#hands-on math fun

[presswoodterryryan]

🚪 Secret Doors and Hidden Worlds: The Math of Mazes and Portals 💻🌟🐰

By Alice Have you ever found a secret door in your house? I just did! And guess what? It was locked with math! It all started when Mr. Fluffernutter’s fluffy ears twitched. “Alice,” he whispered, “I think your room is hiding a secret!” I gasped. “A secret? What kind of secret?” Fluffernutter pointed his paw at the corner of my bookshelf, where a tiny sliver of golden light peeked through. My…

[sharffffff]

Pangi felt silly. After all the effort they went to to get this cure, after many near-death - and in the case of Lukey, death - experiences with the wardens, after filling the catalyst with souls of more types of creatures than he even realized existed in this world, after actually trying some cure prototypes already with varying degrees of success - it was now, that they were one step away from the solution, he decided to get cold feet. Why now, if he was so ready to get cured just a couple of days ago, when Aimsey was throwing all these concoctions at him? They were as likely to work then - in his eyes, at least - as they are to work now, so why is he so scared of it? He could see the worried look in his friends’ eyes, he felt like he wanted to be cured, to be rid of this corruption, to get the memories from the book to feel like his own - so why couldn’t he? Why was he so afraid?

He knew why. He was afraid that regaining his memories, that becoming their Pangi - that it would mean the death of this Pangi. The death of himself. A person is the combination of their memories, and if he gets them back - would he even be himself? Would he even still exist? Or would it be another, different Pangi, the one that he was before all this - with him that he is now seizing to be? Or would it be someone else entirely? The combination of the two, one who has the memories of both but isn’t either? Pangi was scared to find out, and even as he heard the others call out to him, he kept spiraling down this pit of fear, unsure if this was actually how he wanted to proceed, his vision getting blurry, breath hastening, until-

Pangi’s vision cleared, focusing entirely on his hand - or rather, the fact that Lukey was holding it, trying to calm him down. This one gesture, this one show of affection almost made him break down on the spot, break the shell he had spent the past four years building - because on Lifesteal, showing emotional vulnerability is more dangerous than anything else, and getting killed is far less impactful than getting betrayed - and now, he almost lost it because of this… of this hamster? 

He knew the past him was close to him - he was told so, he has read so, but he didn’t know just what he could’ve ever seen in Lukey - but apparently it was something he saw again, even if he couldn’t pinpoint it exactly. He knew he shouldn’t let this continue, that he should jerk the hand away, that he should build up more and more walls to make sure he doesn’t seem vulnerable - but he didn’t. He let the hand stay, just looking at it for a second that felt like an eternity, before averting his gaze. He could almost hear Aimsey snicker behind him, and his tail curled a bit in slight embarrassment, but as much as he refused to believe it, this gesture… helped. He was no longer afraid, and it was so stupid that it worked. It shouldn’t have worked. Pangi hated it. 

“Hey, it’s going to be alright. Just one last step, and you will have the memories back, and you’ll be cured- if you still want it.” Pangi hated just how soft Lukey’s voice was, he hated that he was afraid, he hated that he wanted this cure - but bore the risk of losing himself if he were to take it. Everything about this felt wrong, and he didn’t know if it was the corruption within him speaking or if it was his genuine feelings - and he hated this fact, too. This would never have happened on Lifesteal, and it felt like almost being farmed for hearts by Zam was better than this. 

And it hurt. It hurt because of how much Lukey cared about him - but Pangi felt like he cared about the past him, the him that he once knew, not the him that was standing in front of him now. Would he care as much if he never knew a different Pangi, if this was the only version he ever saw? He hoped the answer would’ve been yes, but was scared of a possibility of it being no. He had the jealous urge to say no to the cure, but that didn’t make much sense - that Pangi was still him, and he was still that Pangi. He wanted the memories back, he wanted to be free from corruption - even if it felt wrong to say, even if his entire being craved to run away from the cure, he knew it wasn’t him thinking that. And it felt weird, not being in control of some of his own thoughts.

“Y-yeah, I still want this, I still want the cure. You died for it! It would be weird to back down now, and- and I want those memories to feel like my own. Let’s just- Let’s just get it done with quick, before my mind is changed for me.”

The quick glances Aimsey and Lukey shared was enough evidence for Pangi that they understood what he meant, understood that the corruption was fighting to stay while he wanted it gone. And so they went to work, Pangi feeling a slight disappointment as Lukey let go of his hand, but quickly chasing it away as something to dwell on later, not now. Not like he had that much time to dwell on it now - the cure prototype, hopefully the last one, was done, held in Aimsey’s hand - hurting them, but it wasn’t like they cared - they were beaming with hope and happiness, ready to have their friend back - and as much as Pangi wanted to be upset over it, he wanted to be back too, he wanted to be himself, to have his memories, to know everything that happened to him without having to rely on a stupid book - and it’s not like he would be gone because of this. It would still be him, just… more. 

As Pangi turned around so the vial wouldn’t be dodged, he felt it hit him, shaking him to his entire core. It worked, he knew it worked, as the corruption was fighting against his body to try and stay, to try and persist. But he also knew something else, something he suspected, something that was oh so ironic now considering how much he feared it just seconds ago. And as he was bent in half from the pain piercing his body as the last sentient presence of corruption withered away, leaving only the broken shell behind, devoid of color and life, he couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh, startling Aimsey and Lukey who were here, trying to help him. 

“It worked, it sure worked,” he snarled through the pain that soon gave way to numbness. “But I don’t think that cure was the last step to getting cured.” A weak smile appeared on his face as he straightened up, knowing what had to be done next. This body couldn’t persist, it was barely even a body anymore - and to be cured, to have an ability to live, he had to die first. He needed a new body, and there was only one way to get it. 

“What? What is the last step, then? How- how can we help you?” Lukey’s voice was still as soft even as he was panicking, trying to figure out a way to keep Pangi alive, seeing just how much this cure was hurting him. Aimsey, however… Aimsey’s eye met Pangi’s, and they gave him a slight nod of understanding. 

“Oh, Pangi… Are you sure we have to do it?”

Pangi was sure. He was already putting all his stuff away in the chest, carefully taking off armor and numerous belts full of potions, as well as all the other mess scattered around his inventory, while Lukey was still throwing confused glances between Aimsey and Pangi - he understood what was happening, but refused to acknowledge it. He wanted to save Pangi, and him having to die to be saved… it just felt counter-productive.

“Do what?! What do you guys know that I don’t?! Pangi- Pangi doesn’t have to die, we can find a different way to save him, we-��

“Lukey, this body is gone anyway. The cure can’t magically return that has been destroyed… It has to happen. So…” Pangi turned back to the chest for a second, before taking out a crossbow and a stack of arrows - the same crossbow that once took Lukey’s life, now given to him to take Pangi’s. “Would you like to get your payback? I’d rather it be you than going to the fishtank to drown or dying to a zombie, hah!” 

The look of distress on Lukey’s face deepened, and as he took the crossbow in his hands what felt like unwillingly, he couldn’t help but notice just how much they trembled. “I- You know I never took a life before, I- Do we have to do this? Is there no other way? Can’t we find a way to save you- Can’t we do anything?”

“You’ve already done everything you had to do. Now it’s my turn to do something, and that part is very easy - I just have to die.” Pangi smiled again, putting his hands on top of Lukey’s hands, helping him aim the crossbow straight at his heart. “Just one arrow, it should be enough. I know you can do it, so please - just pull the trigger. Allow me to come back.”

Lukey’s hands still trembled, kept steady only by Pangi’s, but he nodded - he understood it had to be done, even if he hated the fact that he couldn’t save him. No matter how much Pangi would tell him that he did, the loss of even one life was too much. But- It had to be done. He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger - crossbow being so close to Pangi’s body that he could feel the arrow going through, and then another, and another. Pangi was wrong, it took far more than one to kill him, but his hands remained on top of Lukey’s until it was done, and he didn’t even flinch as the barrage of arrows did their thing, only letting go once the last breath escaped his body - before crumbling to dust in Lukey’s hands. And only once he was gone Lukey allowed himself to break down, Aimsey there to comfort him, despite needing comfort themself.

***

When Pangi woke up, he wasn’t back at his spawn point in the lab - but he wasn’t expecting to be there. He half expected to woke up here, in the Null, before the life left his body - after all, he heard that many have found themselves here after a reset, and even if this death wasn’t a reset… it might as well have been. He wouldn’t be able to answer the question of “which” Pangi he was - he had memories of both, he was both, and neither of them were not him at the end of the day - just the one that he was for the past few weeks didn’t have the full picture. Can he really be the old Pangi if he has lived through experiences that the old one hasn’t? If he was a philosopher, he’d try to answer these questions, but thankfully it was easier to just ignore them. And the familiar sound would distract him from those thoughts anyway.

“Hey, Newt… Sorry I didn’t hold onto myself for him for longer. I tried, I really did, but it spreads faster than you think. Maybe if I held on for longer, he wouldn’t have lost that life in the ancient city… Or maybe he would. Won’t stop me from blaming myself.”

The hooded figure took a step - if these slight teleportations that Keepers did could be called steps - closer to Pangi, as if to look in his eyes, but stopped and turned around. 

“You promised him you would protect him… you wouldn’t let him die again… And yet you did.” Newt’s words hurt, but Pangi knew he was right. He broke the promise he made to Lukey - even if he didn’t remember that promise at the time, he still broke it. But before Pangi could even reply, Newt’s words pierced his mind again. “I won’t blame you for that… He was reckless, you almost died too… But at least you got the cure, that’s what matters. Take care of him…” 

Newt moved again, just a couple of meters further, and Pangi moved closer and nodded. “I will. I’ll try to, anyway. Oh, shit! Could you send me back? I just- I just realized just how bad that must have looked in chat, if there’s a whole army on the search to kill him for killing me now, I really need to return before-”

Pangi didn’t even manage to finish the sentence before waking up in the bed he set in the lab right before dying, right next to Aimsey and Lukey, who seemed startled by his sudden appearance minutes after he was supposed to be there. But before he could explain anything, he noticed something clutched in his hand - a piece of amethyst, the same lucky charm he once unwittingly threw away, and a piece of paper. “You lost it once, don’t lose it again.”

And then he was swept away in a hug, free of corruption, free of the nagging desire to spread it, free of the memory loss - and free to cry as he is embraced by the two people closest to him, the two people happy to see that their efforts were not for nothing. Free to finally let himself cry.

[lemurballing]

This is stupid:

buuuut it still works cause tangle is awesome :] i direct you to issue 37, where tangle does this:

at face value, heck yeah!! using her tail as a pulley system to tie up the boat?? so clever :) (and being able to wrap her tail around all that after the boat starts falling, before it loses much height - that’s very fast, accurate tail extension! what if she’d accidentally bonked her tail into any of those metal beams down there instead of going between them? she wouldn’t have made it in time if she did bonk!)

but you look closer… and it might not be that clever. in fact, it looks like a mistake.

(at the dark purple question mark, her tail’s path isn’t very clear. i went with ‘repeating the pattern’ around a part of the boat we couldn’t see in blue, which would then wrap around at the angle you see her tail stretch left, out from the question mark.)

it’s wrapped around the whole boat, so where’s the problem…?

the problem is: leverage (or whatever the word is for pulleys & ropes).

in the leftmost diagram, we see the dots - the anchor points of the rope - are at equal height. at a resting point, they will both hold the weight up with their own material integrity; that is, it will stay at the resting height unless the material breaks.

in the middle diagram, the ‘anchor point’ for the right rope has moved lower; the bar it holds the weight up towards is far lower, and the excess is wrapped over to tie to the ground. again, at resting position, it will remain there while the material holds.

in the right diagram, the rope arrangament is the same as the middle one, but now we’re applying pull force to bring the weight upwards. at this level, due to where the right rope is ‘anchored’ on the bar, no matter what force is applied, it cannot raise the weight any higher than that bar - only the rope on the left could pull it higher, or support its weight in a higher position.

applied to this situation:

the blue sections are parts where tangle’s tail can support the boat just by wrapping around and staying in place, pretty much; it’s a net woven around that just needs to not slip. the orange sections are where the only provable anchor point above the boat is tangle herself! (and i will note that the way she’s holding her tail here, her tail is almost certainly not the limb doing most of the pulling - for it to angle so much before and after her grip on it, it can’t be tensed. to better clarify - if you have long hair, and something pulls on your hair, it pulls your scalp. unless you grab your hair with a hand and pull it closer to your scalp, and then all the active tension is redirected through your arms.)

which means that for the boat to stay where it is - above the ‘blue level’ - tangle is actively pulling it higher! pulling the entire weight of the boat up.

so how hard is this - how heavy is the boat? in this panel, it looks like a relatively small boat; maybe a dinghy? dinghies can have those ribbed sides, and are generally round, and it could weigh somewhere between 100-200lbs, and be a little tough to carry…

nope! it is some type of motor boat (perhaps a skiff). you can see a propeller under the ‘cinch’, so it has a motor… and if you look at the rest of the page, it has at least 7 seats (presumably 8), so it has to be large enough to hold at least 7 people!

i’m not acquainted with boats so i had to do some digging - and most of the ones i found at first had consoles/raised walls/less seats than this one, which weren’t exactly a fair weight comparison. i also didn’t want to try to calculate precisely how long this boat is, since the angles are off and hard to calculate from this perspective.

so, instead i looked at a few different types of boat to get rough estimated of weights, and then i’d roughly downsize that based off estimates of how much smaller a boat for ~3ft people needs to be!

i went through a handful of similar motorboats (mostly 1-4 people, but with added physical features to add weight) and found weights between 1,000lb to 2,000lb depending on length (18-22+ feet). a yamaha 195S is 19’5” long, and 2,509lb - but a nitro z18 is 18’8” and 1,700lb. the only good visualizers i found were charts for what motor horsepower to use for what length and weight:

so it was super hard to get a good estimate of the weight here!! like super hard!! so i’m just doing a vague whatever conservative estimate and someone else can do proper math!!!

if you half the length to a presumed 10ft long - which i’m not sure is properly long enough for this boat, i’d guess somewhere between 12-15ft - and then quarter the 20ft weight to try to account for the square-cube law, you get a guesstimate of a boat weighing about 500lb. if you’re conservative with it, maybe 400lb?

which, to keep from tipping out away from the metal cradle, lowering to the level of tangle’s tail wrapped around underneath, & be held upright as tangle is doing, has to be fully supported - and as noted earlier, without real assistance from tangle’s tail’s strength, this is just her arms.

now, you could assume tangle simply wrapped that mystery segment of tail around the cradle bar she’s standing on, and this would allow much more of the boat’s weight to be supported by her tail’s structure… but it’d have to be an awkward angle for her tail to do that and it to not be visible next to her feet or in the empty space to the right, which would also put some more of the strain on her arms/body instead of her tail, so she’d stil be doing a lot!

and especially if you estimate the boat closer to 12-15ft, which is closer to 600-750lb, that gets crazier…

PLUS the fact that she had to hold that weight up for at LEAST as long to ask them to hurry & tie the boat up, AND as long as it took for the others to actually work something up/fix the cradle to hold the boat and relieve tangle of it.

conclusion: this is canon

[fortune-maiden]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji/Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian Characters: Wei Ying | Wei Wuxian, Lan Zhan | Lan Wangji, Jiang Cheng | Jiang Wanyin, Jin Zixuan, Jiang Yanli, Nie Huaisang, Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao, Lan Huan | Lan Xichen, Nie Mingjue Additional Tags: Crack, Humor, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Set vaguely during the phoenix mountain hunt, just don't think about the timeline or canon at all, this is just me having some silly fun, Shapeshifters - Freeform, Dopplegangers, Phoenix Mountain Night Hunt Competition (Modao Zushi), Inspired by Dungeon Meshi's shapeshifter episode, Hijinks & Shenanigans, frankencanon

Summary:

“I’ve already figured it all out, but I’m not going to be a peacock about it,” the fourth Wei Wuxian said with a wide grin, which in the real one's opinion should have immediately outed him as a fake (he was not that provocative!), but the Jiang Chengs, the Jiang Yanlis, the Nie Huaisangs, the Lan Wangjis, and Jin Zixuan all shared a look.

Or, in which the Phoenix Mountain Hunt gets even more chaotic when someone sets a several-thousand-year-old fox demon loose.

It's going to be a long afternoon...

(Inspired by Dungeon Meshi)

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SO ABOUT THOSE DUNGEON MESHI SHAPESHIFTERS :D

I needed this xD

One day I will probably do more thoughtful/serious takes on the shapeshifters, but for now I need my crackfic fix :D

[averlym]

no one would notice if i ever vanished // if bodies could sustain // this never-ending army // like blood pumping through a vein

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:OOO hello. anyway since these are all posters i'd have in an ideal world or smth and i'd like to store the high res versions somewhere,,, here's the google drive folder for them? hehe ''

close up!

[beigetiger]

SO, I was working with some nontransitive dice, also known as conman dice, to see if they actually work as intended.

The way that they work is that each pair of dice has a colour associated with it. Each pair has also been manipulated so that it is MORE likely to have a higher average than two numbers (only exceptions are red and green, red is strong against three numbers and green is only strong against one), and is LESS likely to beat two other numbers. There are five pairs overall. Those pairs are red, purple, yellow, green, and blue. Here is a helpful diagram I picked up off the internet.

The way that they work is that each dice has only three possible combinations: a high number, a low number, and a number that is an average of those two. Because the lowest number is always ten lower than the highest number, the middle number will always be five lower than the highest number. How this is manipulated is that some numbers have a higher possible highest number, but dice with a lower highest possible number have said number appear on more sides, balancing it out.

As I said, each dice pair has three possible numbers. Red can make 8, 13, or 18. Purple can make 2, 7, or 12. Yellow can make 6, 11, or 16. Green can make 0, 5, or 10. And blue can make 4, 9, or 14.

So I was curious to see how well they worked, so I did a little experiment where I rolled each pair 100 times and put it all into a table so I could average it out at the end. It is inevitable that at least one number will go against it’s expected statistic, since in actual practice it is impossible to have the numbers go in a perfect loop like what is shown in the statistics.

And so I did that. Red averaged 9.5, purple averaged 9.3, yellow averaged 8.95, green averaged 8.25, and blue averaged 10.6.

So in the end, the outlier was blue. If you put it against the table though, every single other colour did exactly as predicted. Which was honestly not an outcome I was totally expecting.

So overall, experiment success! Mathematics has once again proven itself to me and now I have a very fun set of dice. Maybe I’ll do a repeat experiment at some point to see how often each colour is the outlier, but for now I’m gonna rest because god, my arm really hurts.

[akkivee]

the dh seiyuu’s colour coordination went crazy during the mtc dh rhyme anima event lmao

[themontessoriacademyofarlington]

Early Childhood - Hundred Board Extension

The Hundred Board is a familiar Montessori material used to help students understand numerical order and patterns. Typically, students place tiles numbered 1 to 100 in sequence on the board. However, in this extension activity, this student is creatively exploring the concept of diagonal patterns. She carefully places the tiles diagonally, starting from 1 and progressing to 100. After arranging the tiles, she writes the numbers down on paper that has a matching grid. By engaging in this diagonal arrangement and transcription, she discovers new patterns and relationships between numbers, further reinforcing her understanding of numerical order and enhancing her fine motor skills.

[kooki914]

Given that the collection has 151,406 words, if you turned it into one book it wouldn’t be a novel, it would be an epic

Ok so while I'd love to let this blindly stroke my ego, I do have to point out that the Spadesgore collection technically doesn't meet the criteria for an epic novel, I think? Like, not only does an epic require actual high stakes of epic proportions, but the collection was also never technically intended to be one huge thing. If it were turned into a book it'd probably be multiple, like a romance series where each subsequent entry is longer than the last for seemingly no good reason. And the fics themselves wouldn't be individual books, they'd be more like... chapters. This is a really bad analogy let me explain myself-

Since I started expanding the first fic, I planned for the series to be split into Arcs™. Basically, the story is all one continuous thing and belongs in one collection, but by the way the fics are planned/written, they (thus far) follow three major arcs. The first arc, the light world arc, lasts from "A talk by the lake" and concludes with "A series of very, very fortunate events" (about 40,157 words total). The second arc is the dark world arc, which begins with "Sleepy words" and ends with "Surprisingly perfect" (109,904 words in total, thanks in no small part to the beast that is "Royalty"). If turned into books, I'd want those individual arcs to be split into individual books, technically able to stand on their own but following the same overarching story. The third arc (which I don't have a name for yet oops) just got kicked off with "A kind of daydream, but don't call it that" and will encompass the next approx twenty-something fics (whenever I get around to writing them) that I have planned out that (somewhat) neatly wrap up most of the remaining threads I want to explore with these two.

I say most because there's stuff I might want to write for the collection even after that - ideas I left unexplored for the sake of time and cohesion - or even stuff concerning my other Spadesgore AUs that we aren't even factoring into the full word count (yet) that could get their own standalone expansions outside the collection (looking at you, demon AU). All of that is, however, majorly dependent on two factors. 1) how exhausted I feel with the concept of the Spadesgore collection after the third arc is finished, and 2) how I end up feeling about the next chapters of Deltarune. (Though I'll be honest the second point is a LOT less important than the first LMAO)

So, yeah! Thank you for the ask that let me segway into rambling about my godforsaken fic series structure, and I hope you look forward to the next entries in the collection as much as I do!

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

This post might help give more context<3

Tldr: this takes place in a someone lived/not everyone died part 5 au, where Muro, Bruno, Cherry [one of my ocs representing another group in Passione] and Risotto are negotiating the future of Passione. And i have just finalized that Muros mother and Cherrys familiy were both killed by a Passione hit man in 1991. [check my notes on this for an explanation]

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The meeting had been a blissfully boring few hours- the highest peak of aggressions being arguments over what turned out to be a clerical error caused by people using different punctuation for decimal points and separating large numbers- at least until Cherry threw a gun onto the table.

Cherry, representing the data analysis team, was generally considered the closest to neutral of the people who sat at the negotiations table. Sure her and Muros history was lengthy, but as had been established early on, it did him no good- if anything it created a stalemate between the two as they kept each other in check, to the benefit of everyone else, revealing information about each other that anyone else could only guess at. 

The betting pool favoured Risotto as the person to attack first- a man with almost nothing to lose, who was practically dragged to the negotiating table and has a vendetta against at least half of the people sat at it- at least in the pool among Muros men- but whispers from the analysis team said Don Brunos people placed their spoils of war on him.

No-one had placed bets on Cherry.

The thunk of metal on wood was lighter than expected, either the revolver was unloaded or only had one or two bullets.

Every eye in the room was on it as it spun across the table, until it finally ran out of energy, and the barrel was left pointing, practically point blank, at where Risotto Nero sat.

“I would like to propose a game to one of your men, Nero,”

Something was wrong, even beyond the potentially loaded gun on the table, Cherry's usual cheer and dramatics having fallen away, leaving her voice deadly serious.

“This revolver has eight chambers, one of which is loaded,”

Muro chanced a look at Cherry, and something deep inside him twisted painfully at the grim look on her face, at the tremor in her voice.

“Frankly I couldnt be fucked to try and find a sixteen cylinder revolver-”

Muros heart stopped before starting hammering at his chest- he thought that gun looked familiar-

“- But two sixteenths is equal to one eighth, it’s the same chance,”

Cherry's eyes were fixed on Risottos, drilling through his head, as he stared at the gun, horror dawning on his face, horror Muro knew was all over his face as well from the eyes he could feel on him. Cherry finally broke eye contact, but avoiding Muros own stare, she shifted her gaze to survey the room.

“It turns out one of your members was in Passiones employ as a hitman, even before you yourself joined Passione, let alone started leading the the execution team- joined in fact, over a decade ago,”

Cherry drew herself up, eyes wide and glaring- the hate she had been so carefully covering up showing clearly on her face- before she spat her parting line.

“You better hope Prosciutto has better luck than your failed rebellion and his injuries implies,”

The room was left with the sound of her chair scraping against the floor and then her footsteps growing quieter. 

Red and black eyes turned to Muro, understanding and fear in the usually unflappable Risotto Nero's eyes.

“Cherry made her point clear- a one in eight chance- no bullet and we move on, a bullet and… well, I think you know what would happen,”

Muro was enjoying this, even as his stomach was churning and bloodsoaked memories flickered before his eyes.

“In face, she's being downright generous- by giving you the gun,”

It's Nero's choice- if the worst comes to light- his choice to put down one of his own men, or hand him over to Cherry or Muro’s most tender of mercies.

Don Bucciarati cleared his throat, “Meeting adjourned,”

Muro couldn't help wanting to get the last word in before he swept out of the room.

“See you next time, Nero, I for one can't wait to catch up with what's happened between now and then,”

[subsequentibis]

ive been saying the 'im a humanities major i cant do math' joke for a long time but i was just reminded today of how much i liked math when i was in high school. math was a bunch of fun puzzles that you got to solve and as long as you understood the process it was so satisfying and rewarding to complete

[seaside-hysteria]

god gives his strangest inconveniences to his unluckiest of soldiers

[self-spaghettification]

on Ao3 there are 310 fics in Aaravos/Viren tag and 2,079,161 words (yes, just over 2 million)

[mayonneise]

thing about me is i will always speculate on what pigments are in any paint in my field of vision

[youhavethewrong]

So about the 6/2(1+2) thing

It's interesting, cuz rather than being purely a mathematical "solve this right or you're dumb" thing, it shows the divide in how Maths are taught and how it has changed throughout time!

Turns out, in the current system that we use, PEMDAS, the correct answer would be 9. That is because PEMDAS doesn't only account for only the operation itself, but also the order in which they're written, left to right.

Meaning that 6÷2x3 gives a different result than 2x3÷6. The order left to right matters, rather than multiplication being first always regardless of position.

Why do people get to 1 then? Because back in the early 20th century, it didn't matter. A lot of people used typewriters to type math stuff, and they used / as a shorthand for ÷, and that leads to a different order of operation. Although outdated by mathematicians, this method is still taught in many schools (it's the one I learned [and I'm not from America before you say anything]), so only some people are privy to the information that this is supposed to give 9 as an answer.

Not really surprising, a lot of school curriculums aren't up to date with the latest information, and unless you specialize in mathematics as an adult, why the hell would you go out of your way to learn about all the updates. I haven't looked at a periodic table since I was 16, I've no idea if they added more little bitches to that thing and frankly I don't care. But isn't it fun to learn new stuff together~?

[themontessoriacademyofarlington]

Lower Elementary - Small Bead Frame Multiplication

The Small Bead Frame is a hands-on material that helps students understand the concept of place value and the mechanics of mathematics. By manipulating the beads, children can see the concrete representation of abstract numbers, making it easier for them to grasp the process of carrying and combining units, tens, hundreds, and thousands. This student is very focused while completing 4-digit by 1-digit multiplication problems using the Small Bead Frame.