#love and logic

[diablonothing]

A Logical Love

Kento Nanami didn’t believe in distractions.

Life was a simple equation: work, eat, sleep, repeat. There was no need for unnecessary socializing, no point in engaging in fleeting conversations.

Yet, for some reason, he had stepped into this café that evening.

It was a rare moment of indulgence—he needed caffeine after a mind-numbing day at work. As he scanned the menu, a voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

“You look like you need something strong,” she said, leaning slightly over the counter.

Nanami looked up.

She was… cute. Not in an overbearing way. There was a certain ease to her presence, a quiet confidence that wasn’t overly cheerful nor dull—just comfortable.

“I recommend something sweet,” she continued, tapping the menu. “Sugar helps with stress.”

“I don’t like sweet things,” Nanami replied flatly.

She smirked. “That sounds like something a tired person would say.”

He sighed. “Just make whatever you think is best.”

She handed him a honey latte. He took a sip. Considered it. Nodded. “Acceptable.”

“That’s it? No details?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

“It is coffee. It serves its function,” he said.

She rolled her eyes. “High praise.”

As he turned to leave, she quickly called out, “Wait! Before you go, would you mind filling out a customer feedback & improvement form?”

Nanami arched a brow. “A form?”

She nodded, holding up a clipboard. “Company policy. Helps us improve.”

He took it. It was standard—service quality, drink satisfaction—but at the bottom, she had added something extra:

“Leave your number for future feedback discussions.”

Nanami exhaled slowly. Clever.

He could have ignored it. Could have walked away. But, for some reason, he wrote his number down.

She smiled as she took the form back. “I’ll send you a message if we need improvement ideas.”

He nodded and left, not thinking much of it.

That night, his phone buzzed.

Unknown Number: So, Mr. Coffee Critic, any additional thoughts on your drink?

Nanami stared at the message for a moment before responding.

Nanami: It was acceptable.

Unknown Number: You already said that. I need detailed feedback.

Nanami: Fine. The sweetness was well-balanced. The texture was smooth. Nothing to improve.

Unknown Number: Wow, you sound like a corporate food inspector.

Nanami: I am efficient with words.

Unknown Number: Efficient or just grumpy?

Nanami huffed. This was already more talking than he usually did outside of work. Yet… he didn’t mind it.

Over the next few days, their conversations continued. What started as coffee critiques evolved into something deeper.

Conversations Between a Logical Man and an Optimistic Dreamer

One night, she asked, “So, what do you do?”

“Finance.”

“Ah. A suit-wearing corporate drone. Explains why you look dead inside.”

Nanami nearly choked on his drink. Instead of irritation, he found himself… entertained.

She wasn’t afraid to tease him. Most people either avoided him or tiptoed around his bluntness. But she? She poked at him like it was second nature.

The next night, the conversation turned philosophical.

“Do you ever think about how ridiculous it is that people work themselves to death just to retire and finally start living when they’re old?” she mused.

Nanami leaned back, considering. “Most people don’t have a choice. Survival requires sacrifice.”

“But don’t you think it’s a flaw in the system? We trade our time—our only nonrenewable resource—for money. And for what? A comfortable death?”

He tapped his fingers against the desk. “You’re not wrong. But systems don’t change just because we acknowledge their flaws.”

“So you accept it?”

He thought for a moment. “No. I just refuse to waste my energy on things I can’t change.”

She sent a quick reply. “Spoken like a true corporate drone.”

Nanami smirked. “Spoken like a dreamer who thinks coffee and optimism can change the world.”

She sent a single emoji—a laughing face. Then, after a pause, a more thoughtful message.

“I just think… there has to be more to life than this.”

Nanami stared at her words for a long time.

For the first time in a while, he didn’t have an immediate answer.

The Shift

Their conversations continued. They talked about books, economics, the absurdity of corporate hierarchies. Some nights, they discussed the universe—black holes, time dilation, the possibility of alternate realities.

She had an unusual way of seeing the world—half cynical, half hopeful. A paradox, much like the honey latte she had insisted he drink.

“You pretend you don’t like sweet things, but you still keep drinking them,” she pointed out one night.

Nanami glanced at his cup. “I drink them because they’re… acceptable.”

“That’s the worst way to give a compliment.”

He almost smiled.

Then, out of nowhere, her texts started changing.

Mentions of other men. Subtle hints that she was talking to someone.

Nanami recognized it for what it was—a test. She wanted a reaction. Jealousy.

But he wasn’t a man who played games.

Then, one night, she created the perfect scenario.

“Hey, do you think relationships should start with a question?” she asked.

“Logically speaking, clarity is important.”

“So… ask me.”

Nanami hesitated. He knew what she was doing. He was too rational to fall for tricks like these.

And yet—despite himself—he asked.

“Do you want to start something real?”

For a moment, there was no response. Then, finally, she replied:

“No.”

Nanami didn’t flinch. He simply nodded to himself. “Understood.”

And just like that, he put his phone away. No regret, no lingering thoughts.

The next day, she sent a picture—her in a car with another man.

Nanami glanced at it, unimpressed.

“All the best,” he replied, then put his phone away and continued his morning routine.

Hours later, she called.

Nanami was busy. He ignored it.

When he finally called back, she sounded… different.

“The guy I went out with made a move on me. It was uncomfortable.”

Nanami listened as she spoke, calming her down in his usual, steady way.

After a pause, she asked softly, “Why didn’t you try again?”

His response was simple.

“Because you told me no.”

She exhaled. Then, after a long pause—

“…You should have tried again.”

Nanami exhaled, a rare, small smile forming.

“Then… I’ll ask again.”

“…Okay.”

“…Would you like to start something real?”

This time, she whispered, “Yes.”

And for the first time, Nanami allowed himself to feel something beyond logic.

[scottguy]

That's a commendable attitude! Great instincts!

You can be strict and have high expectations for your kids and still be a loving parent.

A lot of parents' first gut instinct upon getting upset with a child's behavior is to withdraw love as part of the 'punishment' (also partly due to our anger's ability to make us spiteful)

Your child will accept a consequence (that's not corporal punishment) when they really understand, that they made a bad choice if you feel a consequence necessary.

But withholding love, that's just cruel. You can make your point and be kind and loving while making it AND the message is much more likely to 'take' because you don't damage your relationship & emotional trust.

I learned this from 'Love & Logic' which is a great book/series of ideas on parenting on how to be an effective parent without being an ahole to your own child.

Parenting is complicated because every parent is a relative novice at the job AND each new child has different challenges which is why it's SO easy to make mistakes.

So check out the book: Love & Logic. (There are also videos.) The ideas helped me to be a better classroom teacher as well as a better parent.

This is not an ad, just a recommendation being passed along to fellow parents.

[stealingpotatoes]

some alternative eras of lady normalgirl and her eunuch <3

[rambling-robot]

crazy that gravity falls was like, hey what if we made twin brothers, and one of them is the worse one. he gets bad grades, he likes to punch his problems, everyone thinks of him as “the other one.” he’s engulfed in a shadow that’s shaped like him. he doesn’t even have his own name—it’s derived of his brother’s name, the only one his parents planned on having and using. everything about him is derivative—imitative of another person (his twin brother) (the one everyone likes and wants) and is disapproved of for that reason (he isn’t just “bad at this thing,” he’s “not as good as his brother”). and then he ruins his brother’s science fair project (the one next to his own—no one noticed it because it’s not good, it’s almost stupid next to a “perpetual motion machine” made by a high schooler) (he tried to fix it) (he doesn’t know how; he’s not as smart as the guy who made it) and he gets kicked out. the potential of the money his twin could’ve made is enough to throw him onto the street, and he can’t go home until he makes that money back (the money that was never gained and therefore was never lost. he never had a chance of making enough). he took every job he could (his brother went to school). he got banned from multiple states (his brother bought a house). he traveled internationally and went to prison and had people try to hunt him down and kill him because he couldn’t make enough money (his brother’s house has three basements. he made them himself, as secure as can be). and when his twin finally summons him for help, things go wrong (he messed up this machine like the last one) (he doesn’t know how to fix it. he isn’t as smart as the guy who made it) (he tries to fix it) (he was never any good at reading and these blueprints are impossible, coded and fragmented and in a science that he didn’t know existed) (he tries to fix it). the townspeople ask who he is, and he doesn’t even say his own name (it was hardly his to begin with). and he invites them to a house that isn’t his to show off experiments that aren’t his because he needs to make money that can’t be his. everything he does for the next 30 years is in his twin’s name, for his twin’s sake. he had two funerals for himself and it isn’t even his body in the casket; he had to wear his brother’s name to both of them. if he had died before he fixed the portal, that funeral wouldn’t have been for him. we meet him as a funny and unique character, but in-universe, he’s only ever been defined by someone else.

and then they went, this is entirely in the background btw. most of that is going to be revealed in one episode and won’t be addressed again. he’s a primary comic relief, even. I’m ill about this.

[morganmnemonic]

I'm thinking of kris repeating berdly's name in shock when you try to tell ralsei that you are going to the festival with berdly of all people. Thinking about the conversations we only get to hear half of, where kris presumably tells ralsei and susie that ralsei and asriel don't look that much alike. Thinking about all the times where kris changes the prompt we give them into something that they'd prefer to say.

Kris talks. They chatter, even, but we as the player don't get to hear it. They don't get a text box. We only ever know that they spoke at all from the reactions of other characters, and even then, we rarely know exactly what was said.

And part of this is that whoever the deltarune narrator is seems intent to pretending like kris doesn't exist. You check the mirror, and it says, "it's only you". Kris plays the piano and it says, "your hands begin moving on their own." If kris speaks without your permission, the narration doesn't acknowledge it at all, committed to the lie that kris doesn't exist beyond their role as our vessel. But that's not what this post is about.

This post is about how it's entirely possible that kris has tried to talk to us when no one else is around. They could have tried to tell us their plan, or begged us not to make certain decisions, or explained that we don't actually need to steal asriel's 5 dollars because they have a piggy bank buried in the front yard. Kris could be asking us questions, or asking us not to look for the bunker password because they have a plan and we should trust them, or asking us to let them sleep a bit longer, and we the soul just carry on the same regardless, their one-sided monologue falling on deaf ears. We would never even know, because of how thoroughly the narrative of deltarune has denied kris a voice.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Finally caught up with Apothecary Diaries. I can't believe they gave Maomao a gun.

[mortallynerdybear]

Hello everyone 🥰

[briskchips]

He has forever to get it right.

[loveandlogics]

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[mourn-and-watch]

ekko describing jinx from his timeline to powder as someone who's just different but whose ideas change the world. jayce saying to machine herald!viktor that his imperfections are a part of everything that made him so admirable. powder getting mesmerized when she sees different timeline!ekko before he leaves. jayce building his whole life around the idea he got from different timeline!viktor when he saved him. love does transcend reality after all

[keferon]

Empurata!Prowl tries to actually communicate for the first time

What if he wants to say something but he can’t. What if he has no voice to speak, no face to emote, no hands to write. What if every attempt to communicate a message is essentially a puzzle of wit and creativity and yet, the first thing he goes through all these troubles for. Is to say “I love you”?

Don’t ask me how did they get in this room. I have no idea. They escaped the battlefield somehow haha

Next->

[duckysprouts]

jbsss episode 10

this would make very little sense if u didn’t read the rest of the comic

but yeah, bella has some stuff mixed up, though she means well. she and edward will have a very different relationship in this timeline

i imagine that bella is also Not Normal, cause normal girls don’t fall in love with stalkers. she’s gonna take her weirdness in a totally opposite direction this time

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