#Professor parenthesis

[axe-inator]

i saw this meme and couldn't resist doing it with my fav

[looney-mooney-studio]

I have two questions for the Linda Cipher AU! (More might come in the future lol)

-What do some of Linda’s friends/colleagues/family members think of Linda during her time with Bill/after the initial breakup? Especially with how it seems like she gets worse and worse overtime?

-Also does Bill have any alternative forms (such as a more human form) in this AU? Or is he just his funky triangular self?

Excited to see more of this AU’s development :)

Okay, so. In my mind, she fucked the triangle. It is the triangle she dated, the triangle she had a partnership with, and the triangle she had kids with. But in the Star Wars special, Candace specifically says “Oh cool, mom remarried?”, meaning she WAS publicly married to SOMEONE. Most likely someone who at least APPEARED human enough to have seemingly 100% human kids with.

But Bill doesn’t have a physical form in the human world, and he certainly doesn’t have the ability to make his own body here. (Sorry human bill fans.) We know he can possess people (my friends and I even tossed around the idea he might have possessed one of her colleagues), but then that’s a whole other person he’d have to make a deal with to bring into this and I’d prefer to keep the story cleaner than that. This isn’t about Linda being with some random guy who Bill happens to be possessing, this is about Linda being with Bill.

We know he can possess corpses, but I don’t think Linda would agree to keeping a deceased human body in her house, even if it’s just a vessel for her husband to keep up appearances. What’s far more likely, especially in a show with hyper realistic prosthetic and robotic technology like Phineas and Ferb, is for her to make him a puppet. Or at least, have one commissioned.

With that established, let me throw you a curveball. Do yall remember this guy?

This guy is Professor Parenthesis (pronounced paren-thesis, like a college paper), a former colleague and current wannabe arch nemesis to Major Monogram. He was introduced in the OWCA Files special. When promo materials of this dude were first going around, there was a pretty decent chunk of the Phineas and Ferb fandom who theorized he might be the biological Flynn father, since he bears a not insignificant resemblance to Candace and Phineas.

Then the episode aired and we found out he was actually a bug piloting an android.

So. You know. That kind of killed the theory. And now the Book of Bill’s come out and the closest we’ll ever get to canon confirmation of a possible biological father for the Flynn kids is a one-off joke implying that Linda had intimate relations with a sentient demonic extra dimensional triangle, so the theory’s like, extra turbo dead.

What I’m about to propose is absolutely not true. Professor Parenthesis is shown to be a skilled roboticist, and most likely built this android from scratch himself. But WHAT IF this was a discarded android that Professor Parenthesis found, studied, fixed, and modified for his own purposes? That would be much easier for him to do than building it from scratch himself, considering the amount of large heavy machinery it contains.

I don’t think Linda has much experience working with robotics, but Linda very much strikes me as a collaborative scientist, not the lone pioneer that Ford tried to be. She could very easily have found fellow scientists in other fields to help her develop technology like this, and she could say she wants it for the possibility of remote space exploration, making it easier for people to experience space and do tasks such as space station repairs without spending money sending actual people into space.

She’d argue it should be as humanoid as possible, since humans are used to piloting ourselves and she’d say the transition should be as immersive and seamless as possible. She could also propose the technology could be used for other purposes, such as the development of artificial limbs. She wants a remotely pilot-able android that mimics the human experience as much as possible, including the dexterity and sensory feedback of an above-average human body to compensate for a large variety of skill levels. And she thinks this sort of technology will need several prototypes, some of which will fail.

It’s not too difficult for her to obtain a “failed prototype” as a gift for her partner.

When people meet Linda’s new partner, she introduces him as William Cipher Birchtree, long-lost heir to the Birchtree family legacy of Ciphertology, named for their god. He seems strange, but he makes her happy, and though his beliefs are peculiar, he also seems to be a good match for her wit, and it’s not like there aren’t scientists with strange beliefs out in the world. Her colleagues tease her for her involvement with the cult, but her work is sound, revolutionary even, and she works exceptionally well with her colleagues. Even if she’s getting bizarrely involved with her husband’s obscure cult.

When she breaks up with her partner - her husband - she cuts off all ties to the scientific community. She destroys her own life’s work - a portal to other dimensions, one specifically designed to make faster-than-light speed travel feasible by taking advantage of foreign laws of physics - and renounces it all, warning everyone she knows never to use the portal.

She can’t skip town though, she kept most of her technology in the basement, and she doesn’t want anyone else getting their hands on it and potentially letting her ex husband through. And beside which, her daughter’s best friend lives next door. She can’t bring herself to cut out her safety net entirely, and not many of her neighbors were even aware she was an astrophysicist in the first place. So she stays in Danville. And, eventually, she meets someone who loves her even when she’s not being revolutionary.

[doofdaily]

its not different at all is it steve

[theloveinc]

i am now at the point in my writing where i am just free styling and raw dogging my academic proposals. lmfao.

[justkillingthyme]

I’m doing a perspective project for my drawing class!

[quicksilverblue]

Student: Do we need to use MLA or APA for reflection paper?

Me: Reflection papers are informal, I don't care.

Me: Also no, always and only and forever Chicago!

[rosy-hollow]

｡ﾟ•┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ꒰ა ʚɞ ໒꒱ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈• ｡ﾟ╰┈➤ @lillycore ⦂ Hey! Can I request something else with Sukuna? Maybe collage au , where Sukuna is in college for engineering, but reader doesn’t go to university and instead focuses on being a freelance artist , but sometimes she sneaks into some of Sukuna’s courses with him? 》 ✐ᝰ YIPPEE MORE SUKUNA!! (sorry i cut out all the parenthesis for space purposes 😭) ｡ﾟ•┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ꒰ა ʚɞ ໒꒱ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈• ｡ﾟ

No one’s really sure when you started showing up to Sukuna’s engineering lectures.

As far as most people were concerned, you’d always been there—like you materialized out of thin air and effortlessly became part of the atmosphere.

But honestly, no one minded.

You arrived alongside your pink-haired boyfriend, and the two of you had an interesting dynamic. The two of you being highschool sweethearts, he had mellowed out over the years - most likely because of you. However, you working as a freelance artist gave you both endless time... and absolutely none at all.

While Sukuna was out at university, you’d spend hours sitting in your apartment, sketching on your tablet—a gift from him, of course. You loved it. But, no matter how much you adored your work, being alone in your apartment without quickly grew... depressing.

So, one day, wordlessly, Sukuna dragged you to one of his lectures. Without asking, he pulled out the chair beside him, muttering under his breath that you should “Behave.”

You shrugged, popped in one earbud, and settled in, drawing quietly next to him. Sukuna listened to the lecture and took notes diligently; you? You lost yourself in your art.

It didn’t take long for the professor to notice a new face in his class, though it took even longer for him to realize you were, in fact, not a student. It was when Sukuna casually asked a question about compression ratios that the professor caught sight of you humming softly, your stylus moving fluidly on your tablet.

The professor didn’t know what to do with you. But, honestly, you weren’t a distraction, so he decided it wasn’t a huge deal.

And that was how you became the honorary student in Sukuna’s Solid Mechanics class — despite not having the faintest idea what half of it meant.

It didn’t make you stupid, though.

“And so you see, as per this graph—”

Your hand shot up, and the professor paused, glancing over at you in mild surprise, as if he hadn’t expected you to speak up.

“Yes?” he addressed you calmly.

You frowned a little, twirling your stylus between your fingers. “I think there’s a part of the graph missing in the key... the green squiggly bit? It’s kind of vague about what the graph’s actually trying to show... If I’m out of place, just let me know, but would something like this be better?”

You held up your tablet, showing your version of the graph—redrawn in a clearer, more digestible way.

The professor blinked, clearly taken aback as he read over the graph. He let out a short, impressed huff. “This is quite impressive—did you draw this yourself?”

You nodded sheepishly, and the professor’s expression softened, a genuine smile crossing his face. He tapped Sukuna’s notebook, already prepared to speak to him.

“You get this sent to me, yeah? And Sukuna—” He glanced over at your boyfriend, who was now watching you with that familiar pride in his eyes. “You found yourself a good one.”

Sukuna met your gaze, his lips curling into a small but proud smirk as he leaned in to kiss your temple.

“That’s m’girl.”

A/N: is it obvious i know next to nothing about engineering

[judasgot-it]

Dr Ratio x Reader

Dr Ratio tries to teach y/n basic algebra (and cries doing so, they are just that stupid)

"You do what's in the parenthesis first,"

This was too hard.

With great regret, you had asked Dr. Ratio to help you with understanding algebra. You didn't even really care for the subject that much, but apparently you had to understand it in order to learn the cooler math. Which sucked - why couldn't you just do the interesting stuff first? This doesn't really seem related to anything, honestly.

But according to him, this was a basic foundation of mathematics.

Which sucked. It was so stupid. Why were there letters in this? You were pretty sure math is about numbers.

How does x even equal a number? You wouldn't know, because you were stuck on this problem for over twenty minutes now.

This was question 3 on the quiz he gave you. A simple one. He just wanted to go over the basics he had lectured you about. Which left you stuck in the same seat you had watched him lecture from, your ass already sore from sitting for so long. Unfortunately, freedom was far away as you got completely lost on how to solve any of these problems.

5(x+1)=2(x-5)-6

You tried to subtract the 1 out of the parenthesis, to bring it to the other side. This was how it's done, right?

Looking up, you saw his mask covering his face. So you didn't know if you were doing what you should be. So you just kept going.

Somehow you got 1/5.

That probably wasn't the right answer. But whatever.

Dr. Ratio was making weird noises at this point. He loomed over you, his abs almost hitting the top of your head as he watched - once in a while his thigh would hit the back of your chair, reminding you of whatever thought process he had. However he saw what you were doing from underneath that mask, you just knew he was judging you.

Carefully, you focused on the next problem.

The seething professor behind you hadn't allowed you to use a calculator - according to him, it was far too easy. Something one can easily do in their head.

It felt a little more embarassing to have to do the subtraction on the side. You don't remember 54-12 off of the top of your head, and you weren't a math god. So you had to do this each time. The side of your paper was riddled with lines that broke down or added numbers.

"That's not right."

He placed his hand on your shoulder, leaning down even further as he took his other hand and scrutinized the paper in front of him. The mask on his face brushed against your head, and it was unexpected - it didn't feel cold nor warm, simply just room temperature. It wasn't as hard as stone either.

"I thought the point of a quiz was for me to figure it out, not the teacher."

There was no point in arguing with him though. You were tired and your hand hurt.

"You can't even figure it out. At this point, this is a form of torture," The way he said that made it sound as if he was in more pain than you.

"Did you listen to anything that I had said?"

"Yeah." No the fuck you did not.

"None of your answers should be fractions. You also can't even follow the order of operations."

"I did the parenthesis like you said-"

"You just keep doing addition and subtraction. Not even well, since you make very simple mistakes."

You looked to where he was pointing; 39+42=71. That looked pretty correct to you.

"That's right though?"

"No. No, it's not. You missed an entire ten. It's 81," he sighed as he said this as if talking to a stupid child, curt but not able to truly express how he felt. Maybe he was justified in that response.

"Oh." You didn't know how he got that answer, but he was certainly right. Oops.

"You can't do algebra since you can't even do the basics. Do you even know how to multiply?"

"Yeah, I can-"

"Without a calculator. With double digits,"

He had taken off his mask, placing it to the side as he really started to scrutinize you; the hair on his forehead stuck to his skin slightly, having one bang that stubbornly clung to his nose and batting close to his eyelashes. The man even took a seat next to you, his eyes looking at yours and then back to the paper. As if he was in disbelief.

You could only shake your head. This was hard, and you could feel the frustration build up in your eyes as he only looked and scrutinized your paper further.

"You need to learn the basics again."

"This is the basics, right?"

"No. You can't even multiply or divide. That is elementary."

In shame, you put down your pencil and tried to hide your face behind your hands. You were never going to be able to do the cool math, were you? Like how to calculate the burger number. That's the cool math.

You heard the pencil be picked up by another hand, one that is a little too close to you - Dr. Ratio's shoulder brushed against yours, his bare and slutty arm taking up more than enough of your personal space.

"Let's go over this next problem. I'll explain it as you go along."

He was already giving you tips while you did the quiz, but that's fine. You have already dug yourself into a pit of shame and despair as you failed to do, apparently, basic math. So what would be one more embarrassing failure?

Taking the pen from his rather warm hand, you went back too it.

"So, how would you start this problem?"

At this point, his finger was just pointing at hieroglyphs. The letters with the numbers made it rather hard to comprehend what you were looking at.

"The parenthesis."

"There is no parenthesis in this," he frowned at you, continuing his streak of major disappointment. "Order of operations, PEMDAS, so what is your next step?"

"...multiply?"

"0 points. You do the exponents."

"So, the x with the little two."

You were sure that he blanked out on that one. His face had fallen into a strange expression, as if he had seen shadows move in his peripheral vision, as if he were followed by shadow people; a sort of pre-horror look.

"You do know what x squared means, correct?"

"How does x become a square? I still don't get that."

His face morphed into something else. Frustration, shock, agony. It could mean a lot of things, but his reaction was so strong you could taste it.

"You don't know what exponents are, do you?"

"...no."

You would think he would have understood this given how you were apparently bad at everything else. But it looked like you had slapped him and kicked his dog, from the look he gave you.

"By aeons what do you know!?"

"...1+1?"

He slammed his hands against the table. Your pencil rolled away from you from the shockwave, hitting the floor with a clatter as Ratio made loud facial expressions from underneath his hands. It looked as if he were a Shakespearian character who had been stabbed in the heart.

His breaths were heavy, his chest heaving with every attempt. One of his amber eyes peaked at you from underneath his slender fingers, staring at you as if you were a stubborn puzzle that did not wish to be solved.

There was something he wanted to say, but instead there was only a small noise that came from his throat. The stare he gave you could shatter glass.

"Are you okay, professor?"

He shook his head. The man turned to look at nothing, his face cradled in the palm of his hand.

"I have never met anyone like you."

That wasn't a compliment. But you were going to take it as one. That's the best you could do in this situation, honestly.

The man put his head down onto the table, one of his hands threading through his hair. You reached your hand out to his shoulder, patting him lightly in order to comfort.

You didn't see it, but there were tears pooling around his eyes, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down.

Authors note: I don't know what this is, I'm just trying to grasp ratios character. If it's OOC then that's cause i haven't even gotten to penachony yet.

Also the burger number is real it's called whopper and was literally named after the burger King sandwich. The more you know.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Punctuation Marks

In speaking, we use pauses and the pitch of the voice to make what we say clear. Punctuation plays a similar role in writing, making it easier to read.

Punctuation consists of both rules and conventions. There are rules of punctuation that have to be followed; but there are also punctuation conventions that give writers greater choice.

The standard English punctuation is as follows: period/full stop, comma, apostrophe, quotation, question, exclamation, brackets, braces, parenthesis, dash, hyphen, ellipsis, colon, semicolon.

. PERIOD/FULL STOP

Use a period/full stop to mark the end of a sentence:

We went to France last summer.

We were really surprised that it was so easy to travel on the motorways.

In addition to closing sentences, we also use full stops in initials for personal names:

G. W. Dwyer

David A. Johnston, Accountant

Full stops are also used after abbreviations, although this practice is becoming less common:

Arr. (arrival)

etc. (etcetera)

Dr. (doctor)

, COMMA

We use commas to separate a list of similar words or phrases:

It’s important to write in clear, simple, accurate words.

We do not normally use a comma before and at the end of a list of single words:

They travelled through Bulgaria, Slovakia, the Czech Republic and Poland.

American English does use a comma in lists before and:

We took bread, cheese, and fruit with us.

Note: the Oxford comma, also known as a serial comma, is placed immediately before the conjunction—usually “and,”. “or,” or “nor”—in a series of three or more terms.

We use commas to separate words or phrases that mark where the voice would pause slightly:

I can’t tell you now. However, all will be revealed tomorrow at midday.

We had, in fact, lost all of our money.

James, our guide, will accompany you on the boat across to the island.

' APOSTROPHE

Apostrophes are used to mark possession and to mark contractions. They are also used to denote a quotation mark in material that is already being quoted.

It was James’ car that the drunk driver hit.

“James said, ‘If you come any closer I’ll call the police.’”

'...' or "..." QUOTATION MARKS

Quotation marks in English are ‘…’ or “…”. In direct speech, we enclose what is said within a pair of single or double quotation marks, although single quotation marks are becoming more common.

Lydia said, “Is this my prom dress?”

Quotation marks are used to inform a reader either of something that was spoken or something that is being directly copied from another work. Quotes should also be placed around a word if it is used in a specific context or otherwise bears special attention. In informal applications, quotations can also be used to denote something that is ironic.

? QUESTION MARK

Use question marks to make clear that what is said is a question. When we use a question mark, we do not use a period/full stop:

Why do they make so many mistakes?

! EXCLAMATION POINT/MARK

Use an exclamation point/mark after a command or other expression that expresses strong feeling or deserves special emphasis:

For the last time, stop distracting me!

Fire! Fire!

We use exclamation points/marks to indicate an exclamative clause or expression in informal writing. When we want to emphasise something in informal writing, we sometimes use more than one exclamation point/mark:

Listen!!

Use exclamation points sparingly. Overuse dilutes their impact.

( ) [ ] { } PARENTHESIS, BRACKET, BRACES

Parentheses note non-essential information that could be skipped without altering the meaning of a sentence. Brackets are most commonly employed in academic writing within a quotation where the writer is omitting or explaining something. In either case, the writer places a bracket within the quote [explains or places an ellipsis and] closes the bracket to continue the quote. Braces are used quite rarely and are employed to essentially make a list within a list.

Cora (the woman who lives down the street from Jane) works as a paralegal.

Professor Brown claims, “She [the novel’s central character] is an example of a strong African-American woman.”

Before I go on vacation I need to pack my bags {clothes, toiletries and shoes}, unplug the TV, and close all of the windows.

more on: ( ) PARENTHESES

Use parentheses to enclose information that is helpful or informative but not essential:

When you get to that big farmhouse (three miles from I-270), turn left.

If parentheses enclose a question or exclamation, keep the question mark or exclamation point inside the parentheses:

Shema received Omar’s text (when did he get an iPhone 6s?) and replied yesterday.

However, capitalize or include periods only if the parenthetical sentence is not enclosed within another complete sentence:

I told my partner (we had been married only five days) that I missed her desperately.

I told my partner that I missed her desperately. (We had been married only five days.)

more on: [ ] BRACKETS

Use brackets to add an explanation or comment to a direct quote:

Berta wondered aloud, “Why did it [Joker] end that way?”

“This poem [“We Real Cool”] made Brooks famous,” explained Professor Choi.

Use brackets to enclose text that is already in parentheses:

According to this chart (Temperature Extremes [Fig. 4]), we've had a record-setting winter.

Put the Latin word “sic” in brackets to indicate that a mistake in a word or phrase appeared in the original source:

Their fundraising letter began, “Dear Fiends [sic].”

— DASH

Dashes are generally not in common use but denote a tangent within a thought. There are two kinds of dashes, an “en” dash and an “em” dash.

En dashes essentially are the same glyph as hyphens but fill a different purpose. Em dashes are longer, an easy way to remember is that an en dash is the length of an “n” and an Em dash is the length of an “m”.

I think that my dog is a genius — but doesn’t everybody think their pet is?

Dashes are able to substitute for commas and semicolons in the right situation. They can replace commas to note non-essential information or semicolon to note an example. Despite, and because of this versatility dashes should not be frequently employed in your writing.

The multitude of applications make dashes easy to overuse taking away from, rather than adding to clarity in your writing.

Note: Dashes can either connect to the surrounding words or be separated by a space, it is an issue of style, be sure to ask your professors if they have a preference.

more on: — EM DASH

Formed by two hyphens, dashes mark an abrupt break in a sentence. Less formal than either parentheses or commas, a dash—highlighting whatever is set apart—also creates a dramatic pause.

Use a dash (instead of parentheses) when a parenthetic expression is lengthy, contains commas, or deserves special emphasis:

My grandmother's house—the apartment in the city, not the clapboard cottage on the beach—has been sold.

Daynel told me—and don’t breathe a word of this to anyone—that he was fired Wednesday.

Use a dash to emphasize or to set off a single word, an appositive, or a summary:

There’s one way in which to succeed—hard work.

I cannot believe what she puts on her hamburger—sauerkraut.

They graduated, married, and divorced—all this change in just six months.

Use a dash to show an abrupt change in thought:

You are NOT dragging me to that movie—oh, what the heck, start the car.

Use a dash to mark an interruption or pause in dialogue:

“Would—would you mind terribly?”

- HYPHEN

Hyphenate multiple words acting as a single adjective before a noun:

state-of-the-art design

greenish-blue eyes

Hyphenate compound numbers:

twenty-eight

ninety-three

Hyphenate certain prefixes and suffixes:

all-school assembly

self-esteem

Hyphenate words to avoid ambiguity:

Since Sylvia auctioned all my records, I’ll have to re-collect them.

Hyphenate some compound words to avoid awkward double or triple letters:

anti-inflammatory

cross-stitch

Use a dictionary to check standard usage of hyphenated words, e.g., whistle blower, whistleblower, or whistle-blower.

Never use a hyphen between an adverb ending in “ly” and the adjective it modifies.

. . . ELLIPSIS

Use three spaced periods (ellipsis) to indicate the omission of one or more words in a direct quote. Beginning a quotation with an ellipsis is unnecessary. End a quotation with an ellipsis only if words have been omitted from the end of the final quoted sentence:

“Now, as a nation . . . we were founded on the idea that everybody should have an equal opportunity to succeed.”

“brilliant . . . an amazingly insightful film”

If the ellipsis represents the omission of a complete sentence or more, use four periods instead of three:

“Change will not come if we wait for some other person. . . . We are the change that we seek.”

: COLON

Use a colon to introduce ideas or a series of details that explain the preceding independent clause. A colon may call attention to an appositive, example, list, or a quotation:

Only one thing was important to her: the truth.

The reasons for divorce are many: money, infidelity, children, or boredom.

The sense of unity with nature is vividly shown in Zen Buddhist poetry: “An old pine tree preaches wisdom.”

Use a colon when required by convention:

Biblical references: Genesis 1:1

Business letter salutations: Dear Professor Devall:

Certain titles and subtitles: Babel: Or the Necessity of Violence: An Arcane History of the Oxford Translators' Revolution

Periodical Volume and Number: Harper’s 203:16

Periodical Volume and Page Number: Harper’s 203:98–101

Time: 12:15 a.m. to 12:30 a.m.

; SEMI-COLON

We use semi-colons instead of full stops to separate two main clauses. In such cases, the clauses are related in meaning but are separated grammatically:

Spanish is spoken throughout South America; in Brazil the main language is Portuguese.

/ SLASH

The slash indicates contrasting terms or paired items:

Durand took Advanced Astrophysics on a pass/fail basis.

Although the player/manager committed eight errors in three innings, he still wouldn't take himself out of the game.

When quoting a poem, use a slash to indicate the end of a line, adding a space before and after the slash:

“The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity.”

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[institute-of-oddology-founder]

Hello Professor Pines! Sorry to be a bother but…screw it, I’m breaking protocol as is-

I’m a low-level agent from the Axolotl Displacement of Weirdness Agency(ooc an au I’m thinking of making, please ignore the parenthesis) and I have to inform you that you’re using improper channels for this.

There are different ways you could go about this, including reaching out to Ace/Watchdog Ford in order to receive a better fitting Stanley.

Besides that…Have you accounted for how Stanley Pines will act after that? There are few constant universal truths, but one of them that we follow at AWDA is that the Pines Twins are a SET. They come together for a reason, even if they aren’t ways deserving of their other half.

Attempting to remove a Stan from their Ford is bad enough, but are you prepared to deal with the consequences?

Ford/45 will do anything to get his Stanley back, are you prepared to have to kill him to prevent that? Furthermore, are you prepared to kill the rest of his family? Stanley’s quite close to his Grandneice and Grandnephew, and you know of his adoptive son. Even if you do all that, there’s no guarantee you’ll be able to stop Stanley/45 from attempting to join them when he finds out. Or you could not tell him and just wipe his memory again. Or you could gaslight him into thinking he’s in the right universe and manipulate those around you to back up your story and deal with the constant guilt of knowing you’re lying to your family

If you are prepared for that, then carry on.

If and probably when you decide to do that, seeing how possessive and obsessive most Stanford’s tend to be on the record, might I suggest faking Stanley/45s death? If I’m right, and this is the dimension/timeline in which Bill was defeated and the younger Pines twins succeeded and both lived, then the older Pines Twins of this dimension are on a boat somewhere?

If that is the case, then perhaps you can manipulate a situation where Stanley goes overboard and Stanford thinks he’s dead? Even better if you can get your portal, you are planning on transporting him with a portal I believe, to appear in the water so Stanley doesn’t risk drowning. And since the effects of the Memory gun are semi-permanent, if fading, perhaps you can lightly gaslight him into believing he’s in the right world? You’d have to be on a boat upon leaving, but it could work. Or you could possibly invent a device to alter the minds of those around you so they believe the situation you tell them to be true?

Sorry, I’m trying to come up with an outcome with the least fallback. I have to go now though, I‘lol be in enough trouble with my supervisor for messaging you, much less for doing it on an Agency computer

Agent Fennec signing off!

This is wonderfully planned, thank you! I'll take this and consider this for the plan. I just need to know when they'll be back on the water... Though, I don't want Stan to be in too much danger in the water. I don't want to risk anything.

I won't use the memory gun on Stanley unless I need to. Maybe I'll just use it on Ford. He doesn't need to remember this, anyway.

And, forgive if I'm mistaken, but I am under the impression that this Watchdog Ford is not particularly in my favor... I don't have to look for him, I'll just have to avoid him.

[axe-inator]

rip to my legendary old icons this is my fav ship that i made up

[monstersflashlight]

First Lines tag game!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people. Tagged by: @firawren and @supahnon

I'm gonna do it for the last I've written (which doesn't mean they are published yet *wink*). In the parenthesis it's the title of the story.

“Fuck, fuck, baby I’m gonna… Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” (Chipmunk cheeks)

You slip inside the dark room again, your body completely melting as soon as you are inside, closing behind you, making sure you are alone for as long as you want. (Magic dick: what’s more romantic than a glory hole?)

It takes him about two hours to find you after your test is done. You’ve been dancing around each other all semester, but he insisted he couldn’t do anything before you finished his class. (Professor-fucker)

When your friends asked you to go out with them, you were about to refuse, but one of them said it was monster night at the bar you usually went to, and that picked your interest. (Size kink going brr)

You don’t know what’s about that particular lizardman that you can’t seem to stay away from him. (Drenched)

Every time you’ve come to the forest it’s with a secret intention. (Forest entity: Picnics and situationships)

He was right and you woke up right when the food arrived, but it was hard not to when he knocked on the metal wall until your eyes flew open. (Alien inspector (part 11): punishment)

You’ve been crying for what feels like ten hours. (Sword crossing)

Your relationship with Hodei, with your orc mate, has been blooming since that disaster date with the human, but for some reason, he’s still holding back part of himself. (Out of jealousy (part 4): five step plan)

The fucking specism with monsters is so blatant in the company that, once you are high enough position, you start to want to make changes. (Company policy)

No-pressure Tagging: @monstersholygrail @slightly-knot-insane @rs-hawk @bunnis-monsters @yesdangerpls @biscuitdragonwithastick and anyone else who wants to play!

[pigeonflavouredcake]

How to reference in your grimoire

If you intend on sharing your grimoire with the public or you're a fan of a more academic style of writing then you're gonna want to reference your sources to avoid any kind of plagiarism.

You may have already learned how to reference at your college/uni, in which case follow that method, but if you haven't let me show you what i've been doing in my grimoire.

The referencing style I was taught in my degree is a form of APA 7th edition. This style is best for essays and small research papers and since my grimoire is essentially a bunch of mini contextual essays stuck together I thought it was appropriate.

Here's the format:

Author Surname, Author Initials. (Date of publication/release). Title of source: sub-heading/title of chapter. Publishing company/website. Place of publication/website link. [Format]

So for example, the book I'm currently reading is Buried by Professor Alice Roberts. If I were to reference this book in this format it would look something like this:

Roberts, A. (2023). Buried, An Alternative History of The First Millennium in Britain: Water and Wine. Simon and Schuster. London. [Book]

(Its up to you whether you decide to put the chapter before the book title, it doesn't make a difference, but I prefer doing it this way.)

This reference will need to follow an in-text citation. You can do that by adding a little number in parentheses next to your quote or paraphrase that corresponds to the number on your list of references OR you can make a mini reference following this method:

(Author Surname, Author Initials. (Date of publication). Page number if required)

So following this method an in-text citation would look like this:

(Roberts, A. (2023). p1)

Tips

If you are citing a source with multiple authors, organised them alphabetically by surname, your in text citation only needs to include the first one.

If you're referencing an online upload of an old source like Internet Archive or Project Gutenberg, include the original authors name first, uploaders name/ID second and mark which is which in parenthesis, then the date of original publication if you can find it, followed by the date it was uploaded to the site.

If you are referencing a film/TV episode, use the name of the director and include (Dir) next to their name.

If you can't find a date of publication/upload then write DNA instead.

Always put your references at the back of your grimoire. If your grimoire contains multiple chapters, group them by each chapter and then organise either alphabetically or chronologically. If your in-text citation uses numbers, organise your reference list chronologically. If you're using a mini reference, organise your reference list alphabetically.

This last bit is especially important for practitioners who intend to publish their work. Please please please do not skip referencing! I've read so many traditionally published witchcraft books who's authors don't do this or do it half-assed and I can't stand it.

Readers deserve to know where your information is coming from so they can be the judge on whether or not it's appropriate for them to practice themselves. Not doing so creates a cycle of ignorance among readers and new practitioners that encourages the spread of cultural appropriation, poor media literacy and poor historical and scientific understanding. Always cite your sources.

[foxfirestarlight]

Friend

3000~ words.

@bluebearial writes lovely and cute things that inspired us :3

It might be a little scuffed cuz we wrote most of it at 9 pm and the rest at 11 pm the same day but it was fun to reimagine us meeting in something like Bee's world of plushies coming to life with the power of love.

It….Was a dumb idea. Bringing a stuffed toy to college orientation.

Certainly didn't give off a very masculine first impression but like? Could anyone blame you if they knew what steps these shoes have walked?

You were just out of high school when lockdown hit, and took your first year and a half online.

Now, you weren't ever a social butterfly, but even then you at least tried to talk to the people in your classes when they ran into you. That wasn't really an option when you had to ration sharing the family computer to do your coursework.

But you always had Agni sitting nearby to talk to.

…Well, talk isn't really the right word, he was just a doll and you couldn't say anything out loud or mom would think you were going bonkers from her recliner watching her medical dramas. You more just thought up something funny while trying to force yourself to figure out what a letter plus a number in parenthesis minus another number under that funny squiggle and-

Okay long story short you hated math and couldn't wrap your head around it but!! You were GONNA pass if it killed you!!!! But that's, uh, besides the point-

Point is, lockdown wasn't kind to ANYBODY'S social skills and Agni was the closest thing you had to a physical friend in that lonely, scary year, so…why not bring him along? He fit comfortably enough in your backpacks second pocket, though his ears were a bit scrunched.

…And the rest of his head, too. Oog, that had to hurt. You knew it was just a stuffed toy and they had no bones or nerves - well, actually Agni had an armature to make him posable but that's besides the point - you still felt bad enough to open the zipper and let him breathe. And then forgot about that as you headed to the assembly building.

Your eyes promptly went wide as you saw a white ear out of the corner of your eye while swinging your bag around to take a seat. You contemplated shoving him back in or hiding him under your hoodie but in your still teenage panic you were more worried about drawing attention to yourself than anything so you just acted like you.

Meant to bring a cute white stuffed bunny with you to orientation at a big college. Like it was as regular as a beanie.

And nobody really noticed! Or if they did they thought nothing of it. By the time you were at your dorm you were almost ready to pass out from nerves but! You made it!!!

Then your roommate walked in. Was just an ordinary fella, big frame, in glasses, took one look at you hugging your stuffed bunny in your big puffy hoodie, went “it'll get easier, mate”, went to bed, and started snoring worse than your dad.

Grea-tuh.

Lucky you had earbuds.

Your first few weeks were just more orientation and easing into your classes. You took a whole variety of courses cuz…to be honest you were a little bit directionless and had no idea what you wanted to do.

Ish, you wanted to get into YouTube before you learned just much work and luck you needed to put in to even get a FOOTHOLD to succeed kinda. Put the brakes on that one. Hhhh.

You found your hand squeezing Agni’s ear as you listened to your 8th professor this week drone on about something or other. It wasn't like a real bunnies ear, flat like a piece of cloth - it was stuffed. And the only part of him without an armature so it was nice and squishy.

You ran your thumb down its length, squeezing occasionally as you tried not to let the class “loud moans = peak humor” guy get to you.

‘He has to get bored of it eventually.’ He was why you bought noise cancelling headphones. And later quit a class.

Thankfully neither he nor anyone else gave you any crap for carrying around a stuffie of a popular character. Shockingly the same was said about having his little red head poke out of your bag.

You even worked up the courage to try carrying him in your jacket when it got colder out! It was a little wonky because he started slipping but how could you NOT with him looking at you like that?

…..WERE you going a bit bonkers? You could've sworn his vacant expression took on a pleading appearance when you went to take him out. A blink, and he was back to looking doofy confident. With his loose smile and slightly crossed(?) eyes.

As the days wore on and got colder, you felt more and more glad you brought something along with your pillows and blankets. Agni was a special plush, a microwaveable kind, which was good since it was the only appliance the college provided with every dorm.

It was odd, though. It kinda felt like Agg’s was still warm, even hours after sitting in your uninsulated backpack next to a broken heat vent.

Honestly, you started noticing a few odd things surrounding the little….Hang on, you SWORE it could fully fit in your bag last month. Now he could only go neck deep…Did. Did someone replace him with a bigger version?

Uhhhh???

As much as you wished otherwise, taking so many different classes meant you had a butt ton of options for friends….And only one class to work on each. Min-Maxer you certainly ain't. Er, Weren't. Point was, you weren't really a prank target. And your roomie certainly wasn't the type to burn up to 35 dollars buying a limited run doll from halfway across the world.

Back on topic, apart from the apparent size increase, there were a few more oddities to this doll. For starters, you swore it was starting to pose itself. If you dropped a pencil, it almost always wound up near its little nubby fingers.

When you plopped your bag on the dorm desk and flopped onto bed after an exhausting class, by the time you got up to get water the pocket Agni was in was almost completely open with him falling out.

Another odd thing was, it looked like he was steadily becoming overstuffed. Shockingly his stitching held up well against the strain, but unfortunately….

*SHRRRP!* “Aw, No!” It seemed it wouldn't last. With a sigh, you dialed mom to let her know you'd be sending him down to get his legs fixed up but…Something stopped you.

‘Nah, that looks simple enough to fix.’ a little voice whispered to you. ‘Cmon, let's give it a go, those old socks were probably getting tight.’ …Socks? Huh, now that you looked at it again they did look kinda like socks.

Hm.

It was, in fact, not quite that simple to fix up, you ended up buying out the fabric store’s entire sparse black fabric, but they had a surplus of Red, so you had a lot more material to work with.

Eventually, you did manage to make him a new pair of legs. They were a bit loose, and you'd removed and lost the armature somewhere along the way but they held the microwave safe cotton stuff well enough.

And without the armature, Agni was softer and squishier than ever. Though….Okay you DEFINITELY did not add that much stuffing to his chest, and no matter what you tried it didn't smooth out.

Oh, whatever. That'd been your entire weekend and change, at this point you were just glad there weren't any holes in him.

Thankful that your roomie had graduated so you wouldn't feel his concerned gaze as you drove yourself mad and gave yourself several calluses, You quickly passed out in bed clutching your warm, soft, pillow sized friend.

The next morning, you woke up in bed at noon, groggy, dehydrated, hungry, and alone. Odd, you weren't a fitful sleeper, and none of your other plushies had fallen out of your arms before.

Strange, but you did spend half a week driving yourself mad learning a brand new skill during a break….Not your smartest move. Fumbling for your glasses, you thoughtlessly mumbled “Sorry, Aggs,..” to nobody as you toss to your left to look over your bedframe at the floor and likely at your friend.

Nothing.

Huh.

….Maybe they're between the bed and the wall? You toss in that direction, peeling your parched tongue off the roof of your mouth when a voice carries through your haze. “Whatever for? You fixed me up perfectly, why are you apologizing?”

What.

That snapped you to attention, sitting bolt upright and scrambling to press your back to the wall.

Or. You tried to, at least. You unfortunately are a Freezer, rather than a Fighter or Flier, so you instead suffer a jolt throughout your entire body, hug the lip of the covers to your face, and frantically dart your eyes down the length of the dorm room, looking for the intruder.

“Oh dear….I guess that took a bigger toll on you than we both thought, huh?” The deep, womanly voice murmured. Your adrenaline fueled ears heard a shuffle, a tap shut off, some gentle weighted thumps, and sensed motion. In a panicked haze, you squeezed your eyes shut and waited.

*Thmp…Thmp…Thmp…*

*Clink!*

*Creaaaak…* That was your bed. You cracked one eye. You laser focused on the tall glass of grape juice milk set on your bedside. An odd combination but you loved the combination of fruity tang and rich smoothness all the same.

You quickly bounded for it, spilling half of it but quickly guzzling the rest. “Woah-” Ohhhhh that was the stuff…. It was only a second after you noticed the dumbfounded white face framed in red immediately in front of you. “Lucky you we haven't moved our electronics there, ya goof.”

“A…Agni??” Every ounce of levity immediately drained from her round face. “Yeah, you're definitely in no condition to do that final tomorrow.” A glance at the clock. 8:15 PM. A day before one of your summer courses finals was due. Aw fuck…

“Lucky you I got up at your usual time.” You actually managed to process what was folding its arms and pouting in front of you, stretching their big red legs out, and it was. A sight for tired eyes.

It was Agni, as you had fixed him up at least 12 hours prior but a lot bigger. About the size of a Flemish giant you guessed? Or. Or bigger…. Especially in the uh.

Chest.

And tumm- wait was that a zipper? And a heart??? “Um, Sorry about your backpack.” “Did you- waiwha- buh- huh?? Uhh?????”

“.........Uhhhh. Yes, I ate it, don't worry, I think I can pass as one well enough, no, I don't know how I became animate, no I didn't wake you up because you pulled at least two all nighters trying, failing, trying again, nearly giving up, then finally getting my legs right and you deserved it, and no I don't think I need to eat but yes you do smell pasta.”

He…She…The likely figment of your dreams flopped backwards onto your outstretched legs - WOW they were heavy but like a good heavy - to let you see a pot of steaming water on the hotplate you used for a stove. “I figured you'd need it, even if I had to stash it in Tupperware for tomorrow.”

“....When did you turn into a mini my mom.” You were too dumbfounded to add a questioning intonation.

At that, former Agni busted out laughing. A low, quick, nattering sound as she tossed her head back. With a sigh, she added. “Well, since you needed her, of course.” “Huh.” “Uh….Okay where to begin. Uh. So it started when you started leaving a hole for me to let my ears breathe.

Until then, I was just content to be along for the ride, but the night after? I could just…I dunno. I picked something up, then. That night, I could…Hear the voice of your heart?” She sat up, cocking her head to the side. “It was…strange.. Before, when you talked at me while you worked, I didn't feel anything. But since you got here, it just…cried. Cried out for something, anything to try and connect to it.

But you were scared. And after a year without it, who would blame you?” Even if it was true, it didn't sting any less…Nonetheless, you tried to stay tuned into her voice instead of the feelings.

“...And, yeah. I started trying to reach out. Little by little as you held me close to it, I listened. I wanted so badly to help.” You were never one for eye contact. Unconsciously, your eyes turned out the window, at the sparse stars a small amount of light pollution permitted. You could feel her gaze out at them as well.

“I'd like to say it was a wish on one of those, but….Nah. What's important is that I'm….here.” You feel a weight land on your hand and you turn, finally sitting up. “Whatever comes after, comes after.”

With a gentle tug, she pulls you from bed and to your chair, before going to work straining that pasta. You finally have time to rub the crust from your eyes and drink it all in.

This had to be the most elaborate, strange dream ever. God you needed to actually call home, maybe finally go pay mum and pop a visit, see if Iane is-

*Clnk!*

“Here you go! You'll sleep easier with a full belly.” Little miss Agni plopped a beautiful bowl of fresh spaghetti in front of you, then clambered up next to it expectantly. Without anything else to do, you….ate it.

“....Sho-”

“Swallow first.”

“…….So, where's all my stuff if you are…ate my backpack”

“Eheh. No, you were right the first time.”

“Oh, cool.” You quipped, before almost spitting out your spaghetti as she unzipped her tummy and proceeded to pull out your sketchbook from her neon pink innards.

“I think I still have all your pockets as well. There's one on my left leg, between my tummy and chest, in my maof…” As she spoke she pulled out your pencil case, notebook, and charging cables and earbuds.

“So. So I just inexplicably have a new backpack designed after my signature stuffed rabbit, who ripped essentially in half last my few peers know.” “Yup.” “And they know I've been working nonstop to repair it since then.” “Apparently so.” “And that “backpack” has done my summer homework.” “Not really, I just followed your outline with what was in your notebook.” “...Geez, can you slap me?” “No, nevermind, I'll do it myse-”

*PSSH!*

OW!!

“. . . . . Sooooo this isn't a dream, then.”

Clunk.

Your head hit the desk. Uuuuuuhhhhuuu you were way too out of it for this and she seemed to know it. At least you got halfway through the food before crashing.

When you came to, your face was wet, and little miss Agni had marinara around her mouth. “Morning, sleepy!” “...There better not be marinara on my earbuds and charging cable.” “Oh, they're fine, I just accidentally got some on me while cleaning up.” She says, wiping it. “Well, cool.”

You stand up, hearing and feeling SEVERAL pops and clicks as you stretch and scan the room. Looks like she started cleaning while you were out, the whole place had been a mess of red fabric, memory foam, little microwave beads, and who cares what other refuse a hyper fixated college student produced, and now it was all gone.

“...How did you. Do all of this?” You ask, fishing a can of OJ from the fridge and cracking it open. The wonders of the modern age-

“With my paws?” It was then you noticed the Velcro on them, and then the open computer she sat in front of. “What are you doing on my computer?”

“Uhhhhhhhhhsecret.” She scooted in front of it when you leaned to peek. And again. This went on for several minutes. Eventually you got fed up and scooped her up. “OI!!!” She kicked quite hard for a weighted Flemish giant plushie. “ Don't be so liftable next time, nerd.” You tease, causing her to twist from licking your chest to your face-

“Wha, OW, HEY!!” you half chuckle, dropping her like a sack of flour as you read the page she was on.

Names.com.

Opened to the page “Rei”. Long story short, in Japanese it means “Beautiful” and in Hebrew it means “Companion”.

Kicking you in the shin hard enough to knock you over, she brought you down to her level. “Don't pry into a girls business!”

“Do…Do you not like the name Agni?” She…Looked away. “...I think I've outgrown it. And I don't like it anymore.” That made you pause. “Is it because its-”

“Yes.”

“Hhhuh. Well, alrighty then Rei.” Her face lit up. “So, Rei, wanna go back to bed then? I dunno how much I'll sleep but I probably shouldn't stay up all night, right Rei?” At every utterance of the word the child-sized stuffed toy bounced on her feet more and more until she was hopping in place.

“I'll take that as a yes.” You mutter as you slip under the covers. She's there with you half a second later, warm as a bun fresh from the oven. Hah! Wordplay.

You expect to feel your things clattering around inside her as you cuddle up, but no surprisingly, it's like hugging a cloud!

A very warm, dry, soft, cushy cloud……..

Before you know it, you're drifting off. And as you do, you start to hear another steady thrumm alongside that of your heart.

Maybe “hear” is the wrong word, more “feel”. “Sense”? But it's there. And it stayed there for 3 more long years. But they didn't seem quite so long.

And Rei kept growing. And growing. And growing, until she barely fit in most buildings. Quite honestly you're glad it stopped there, it was getting harder and harder to explain to people why you had a 12 foot bunny doll in your house-

But you were glad. Glad that, no matter what happened, you'd always have a Beautiful, Cushy Companion in Rei.

[supersmashbrandon97]

What if there's 2nd Dimension counterparts of Phineas & Ferb villains planning to takeover the 2nd Dimension's Tri-State-Area?

Since the Resistance of the 2nd Dimension stopped their operations. What if 2nd Dimension counterparts of Phineas & Ferb villains except Doof planned to takeover the 2nd Dimension's Tri-State-Area? Including the villains as prisoners are freed from OWCA's prison ago after Doof took over leading to OWCA's defunct? Maybe even 2nd Dimension Professor Parenthesis can hijack the Animalborg agents' programming after the Doofenshmirtz Family's arrest? And also these villains might be advanced than the 2nd Dimension Heinz and they might came up with magnet traps or hacking trap devices. And don't forget the 2nd Dimension counterparts of LOVEMUFFIN. Maybe OWCA needed the former Resistance's help once again if OWCA gave them after school missions (like the Henry Danger series)? Maybe the Resistance can face against the 2nd Dimension counterparts of H&G villains if the Resistance joined with 2nd Dimension Kevin as a superhero

[limeade-l3sbian]

Another email help request please😭

So i got an internship with my professor like for research right. And it starts on may 5th but hes okay with like people not starting at the same time. Other students during our meeting told him the dates at which they could strat.

I wanna ask if i could delay the starting point by a week but I don't wanna seem like I'm not a serious student. And it's also short notice.

Hey, I joined the community to participate in the community. Sometimes that means helping with an email lmao. I prefer you asking me, a person, than wasting three bottles of water getting a shitty response from ChatGPT.

Congrats, by the way!

Hello Professor ____, I was emailing to ask if delaying my starting point by a week fell under your exception of starting at a time other than May 5th? I apologize if this is short notice and I'm more than willing to pick up any slack that comes from it. All the same, thank you (again for this opportunity). Anon

My advice is to just always keep it tight and to the point. If you ever feel yourself starting to overexplain yourself or get into personal details that do not directly relate to the query or the subject, just cut it. You also don't need to kiss ass (much). Some professors might demand that you do in which case ew. But there are ways to even do that without feeling dirty after sending an email lol.

The parenthesis are optional. Some professors/students might feel it comes off a little too kiss ass. It's all very dependent on the person.

By the way, I don't put a subject line but you should always be putting subject lines. It's just more professional.