#Apple Math

[cammiluna]

Fawful Month Day 25 - Salesman

he was told to sell the badges. I think I've been watching too much SamTime on Youtube.

[abstractdogwolfthing]

Hello everynyan!! I’ve been practicing painting while trying to clear my schedule >:3c

(Use she/her on NM 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️)

Do I have a favorite?

… noooooooo….

[jvneseries]

Will: (rambling about his time at the infirmary) Nico: (listening, but mostly staring at Will) That sounds so difficult. You should have let me come help. Here, have an appl- Will: stares at him in betrayal Will: What... Will: Y-you can't do this to me. I- the vaccines were for your own good. (slowly backing away) I didn't know you would hate me for it. Nico: What? Are you okay? What did I do- Austin: Oh my gods, Will, I'm so sorry. Will: (almost in tears)

Nico: (panicking) Will, what? What did I do? Kayla, nocking her bow: STAY AWAY FROM HIM! TAKE THAT UGLY... THAT UGLY MONSTROSITY AWAY!!! Nico: What are you ON ABOUT? Jason: Nico. The apple. Nico: WHAT ABOUT THE APPLE? Jason: Oh my gods. Ever heard of "an apple a day keeps the doctor away?" Nico: WHAT?? WHAT NONSENSE IS THAT? AND WILL IS A MEDIC, not A DOCTOR. (chucks apple anyway) THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR BEING POLITE. GODS.

[genericpuff]

Ok ok, what about red apples? 🤨 (doing fanart and need her height, in apples. Don’t ask-)

let's start by picking a specific apple because a lot of different apple types are red, we'll go with one that's native to Greece, like Firiki Piliou-

unfortunately there's no average height of these things, instead we have average circumference which is between 14 and 18 cm

so let's make life a little easier for ourselves and assume that all the apples we're using to measure Kore have a circumference of 16cm

this gives us a radius of ~2.5cm, a diameter of ~5.10 cm, and a volume of ~69.15cm (nice)

unfortunately (but unsurprisingly) i'm terrible at actually doing math and don't remember jack shit about determining height of an object from circumference, sooo next step is to go on youtube and find an ELI5 explanation of how to do that-

aaand of course, all my high school trauma is coming back to me now, we gotta do some flip floppy shit with the equation, bet-

Kore is roughly 5"5, or 168 cm. Comparing that to the absurdly teeny height of the Firiki Piliou, we get our FINAL TOTAL-

DAMN THAT'S A LOT OF APPLES

I PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE PICKED BIGGER APPLES, THIS HAS PROBABLY TOLD YOU NOTHING (BUT HEY AT LEAST NOW YOU HAVE THE MEANS TO CALCULATE IT YOURSELF IF YOU WANT TO KNOW PERSEPHONE'S HEIGHT IN A SPECIFIC KIND OF APPLE LMAO)

THANKS ANON, THIS IS THE MOST MATH I'VE EVER HAD TO DO SINCE HIGH SCHOOL, THIS FANART BETTER BE WORTH IT /HJ

(i'm actually very much looking forward to whatever ur cooking up but i'm also incredibly confused and intrigued as to why you specifically needed apples for scale fjdkalsfjdaskl but i guess we'll find out ???)

[lavmellodii]

saw this drawing on pinterest and immediately thought how lovely awakened pure vanilla would look in this pose

[baddog-nobiting]

i honestly love that the stancest tag is like 8 people all reblogging each other. it feels... incestuous 👀

[cryptids-do-autism]

I take my revision seriously..

[planetarypiecess]

i love the concept of touhou but it intimidates me. what do you MEAN there's 20 games

[sylebs]

👀 i did it. now apple can you stop kicking me out when i'm tryna blow the petal off sylus's face 😭😭

[kozh-lucium]

Day 5 of Gale AU week: soulmate/reincarnation AU

Modern day setting. Gale is chemistry professor at blackstaff university. Meanwhile cor is amnesiac strange man who lives at countryside and owns a shabby diner.

If I have more time and energy, I might draw a continuation of this. But probably at a very later time.

[warrior-of-storms]

Fic Rec Friday #12 - 5/23/25

Title - on practical applications of qualitative analysis

Author - merils/@mamawasatesttube

Rating - Teen

Content Warning(s) - No Archive Warnings Apply

Fandom(s) - DC (comics)

Character(s) - Tim Drake, Conner Kent

Relationship(s) - TimKon

Word Count - 14,227

My thoughts - ehehehehe I love this fic dearly. It came out like three days ago but it's amazing <3 I actually saw a couple snippets from it months ago, and the pure excitement I felt when I saw that it was finished is second only to when I got the email that one of my favorite fics had posted its final chapter last year.

They're both dorks <3 Tim especially is so, so smart and yet so incredibly dumb. If anyone was going to need two whole spreadsheets to realize that they're in love with their best friend, it would be him. He's just Like That (affectionate).

Idk what to tell you, if the idea of Tim making spreadsheets to decide if he likes Kon or not isn't enough to make you read this I don't know what would be. Mayhaps the fact that Kon gets a look at the spreadsheets too and bakes a pie about it? Just read it, it's so much fun.

[the-light-of-deceit]

has any of you had a crash out before? In any way, curious

….Uuuuuuhhhhhhhh- -♢

(FLAAAAAASHBAAAAAAAAACCCKK!!!! /ref)

*this is literally RIGHT after the Beacon Of Truth chapter, the room is a mess with fire burning, tables flipped, and chairs broken, books scattering the floors in disarray.*

I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!! HE TRICKED ME.. ME, OF ALL COOKIES!!!!! HOW ON EARTHBREAD DID HE DO IT?!? -♧

Master Shadow milk, we— -♢

GRAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!! I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM!!!!!!!!!!! -♧

If you’d just— -♢

WHAT?!?!?!?! -♧

…nothing -♢

*Intense breaking things and ripping things to shreds while angrily yelling*

…Oy vey… -♢

(Back to now :D)

Oh! Yeah, all of us have! I don’t do it AS often, And you can just say Sapph has been crashing out a LOT being called gay all the time, but uh.. Master Shadow Milk Cookie’s crash outs?…are something else -♡

He doesn’t hate Pure Vanilla as much anymore, but uh.. let’s just say he’s.. ahem. Kind of. Scary when he’s mad. -♢

Oh yeah no he’s terrifying.. -♡

Which is why I hide the faerie thing. -♢

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

On my eleventh birthday, Prime Minister Lu gave me the most incredible miniature city. It was a replica of Xianyang's main square, sculpted from clay and so faithfully painted that every red door and thatched roof was rendered in breath-taking detail. It came with its own enormous, custom-built table, spanning one zhang and five chi in total. The model was clearly meant to be a display item, but I loathed to show it to anyone, not even the other princes. I kept it in my room, and none of the other servants were allowed to dust it, except for Zhao Gao. 

The best part was the buildings were not glued down. They could be moved around like the pieces on a chessboard. I would spend entire afternoons gently picking each one up and weighing them in my hands. I imagined this was similar to what Pangu felt when he opened the heavens and split the earth. I had always wondered why a giant wouldn't go rampaging across the countryside, levelling mountains and stomping towns into splinters just for the thrill of it. No one would have been able to stop him, after all. Now that I had a taste of that power, I felt intensely protective. No harm was allowed to come to Little Xianyang. I accidentally dropped the townhall once and burst into tears over it. Zhao Gao eventually fixed it with some flour paste, and you could barely see the cracks, but it still left me heartbroken. 

This city was perfect. So absolutely perfect. Except for one small thing: there were no people! What good was an empty, uninhabited shell? I didn't want to be the king of silent walls and deserted streets. I wanted my city to be alive and busy, filled with bustling crowds, rumbling wheels, braying animals and the smell of smoke and food. 

That became my new project: populating table-top square. After deliberating the matter with Zhao Gao, we raided the kitchens and returned with several bowls of beans. I had them all arranged according to shape, colour and size. Red kidney beans for the soldiers, black dragon-eyes for the gentry, blue mung beans for the scholars, and white soybeans for the common folk. It was so satisfying to spoon them into the streets and watch them wobble around, almost as if they had a mind of their own. I would have preferred to have more accurate representations of people with unique faces and clothes, but not even Nuwa could create those details on such a small scale. In any case, the beans made up for it by being so numerous and colourful. If I squinted my eyes, I could almost believe I was looking at a crowd from far away. 

The city became a small window into the outside world. An escape I desperately craved. I had been in Qin for over a year, but I was rarely allowed to leave the palace. For once, the Prime Minister and King were in perfect agreement over something. The Crown Prince was not supposed to mingle with the common masses. In an ironic turn of events, I had less freedom in Qin than I did in Zhao, where I was surrounded by enemies who wanted me dead. I could count on one hand the number of times I was allowed to have an outing. How I treasured those bright little moments, preserved so clearly in my mind’s eye like an insect trapped in amber. It's strange to think that since then I’ve become the most well-travel man in the Empire. Perhaps the whole world. I’ve summited the highest peaks and visited each of the four seas. Yet the sight of all those wonders could not match the same thrill I felt as a boy, riding for a whole sichen in a stuffy carriage to travel across the city to visit Grand-Uncle Soandso and Second-Cousin Whatshisname.  

The trips gave me so much inspiration. If I saw a fault somewhere, I would try to come up with ways to improve it. Once, when we were crossing the East Marketplace, it suddenly dawned on me that the roads were always heavily congested. I drew up the curtains and poked my head outside, much to the dismay of Zhao Gao. 

"Your Highness!"

"Oh, hush, I just want to see what's going on." 

"Please lower the curtain, Highness, it isn't proper." 

I rolled my eyes. He could be such an old biddy sometimes, especially with that high-pitched, girly voice. Half the fun was teasing him. "I am the crown prince. Who’s to tell me what is or isn't proper?" 

Zhao Gao glanced anxiously at my mother’s carriage behind us. "My Prince, I beg you. Even if you don't get into trouble, l will!" 

Groaning in annoyance, I dropped the curtain and peeked out the side instead. "There! Happy now?" 

Zhao Gao was not happy but wisely decided to cut his losses. He was only a eunuch, no matter how well-liked, and my patience with him only went so far. 

I squinted out across the sea of heads and horses. It was apparent that the streets were badly designed. There were not enough walkways, and everyone was forced into the same exit and entry points. I spent the remainder of the journey pondering the problem, my mind churning as madly as the clogs in my mother’s loom when it was producing a great length of silk. The minute my carriage stopped at the palace, I was off like a loose arrow with Zhao Gao's long-suffering voice echoing in my ears, "My Prince, please don't run!"

I spent the rest of the evening bustling around my model city, jotting down calculations on my handkerchief. First I measured the streets with my thumb and forefinger. Next I put all the buildings together and measured their total area. To my delight, I saw that the numbers worked out. I could fit a new street, I just needed to be clever about it. That was one of the caveats I’d set for myself. I couldn't get rid of any of the houses-- where would my citizens live, otherwise? Nor could I encroach on any of the neighbouring areas, or shrink the marketplace. With those goals in mind, I got to work widening the  throughfare and reorganized the buildings. Zhao Gao knelt beside me, silently grinding ink and occasionally interjecting helpfully; “you forgot to carry the one, My Prince.” 

By the time I finished the sky was dark and the lamps had been lit, though I had not noticed the servants coming in. Grinning from ear to ear, I stepped away from the table in order to admire my work in its entirety. What had once been a column of numbers had been transformed into reality. I cleared my throat and announced in the grand voice I’d been practicing, "I decree this new marketplace open!" With that, the little bean people rolled happily into the new streets, cheering for their clever king. 

Notes: there's something so deliciously ironic about making ying zheng an idealistic child who dreams of improving his citizens lives with grand infrastructure projects vs what he actually ends up doing.

"What good was an empty, uninhabited shell? I didn't want to be the king of silent walls and deserted streets."

aw don't cry buddy. maybe one day the archeologists will crack Mt Li open and you won't be alone anymore.

Green and blue were referred to by the same word 'qing' 青. The “blue” beans he is talking about are actually green mung beans.

Pangu—a primordial giant who created the world. 

Nuwa—a goddess who created the first humans from clay. 

Dragon eyes – transliteration of longan, the fruit was first recorded in the Han dynasty, but could plausibly have existed during the Qin.

[indigokashmir]

Sir Issac Newton's Home :Woolsthrope Manor

[dailypurpled]

DAILY PURPLED DAY 321 - woah numbers in a sequence! Wait… numbers… sequence… series… NO NO NO NO NO NO

[netscapenavigator-official]

Currently trying to figure out how to make a calculator in LibreOffice that can take the "yes or no" answers of four questions and turn them into values for this horrendous formula I've mustered up:

(B1+G1(D1*C1)/P)+(B2+G2(D2*C2))=F

But I've never used spreadsheet formulas outside of basic adding, subtracting, multiplying, dividing, etc., so using IF/ELSE statements in a LibreOffice Calc document terrifies me. I barely know any Swift from Apple's Swift Playgrounds, but I feel like I could write a better script in Swift than the monstrosity I'm about to make in LibreCalc.