somehow you thought I wasn't good enough to be in your life... or funny enough or that I was just too weird for you- I don't know. I just felt I was losing my mind over you. That you just left without saying anything... not even a goodbye. You just disappeared.
I worked those night shifts without you and I sat at the same table we sat, we met, we talking about pencils, us drinking red-bulls (some days you bought them for us, some days I bought them for us), you trying coconut chips and judging me for it, me getting you pistachios, me making no sense with a story because you just listened and I got lost because nobody listened that much to me... I didn't know where to eat because we spent time everywhere in that place. The stupid heater and you standing there looking at it like you had seen God. The bench where I sat and you stood, smoking. Some days I woke up and even though you weren't there, I smelled it and I took such a deep breath of it because I missed you so much. You making no sense by asking me why I don't smoke. Which is saved in my drawer of our weird conversations about how to fall asleep if you cannot sleep, how some scenes in horror movies are actually funny instead of scary, throwing up while high- which reminds me of the day we went to get burgers for us three and I paid and you looked at me and were like so confused of why. Well, I like to give to my friends and that is who I considered you to be for all those months.
I should have seen the red flags thought. The mood swings you got out of the blue, the tired eyes and the way you snapped at me sometimes, the hot and cold energy, the way you invited us to spend New Years but bailed, the invite to your birthday party and you bailed even though all of us got you a birthday present already... you said only pistachios from me would be fine... I didn't take that at all. Some people told me to get you a ring and I thought that was a bit too weird. It might look like I was proposing to you and you always were curious of what I got you for your birthday. I feel like you still are at some point. I got you matching Rick and Morty bucket hats... and pistachios because you don't eat sweets.
God, there are so many memories that place me back in that time. You telling me to must watch that show... my mask getting stuck to my brand new piercing and you helping me get it off... every time it got stuck to my hair. It got stuck just this week again and I thought of you and a rush of memories came with that but I just brushed it off. They don't affect me like they would... like they did when you left, I was working the same place where I was that day we were by ourselves. You drew on my shoes, every time we went on a break, Maria- I hope you still remember her because I do and she was the sweetest person. The grandma sweater that I adore, now it always hangs in my closet. My parfume- and the duck tape- OH! And my uniform that I drew on that same day. The cereal that sucks by the way. You have a terrible taste in cereal, which reminds me that you promised me a chicken burger and I had never recieved it from you.
And then I quit because I was so lost without you. I quit and I spent a month and a half gathering myself together. And the first night after I quit there, I met a great guy but by the end of the night I still thought of you. That was when I needed to start the whole letting go of you process that was going quite well... up until I thought of you out of the blue when I was blending strawberries and banana. I have no clue how you popped into my head like that but you did at times but this time making a smoothie had no connections to you- so I thought that maybe you were heavily thinking of me. Since then, you had been on my mind all the time. I went back to work and it was weird at first but I was okay. I wasn't crying on the bus back home, that's for one. Which meant that I was a step further than I was before but I still wanted to see you. I still wanted to see just a peek of you that you were alive. Maybe at the bus station, maybe at the path, maybe somewhere in my town but... the only day I didn't take the bus, my co-worker said she saw you. And I was shocked at first and I was mad that the only time I didn't take the bus, I could see you. Then she said you didn't really look well and I got upset because if I hate something more than sea food, it's hearing that somebody I used to care for a lot isn't doing well. I cried that day for you, after a long time but also decided that day that you're not my problem anymore. You're not a burden, you're not something I have to think of all the time... and I was glad I didn't see you that day because if I would, I'd be stuck again. I don't want to be stuck again... ever... because you mean a lot to me but not seeing you made you mean less to me. I know the moment we see each other again, you'll mean a lot to me again but I won't be emotionally attached like I used to be.
I moved on. I got over you. Something I didn't think I would. Back then when I was moving on, I was crying because I was moving on and I didn't want to. I loved memories of us, us in general. I missed your laugh and your smile and your eyes, your hair, your jacket, your jeans... just you but that's all they were becoming. Memories. All the people from my past start coming back to me and when they did, I just put you among them. You're behind. You're the past but a great yet complicated past.
And now there is somebody new in my life and I don't know where this will take us but he's great. He's stable and honest... and great. He sort of talks like you, which reminds me of you but he's not you and I like that about him. He's funny and smart and he likes books. He's got a really nice smile and he's interested in the same things I am. He keeps asking me questions and he listens to my answers. He's sweet and he also made me realise that I should really stop missing out on good things because of you.
You were a good thing in my life... up to a point you weren't anymore.
But now he's a good thing in my life and he makes promises he can keep. I love that about him...'
#this is my coping mechanism#Love#friendship#friends#strangers with memories i guess#stranger#moving on#Heartbreak
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his laugh, his smile, his eyes, him
I was supposed to do fanart for this but then I said fuck it and i’ll do it later but for now enjoy this messy shitbag of fluff all mashed into one.
The view outside is much nicer than working on my Maths revision.
The view, meaning Charlie Spring, walking back from his drum lessons.
Through the window of my classroom, I can see his expression. Eyebrows knitted together in concentration; mouth creased into a frown. Dark hair gently caught in the wind as he makes his way into the C corridor. My eyes follow him until he disappears through the doors.
Charlie spring is many things. Kind, smart, funny, careful and considerate. As generic as people would say that sounds, those things don’t feel generic to me. They feel more personal than that. It doesn’t make any sense.
Charlie’s different, in a way that makes my heart pound a bit more than it probably should.
And he makes me feel things too. Things I’ve never felt before. Things that I most likely wouldn’t feel if it was coming from one of my mates.
I’ve never felt that sudden rush of affection towards someone as hard as I do whenever I do something to make Charlie laugh. I’ve never paid so much attention as I have to Charlie’s smile, because the smile he does when he’s truly happy makes me notice the swelling tightness in my chest.
I’ve never taken so many side glances at someone in class just to feel that rush of emotion that I get whenever I look into Charlie’s bright blue eyes.
“Nick? You alright?”
I turn up towards the voice. (soft voice, a voice so familiar)
Charlie’s blue eyes are gazing down at me in question. (blue eyes, full of wonder)
“Hey! Yeah, yeah I’m alright.”
He smiles at me (a smile I can’t stop looking at) and takes his seat next to me. “What’s up? You looked a bit dazed.”
“Oh, I was just… I’ve got a bunch of revision for Maths that I have to start, and it is taking me a ridiculous amount of time to do it.” It’s not a complete lie, I really am not enjoying revising for this test. I keep getting distracted.
“That’s because you absolutely suck at maths.” The distraction in question laughs, and there it is. The rush of care towards him that I couldn’t and wouldn’t want to get rid of even if I tried.
“I do not suck at maths! It’s just challenging to me.” I lightly whack him with my textbook, earning another snicker of laughter out of him. “Besides, you can’t say anything. You’re better than maths at practically everyone in this class!”
He rolls his eyes. I feel the elated rush of emotions run through my body. “Well if you’re so sure about that then why don’t I help you with it? I can be your tutor.” He winks at me. Now the rush of emotions is hurling so fast through my body I can’t tell if I want to laugh or die.
“Ugh, never mind. Never say that to me again.” I shake my head while he starts snorting so hard and leaning against my shoulder for support. We start laughing so much that Mr Lange gives us a warning, but by the end of it we’re both quietly stifling laughs under our breaths.
Charlie wipes a tear from his eye. “Seriously though, you want help? I can do something this weekend if you want. Maybe on Saturday?”
“You’re sure?”
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I pass up another opportunity just to tease your math skills?”
I roll my eyes at him this time and thank him gratefully, and look back down at my maths textbook. But I’m not paying attention to the words I’m skimming over. My thoughts are tainted with distractions again; his laugh, his smile, his eyes.
Charlie and I decided to meet up in town, at a cafe called ‘Cafe Riviere’. The name soon made sense, because as I arrive at the cafe the next morning, I realise that there’s a river right next to it. Classic.
Charlie isn’t here yet. An old lady is behind the front counter, sweeping the floor. There are no other customers. At least it’ll be quiet.
I notice how nervous I am when I’m taking out my books at a table and my leg starts bouncing up and down anxiously. I sit for about 2 minutes staring at this antique clock places on the wall in thought, before I take out my phone and start scrolling through Instagram, only slightly paying attention to the actual posts and more so wondering why the fuck I’m so nervous. I’ve hung out with Charlie multiple times, and we’ve been friends for months. So why does everything feel so different? Why do I feel so different?
The doorbell chimes and Charlie walks through the door, wearing his signature skinny jeans and over-size green jumper. He turns his head towards me and smiles. “Hey!”
I let him take the seat next to me while the elderly lady working at the café comes up to us and asks me if I’d like anything to drink. I get a small iced tea, and when she asks Charlie, he politely declines. I try to ignore the sudden pounding in my chest that started as soon as Charlie literally stepped into the café.
As she walks away, I lean over to him. “How’d you find out about this place?”
Charlie shrugs. “Tori told me about it. I don’t think I’ve ever been here before, but she said it’s pretty nice. So, what are you working on at the moment?” He asks me as the lady has disappeared behind the counter, and peers into my textbook. “Revising Pythagoras’ theorem...Trigonometry...Okay, I can help you with that. I just finished that area a few months ago in class so it’s still fresh on the brain.”
The flush of relief from his words makes my shoulders a bit less tense. I jokingly prod at his cheek with my finger. “You are an absolute lifesaver.”
He laughs. I listen to his laugh a bit more than I probably should, and the sound rings in my ears for the next five minutes; while the elderly lady comes back with my drink, while Charlie starts to read over the textbook notes in silence, while he starts to ask about the parts of the subject that I remember. I fumble through my words, mainly because I don’t know how to tell him that I barely remember anything, but also because the sound of his laugh is still fluttering in my mind and I can barely think properly right now.
After a while, the sound fades and becomes like a distant memory. Charlie tilts his head and looks at me with his listening face, and he politely interrupts my string of ‘um’s and ‘uh’s. “You don’t remember a lot, do you.”
I feel my cheeks flush, and I smile sheepishly. “Yeah. Barely anything to be honest.”
I kind of expect him to jeer at me or take a piss at my obviously terrible maths skills, something one of my rugby mates would have done, but he just shrugs slightly and smiles. “That’s okay. We can run through the basics.” I should have expected nothing more than a kind, gentle answer from Charlie in all honesty.
Charlie is many things. Kind, smart, funny, sweet, careful and considerate. But what I didn’t realise is that he’s an extremely good teacher. He’s very good at explaining exactly what I need to, and I’m able to comprehend every word he says without falling behind. He checks if I understand what he’s talking about, gives examples and demonstrations, and he’s extremely patient whenever I’m trying to get the hang of something. In all honesty, he’s one of the best teachers I’ve ever had for a long time.
So, I tell him this, and he laughs again. The sound is as sweet as chimes lazily ringing on a breezy morning. “I don’t think so, but thank you anyway.”
“No seriously, you’re so good at explaining and you’re so patient! You could totally become a teacher if you wanted to.”
He rests his chin in his hand thoughtfully. “Hm… Maybe, but I don’t think it’s my thing. Besides, didn’t you say you wanted to become a teacher?”
“I mean yeah, but you have to have an understanding of year 11 maths for that, and at this rate, it’s not likely.”
“Oh, come on, I’m sure that’s not true. And by the end of this, I bet I can make you the next Einstein.” He laughs again, and once again I want to melt into a puddle of nothing as the sound of his laughter lights my entire body on fire. I laugh along with him and put my head down to my work so he hopefully can’t see how red my cheeks have gotten.
After another iced tea, a round of macarons, and a sandwich, the morning becomes noon, and I suggest to Charlie that we go back to my house. I told him that after a few hours of solid studying (and only a small amount of joshing around), I get kind of antsy, and that was mostly true. The other part of me wanted Charlie to come over so we could just lounge about and do absolutely nothing, because we do that a lot. And it’s pretty nice. I don’t think I’d be able to do that with my other friends. He’s different.
We start walking back to my house almost at the exact moment that it starts to rain. Luckily for me, I brought a waterproof jumper, but unluckily for Charlie; he’s shivering from the rain drenching through his knitted sweater. Its starts to rain even harder and at this point, I’m taking off my jacket and wrapping around Charlie without another thought.
He looks at me in the way no one has ever looked at me. Soft eyes, gentle expression, as if he was looking at me in wonder. It’s so hard to describe because it makes me feel like I’m going to fucking pass out with the rate that my heart is going at.
And now he’s taking my hand.
His hand is soft. It’s slightly damp from the rain, but I get a jolt of excitement that runs down my arm. I have no idea what the fuck is going on with me.
Then he smiles and starts running up the pavement. He’s still holding my hand, in fact even tighter than before, and he starts laughing, and I have no choice but to smile and laugh back because whenever I hear that sound it’s an immediate reaction to feel absolutely intoxicated with bliss.
We make it to my house, and I have to let go of Charlie’s hand to grab my keys and open the door. I feel a slight pang of disappointment, but then Charlie gasps and points down. “Your books!”
I look down, and my books are almost completely soaked. “Oh.”
“Ah, I’m so sorry! If you had your jacket you could have-” He starts to apologise because of course he does, because he’s Charlie, but I wave it off.
“It’ll be fine, seriously. It’s just paper, I can dry it off.”
It turns out most of the paper in my workbook is completely soaked, and the notes I made didn’t cope very well with getting wet.
“That’s what you get for using a fountain pen,” Charlie teases while turning over a few pages in my textbook to air them out.
I roll my eyes and smirk at him, “I told you, they make my handwriting look neat. Besides, I pretty much memorised what I learnt today, and everything else was useless anyway, so it’s not that big of a deal.”
He smiles at me. At this moment, in my living room next to the radiator, my eyes are glued to his smile. Not in a weird way, I just notice how his lips turn up slightly, and the soft crease on his skin, and his…dimples.
“You have dimples.”
Charlie’s smile fades and it’s replaced with a curious frown. “Yeah? What about them?”
“Oh, I just… I never noticed that you had them.” I feel the back of my neck turn warmer and I rub it nervously.
“Oh, yeah, almost everyone in my family has them. They’re not really special.”
“I like them.” The words are already out of my mouth before I could stop them, and by Charlie’s reaction, I think I fucked up. “I mean- uh, they look- they’re- they’re unique.”
Now it’s Charlie’s turn for his cheeks to burn red. But of course, he offers a smile of gratitude. “Thank you.’
We continue flicking the pages of my books back and forth next to the radiator.
We’re both silent, but it’s not awkward, it’s more like a moment in time where everything just feels right in the world, even though we’re just sitting here in comfortable silence. I think I could be doing absolutely anything with Charlie and feel this way. I can’t do this with anyone else. Only him.
At one point, Nellie makes a grand entrance and is all over Charlie with excitement, and Charlie is doing the thing with his face that I adore, where he scrunches up his face and grins so wide that his face would have to be sore after. While he’s giving Nellie rubs and cooing at her, I start thinking about the idea of living with Charlie in a small house with a dog so I could see him smile, and laugh, and hold his hand, and cook breakfast with him every morning and play video games and I never realised how much I wanted to hold his hand-
Without a chance to snap out of my daze, Nellie starts clambering on top of me and nearly pinning me down with all her weight. I can hear Charlie giggling hysterically next to me and I know that this is all I want. Everything feels right.
I almost have to wrestle Nellie off me because I literally can’t move, and I finally sit up. “Nellie’s getting kind of restless and excited, so we should probably take her for a walk. I think it’s stopped raining anyway.”
Charlie nods, and I get up to fetch the leash. We’re nearly out the door until I notice that Charlie’s hair is all over the place, so I move my hand up to his head and ruffle it out even more. He smiles, almost sheepishly, but it’s another smile that I can contentedly take in.
Nellie is taken off her leash, and she runs loose with the other dogs in the park. The sun is looming over the horizon with a yellow glow. There aren’t a lot more people here other than me and Charlie, but it’s damp and quite cold. I don’t really mind it, and I don’t think he does either. He’s walking with a bounce in his step. His blue eyes are twinkling from the sun’s gleam, and I realise how blue they actually are.
Like an idiot, I automatically say this out loud. “I never realised how blue your eyes were.”
A shade of red ends up creeping back onto his skin. “Ah- Tori and I get them from my mum. They probably just look really blue compared to my skin.”
“They’re beautiful.”
Jesus Christ. That’s something I never thought I’d do. Other than having a crush on a boy, I never thought I’d be so vocal about these kinds of things out loud, and I never thought I’d have no control about what comes out of my fucking mouth these days. I’ll be internally cursing myself from now on for the next few weeks.
Now Charlie stops in his tracks. He looks down, then he looks up at me scans my face, squinting his eyes thoughtfully.
I feel my skin prick with sheer embarrassment. “What?”
His eyes are getting closer and closer towards mine and I realise that he’s leaning towards me, and I’m actually leaning towards him as well, and now we’re closer than before and I think my brain is short-circuiting because I can’t think of anything else to do but stare into those eyes of his.
“I’m just… You’ve been complimenting me all day, and I’m trying to figure out something to compliment you back with.”
This takes me by surprise, but I don’t lean away. “So, you mean you don’t find all of me incredibly attractive.” I joke. I hope it sounded like a joke.
He snorts and laughs a bit, but it’s more nervous than amused. “That’s not what I meant; I mean I’m trying to figure out which part to compliment.”
This takes me incredibly by surprise and I genuinely don’t know what to say to this, but he’s already talking again with a start. “I know! Your big rugby arms.”
Now I laugh a fair bit as he smiles at me, but I can tell he’s still in thought. He’s still a few inches away from me. I could easily just take his hand again. I could make him laugh or smile or just stare into those eyes for the next 20 years. But Charlie’s not finished.
“Your laugh.”
“Hm?”
“I love your laugh.” Charlie remains serious. But he’s smiling gently and it’s a smile that makes me wonder how the fuck I ended up here, with this boy in this scenario. My heart is pounding incredibly fast.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. And your smile.” The closer he gets to me, the more his own smile starts to fade. My skin is burning hot. He’s looking into my eyes. “Your smile is one of the most charming I’ve ever seen.”
“Y-You think?” I can’t tell if he’s genuinely flirting with me or not because my brain has completely stopped working from how I can nearly feel Charlie’s breath near my lips.
“Yeah, yeah I do. And…Your eyes…” He’s staring deeply into my eyes. Very deeply.
I have never felt this before. I could never do this with Sai or Christian or anyone except Charlie. He’s different. He’s him. I don’t understand these feelings, I don’t understand what’s going on, and I don’t know if I ever will, but what I do know is that I genuinely could stay like this forever.
And I also know that Charlie is getting closer and closer towards my lips. I reach over to take his hand, but before I can, I feel a wet, slimy surface brush against my fingers, and I jolt away from Charlie and look down to see Nellie in front of us with a stick, her tongue out happily. She barks, and her tail wagging so hard it might fall off. I am extremely unforgiving to the exact timing of this moment.
I sigh, take the stick from her and throw it, almost as far as I can, but when I turn towards Charlie again the glimmer in his eyes are gone, and the moment that we were having has disintegrated into nothing.
But he still ends up laughing anyway, which makes me laugh. He smiles, looks into my eyes,
And he takes my hand.
And we continue walking until the sun sets.
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First Line Game
Rules: list the first line of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). see if there are any patterns, choose your favourite opening line, and then tag 10 of your favourite authors!
I was tagged by @rabentochter and @ehtarwrites thank youu ❤
1. Choices (Loki/Tony Stark, E, 11k but unfinished)
They were friends.
2. Snapshots (Loki/Tony Stark, T, 1k)
Maybe, Loki thinks, he should give Natasha his explicit permission to hit him if he ever even thinks about touching a drink again.
3. Haywire (Loki/Tony Stark, T, 9k)
Thor has, once again, gone completely insane.
4. Usually (Loki/Tony Stark, T, 1k)
Usually, Tony has some sort of relentless, at times admittedly self-destructive "finish the job, no matter what it takes" mentality.
5. Infinite Potential (Loki/Tony Stark, T, 17k)
He climbed up the ladder and into the attic, letting out a sigh of both relief and exhaustion.
6. Shut Up (Loki/Tony Stark, E, 3k)
There were four of them.
7. Part of Something (Loki/Tony Stark, M, 8k)
Somebody tosses his bag over to him so that it's lying on the dirty ground by his feet and somebody else comes and gives him a jacket that isn't his, and then somebody gives him a woolen hat although they look like they would rather give him a punch in the face, and so it goes on and on and all the while Tony thinks it's odd how quickly us can turn into me and them.
8. Complicated Things (Loki/Tony Stark, T, 2k)
The first time he sees Loki, Tony is so drunk that he can't remember the theorem of Pythagoras, which is not only the most embarrassing thing about the encounter, but also the most embarrassing moment of his whole life.
9. The Nine (Loki/Tony Stark, E, 24k)
Anthony is used to seeing high-ranked citizens of Asgard in his smithy.
10. Talk to Me (Loki/Tony Stark, T, 1k)
After months of doing it, acting like Loki can't hear anything has become second nature.
11. MMIH (Loki/Tony Stark, T, 5k, collab with @rabentochter so credit for this line goes to her!)
It had taken Loki only nine years to realise that he didn’t want to be a fisherman forever.
12. Thinking Further (Loki/Tony Stark, E, 1.5k)
Sometimes, Tony wonders how Loki gets his ideas.
13. Get Them Boys High (Loki/Tony Stark, T, 5k, also a collab with @rabentochter and I think she wrote this line too?)
Becoming a revenger was something Loki had never dared to dream of.
14. Dream of Me (Loki/Tony Stark, M, 1k)
It’s not nice.
15. Every Day (Loki/Tony Stark, G, 1k)
The water hurts.
16. Therefore I Am (Loki/Tony Stark, M, 7.5k)
There is a very, very weird sound echoing through the empty house.
17. Size Matters (Loki/Tony Stark, T, 3k, aand another collab with @rabentochter 💕)
Tony had heard a lot of bullshit in his days.
18. No More Questions (Loki/Tony Stark, T, 2k)
They are all there when the spell hits, and seeing Loki go down is such an unusual sight that Tony's stomach plummets until it feels like it's sitting somewhere between his ankles.
19. Notwen (Loki/Tony Stark, E, 50k, I stole this line from Heathers though)
Well, fuck me gently with a chainsaw, Tony thinks numbly.
20. Vita Nova (Aziraphale/Crowley, M, 93k)
Crowley woke up groggy, like he had somehow forgotten to sober up.
Uhhh patterns.... I think I'm fond of shortish opening lines? Most of the time? I don't think there's anything else they have in common 😆My favourites are probaby 3, 7 and 19!
Also I'm celebrating everyone who writes. I guess. I'm too tired for more😆
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why hello there, thank you for sticking around. i thought i would uh, talk a little bit more about some theoretical concepts i did not talk about in the main video, just for time reasons. you know, if i- (slight chuckle) - talked about all the stuff i wanted to in the main video, it would've been way too boring, way too dry, and in this more, uh, informal, off-the-cuff aspect, i might inject a little bit of uh, levity and wit.
so, here we go. so there's something called the "anhemitonic pentatonic scales". and in a- an ann ene he mt ito ncic pentantoci dsfjsd - jeez, i can't talk... in those scales, you don't have half steps. anhemitonic- no half steps. major pentatonic scale's anhemitonic. minor pentatonic scale's anhemitonic. and they're really awesome for us, and we use them because they're anhemitonic.
half steps are kinda hard to work with. now, the major scale has two half steps, it has them between b and c and it has them between e and f, but it doesn't have consecutive half steps. why's that important? well, you hear all this harmony, all this sounds nice! and one of the reasons why it sounds nice is because in none of those scales and in no combination of anything, really, can you ever have consecutive half steps. if you ever had a scale that has consecutive half steps, like maybe [blues scale sound], the c blues scale, you couldn't really use some of the chords in that. for example, this chord, if i used this- those are all notes from the c blues scale. it sounds... well, i wouldn't say horrible, it sounds really crunchy. mmmmmmmrrmmm. yeahhhh.
and those-[slight chuckle]- those sorts of scales which have consecutive half steps might not be great for harmony. so, what i wan-wanted to try and do, is i wanted to try and create a compendium of all of the scales that would be good for harmony. all of the seven note scales that would be good for harmony. a- uhhhhh.... and basically that would mean that, you know, wouldn't contain consecutive half steps. so. major scale... does not contain conse-consecutive half steps. other scales which don't contain consecutive half steps include... [facecam shrinks] the melodic minor scale, the harmonic minor scale, and then also a little-used one which is called the harmonic major scale. you might not have heard of that, but it goes like this- [major scale b6 sound] it's the major scale, with the flat... uhh, flat 6. yes. the flat 6. (clicking, lip smacking)
so i'm 'onna lower these, i'm 'onna minimize these... (sibelius pages are minimized)... so... let's talk a little bit more about that dorian brightness stuff, and then we'll go into all of the other scales which do not have consecutive half steps. um... the dorian scale's really interesting, for a lot of reasons. one, you know, the stuff that i talked about in this video, because if you take this dorian brightness idea, take all of these scales and relate them into-back to dorian, in terms of how many notes are changed... back to dorian, uhhhmmm... it inverts to the opposite polarity. so lydian inverts to locrian, you can see right there, ionian to phrygian, mixolydian to aeolian, et cetera. (inhale) there's some other things that are interesting about dorian, (lip smack), uhmmmm... it's radially symmetric... to the perfect fifth. what the hell do i mean by that? okay, radally... ray-dee-ah-lee symmetric. (inhale). if i take a c, and then i build up a perfect fifth up from the c, and then build a perfect fifth down from the c, i have the notes... f and g. so far, i have these three notes. c, f, and g. [quintal chord sound].
if i do that again, if i take an f.... which was down here, but i've just sort of jumped up here, and build down a..... fifth... i get a b flat... if i take that g... im gonna move it up down here and then move up a perfect fifth... i have a d! so far, we have the notes c, d, f, g, b flat. if we do that process one last time, we take the b flat, do a perfect fifth down from the b flat, we get an e flat, and then we take the d and do a perfect fifth up from the d, we get an a... all of the sudden... we have a dorian scale! oh my gooooosh!
so we say that d- d.... or, sorry, dorian... is radally... radially symmetric, and oddly enough, thats also how the pythagorean tuning comes about... pythagoras of yes, the pythagorean theorem, came up with this... with this method of tuning scales based upon perfect fifths going out in opposite directions, and he basically would create a dorian scale... so, dorian as sort of the basis of harmony and the basis of brightness and balance, and this sort of weird system.. has a long history. it goes back to the ancient greeks. and if you, like, listen to it, just sort of with an ear for brightness, an ear for like, light and dark, the beginning of the scales kinda dark... and then it kinda lightens up a bit towards the top... so its a nice yin-yang balance of bright on top, and sort of dark on the bottom. aweseome.
okay, so dorian as the center of the major scale is awesome, but it gets a little bit more deep than that... because, if i take up the melodic minor scale, bring this stuff up... (slight pause, lip smack)... you see all this stuff? this is all the brightness back to dorian... in other words, these are all the notes that you need to change in lydian #5, which is the third mode of the melodic minor, in order to get dorian.. in this direction. (breath)... and here's the interesting thing, it also inverts like this. going back to dorian! so lydian #5 inverts to locrian b4... the opposite polarity, again, this is all arranged by brightness relative back to dorian in the major scale. hmmmmm.... interesting.... (breath)... um.... the plot is thickening a little b
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