#math notebooks

[futurebird]

Starting two new notebooks today for calculus and geometry. Been hoarding these blanks for years. Time to fill ‘em up! I’m delighted with how perfect the “arthropod angel” stickers by @ketrinadrawsalot look on the marbled paper!

It’s the holy primordial soup!

[jefkphotography]

Math notebooks. Black and white photo.

[ionomycin]

Welcome home

[telugxrl13]

soc as a middle school au would be so silly because matthias would be the new kid who immediately became opps with a random teacher who kept giving him detentions, so he’s forced into this weird ass club with like five people to get out of the detentions and he later realizes their plans to raid the principal’s office and kidnap the candy jar or smth

[pen-the-second]

im so devotion pilled

[kkerosnes]

tired

designs that have no face make me happy

[corviiids]

akeshu girlies where they get bubble tea and akechi yaps the entire fucking time

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“Hey, is that Akechi-chan?”

“What’s she doing hanging around the transfer student? Do you think she’s investigating her?”

“Oh my god. Do you think if I commit a crime, she’d investigate me too?”

“Perhaps I should have worn a hat,” Akechi says jauntily.

She loops her arm through Ren’s to lead her to the train station. The chatter around the school increases in volume. No hat could save them now, not that it could have before. Ren tries to sink further into her collar. If Akechi had actually wanted to fly under the radar, she wouldn’t have brought her monogrammed messenger bag.

Apparently tuning out the gossip, and transparently faking it, Akechi clicks on her phone. “Do you like milk tea?” she asks. “I feel I at least owe you a drink for drawing so much attention to you outside your school. There’s a place nearby which does an Earl Grey topped with creme brulee pudding. I quite like Western tea, to be honest. It’s fragrant. Shall we go?”

Ren hasn’t gotten in a single fucking word yet.

They get on the train. Akechi sits before Ren can even think about it.

“Oh, sorry,” she says pleasantly. “I’ve been on my feet all day. You’re lucky you can wear flat shoes, you know. I know the kitten heels don’t look too daunting, but spend a day in them… It’s murder, Amamiya-chan. But you can sit on my lap, if you like. You don’t look heavy.”

Ren shakes her head. Her knuckles are white around the loop handle.

Akechi glances up at her hand and smiles. Ren wishes she had Joker’s gloves.

“Your leggings are too big,” Akechi points out sweetly. “They tend to sag a bit at the knees. Did you know?”

Ren pulls them up again. She misses Joker’s trousers.

The milk tea shop is a hole-in-the-wall type in a quiet suburb about fifteen minutes from Shibuya station. Akechi leads Ren through the twisting streets, past a small convenience store and a stall that only seems to sell succulents. Ren nearly misses the little awning when they find it, stumbling before she can run into Akechi’s back.

“What luck,” Akechi says, “we still have an hour before they close. Have a look at the menu, Amamiya-chan, unless you’d like me to choose for you?”

Ren shakes her head again, but Akechi is gazing into the kitchen. Someone inside seems to spot her and calls, “Good afternoon, Akechi-chan! Thank you for coming back again. You’ve brought a friend?”

“I have,” Akechi says merrily. “Do you have any recommendations for me today, Shimada-san?”

“You order something new every time, Akechi-chan. I don’t know your tastes. You’d be better off throwing a dart!”

Akechi laughs. “Then I’ll get the Earl Grey,” she says. “I’d hit it subconsciously, because I like it so much.” She looks back at Ren. “My treat, of course,” she says smoothly. “Have you decided?”

“I don’t really like milk tea,” says Ren.

The cream top Oolong isn’t as sweet as the look of surprise and mild embarrassment that crosses Akechi’s face, but Ren likes it fine anyway.

[dykekarkat]

world building for porn fics is sooo fun idc idc. u guys are gonna get snippets of neil criminal shenanigans and demon prince backstory and then hes gonna get railed and ur gonna LIKE IT.

[flock-of-cassowaries]

Alright, fic idea:

Hannibal and Will get stuck in a time loop, and on the thousandth repetition, Hannibal’s just like…

“May I eat you, Will? Like… actually, fully… consume you?”

Cause like… this is the perfect context for that, right? Tomorrow morning, everything just resets.

And Will is so fucking bored, and also kind of a little freak; so he’s like, “Fuck it, sure. Why the fuck not. Let’s do me Abel Gideon-style. Make a fucking day of it.”

But then, as Hannibal is assembling his seasonings, and sharpening his best knives, a thought hits him.

And he can’t follow through.

Because what if this is what would end the time loop?

And he’d rather be trapped in here with Will, reliving the same maddening day forever, than be free without him.

…and so it’s back to the notebook; because dammit, if he has to, he will brute-force himself and his Patroclus out of this with nothing but a scalpel-sharpened pencil and a Soviet math education.

Slightly disappointed little freak noises.

Seriously, I can’t decide if this is great or terrible; but I’m pretty sure it’s hilarious.

[vinestaff]

whitepine brainrot during math class.

[sexisbetteronthemoon]

been traveling and i'm finally home. i'm so happy to be home, in fact, that i'm giving y'all a sneak peek at chapter 26:

Keith awoke in his mother's arms.

She was running her fingers through the hair at his temple, her expression serene and eyes gentle. She looked just as she had when he last saw her. Her hair was an eggplant purple, the lower layers, with less exposure to the sun, were amethyst in color. Her sclera was yellow, her eyes a gray lighter than his own that shined mauve in the light. And while she was not smiling, rarely ever did so, he could feel the happiness in the gentleness of her fingertips.

Tears sprang to Keith's eyes. He had not seen her in so long. His heart wrenched in his chest, and that lonely shadow that had loomed over him for the past half of a century diminished to a quailing thing in the sun.

He stared up at her in quiet disbelief, unwilling to even blink.

Mom, his heart said, but he did not dare speak, fearing deeply that she would vanish.

“Shh,” she gently hushed, bringing her thumb to brush away his tears. “I'm sorry, I know it hurts. I'm so sorry.”

“Mom,” Keith mumbled.

Her hand stilled on his cheek for three long seconds. Then she unfroze.

“It's alright,” she said, brushing at his hair again in a soothing manner. “I'm here. Rest.”

“I love you, mom,” Keith whispered into her chest where he laid. He felt young again, seven years old and clinging to his mother after she returned from a mission, refusing to share her with his siblings, though they had missed her as well. “I missed you.”

She leaned down, pressing her lips to his brow in a gentle kiss.

“Rest,” she said, emotion thick in her voice despite her serene expression. “You're safe, my sweetest heart.”

Sweetest heart?

She had never called him that before, but it was okay. He would happily be her sweetest heart. Wrapping his arms around her thin frame, he relaxed into her and dipped back into the void once more.

[jefkphotography]

Two math notebooks on wood.

Black and white photography.

[indelen]

I love that scene in the archives when Kipps needles Lockwood about his family in The Screaming Staircase because the emotions are like:

Lockwood: tense, angry, upset but trying to control himself

Lucy: confused, concerned for Lockwood, frustrated

George:

[kayberrie]

Sketch dump?

Ofc! Fair warning, they’re all arcane and they’re all super low quality tho.

[asphodelis]

deer

[xinanigans]

Stuff I forgot to post