Reblog to equip Asexuals for the invasion of Denmark.
Inktober 2020 by Daria Rashev
how does it feel to be the rat grinders in that final fight
building up to a ritual you've spent the last year on, angry and tired and expending effort on this one thing so that you might finally get the recognition, the accolades you think you deserve. being special for once, in the face of a party of legend. of oracles and saints, angels and devils, great wizards and bards, inheritors of family legacy and tragedy alike who all seem to skate.
having to work hard in the shadows because you took the easy path and yet have to catch up with these people who so easily belittle you. seeing them rake in the benefits of popularity, running on a platform of flimsy ideas instead of true policy and yet still they have the school dancing to their tune. it's for the ritual, but the ache of it stings as they call you out again and again, laughing in your face for wanting something.
so much work, so much research, traveling and hiding for months as the bad kids are lauded and pass the year with a bullshit exam that you fail to rig against them, catching you in a moment of chance even as they survive what would kill you easily.
seeing them (her) haunt your dreams and die on your front lawn, forever chasing after someone who never existed in the first place. they imitate what they've seen of you. she disappears and yet is there to strike you down because the girl you think you could love hates you with all of her being.
being used by your teachers against your rivals and yet somehow they are nicer, closer to them than to you. more angry about their success, more invested in their progress.
summoning your full force, putting your family in danger, finally getting one over on them (her) only for them to be struck from the sky and thrown in your face as an insult.
seeing them going to work simply to decimate you and strike you down, with less power than you but more tenacity, more stamina, more true experience earned in the wide world. not knowing what to do as they do so with ease, dancing through the lava and flames with nary a thought but your destruction.
seeing them survive and bounce back from the attacks that struck down lucy. they didn't need rage to get here. they didn't need a nameless goddess, or midnights in the forest with monsters, spreading crystals in the dirt for a pieces of a plan years in the making.
18 seconds in and three of you are dead. there's no rage crystal that can save you this time. there's only blood and fire on the floorboards and the bad kids coming in for the glory again. they don't care that you're kids in their class.
with every moment it becomes clear that you are no longer people to them, just obstacles, failed investments, minor villains in their heroic journey.
was it worth it?
Whoaaaa
That snail is FAST
If snails are so slow, why don’t we ever see them coming? It’s like….boom there’s a snail
This comes from a very long list of alternative phrases and words that was used to create “a program that will insert condescending adverbial phrases before any statement in a math proof”. But use it where you will - I’m sure other fields can benefit. Tag yourself, I’m “By abstract nonsense“.
By circular reasoning we see that
There is a marvellous proof (which is too long to write here) that
Figure 2 (not shown here) makes it clear that
It is beyond the scope of this course to prove that
Only idealogues and sycophants would debate whether
The Math Gods demand that
For legal reasons I am required to disclose that
Remember the basic laws of common sense:
Life is too short to prove that
All the cool kids know that
Wherefore said He unto them,
With God as my witness,
As a great man once told me,
Galois died in order to show us that
It pleases the symmetry of the world that
Mama always told me
By Euler
By Fermat
I know it, you know it, everybody knows that
You of all people should realize that
The proof is left to the reader that
We need not waste ink in proving that
It would be an insult to my time and yours to prove that
I shudder to think of the poor soul who denies that
We don’t want to deprive the reader of the joy of discovering for themselves why,
Barring causality breakdown, clearly
Through the careful use of common sense,
According to prophecy,
This won’t be on the test, but
When one stares at the equations they immediately rearrange themselves to show that
If I’ve said it once I’ve said it a thousand times,
Our forefathers built this country on the proposition that
By abstract nonsense,
My father told me, and his father before that, and his before that, that
The burden of proof is on my opponents to disprove that
The voices insist that
Assuming an arbitrary alignment of planets, astrology tells us
My attempt at a story. DW if it's confusing, good stuff incoming
Amazing Fanart of Nisekoi
fun fact about me is that when i was a kid id write capital E’s with as many of those little horizontal lines as possible and id call them ladder E’s and adults fucking hated them
???? People are shipping Riz??? With whom????? Please tell me it's not the four dogs villain girl I swear-
NO NO NO WERE ARE NOT DOING THIS RIZ IS ARO ACE HE DOES NOT HAVE A CRUSH ON ANYONE
I WILL PUT YOU IN A ROOM WITH GREEN HEAVEN PLAYING ON REPEAT UNTIL YOU STOP WITH THE RIZ SHIPPING
Cuz that's the only way it can listen to Smash Mouth
“Even if there is only one possible unified theory, it is just a set of rules and equations. What is it that breathes fire into the equations and makes a universe for them to describe? The usual approach of science of constructing a mathematical model cannot answer the questions of why there should be a universe for the model to describe. Why does the universe go to all the bother of existing?”
— Stephen Hawking, A Brief History of Time
O my Rubber Nen, I beseech you. Spring to life after my death, pump my heart. My Lungs! Stroke me all over! Revive me
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