#millenium prize problems

[i-iii-iii-vii]

every once i while i mention how i feel at home & twistor theoretically hugged & completely safe/well understood when i'm with my mutuals. today i'm welcoming baudelaire to our little group.

i'm asking myself if the ppl i call mutuals even though they died long ago, were writing (and, ohh, they were, jeezus, they were. iykyk.) about such a pathological psycho-emotional sociopathic behavior in great detail, describing every algorithm, using the common notation, sculpting peculiarly a morphology which is obviously recognizable (well, to me.)(and..who?) (ﾉﾟ⊿ﾟ)ﾉ (ʃᵕДᵕʅ) (ﾉ∧￩ ι) - does it mean they knew of the generalizability / the significance already? because that implies they had archieved a wholesome and robust knowledge of their own wreckage. which is supercool and can turn out very well as in hermann hesse's case.. but as most of em left the building with the head-in-the-oven-bus or the blow-my-head-off-plane(departure at quantum gate) or my fav nightmare*: completed their life→death transistion but nobody noticed as they kept on walkin' earth like christmas turkeys without filling (iff those turkeys usually came as zombies) and the funeral took place several decades later when existence(level n/a) got rid of the turkey's leftovers via the neighbor's dog whatsoever - i conclude: 1. from my frame of reference the knowledge of largest order of magnitude isn't actually of largest order of magnitude (c'mon it's obvious, there's not a lot missing, it just has to add up! -said everyone trying to prove the collatz conjecture, too). 2. no pain no gain but the pain load is exhaused, therefore continue at *⁽ᶠᵃᵛ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ⁾ possibly correlating the fact that 3. must be ignored on all instances, as 3.'s statement is not very scientific as it implies the nonexistence of free will which is provenly false. 3. it's a pathological function. and weierstrass will be weierstrass. inevitably. even if the function knows where it started, that it's nowhere differentiable and that it shows continuity everywhere and even if it knows it is indeed true and it's fine that it exists and that it's actually super cool and wiggly and not at all the devil's work like gauss said.

wow how i hate the involment of emotion/sociology. really good for nothing╰(･◡･╰) destabilizes every integral ╰(°ㅂ°)╯ fine, so i'm doing that by parts again

(°∇°╬) 凸(°^°*)

as someone who exclusively writes non-fiction (code, preferably javascript/python/C++ and currently - because of a strong affection/enthusiasm/serious hyperfixation - it's mostly mathematics - of which i'm now an undergrad student (∩˃⌔˂∩)♡), maybe a little essayesk from time to time or even wandering the paths of leibnitzian metaphysics (C:\\vbox\leibnitzian metaphysics) - while always 3+1 dimensionally platonistically pure and way past the 140 character limit. but a good proof wouldn't write itself significantly shorter.. (have you read the one of gödel on formally undecidable propositions of principia mathematica & rel. systems?)(and have you read russell's on 1+1=2 ?). as i tend to translate/generalize mathematics to help me understand external human behavior as well as deconstructing the significance (disproving prev) of the immense emotional impact concerning the integrity of my own ol' machine, it could be summarized as: i write abstracts. still, definite non-fiction. so with absolutely no training in the field of novels and prose, i can only assume (though with a probability=the collatz conjecture beeing true) (like, almost surely ;)) the constructability of my conclusion by interconnecting the abstracts would return true or halt or loop indefinitely, if it would throw an illegal exception - well, definitely it would, but would it sigkill & kernel_panic or would it libunwind*? maybe we feel we must know but well, we might never. as a somewhat openly liberal david hilbert could have said.

and that's just a little excerpt of me, as i'm *walking each frame, looking for a place to stop.

oh and btw: p=np

look, you leave riemann drive here & now that's not far at all, it's actually on your way, you'll bump into it near the exit, right there on the left, maxwell's 2nd / collatz blvd.

[a-dux]

dudes plagued by numbers

[reasoningdaily]

After Black Lives Matter - CEDRIC G.JOHNSON

THIS BOOK IS A FREE DOWNLOAD FROM THE BLACK TRUEBRARY CLICK THE TITLE TO DOWNLOAD

Contemporary policing reflects the turn from welfare to domestic warfare as the chief means of regulating the excluded and oppressed The historic uprising in the wake of the murder of George Floyd transformed the way we think about race and policing. Why did it achieve so little in the way of substantive reforms? After Black Lives Matter argues that the failure to leave an institutional residue was not simply due to the mercurial and reactive character of the protests. Rather, the core of the movement itself failed to locate the central racial injustice that underpins the crisis of policing: socio-economic inequality. For Johnson, the anti-capitalist and downwardly redistributive politics expressed by different Black Lives Matter elements has too often been drowned out in the flood of black wealth creation, fetishism of Jim Crow black entrepreneurship, corporate diversity initiatives, and a quixotic reparations demand. None of these political tendencies addresses the fundamental problem underlying mass incarceration. That is the turn from welfare to domestic warfare as the chief means of regulating the excluded and oppressed. Johnson sees the way forward in building popular democratic power to advance public works and public goods.  Rather than abolishing police, After Black Lives Matter argues for abolishing the conditions of alienation and exploitation contemporary policing exists to manage.

Review

"A virtuoso performance! Weighing the successes and limitations of Black Lives Matter, Johnson concludes that identity-based mobilization—confusing what people look like with what they need—cannot substitute for majoritarian political coalition-building." —Barbara J. Fields, Columbia University "A brilliant scholar who is first and foremost concerned with equality and justice. It’s those very commitments that lead him, in After Black Lives Matter, to question today’s antiracism and its nostrums." —Bhaskar Sunkara, founding editor of Jacobin and author of The Socialist Manifesto "Essential reading for those weary of platitude-driven texts on race and criminal justice and in the market for an empirically grounded political analysis that points to practicable solutions to one of the biggest problems of our day." —Touré F. Reed, author of Toward Freedom "A provocative and expansive critique from the left of the loose collection of protest actions, organizations, and ideological movements-whether prison abolition or calls to defund the police-that make up what we now call Black Lives Matter...After Black Lives Matter should be commended both for the clarity of its message and the bravery of its convictions." —Jay Caspian Kang, New Yorker

About the Author

Cedric Johnson is professor of African American Studies and Political Science at the University of Illinois at Chicago. His book, Revolutionaries to Race Leaders: Black Power and the Making of African American Politics was named the 2008 W.E.B. DuBois Outstanding Book of the Year by the National Conference of Black Political Scientists.  Johnson is the editor of The Neoliberal Deluge: Hurricane Katrina, Late Capitalism and the Remaking of New Orleans. His 2017 Catalyst essay, “The Panthers Can’t Save Us Now: Anti-policing Struggles and the Limits of Black Power,” was awarded the 2018 Daniel Singer Millenium Prize. Johnson’s writings have appeared in Nonsite, Jacobin, New Political Science, New Labor Forum, Perspectives on Politics, Historical Materialism, and Journal of Developing Societies. In 2008, Johnson was named the Jon Garlock Labor Educator of the Year by the Rochester Central Labor Council, AFL-CIO. He previously served on the representative assembly for UIC United Faculty Local 6456.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Given the sheer scale, magnitude and diversity of 2020’s resurgent Black Lives Matter protests, many pundits, scholars and activists celebrated the George Floyd rebellion as an historic watershed, one where the possibility of real reform came into view. For too  many, however, the euphoria of the moment suspended any criti- cal analysis of what it all meant. This is a deeper problem on the  US left—the tendency to read protests as always prefigurative rather than contingent, and as a manifestation of real power rather than a reflection of potential. Such wish-fulfillment think- ing, however, forgets that mass mobilization is not the same as  organized power, and that mass mobilization is much easier now with the endless opportunities for expressing discontent provided by social media, online petitions, memes and vlogging.

The scale of protests can be misleading, and their actual effectiveness, regardless of their size, is dependent on historical conjunctures, such as the balance of political forces, the organized power and  capacity of opposition and the clarity of objectives among activists. Throughout the opening decades of this century, ever larger  protests have proved incapable of consolidating in a manner that might effectively oppose ruling-class prerogatives. In recent memory, we have witnessed successive mass protests—turn-of the-century demonstrations against global capitalism, protests against the Bush administration’s so-called War on Terror, Occupy Wall Street encampments, anti-eviction campaigns, the March for Our Lives following the Parkland High School mass shooting, protests against police violence and ICE deportations, among others—but these have done little to depose capitalist class power and the advancing neoliberal project.

If anything, the hegemony of finance capital, the war-making powers of the national security state, the criminalization of immigration, the power of the gun lobby and the unaccountability of police are as entrenched as ever. THIS BOOK IS A FREE DOWNLOAD FROM THE BLACK TRUEBRARY

[yomiurinikei]

Hey!! You can totally decline (I got no idea if your ask box is open)

But can you write some random Utsuro hc?

I love my man way to much

siiiiiighs. i tried to make this longer i really did </3…. simply wasn’t in the stars! the world doesn’t want me to be crazy abt utsuro. oh my fuckass neighbor is being weird again. gdi ANYWAYS !!

anyways!! my inbox is always open, i’m really bad at getting ask memes done admittedly, but hc requests ALWAYS get finished (even if my memory loss become an issue and i forget that someone requested hcs. tee hee. totally not what happened here)

anyways!! order up here it is i hope u enjoy!!! 🫶

~*~

•spends a lot of time inside (always finds people looking for a housesitter, wins a raffle to go travel to a event w/ hotel charges includes, etc) and swears up and down that he hates being outside

•but then when he actually steps foot outdoors he likes it a lot

•there’s nothing to really do, so while he gets bored p quick, he isn’t really actively engaging with his divine luck, past the weather being nice and things like that, he gets to just chill, and let the hours go by

•used to play puzzle games, bc he figured even if he knew the solution on instinct, he at least had to pass the time by moving pieces and the like

•then he tried 2048 and noticed he always got the tiles he needed, and that without thinking, he always made the best move to combine pieces,

•and started paying more attention, and realized that even if he was actively engaged in smthn else, his hands would just move on their own to play

•aaaand he promptly got fed up with it all and hasn’t played anything like that since

•gives like. really really bad advice. just absolutely horrible advice 

•example: he has -3 street smarts and will ONE HUNDRED PERCENT give u horrible advice that will get u mugged. 

•he has never had any reason to fear for his life or safety (his well being and mental health is shot to hell but-) and it is very apparent in the way he will just. completely casually walk across a highway to save time when going somewhere

•for a guy who could probably solve the millenium prize problems immediately if he knew they existed, he is. not very smart

•speaking of. i 100% believe he has all those great internationally known puzzles/treasure hunts/etc solved. he just chooses not to share

•has some degree of enhanced/higher senses (has vision over 20/20, does well keeping track of distinct sounds in noisy places) but this contributes to his misery

•he can pick out every little thing he’s tasting, and it keeps flavors from blending together well, picks out the wrong scent notes in perfumes-

•OH simultaneously touch starved and touch averse. 

•he’s generally finicky about textures/what touches him (you see how my train of thought arrived at this station), and also generally doesn’t feel comfortable around others

•so like… while he’s not really conscious of it, his subconscious is screaming for contact with another person, but whenever akane (who ELSE is trying to have physical contact w this guy) is like… 🥹? and tries to get a hug from him he just. activates the self destruction protocols.

•like. just stiffens up and just waits for it to be over.

•bc his thought process isn’t “i wish this was a better hug” but rather “i wish this was OVER !!” he doesn’t have a positive experience w it because his luck doesn’t kick in and make him feel okay/make the hug not be evil

•actually let’s talk about blesseds more. i imagine he didn’t bless many youngin’s because they were consistently very obnoxious @ him.

•like. i 100% believe that all the CoU tried to cling to/follow him if at all possible. from day One they were trying to find him (looking for any potential good caregiver) while adults were less active/persistent in their hunts

•so he kinda just went. 😐 and tried to stay away from kids when he was giving people fortune

•controversial i suppose but he has resting confused face. boy just always looks lost looks out of it looks ?

•”but whenever we see him in the games he’s going 😑” LISTEN. whenever we see utsuro in game he’s being exposed to the horrors. 

•i don’t say this to woobify him, he literally always is like noooo actually i did nothing wrong i am entirely passive and neutral and have no impact on everything ever. your actions are YOUR fault and not a result of me being insane to you. and it’s so hilarious to me to see. 

•but i do think it’s important to recognize there’s a Reason hes so like. no actually i’m devoid of agency… and that there’s trauma in that head !!!

•so yeah i think whenever we see him in game he’s yk. experiencing things. i think if u just saw him on the bus or whatever he’d look like he has no clue what’s going on ever. just a very very clueless resting face

[ryjelsum]

the 4chan superpermutations thing makes me think about how the guy who solved the only one of the millenium prize problems to be solved refused to take the million dollar prize for solving it and then proceeded to seemingly get so self conscious about the attention that he basically retreated back into obscurity. bless you grigori perelmen i hope you're safe and still doing freaky math problems in some siberian hut or something

[rakdos-dogdyke]

I'm thinking Evenground is around 20-24. If I want this to take place sometime between now and up to 4 years ago, and it was in the hospital for Harvey either close to adulthood or as an adult, that's what makes sense to me.

Gale on the other hand, I'm thinking 17. Almost a legal adult, but not there yet. I could potentially drop to 16 if I wanted, but I'm not moving up to 18. Maybe the cusp of 18, I suppose? I could see some places to go from there.

Everyone else I'm uncertain on.

Unrelated to age, I've decided there were more than seven Millennium Prize Problems. If you're wondering why, its cause I need the team to be able to afford their gear and the funniest way to do that in my opinion is to have Apophenia have solved "one of the Millenium Problems;" and the best way I can think to do that is for there to be like 2 or 3 times as many. I dont want to specify and be like yeah this is my OC Apophenia she provided a proof for the Riemann hypothesis.

However

It would be very funny for her to be like "yeah theres a pattern to the primes. I can't see exactly what the pattern is, but there is a pattern."

Apophenia is my favorite can you tell

Ultimately her power is advanced pattern recognition. This shines best in cross-discipline technology because there's a greater basis to see where patterns do and do not hold. Her power rarely tells her what specifically a pattern is off the bat, but the utility isn't in being told off the bat.

The utility is being able to see whether or not she's looking in the right direction, and having the experience to work with that information. It means she usually doesn't even need the power to tell her, she'll figure it out before long.

It's also really helpful for trial and error :D turns out coding gets easier when you have a power telling you you're looking at the wrong variable(s) or line(s) of code to fix your bug, as those aren't part of the pattern you're looking at.

[frikatilhi]

Okay, now that I think about it, do we have the joint-fandom/bojere version of the unsolvable math problems (canon bojere moments that can't be explained heterosexually without revealing too much/just gay).

I propose it be called Bojere Millenium Prize Problems /j

(live footage of us trying to explain ljubav)

But yes, this could be a thing, only instead of a million dollars your prize will be just more sadness.

[sadclowncentral]

can u list ur fav Wikipedia articles?

i have 48 wikipedia articles open as we speak, so you can imagine that this was a hard choice to make. in my opinion, the real joy of wikipedia is getting lost in the blue links, the rabid thrill of opening articles in new tabs as you get lost in a topic you didn't even know existed until two hours ago. so, instead of individual articles, here are my top five wikipedia articles when it comes to rabbit hole potential:

Biome

Night Sky

List of common misconceptions

Optical Phenomena

Fermi Paradox

have fun and go wild!

[kindlingkeen]

Batman's rogues can't, for meta reasons, ever be contained (or killed). Jason's presence, constantly asking the question of casualties, of collateral damage, is a constant challenge to the morality of Batman as a character and it literally doesn't have an answer.

^just gonna repeat this bit for emphasis

This is the epicenter of my compulsion for writing Jason-centric fics. It’s like the Millenium Prize Problems for English majors. There might be no easy answer, no real solution, but by god I’m going to keep trying to find one.

Jason's point isn't about whether or not villains can be redeemed, it's about the people they continue to kill (potentially but not necessarily on their way to redemption).

[your-pronouns-are-cool]

hello :). if this is alright, i’d like to ask for a name/pronoun check for lorene and lorry using he/him and ey/em. for some extra information, i graduated high school early and am now on my way to earn two phds; one in mathematics and the other in ecology (the study of organisms as well as their relation to other organisms and the earth). i’m also working to solve one of the millenium prize problems, which are seven renowned unsolved math problems that are greeted with accolade as well as honor upon being expounded. they’re very interesting, haha. thank you very much in advance!

Hi Lorry! Here you go.

I got an ask from Lorene recently! He graduated high school early, and now ey is on eir way to earn two phds. He's earning one in mathematics and one in ecology; that sounds cool of him! Lorry is also working to solve one of the millenium prize problems--that's extremely impressive, and I wish em good luck with that. I hope Lorene has an amazing day, ey is nice to himself, and he sees something that makes em smile.

[loveatfirstwriteblog]

What, exactly, is the meaning of life?

Isn’t it funny, seven billion people on this planet and we all want the same thing: for our lives to have purpose, for our lives to have meaning. It means different things to different people, one person could just want to invent a cure for cancer, another may just want to get into university, and another may want to just live their lives to the extreme. But ultimately, we’re all searching for a purpose. We’re all searching for something to do, so that when we die, we die with no regrets.

Philosophers dedicate their whole lives to finding the meaning of life, to find out what we are in this whole massive universe. When a butterfly flaps its wings, does it cause a hurricane somewhere else? Similarly, do the achievements of humanity actually mean anything, or are we just a tiny speck of dust in this vast, ageless world? 

I’ve gotten a lot into philosophies and there’s all types of thinking people have about it. Usually this is in terms of whether or not there is meaning at all! This type of thinking is pessimistic and strange for some who may think “well obviously there has to be meaning”, but there are some methods of thinking where life has no intrinsic meaning (which may/may not mean life has no value, but we’ll get to that later maybe).

For example a popular theory/mindset is one called nihilism. This mindset states that there is no meaning in life and it’s useless to try and construct new meaning at all--a skepticism of existence in general. A nihilist believes that there is no inherent meaning to life, and reasons we create to live--a hug from our favourite person, that upcoming promotion at work, spending time with friends and family, etc--is an illusion and a distraction from the truth--which is that finding a purpose to life has no effect on an existential level. You will die, your life will cease, and your memories will disappear. 

Nihilism is not the only one. There’s even existentialism and absurdism stating these things, even if it is a little less, well, depressing. 

Life seems straightforward to many, and yet everyone wants to “live a life of fulfillment” or “do new things''. If you considered life to be a series of steps, it would go like this: Number 1-be born. Number 2-learn how to walk, how to talk. Go to school. Study well. Make friends. Get into college/higher learning. Study well. Make new friends. Get a job. Work well. Try and get promoted but inevitably end up in the rat race of life. Raise a family. Work, pay off loans, work, family. Eventually you retire and hope our kids can achieve the dreams you once had because you couldn’t. Die with multiple regrets. The end. 

I think, as pessimistic as I might have put it, we’re all aware of this process of life. It’s sad, it really is.The universe is 90 billion light-years long, in terms of diameter. In that, earth is a small planet , almost insignificant. You then consider the fact you're one of 7.8 billion people on this small speck, and honestly it feels like life is meaningless. It’s depressing, you know? What’s the point? 

Well, for one, it’s about the experiences. For me, life is an endless pursuit of knowledge. You can't experience everything, right? Like do everything the world has to offer: it's way too much for one person to do in one lifetime. 

Every choice we make dictates the sort of experiences we have. I mean I would have liked to have a girlfriend in middle school, but now I'll never have that experience! I wish I had a role model other than my parents and friends but I don't have that (though maybe it might change). 

So, in short, experiences in terms of people we meet, places we go, things we do, are definitely limited since there's an unlimited amount of stuff to do. But I had usually found solace in the fact knowledge is limited, and I could eventually learn everything about everything.Of course, over time I've found that that’s not possible too. I want to know a lot. I want to know everything about quantum chromodynamics, I want to know everything that goes on in our bodies, I want to know how to prove a millenium prize problem, I want to know about conflicts throughout human history, I want to know enough to trade like warren buffett, I want to know everything about the history of violence, domestic or otherwise. 

But I can’t know all of that! No one can, and so that makes me sad. I do realize though, that it’s about priorities. I think life is about that. Like the answer to that question "why do we live/why are we put on this earth" would be we need to learn that we can’t know or experience everything, and the things which we choose to do end up defining us and our lives and that is absolutely beautiful.

Ultimately, I think the meaning of life, or the purpose of it, is to live. It’s to live like your life means something in the end. It’s to live like you’re going to die tomorrow. It’s to live like the world is ending. It’s to live like we matter in this whole unexplored universe of grey matter and planets and stars--maybe it does, we don’t know. Maybe a butterfly flapping its wings does set off a hurricane on another planet. What we do know, is that our lives matter, to our families, our friends, our colleagues, our employers, and most of all, to ourselves. 

No one remembers what your accomplishments are in seventy years? You do, even if you’re dead. Your corpse might have rotted, and your memories are mere dust mites in the sun, but you did it. You got that promotion you wanted, you told the person you were in love with your feelings, you went on the best vacation of your life. You lived. You lived when you had the chance, and at the end, I think that’s what matters most. 

So, ask yourselves. Ask yourselves: Do you try a little too hard, laugh a little too loud, speak a little too soft, answer “I’m fine” when a person asks you are, and you are fine, because your whole life is a long series of fine? 

Are you breathing a little and calling it life? 

[max1461]

Which unsolved millenium prize problem do you think is gonna be solved first? also I just fatfingered the unfollow button so that's why it says that I just now followed

oh pffpf i messaged you to ask what happened but you already answered here now i look like DUMBASS pfpf

ok. i mean i have to give a mathematician's answer to this question and say "the poincare conjecture", but that's probably not what you mean.

looking at the others... well, i have no earthly clue. i know absolutely nothing at all about yang-mills or birch and swinnerton-dyer, so i can't comment on them at all. riemann looks as far away as ever, but i am definitely not an expert. i have heard rumblings that the hodge conjecture possibly shouldn't even be expected to be true in the first place, so (again as an absolute non expert) i'll eliminate that one. that leaves p vs. np and navier-stokes. between the two of them, my impression is that people are much farther along on navier-stokes (and p vs. np might not even be provable for gödel reasons). so that's my guess. we'll see how it shakes out.

[happy-beeeps]

So Kriffing Pretty

Pairing: mechanic! Reader x Poe Dameron

Summary: Mechanic! Reader is hopelessly smitten with Poe, and he is with her. After some intervention from their friends, Poe finally gets the courage to talk to her.

WC: 1,391

Warnings: Like, 2 swear words

Oops I was totally gonna write a drabble for Obi Wan but I was really feeling Poe tonight. Sequel to Drinkin’ problem is next!

* * *

As one of the best mechanics the rebellion had to offer, you never shied away from a project. Any ship, any size, you could have it up and running quicker than any other mechanic on the system. Currently your project was big, which meant, you were strapped in to the ceiling of the Millenium Falcon, harnessed to the roof and hanging attempting to fix one of the dozens of fuses you were sure were broken along the walls. For company, you had dragged Finn along for idle conversation and entertainment. You had to admit you were a little distracted, as your eyes kept wandering over to a certain dark haired pilot standing just past the ramp of the ship.

“If you think he’s so pretty, why don’t you go talk to him?” Finn had started, noticing your staring as the wrench you held in your hand started to slip from your grip. Passing it up to you, you mumbled a thanks and got back to work. “Because, Finn, we barely ever have normal conversations. That would be weird.”

“I don’t think so, he’s nice, you guys would get along great,”

“I don’t know if I agree with your logic on that,” you huffed, crossing your arms as you looked up at the tall officer in front of you. 

“What would be weird?” a new voice chimed in, and your mouth dropped open as you attempted to turn yourself right-side up to look at the handsome man in front of you. “Stop. Thrashing.” Finn mumbled down to you, causing you to blush and settling to hang upside down as you tried to avoid Poe’s eye contact. “Poe! You’ve met Y/N L/N right?”

“Of course! We’ve met before I’m sure,” he spoke, and you attempted to nod before chiming in, “I think the mess? I got mad at you because you took-”

“The last of the blue milk! Yes I remember. Well, I’ve heard nothing but good things about your handiwork so far L/N. Don’t make me regret trusting you with the Falcon. Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll let you work on my X-Wing next.” He winked, and a loud beeping sounded near the base of the ramp. He rolled his eyes and clasped Finn on the shoulder, “well, I’ll leave you two be. BB-8 can’t be left unattended for more than three kriffing minutes.” And with that, he sent you both a smile and spun on his heel towards the door. Once he was far out of earshot, you looked up towards Finn. “So. Kriffing. Pretty.” He smiled back down at you and responded, “Then. Go. Talk. To. Him.” Before heading out of the ship towards the mess.

* * *

After you had finished what repairs you could on the Falcon, you headed towards your quarters to rinse some of the grease off your hands and face. Your hands felt rough and your muscles were sore, and you decided the only rational next step was to find a good snack, and an even better spot to destress. Only a few minutes later did you find a worthy snack, a ripe jogan fruit that must’ve just gotten smuggled in earlier that day, and were looking for a quiet spot to eat it, when you heard an excited beeping and turned around to see a certain BB unit whizzing towards you at full speed. “BB-8! Hey buddy!” You yelped as it knocked into your ankles, and you crouched down to look at the buzzing droid. An exasperated Poe Dameron followed behind the droid, before stopping in front of you as a wave of relief washed over his eyes. “Y/N, thank the maker. I know ships are more your thing, but can you help me out? BB-8 has been complaining all day that something is wrong with his processor and, well,” he ran a hand through his hair before looking back at you, “I only wanted the best to do it.” You flushed an inhuman color of pink before busily looking back at the droid. “Of course Poe. Let’s head out to the hangar, I need more space.” He smiled at you gratefully before gesturing towards the door. “Lead the way.”

* * *

“And that’s when I said, ‘Now this was the RZ-1 model, which is way different than the early R-22's. I mean those were basically just stunt flyers, y'know?" and they just ate it up.” Poe spoke, leaning on a box of supply crates as he told you a story about evading some pirates on a past mission. You breathed out a laugh and looked up at the man. He just seemed to glow, he practically radiated charisma and personality. You were absolutely smitten. Right now, however, you were focused on the task of repairing the BB unit’s damaged processor, checking and triple checking for any errors on his prized droid. “So, what about you Y/N? What led you here? No one just joins the rebellion.”

“Technically, Finn kinda did.”

“Well I convinced him, and that’s a pretty glowing recommendation.” You smiled at his response before humming and starting your own. “Well, I’m Correllian. There isn’t much to do on Corellia aside from fix ships, study ships, build ships, look at ships, you get the idea. I had heard stories about Han Solo, the famous Correllian who got out and saved the galaxy. When I heard about the resistance, I knew I was okay enough at fixing things, so I thought it was my turn to get off that shit hole and try my hand at the whole saving-the-galaxy business.”

“Huh. I never knew that about you,” he murmured, looking up at the shadow of the Falcon leaning over your heads, “So fixing up the Falcon must be a dream.”

“You have no idea. It’s even better than a dream.” You whispered, and fell back into his eye contact. His brown eyes seemed to completely capture yours, and you felt your self blushing despite yourself. Only the rapid beeping of BB-8 was enough to bring you both back from space, and you closed up his panels and pulled your hair down out of the cloth keeping it back. “Poe, I’m sorry but I can’t find any issue with his internal circuitry. I’ve triple checked everything, but if BB-8 is still complaining, take him to a droid specialist. I’m sorry I can’t help more.”

“Oh gods, I forgot about that part. Kriff this is embarrassing. Uh, Y/N listen, I just kinda used BB-8 as an accomplice. I needed an excuse to talk to you, alone.”

“Me? Why? Is everything okay?”

“Yes! Yes absolutely it’s just, uh,” he looked around the hangar before shoving his hands in his pockets and looking back at you, “Look I think you’re really cool. And badass. And really pretty. And I just wanted to get to talk to you more. And I think, I think, that this,” he gestured between the two of you, “was nice, like by ourselves. And I think, maybe, we should do this again. Alone. Without BB-8.” You were practically fuchsia at this point, and you were sure how bright your cheeks were glowing was nearly a security threat. “I-I agree. I liked this. A lot. I’d love to do this again.” You spoke, standing to face him. “Thats, thats great! Tomorrow? We can grab dinner at the mess and head out somewhere. You ever been in an X-wing? We can go for a ride?”

“Sure Poe, that would be perfect.”

“Ok, great! I’ll see you around then Y/N, BB-* appreciates the help.” he said, before flashing one more dazzling smile and heading off in the other direction, leaving you alone with your heart thumping in your ears.

* * *

“So, how’d it go?”

“She said yes! Finn you’re a genius!” Poe stammered, shaking Finn’s shoulders. “I mean, it was definitely more of my idea,” Rey said, siding up next to Poe and grabbing his arm, “But really, I’m so happy you finally got man enough to do it.”

“Yeah guys she’s just. She’s just so. Kriffing. Pretty.” Poe said, earning him a knock on the shoulder from Finn and a laugh from Rey but it didn’t matter. Tomorrow night Poe Dameron would be eating dinner with you and taking you on a tour of the cosmos in his fighter, and nothing else mattered. 

[kl4us4]

JUNK (Ben Solo x Reader)

Summary: After Ben tries to temporarily escape the Base to live his second life as a smuggler, the Millenium Falcon breaks down. You, being the most competent mechanic, refuse to help him.

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“I’ve been telling you for weeks!” You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air and staring at Ben, “Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?”

He smiles, forehead beading with sweat as he sits on the warm floor beside his dads Falcon, “You’re pretty.”

“You’re dismissive. I told you, you can’t expect it to run like it used to. It hasn’t been up in months.” You shoot back, eyeing the utterly flooded engine that you’re going to have to fix now.

“I know, I know.” Ben sighs, rising to meet you. Standing awfully close to you, he raises a hand to play with your messy hair.

“Then why’d you try it?” When Ben doesn’t respond, you add, “Where were you running off to?”

“Nowhere.”

Raising your eyebrows at him, you push him back by his chest, “Smuggling again?”

Grinning, he rolls his eyes, “Maaaybe.”

“Why do your parents keep a close eye on you again? I can’t recall.” You muse, letting your rest on his chest.

Ben leans towards you, “C’mon.”

You shake your head, “Just because I’m the best mechanic here doesn’t mean that I’m fixing that junk. You’re on your own this time,” you tell him, “you should be used to being Solo by now.”

He lets his eyes linger up and down your body, “Hm,” his lips turn upward in a small smile, “pretty and funny.” You feel your cheeks begin to burn and you turn away, ready to leave to continue your tasks for the day until he races before you. “Okay, okay, please help me. If he finds out I was trying to leave the base, I’m dead.”

“Sorry but your daddy issues are about this high on my list of problems, today,” you admit, lifting your foot to kick up orange sand that dissolves in the fresh summer air.

“I’ll pay you.” He adds. You pause. You do need new parts for your own ship. Ben watches as you turn back around to him, and he’s filled with a glimmer of hope.

“Money doesn’t make up for all the time it’ll take to fix it.” 

Ben pauses, thinking, “I’ll help you finish your weekly tasks today. And tomorrow. You can have the weekend off.”

Now it’s your turn to look him up and down. “How much?”

“You tell me,” Ben says, folding his arms and turning back to his dads prized possession, “You’re the expert here.”

Thinking over how you’ll fix the old parts, you make up a sum in your head. And you look back at Ben, unsure. Taking money from him feels wrong. “I’ll let you know after I fix it.” You lie.

“So you’ll do it?”

Sighing, you give in. “Yeah. Sure. But I’ll complain the whole time.”

“Yes!” Ben exclaims, wrapping his arms around you quickly. He hugs you tightly, swaying you from side to side, “You’re a lifesaver!” he shouts.

“I know I am.” You reply, patting him on the back and smiling as he pulls back.

“You won’t regret this.” He gives you a nod, heading for the Bases HQ tower.

“Hey!” You call after him, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Pausing, Ben turns around. Looking around the desolate place. The Empire was destroyed long ago, and in this new age, the Rebels find themselves with little left to fight for. The base is pretty empty these days.

“Uh,” Ben furrows his eyebrows, leaning in to press his lips to your forehead, “Thank you.”

“What? No!” You shake your head, watching his cheeks turn red, “The keys to the Falcon.” You hold your hand out.

“Oh.” He states, his eyes drifting to the side as he reaches through his pockets, “Well, since we’re already here.” He leans in again, this time placing his lips upon yours in a sweet kiss.

Smiling afterwards, you pull away and pat his chest. “Get out of here before I change my mind.”

Ben lets out a quiet laugh, and you watch as he begins to walk away. He looks back, raising a hand and calling out, “See you this weekend!”

[chessanator]

I take a break from my day job researching mathematics by writing fanfiction. I find that in order to write my fanfiction I must... research mathematics.

[toooldfordanganronpa]

Hm, I should have gone and got more presents from the gacha machine. I guess she's getting the "millenium prize problems," hope she likes math.