#learning decimals

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Alice’s Super Fun Guide to Big Sister Ariel’s AMAZING Paper on Decimals! ✨🔢🎉

By Alice Hi, friends! It’s me, Alice! 🐰💡 And guess what? My big sister Ariel wrote another brilliant paper—this time, it’s all about adding and subtracting decimals! 🧮✨ Now, before you think, “Decimals? That sounds tricky!”—WAIT! Ariel showed me that decimals are everywhere, and knowing how to use them can help you in real life! From figuring out how much money you have in your piggy bank to…

[when-we-begin-again]

Yall math is fuckin easy

[ironsilly]

Of course what anyone thinks about Cameron is not my issue, but of course I'm gonna analize that first Cameron scene because I'm insufferable mwahahah

For me the thing with Cameron and that comment about Todd it's not about being a bad friend, because they weren´t friends yet. I think it's the kind of thing you say to someone on a high position about someone in a lower position with the intention to pull yourself at the same high level. The competitive mentality that Welton promotes made him say that to Neil, top student, respected by Nolan, with a blazer full of condecorations in this exact scene, to present himself as an equal by speking ill of a kid he didn't even knew.

I'm not saying that because Cameron is not exactly one of my most beloved characters, but from a character introduction point of view. The first time we see Cameron he's trying to make friendly conversation with Neil, the golden Neil (who doesn't really care so just laughs it off), by making an unkind comment about another boy. Like an adult making that kind of joke about a coworker to his manager to seem cooler than his peers. It's practically the same dynamic (I'm trying so hard not to say bootlicker).

And for what Neil says it's not the first time he says something rude. Of course Charlie, always first in challenging the autority (not always wisely), doesn't get along with him. Charlie welcomed shy anxious Todd immediately while making fun of the popularity of his Welton gentleman brother. Charlie was friends with good student Meeks and popular Neil, because neither Neil or Meeks translate their relationship with the school to their friendships. They have good grades, but they're rebels in their own way (Meeks and his radio, Neil and the way he is at closed doors). Charlie is an idiot, but not exactly for isolating people. He just hates conformity, and so his friends for all that matters, and I think that's the reason why Cameron never clicks fully with the rest of the group. Keating's teachings probably didn't help, for how easy it was for everyone except Cameron to accept the free mind thing.

Charlie's mindset is the perfect contrast to Cameron's mindset. Charlie hates Nolan and the Welton mindset.

And I think it says a lot because that Welton mindset is what makes Cameron do what he does at the end. By accusing Keating he tries to be seen in a good light in Nolan's eyes. That's exactly what he says to the others, fuck Keating, let's save ourselves. It's the same attitude but with something more serious than a stupid joke about someone he doesn't know.

Sure, not feeling totally accepted doesn't help. But I think it shouldn't be a surprise that they didn't really get along.

A character does things because it's a device for something, and Cameron is a device for the sticking to conformity thing in the movie. Of course one can think about it from the character's pov. I still think he's just a boy.

[brw]

So I'm generally a New X-Men hater because I don't like how Bendis writes or his characterisation for folks and I have never been particularly interested in the O5 as something to look back on just because I think there are more interesting X-Men lineups to revisit, but I will say I think having Smooth Hank learn magic and not having him be Wanda's apprentice and maybe this causes a lot of strife between him and the other X-Men because obviously she is behind M Day was a missed opportunity. In general I wish Smooth Beast had interacted with his Avengers and Defenders friends more than the X-Men because I think it would have offered a perhaps more while view on what kind of person Hank actually was, rather than the very particular view the X-Men have of him but that's neither here nor there.

[blackfilmmakers]

How yall gonna hunt down all your major wildlife into extinction and make that everyone else's problem?

Like maybe yall would have had your own interesting herbs and spices had yall not turned your entire land into a gigantic front lawn, tf is wrong with yall

[dykekarkat]

really craving cake...shouldve bought one for myself to celebrate neils birthday...quick does anyone remember what day the foxes won the championships

[themalhambird]

Me: knows fuck all about Finrod, or the Silmarillion. Also me: is apparently now over invested in Adar being Finrod's Secret Husband, and has decided that The BoysTM deserve to be happy, so by the power invested in me by boredom at work and some surface level googling.... 1,577 words where Finrod and (some of) his companions escape Sauron's clutches, taking one of the Moriondor hostage on the way. @verecunda, @valar-did-me-wrong

The sounds of pursuit fade away, then at last die all together- and still, what remains of the party ride as hard as they can. Only when there is a river or two between them and Tol-in-Gaurhoth- when even with magic to sustain them the horses begin to flag- does Finrod finally call a proper halt, slipping from the saddle himself and- hands on knees- fight to catch his breath. 

Eleven. Eleven had set out- now there were but four. Five, including Beren-so at least, Cedhril supposes, their seven fallen brothers and sisters had not died in vain. Finrod straightens, and turns to meet each of their eyes, accounting for everyone as a slightly manic grin splitting across his face. “I think- I think we might have made it! I still don’t suggest we linger- but a few hours…I think we can spare a few hours.”

Cedhril concurs with her king- if it were possible, she would ride all the way to Lindon without stopping or slowing down once. As it’s not possible, the horses need time to recover…and Cedhril wants, above all things, to wash her hands and her face. She can hear the babbling of a brook or stream nearby. She can also hear retching- a glance to her right reveals Mithron on all fours in the grass, hacking up strings of yellow bile. Beren winces sympathetically- the gaunt, ragged man squats down beside him and is wordlessly offering the young elf a skin of water. Just as wordlessly, Mithron reaches up and takes it. Finrod has his eyes closed, his face turned up towards the streaming sunlight. 

Armathedir dismounts his own horse, boots thudding on the ground, then walks to Finrod’s mount.  Grasping  the dark figure still bent over the horse’s neck, he pulls  it roughly  to the ground. 

Finrod turns. The Moriondor, hands bound behind his back, does nothing to try and break it’s fall- nor does the creature struggle beyond shifting to its’ knees, head still bowed almost to the earth and a curtain of long dark hair masking it’s scarred yet still horribly elvish face. “What do we do with this?” Armathedir demands harshly, setting his boot upon the prisoner’s back.“Slit its’ throat?” his hand goes to the dagger he’d wrested from an orc as they’d fought their way free

“A quick death,” Cedhril agrees. “More than a servant of The Enemy deserves, perhaps, but for the sake of the elf he once was…” and she supposed, in a twisted sort of way, they owed the Moriondor their freedom- when Finrod took their commander hostage the orcs, against all odds and with a peculiar sense of loyalty- had stopped fighting long enough for them to get to the horses and flee. She assumes Finrod hadn’t snapped it’s neck as they made good their escape only in case their pursuers caught up with them and they needed the leverage. So it comes as a shock when he says. 

“No, don’t. And get off him, will you?”

“...my Lord.” Armathedir’s acknowledgement of the order is tinged with incredulity, but still he follows, stepping back a few paces. Cedhril’s eyes narrow, trying to assess. 

“You think he has information that might help our efforts?” she asks. It makes a certain kind of sense, although a prisoner is likely to both strain their resources and encourage the orcs to keep up their pursuit longer, in an effort to free their commander,  than they might otherwise keep it up if they came across the corpse. And the other obstacle- “You think he would share it?”

“There are ways to make him.” Armathedir says darkly, hand still on his weapon.

“He knows him.”

…the glade seems to fall silent at Mithron’s quiet interjection. He’s finished being sick- now he’s kneeling, watching Finrod and the Moriondor hunched at Finrod’s feet intently. (Beren’s also sitting, using Mithron’s shoulder as a cushion- Cedhril thinks the mortal might actually already be asleep. 

“...He is called-,” Finrod says at last. “He is- he was…” Finrod exhales, passing his hands over his eyes. Apparently this is difficult for him- more difficult than if they had recovered a mere passing acquaintance. “Let’s just rest,” he says, all joy that the sunlight seemed to have given him vanished before a great weariness. “Leave him to me?” It’s half an order, half a question. “Follow Beren’s example, get some sleep, and I’ll keep watch.” 

Armathedir snorts, but removes his hand from the dagger hilt. “For the sake of my nerves, at least tie him to a tree,” he says before sauntering to the nearest tree and pulling himself up. He settles amongst the branches like a slightly malevolent kestrel, folding his arms and closing his eyes as he rests his head back against the trunk. Cedhril hesitates, wavering between her desire to know more, her complete mistrust in the wisdom of letting any creature of Sauron’s live- and the duty she owed to Finrod.”...I’ll keep watch with you,” she says, adding before Finrod can protest: “I’ll take the waterskins and refil them now, in case we need to leave quickly. There may also be nuts or roots which are edible nearby; it is worth looking. So I may be absent, for a while- but I will hear if you call.” I will be far enough gone to give you privacy, but near enough to hand should you need aid. The way Finrod’s eyes brighten a little, the way he nods, tells her he’s understood. And so, leaving Armathedir roosting, and Mithron settling back against the trunk of a tree with the mortal snoring- actually snoring- against his chest- Cedhril slips off into the foliage. 

***

Finrod watches Cedhril leave. If they survive this- and it still feels like an if, will continue to feel like an if until they finally reach home- he really ought to introduce her to Galadriel. The dark haired swordswoman and his sister would get along- and they are similar enough that Cedhril’s presence on this mission has often increased his sharp longing for Galadriel’s company and her council…but never more so than now, for as much as he appreciates Cedhril’s tact, what he really wanted right now was his sister’s ability to tell him straight up whether or not he was being an idiot. His prisoner had been nothing but complient since Finrod had seized him, and put a knife to his throat- but before that, he’d been trying to stop the escape- his fighting vicious, brutally efficient 

The thing is- even if he is being an idiot. He feels like he’s earned the right to a little selfish idiocy. He’s just confronted- and escaped - Sauron himself. He’s rescued Beren; he’s lost seven friends. No- not lost he’s watched four of his friends be eaten alive in front of him by a fucking werewolf, and another three slaughtered by the orcs as their party made their escape. And yes, the Morionder had been fighting with those orcs- had perhaps even been the one who to slay Tiron: Finrod had glimpsed them fighting, and had not seen Tiron again. Pragmatically, the best Finrod can do with his prisoner is deliver him to Gil-galad to be interrogated, and let the High King dispose of him however he most sees fit. Grieve privately for the fate of the elf he had once known, take solace in the fact that at least he now knew for certain what his fate had been…

But then again. 

Finrod had seized him, put a knife to his throat, told him to drop his sword- and been obeyed. When his grip might easily have been broken- or his leg cleaved straight off- he had not been wearing armour, at the time, and his prisoner was. 

So maybe– maybe, the Valar have rewarded him for his rescue of Beran with the chance to save someone else as well.  Finrod exhales, folds gracefully to one knee and says with all the love and grief and hope and regret that he’s been keeping to himself: 

“Gwedhaner.”

The Moriondir hisses. “I am not called that,” he rasps, voice rough with a mix of disuse and thirst. “That is not my name.”

“But it was,” Finrod presses. “Once. Wasn’t it?”

The other man’s shoulders tense. At length, he raises his head and straightens just enough to be considered upright. “...It is forbidden to speak of,” he says quietly.  His eyes- those oh so familiar eyes, except that warmth and laughter behind them has all been lost- search Finrod’s face. “I will not name the thing that I was.”

..Alright. Finrod tries a different approach. “Will you name me?” he asks. “Do you know who I am?” 

“...You braided sage-blossom in my hair.”

A warm flicker of hope. “Do you know my name?” 

 I- I do not…I knew your face. And he saw I knew, and so I- I locked your name away, where he could not tear it free, I shut it away and took a hammer to the key-”

He launches himself forward. Before Finrod knows what his happening, the husband he had thought dead is sobbing against his neck, and Finrod can take him in his arms once more, holding him tight, trying to soothe him….

“It’s alright,” he murmurs, tears spiling from his own eyes. He pulls back just far enough to press a firm kiss to Gwedhaner’s head. “I have you, dear one, everything is going to be alright.”

[im-still-watching-anime]

kakashi: maybe i should break up with gai…

iruka: what??? why???

kakashi: he’s making me too happy lately, it’s weird. i haven’t even taken one depression nap this week….

iruka: …….maybe you should try therapy

kakashi: yeah gai keeps saying that too

[dreamlogic]

E has dubbed this spring the "season of pain" and she's. not wrong.

[paging-possum]

I personally think I’m cute and funny and I’ll even infodump about library organizational systems so really everyone should be in love with me

[s-t-a-r-c-o]

i think ive cracked the code on skin picking

[presswoodterryryan]

Alice’s Super Exciting Guide to Big Sister Ariel’s AMAZING Paper on Decimals & Fractions! 🎉📖✨

By Alice Hi, friends! It’s me, Alice! 🐰💡 And guess what? My super-smart big sister Ariel wrote an amazing paper all about converting decimals to fractions and back again! 🧮✨ Now, before you start thinking, “Ugh, decimals and fractions are tricky!”—hold on! Ariel showed me that these sneaky numbers are EVERYWHERE! You might see them in your favorite recipes when measuring ingredients, in store…

[its-okay-youre-adorable]

Read books guys

I'm telling you. Read books. There's an entire world of dead useful knowledge contained. There are so many books that have a TON of useful information while also being easier to read than textbooks.

Listen, I know the internet's gone to pieces. Misinformation is practically the only thing you can be certain of with any search engine.

But books.

I mean yeah, there are books that are inaccurate. Or outdated. But for the most part, if someone cares enough to compile so much information on a subject together into a book, they care enough to make sure it's right. After all, it's not so easy to edit it like a blog once it's published. They're not spending so much time and labor putting together random units of information they stumbled across on the internet. They're doing this with genuine research and careful time and knowledge.

Let me emphasize one more time that there are so many books with real information that are NOT COLLEGE TEXTBOOKS (though those can be incredible sources of information too!). There is real information out there in very easy to process formats if you're willing to open a book and thumb through the index, table of contents, or even just all the pages.

...I mean, it does require us to care a little bit. It's certainly not as fast and convenient as a quick internet search. But it is so much more reliable, and if you care to know more about a subject I think it's important to care enough to get some solid information about it and not just a once-and-done.

Side note, did you know the Dewey Decimal System has a number for everything? Actually everything? Want to pick up a book on crochet or leatherworking? Dewey's got you. Learn about moths? Yup. Politics? Public speaking? Languages? Writing? Architecture? Librarians have master's degrees specifically so they can help you find things in the DDS (and also for other reasons but ya know).

[hellomehlo]

yeah, Jaws of Hakkon was pretty…

pretty DIFFICULT 😅

[highwayphantoms]

well I guess it's progress that I've moved from being deeply heartbroken about a dog to being just mildly grumpy about that same dog??

idk man it probably helps that I got a dog lmfao. he's a fuckin weirdo just like the other dog. absolutely a completely different dog, weird in his own ways, but they very much have that level of Weird in common haha.

[quinttyz]

guess who got their little skull pet again