#wheeeee math!!!

[mosspodge]

ok so ive been. Thinking. about @okartichoke ‘s ace avian AU- specifically vulture Godot bc ya :]

ANYWAYS ITS TIME TO DO MATH FOR FUN!!!

Vultures have some of the largest wingspans, aside from seafaring birds like albatross and pelicans! so i got real curious about Godot’s wingspan being a bearded vulture n all

For atarters, here they are next to people!

I’m gonna be using the averages of all tge size ranges for this btw

The average bearded vulture stands at about 2 feet high, with an average wingspan of around 8 feet.

This leaves them at about a 3rd of the height of Godot, who (according to the wiki) stands at 6ft 1in! I’m rounding down to 6ft even for sake of ease

Taking the wingspan and tripling it, that would leave us with 8ft x 3 = 24ft wingspan

For reference, each wing would be around

11 FEET LONG

(subtracting around 10in for the shoulderblades, based on my brother lol)

this would be about 2 godots on their sides for EACH WING.

anyways i know there was the question of how godot’s wings ended up coffee stained, have you considered he consistently knocks the coffee pots over with his GIANT BIG WINGS

[fairyblue-alchemist]

woahhh what are you doing in my maths paper??? 🤨🤨🤨

struggling on my own maths homework 😔😔😔😔😔

i need my professor to not question why i turned in my homework at 2:30 am. i fear for my sanity for the final exam next week. but wheeeee i'm on your paper to give you good luck on exams and papers and grades (^-^)/ ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

i am in my natural habitat as a university student on the brink of finals week being half delirious from no sleep sooooo bedtime have a good day ♡

[itsallsternutation]

Berni's Burny Nose Part 3: A Change of Season

Part Three Wheeeee!

I'm sorry this one took a bit longer for me to publish. I had a lot of stuff come up. Anyway, here's part 3 (also on SFF, same place as before)

Berni's Burny Nose Part 3: A Change of Season

Ever since she started being sneezy, Berni thought she would hate the seasons for the rest of her life. Spring was the month where it had all hit her, and the southern pollen sure hadn’t helped. Ever since her diagnosis, Berni had always sneezed and sniffled and sneezed and sniffled all the way from February to May. Summer wasn’t that much better. From April to June, Berni’s nose ran, her eyes watered, and both itched. And of course, there was always more sneezing. Berni had done the math and found that out of the entire year, the only times when nothing was actively blooming were December, January, Early February, and July, but even then she usually had some kind of lingering irritation. Regardless, Berni would have resigned herself to perpetual allergic misery even in those months if she did not have to suffer through fall.  She hated the Fall. It was by far her worst season for her allergies, even if it only slightly outpaced her suffering in Summer and Spring. However, there were two decisive factors which made fall the greatest belligerent of her three pollen seasons: the start of the new school year and cold and flu season. Like clockwork, Fall dredged up not only Berni’s hay fever, but her insecurities about it. From the year she developed her allergies, it seemed like every year the people around her found them even more insufferable to be around. All the people who she once thought were her best friends for life seemed to trickle away year after year, and Berni’s first year of college perfectly exemplified this. She had come to college with no friends, with only her allergic misery to keep her company. However, as it was also now cold and flu season, Berni knew it was all about to get even worse. Something about Berni’s hay fever, the sleep she lost because of it, and endless worrying she did about it made it so that Berni had been extra susceptible to getting sick ever since she developed allergies. She always seemed to get frequent colds, especially in winter, when she should be convalescing from her fall allergies, and they always made her even more miserable and gross.  Berni was always snotty because of her allergies, but was almost always very fluid. She would be congested, then she would sneeze and blow it out, then new congestion would take its place, but having a cold always disrupted this cycle. The mucus in her sinuses would always harden like cement, becoming almost impossible to dislodge without taking decongestants, but those always dried her up and made her snot come out in thick globs. She would become tired, even more so than with her allergies, and she would always develop a deep sinus headache. Worst of all, the mucus would never just stay in her nose, it would usually make its way to her chest, or linger in her sinuses enough for her to develop a sinus infection. 

“Hey Bern…”

She would be miserable, and of course, no one would want to be around her. Why would they be? By the time she started college, she didn’t care anymore. She had already resigned herself to the fact that she’d always be alone.

“Berni are you okay?”

Berni snapped herself out of the allergic fugue she had been sinking into. She had been sinking into it a lot lately and normally didn’t even care about it, but she couldn’t do it now. She was with Sam and they were in the middle of the dining hall: “Huh?” she asked in dreary confusion.

“Are you doing okay?” Sam asked with concern in their voice, “you kind of drifted off a bit there.”

Of all the people to enter Berni’s life and make her feel terrible about herself, Sam was by far the most unexpected. The day she met them was going very consistently (groggy allergic misery mixed with severe feelings of loneliness) until that Latin class. Berni had met more than a few people on that first day of class, but something about Sam was…different. “I-I’m okay. I’m just…I’m just a little tired. That’s all” she reassured them.

Since she’d developed her allergies, Berni had heard more than her fair share of passive-aggressive “bless you”s and frustrated offers of tissues, but Sam was different. They had seen Berni when she was at her most pathetic and miserable and they hadn’t just offered her their handkerchief, they took her out to lunch. “You’ve been tired a lot lately, haven’t you?” Sam asked.

It had been a few weeks since then, and since then, but those weeks had been some of the most wonderful weeks of her life. She hadn’t needed to worry about her parents or her “friends” anymore, and Sam had done nothing but make her happy. They had hung out with her, they had asked her about what she liked and what she was interested in, they had sat there and listened intently to her explain how programming worked when she knew that they didn’t understand a thing she was saying. “Listed…Samb…I’mb sorry aboudt whadt happed the day we mbet,” Berni said stuffily and apologetically.

These last few weeks with Sam had been…amazing. Being with them didn't just make Berni feel the way she did before she had allergies, it made her feel better. She had been able to open up to him like she hadn’t been able to in years, even when her allergies were bad. Around them, she was able to be the smiling, happy, talkative girl that she had always been inside. Even when she sneezed or snuffled or blew her nose, they were always just right there, not going anywhere, ready to give a “bless you” and a smile. “What are you sorry about?” Sam asked, confused.

But over the past few days, Berni had started to wonder if maybe that amazing feeling would come to an end, that when her allergies picked up (which they were) or when she got sick (which she would) that…he’d be repulsed and turn away…just like everyone else. She couldn’t exactly blame him. She knew how she must have looked. “For breaking down while you were bringing me to the dumpling place,” Berni explained gloomily before blowing her nose into a handkerchief that was formerly one of Sam’s and now one of hers, “I shouldn’t have gotten all…cliggy and ndeedy…like that.”

“Oh,” Sam said with startling realization. “It…It’s okay,” they reassured, “I was just glad that I was able to make you feel better.”

“I had just met you. I was still practically still a stranger to you!” Berni said with a frog in her throat.

“Well, you’re not a stranger now. I like you Berni, I really do. You’re funny and cute. I love how passionate you are about everything you do, even if you try to hide it. I love how insanely good you are at coding stuff even though, for the life of me, I will never be able to understand what the heck a constructor is,”

Berni only sighed and turned back towards poking the food she was too muddled to be hungry for. There was a long, uncomfortable pause before Sam broke the silence:

“Listen…Bern…I’ve been thinking,” they said apprehensively.

“Yeah?” Berni asked, looking up at them, voice congested, ready for the worst.

“I know your allergies have been making you feel pretty terrible over the past few days, and I-”

“I-I-I-I’m…f…fine,” Berni stuttered anxiously before forcefully clearing her throat.

“I know you’re not fine Berni. I know you’ve been feeling worse lately. You’ve been rubbing your eyes more, you’ve been stuffier, and I can tell you haven’t been sleeping as much.”

Berni groaned miserably and put her face in her hands.

“Hey, it’s okay. Look at me,” Sam said as they tried to coax Berni out of her hiding place in the sleeves of her hoodie. “I’ve been talking to my roommate, and he told me he’s in an English class with a guy who’s family also works in the university medical system, and he says that he can get you an appointment at an allergist that’s right here on campus.”

“You told them about my hay fever?” Berni asked with panic in her voice.

“I just told them that I had a friend with some bad allergies that could use some help from a Doctor, and he told me that if he had your information, he could get you an appointment as soon as tomorrow.”

“I…I can’t,” Berni muttered.

“Why not?” Sam asked, “I know you need it. I could get permission to take you there during Latin class and we can get lunch together afterwards. We could make a day of it.”

“They’ll…they’re gonna wanna test me to find out what all my allergies are and how bad they are. They’ll make me take off my shirt so they can prick me with a bunch of needles with all the stuff they think I might be allergic to and it’s gonna make me break out in hives,” Berni explained glumly and congestedly. “Plus…they’re gonna make me…talk about them…”

“Talk?” Sam asked.

Berni slowly nodded her head in confirmation. 

“Is there something that happened with them that you don’t want to talk about?”

Berni nodded again.

“Was it something to do with…Japan?” Sam asked.

Berni nodded again, this time, with a sob.

“Well…how about you tell me first? That way, if it gets too much for you, I won’t mind, and you can stop at any time.” 

“I ca…c..ah…Ah…AHH-TSCHIEW! I’m sorry!” Berni said before being interrupted with a violent sneeze and a muffled sob.

“Why not? There’s no one else around. Besides, I won’t mind if it ends up like the first time we went to get dumplings.” 

There was a long pause as Berni thought it over. She spent several minutes waiting and contemplating whether or not she should tell Sam, but her contemplation was interrupted by a harsh, throaty “HASHOO!” straight into her hands. “Sorry,” she apologized as she wiped herself off with her hanky.

“You’re fine, I know you can’t help it.”

When she finished wiping her nose, Berni paused, before turning towards Sam. Berni’s beautiful amber eyes were just as pink, irritated, and watery as her nose. Her cheeks were flushed, both from the embarrassment and from her allergies, but regardless, she decided that she had to tell them. 

“I only started having them really bad a few years ago.” she related with a dejected, congested sniffle.

“Did something happen?” Sam asked.

Berni stopped to give her nose a quick gurgle before continuing: “Fall always made me a bit itchy, but it was never a big deal. I played sports and did all that other stuff and even though I might have IGK-CHIEW! sneezed a few times. It was never that bad, but a few years ago, my parents decided that they needed to…HITCHEW!...take me to Japan because I hadn’t…heh-Heh-SHEW!...been before.”

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“Well-” she was about to continue, but stopped when she realized that in the span of a moment, she had already become congested again. She made a sound that sounded like halfway between a sniff and a snort, before continuing despite the congestion. “The first time they took me there was during fall break, and…ASHIEW!...sorry…while I was there, I caught a cold. At least, we thought it was a cold. My nose got all red and itchy and snotty, and I started…eh-Eh-Eh-ESHOO! Eh-CHOO! sneezing like crazy. I felt horrible, but we stayed anyway. When we got home, I started…ATSHIEW!...sorry…I started getting better, but I was still sneezing. I started not sleeping so great and people started…avoiding me.” 

At this point, she was crying. Regardless, Sam only got closer to her. They wrapped their arm around her in a comforting half-hug. “That sounds terrible,” they told the allergic girl with pity in their voice.

“When they took me back in January, I caught another cold. It wasn’t as bad as the first one, but when we got home, it took me a bi…bi…TISHIEW! HEKSHIEW! HAT-SHIEW!...it took me a bit longer to get better. Then, when they took me again for spring break and we stayed a bit longer ASHEW!, I caught one again HIGSHEW!, but when they brought me home CHOO!, I didn’t get better ETCHIEW!. I was itching and sneezing just like I am now for a whole month before they took me to a doctor and…he told me…he told me that…”

“It wasn’t a cold.”

“Yeah…” she said with a sob, “He said that the pollen in Japan is so bad that it can make people…At-TSHIEW!...who normally have almost no allergies or even no allergies at all HEESHOO!...sorry…hypersensitive! Ragweed, which I was already a little bit ECHEW! sensitive to, is really bad there, but the big bad one is called CATCHEW! Sugi or Japanese Aht-SHOO! Cedar. Those were the ones that got me and now I…I…ah-Ah-AH-Ahtshiee! Now I’m allergic to everything!” she lamented with a wet blow.

“Like, ‘everything’ everything?”

“Everything!” she nearly shouted, “Ragweed Het-TISH!, grass ET-CHI!, trees ATSHEW!, everything! I sneeze all spring, summer, and fall from the pollen, but that’s not the worst of it. The worst is whed I ged sick.” she recounted, congestion now filling her voice.

“What happens?” Sam asked worryingly.

“Eved id the modts where there’s not ady polled, ever sidce I got hay fever I’ve always had these awful colds every widter add fall. Mby sdeezes becobe eved grosser, butd the sdot ndever leaves by dose, and idt feels like itd lasts forever…”

“You sound like you need to blow your nose, but what does that have to do with going to an allergist?” Sam asked. 

Berni stopped to give a wet gurgling blow. However, during her blow she was interrupted by three sharp, throaty sneezes, so she blew again. This time with a loud honk. When she looked up to answer Sam, her voice was still full of tears: “I can’t let you see me when my allergies get worse, or when I get sick. Pretty soon, you’re finally gonna realize how much of a gross mess I am and when you do you’ll tell me to stop. You’ll tell me to just stifle it or hold it in and stop being so dramatic. And when I can’t do that…you’ll leave. Just like all my friends did.”

There was a short gasp of realization from Sam before they suddenly threw their arms around Berni and embraced her. When they did, Berni squirmed and tried to protest with a “What? No!” before being completely disarmed by a loud “hehhh….heh-Heh-HETCHIEW! I’m sorry!” but before she could sneeze or protest again, Sam pulled her poor stuffy head into the shoulder of their flannel so that she could muffle two wet “heh-Eh-HmpfSHH! HrppSHH!” sneezes into it. “Why?” Berni cried out. “My hay fever is just gonna keep pushing you away!”

“No it’s not Berni,” Sam reassured her, “I’m never going let your allergies push me away, I’m never going to ask you to hold it in, and I’m not going to leave you just because you sneeze. I like you Berni! You’re my friend. I’m not gonna anything get in the way of being friends with you, not even allergies.”

“Or a cold?” 

“Or a cold,” Sam reassured.

There was a silence in which Sam and Berni did nothing but hold each other in their arms, before Berni asked, “After I go to the allergist, can you take me to get dumplings again?”

“Of course,” Sam said.

“Can we go Wednesday?” Berni asked with a sniffle, “I have a test in my Modern Literature class after Latin.”

“Oh course Berni, but could you do me one favor?” “Sure,” she replied

“If you can, do you think you could try to stop apologizing for your sneezes?” “Why?” Berni asked.

“You don’t have anything to apologize to me for. And…it sometimes makes me a little uncomfortable.

“Okay…ih-Ih-ITCHEW!...sorry,” she replied before realizing her mistake with a gasp, “I’m sorry for saying sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

"No no no, Berni it’s okay,” Sam reassured. “I know you didn’t mean to. Maybe we should pick something else instead that doesn’t sound as apologetic.”

“Like what? hah-Heh-HEH-HESHIEW!” Berni asked before sneezing again. “Hey, I didn’t say it this time.”

“Hmm…” Sam wondered, “What about ‘excuse me’? It sounds so much more fun and silly than ‘sorry’. It’s kind of funny, like it's something we can laugh about”

“Hmmm…” Berni thought, but her sounds of pondering quickly transformed into yet another “hihh-Hih-HEH-HEETCHIEW!” followed by a tired “Sor…I mean…excuse me.”

“Yeah, like that. You shouldn't be all apologetic about...”

But before they could finish, Berni was of course interrupted yet again: “ATCHIEW!” Berni sneezed suddenly with a “AHH-SHEW! TEECHIEW! ACKSHOO!” she sneezed harshly before giving a small chuckle and a “Whew, excuse me.”

“That’s more like it,” Sam said with a slight smile.

“Oka..kuh…Kuh…Kuh…” she started as she began building up to what she knew would be an absolutely colossal sneeze, even for her standards. “Kuh-KUH-KATSHOOOO!” she sneezed out. Just an hour ago, this sneeze would’ve made Berni want to crawl into a hole and die, but for some reason, something about the way Sam was looking out at her made her want to laugh about it. “Wow, that was a big one. Excuse me!” she said before bursting into a fit of giggles

Instead of being disgusted, Sam’s smile only grew warmer as they gave Berni a “Bless you a bunch sweetie. Do you feel better now?”

“A lot better,” Berni said as she took out the big white hanky and began cleaning herself up and giving her nose a wet honk, “But I’d still like to go see that allergist with you. Does tomorrow during Latin still work for you?”

“Of course Berni.” Sam assured.

[littlecornerinbrooklyn]

Hahahah did some math and realized my next substack will be my 52nd of the year which means I will be completing my new years resolution 4 months ahead of schedule wheeeee

[savrenim]

Wait. YOURE WRITING AGAIN????

I’ve been writing this whole time! Just the stress of missing every single freaking Thursday of classes for two months because I had to drive to graduate school open-houses, and then once I signed onto grad school had to figure out a lease and a deposit and just….why did it have to be Thursday every time, my poor Thursday classes, so I was making up a bunch of work and was very stressed, and on top of that was dealing with a thesis and am now dealing with a bunch of assignments, two take-home finals, and a project, and I can’t be late because you know I’m graduating and so it all needs to be turned in before I get my diploma but yeah I’m writing, I’ve been writing, eventually a whole bunch of stuff will get posted potentially at once and it’ll be great

[kramersamantha]

Lesson 1: Document Document Document

MONTY ADAMS*

1st Quarter - 2008:

Mini-Skateboard

Spare mini wheels

Mini screwdriver

click...click...click...click...whiiish...wheeeee

Grinding the board on the edge of a desk then SLAM SLAM...”hehe nice”

In a classroom. 20 other students. Cooperating teacher looks at me for an answer.

This was my first year of teaching. One student. Would he take me down? Would I let him? Would they let him? Who could stop him?

2nd Quarter - 2008:

AXE body spray

Blue

Orange

Mini can

Value Pack

Spritzz....spritz....SSSSSsssssssss......”aaahh nice”

Coughing. Sighing. Complaining. 

“Miss...do something!”

What now?

That’s the moment as a first year teacher when I had to find my voice and find my way. Monty wouldn’t take me down. He wouldn’t derail every lesson, every day, all year. Or would he? He wanted to. He could if we let him. So what do you do?

LESSON #1 Document Document Document

It was this early in my career that I learned to keep a paper trail. I didn’t know yet what I would need it for, but when I didn’t know what else to do, I stood in the back of the room and wrote down everything.

9/2/2008 

Period 2: Monty asked to borrow a pen rather than take one out of his bag.

Intervention: I asked him to take out his own and he complied

Period 5: Monty took a very long time to fill out the book receipt.

Intervention: I sat next to him and walked him through each blank space, it was completed successfully.

Period 6: Monty clicks the end of pen on the desk for 10 minutes. He refused to take out his notebook.

Intervention: Mr. Shell from the middle school came up and spoke to him. He told him to act like he is in the 9th grade and that there is plenty of room back in Junior High if he wants to do 8th grade again. Reminded Monty that his "mom fought hard to get him here but MS Franklin Heights would take him back in a minute."

Period 8: Monty was talking out. Later he wouldn't fill out the note card about himself. Monty wouldn't take out his notebook or take notes.

Intervention: I asked him if he wanted to dictate the work to me. He did for a few minutes and then took over on his own so that he could participate in the activity that was going on in the classroom.

THINGS ESCALATE QUICKLY...

9/12/2008

pd 1 8:45am Class is doing work in Math and the instructions do not allow calculators. Monty takes out his calculator and begins using it do his work.

Intervention: Both teachers in room ask him to put it away multiple times. He is told it is not allowed and he needs to learn how to do these exercises without a calculator. He refuses and ignores the teachers. When I get my notebook out to write down his behavior, he stops using his calculator and puts his books away. 

pd 2 9:15am Monty does not want to sit in his seat for the Quiz. He finally sits but then picks his desk up and bangs it on the floor. 

Intervention: Ms. Kang tells him it is unsafe and not appropriate for the classroom. He still does it. Kang goes to get the Dean. Monty says to me, "Ya get Ms. Corn. I wanna talk to her right now!" Ms. Corn is in a meeting and can't come to the class. During the Quiz Monty taps loudly on the desk and whispers to classmates.

9:35am Ms. Kang begins lesson and Monty yells out, "Shit!" Another student says, "Watch your language?" Monty responds, "What up nigga?" 

Intervention: Kang tells him to talk in a professional way. He says, "I don't wanna talk professional! I'm not professional."

pd 5 11:15am Monty comes into class with a note that he was just with Ms. Corn. He slams door, sits down and puts feet up on the desk. Then says, "The F**king nigga teachers got me in trouble for no reason. I don't wanna be in this school."

11:35am Monty is banging loudly on desk to a rhythm, singing along with himself, "Uh…hey…uh…hey…soul….my bitch."

Intervention: I ask him to stop banging because it is impossible to teach with the banging. He stops and then starts clapping loudly to the same beat and sings the same tune. 

11:40am Ms. Curtis hooks her computer up to the LCD projector.  On her background is a picture of her son. Monty yells out, "Ugh! Get those niggahs off the screen!"

Intervention: He sees me write it up and says, "See, now she's writing me up for saying niggah."

And on and on and on...

Have you had a Monty? What happens to them? 

Well I could write for three days on all of the incidents there were between September and December, and the pages of anecdotals I was forced to type from my handwritten Composition Book for the lawyers at the inevitable hearing that took place after he was jumped on the street outside of school and both kids went away for a while.

LESSON #2 The Most Extreme Cases Usually Take Care of Themselves (more on these later)

What did I learn and how did it impact who I am as an educator and a leader?

The hundreds of interventions we tried and used and tried again and tweaked; that’s the “win” here. We may not save every student. We learn from each case and make it better for the next one, and help ourselves to help other students who are crying for help. 

SO here it is. Interventions we used that began to fill my toolkit that I would take with me wherever I went and with whoever I was working:

WITH ONE STUDENT!

Prompting

Redirecting

Refocusing

Positive praise of appropriate behavior

Clear expectations

Repetition

Directions read and explained

Direct Language

Verbal prompts

Non-verbal prompts

Student conferences

Timer for work completion

Timer for breaks

Timer to take data on off-task

Tallies of foul language

Tallies of aggressive behavior

Point system for on-task behavior

Planned ignoring

Assigning seats

Moving seats

Removing materials

Providing additional materials

Scaffolding tasks

Chunking tasks

Kindness

Soft-spoken encouragement

Jokes and laughter

Build Rapport

Modifying classwork

Modifying homework

Modifying assessments

Pair with preferred group

Pair with non-preferred group

Monitoring duties

Leadership opportunities at school events when possible

Referral to the Dean

Lunch detention

After-School Detention

Conference with the Dean

Functional Behavior Assessment/Behavior Intervention Plan

Edible incentives

Work related incentives

Conference with administration

Conference with guidance

Counseling with guidance

Teacher collaborative meetings

Parent meeting with teacher

Parent meeting with guidance

Parent phone calls with administrator

Parent meeting with administrator

WITH ONE STUDENT! 

EVERY STUDENT DESERVES THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT THAT “MAYBE THIS ONE WILL WORK...” UNTIL YOU’RE OUT OF ROAD...OR UNTIL THE STUDENT HITS THE POINT OF NO RETURN.

Recap:

Lesson 1: Document Document Document

Not because the lawyer needs the data, that may be the reason at first. Ultimately, the paper trail you keep becomes your road map and personal professional development. Reflect, rethink and revise the action plan to achieve a greater result next time. There’s always a next time. 

Lesson 2: The Most Extreme Cases Usually Take Care of Themselves 

Unfortunately, teachers are the first line, and an extremely crucial component, in the growth and development of children when they are in our care. But we don’t have them with us ALL day, and it is often in the unstructured and unsupervised hours, they have free will to do what they impulsively will do. It is then that they end up making the bad decisions that remove them from our classrooms and schools, and thus out of our hands without warning - and there’s nothing we can do about it. 

Just as students do, they come into our classrooms temporarily and they are told we will teach them. More often though, we are taught many lessons from our students and it is those lessons that we take with us after they have left out doors.

[gracethefoundfamilyfan]

fam thinks im asleep cuz my lights off but joes on them cuz im doing lit hw in the dark

Does this qualify as self destructive behavior? probably. but it's also a coping mechanism bc im finally getting a little bit of my control over my life

the actual update is i finished all of my math hw until tuesday wheeeee

[afoldintime]

Okay so the pro to me taking so long to get caught up with this fic is that I didn't have to wait for the fourth chapter after the third one wheeeee

Once again, Thoughts:

"Willie was no longer waiting for him not to show up" good good, thanks Alex for getting through Willie's atrocious self esteem

they're meeting on stage??? are they not scared Caleb will be around?

peanut butter and banana... not as good as peanut butter and jelly but i'll allow it

"sometimes he was pretty sure his own importance was as much a trick of the show as Caleb's illusions" aaaand I take it back, Willie has awful self-esteem issues and we absolutely hate to see it

also but okay side note this idea of feeling useless when you don't have something to do because you've placed too much of your self worth in what you do instead of who you are?? perhaps i am self projecting but relatable

Ferris wheel!!! okay but this better not make me sad like the macarons Jo

the Ferris wheel as a symbol of the things Willie doesn't get to do Jo how dare you

piano player Willie supremacy!!! yes he absolutely would you are correct

yes!!! that's why i used to like math too!!!! the answer is either right or wrong!!!!

anddddd piano player Willie makes me sad because song and lyrics and memories Jo you have to stop why can't we have nice things

Eugene Fitzherbert was Alex's gay awakening I am CACKLING

"he reminds me of you" now i'm SCREAMING

Willex bonding over music yes

Flynn staying awake to see how Willie's dates go is the purest

oof telling himself not to hope but hoping deep down nonetheless hurts

Yes Willie!!! Alex could be your soulmate!!!! why do you think that's impossible!!!!

and once again Willie can see colors in his dreams if that doesn't mean Alex is his soulmate because just the mere presence of him reveals colors than I don't know what else does

wait a minute

Jo

...

the part where Willie sees colors in his dreams is based on the one quote i put in the moodboard isn't it

how am I so dumb how did I just now make the connection

Okay my stupidity aside Jo I love the directions you've taken this in!!! (Even though it hurts too much right now OUCH) can't wait to see what's coming next!!!

All’s Fair in Love and Curses (4/12)

Willie wasn’t entirely sure what compelled him, but he said, “There’s this one Ferris wheel I can see from the roof. I don’t think I ever rode it as a kid, and obviously I can’t now. A lot of things in this city change, but that Ferris wheel never has, and I’m dying to ride it, maybe only because I can’t, but—I know it’s weird, but it makes me think of all the things I’m never going to get to do, you know? All the opportunities I was supposed to have.”

“It doesn’t sound weird,” Alex said with so much force that Willie had no choice but to look at him, only to be startled by the intensity of Alex’s gaze. Alex blinked, as if he too was suddenly realizing how intense he was being, and broke eye contact.

Willie shouldn’t say anything. He’s already been sharing unprompted. Even pieces of himself were too much to give away, so he should stop. But sometimes, just for a moment, Alex put as much vulnerability in his gaze as Willie did in his words, so—Willie wanted to share. He closed his eyes, foraging around in what was left of his memory of the before.

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myplanetorlando replied to your post “the advantage and disadvantage of being the only math major applying...”

i'm so jealous that u have acceptances already!!

I got super lucky? I also, like. Freaked out and applied to 16 schools, which was better than the 22 I was originally planning to, but, like. I have awesome professors who wrote I’m assuming at least not terrible letters of recommendation and a bit of research experience and a reasonable GPA, so statistically, it was fairly likely to get into at least one place and applications were due Dec 15th for half of them so you hear back in January/early Feb sometimes? wheeeee yeah. Math. Lots of fun. I haven’t stopped freaking out though in terms of thank freaking god I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t get in anywhere