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honestly i would die for bimbo!reader to have some sort of Legally Blonde level of intelligence but for the stupidest, most useless shit. no, she can't remember which knob turns on which burner for the stove, but she can tell you the effects of different chemical compounds found in all her favorite skincare products and now they react to an individuals derma-layer. simon once caught her watching a screensaver on TV for 30 min because she thought it was "a reeeeally slow nature documentary /:", but she's fluent in Korean because she got super into Korean make up brands from her favorite influencers and wanted to be able to read the product ingredients/reviews/tutorials, it just never gets brought up otherwise and when someone asks in disbelief she's all "what, like it's hard?"

and simon is just sooooo so so proud of his smart pretty girl. who cares that she thought soap's parents legally named him after a dishwashing product. can mactavish tell him how to tell dupes from authentic handbags based on the inner stitching that can only be done on machines specially made by Italian companies? no? then shut the fuck up. tell us more about glitter lipgloss, beautiful.

Absolutely!! She may be dim-witted when it comes to certain things, but she's not exactly dumb at all. This girl could recite the laws of astrophysics and solve complex mathematical problems while being piss drunk.

Simon is still amazed by how complex his sweet girl is— he knows she isn't stupid, yet it never fails to surprise him how you start speaking to MacTavish in fluent Scottish Gaelic, only offering the explanation that you learnt it because a character on your favorite movie spoke it once, looking at him like he grew a second head when he sheepishly told you most scottish people don't speak Gaelic anymore.

Sure, you may have thought movies were real and used to avoid watching them because you thought the actors were actually getting killed and you didn't want to support that, yet a window of your house is full of math equations that gave him a headache just by looking at them.

I'd say Simon sees bimbo!reader as a box full of surprises, telling him about something new every single time you have a conversation. How did you get into studying astrophysics? You got the highest score in the university admission exam and saw a poster that was shiny and had cute stars and a pretty nebula!! How could you resist when everything about it called for you?

Mhm, the smell of gunpowder and blood that sticks to him no matter what is such an odd perfume, yet it surely has an interesting molecular makeup! Of course it does, pretty girl.

They complement each other so well because Simon has the street smarts she's lacking, and she has the book smarts Simon doesn't. She can be extremely ditzy, but who cares when she can tell him exactly which inks are recommended for his skin and which chemicals can rough up his face? He had to buy a brand-new eye black stick simply because you could tell the materials used on it by applying it on your hand with a frown.

I'd like to imagine her as someone with lots of odd interests, knowledge and hyperfixations in the dumbest things besides the universe. He has to keep up with you buying materials for making bracelets and keeping a room full of dinosaur plushies.

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deonsx · 3 months

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Teacher/Student Relationship With Bsd Men

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Fyodor, Nikolai, Kunikida, Ranpo

Content: Smut, Fem!Reader, Fluff, Nsfw, Rude Talk

Not:You've both been of age for a long time

Dazai Osamu

• He's definitely a philosophy teacher and likes to fill people's minds with his theories

• You were the one who took the first step in your relationship, he rejected you the first time but you didn't give up that easily, you flirted a lot to get him and finally he agreed to be with you but of course he didn't want anyone to know about it, that's how your secret love started

• He wasn't one to hide it during classes. He would approach your desk and constantly ask you questions "S/o what do you think about this?" It was really difficult to teach the lesson with him

• This brunette definitely has a classroom fantasy..he calls you to his classroom after school is over..he likes to fuck you on his desk while the light is shining on you while the surroundings are orange with the setting sun

• Students are suspicious of his relationship with you, because even though Dazai has a secret love life, he is constantly watching you in class and does not forget to wink from time to time

• No, copying is forbidden, even if you are his lover, any copying will translate into extra fantasy punishments for him to fuck you at night "You need to know that no exceptions will be made for you" he just thought about the punishments he will give you at night as he took the cheat sheet and left

• He is definitely a man who loves making love. You heard from the gossip in the class that he had many girlfriends in the past, so he is very experienced, he likes a slow and sensual sex, and you had your first love 8 months after you became lovers, you forced him.. he was waiting for you

"Nghhh~!!" You wrapped your hands in the sheets as he pushed his full hardness into you. "Why did you cheat, dear?" He spoke with his tongue while leaving a wet line on your chest, all the way to your belly button. As he continued his hard thrusts, your surroundings were now completely blurry for you. How did you get to this point, how many times did you cum now? 5? 6? You don't remember, "You look really beautiful, you like me fucking you, right..?" "osamu--!!!" you screamed as he gave you quick strokes on your sweet part. The knot in your stomach quickly broke and a new one was added to the ejaculations you can't count

“I don't want anything like this in my lesson again, my love, is that understood?”

Chuuya Nakahara

• In my opinion, he would be either a German language instructor or a mathematics teacher

• He is definitely a very disciplined teacher and when you first confessed your feelings to him, he punished you and with that confession, he made the exams difficult for you and did not show even the slightest tolerance

• The first day your relationship with him, that is, the cold wall he built against you, started to melt was the day he got sick and neglected to come to school. You ran away from school that day and went to your teacher's house. He was angry when he saw you, but he couldn't say anything because he almost fainted

• You babysat him the day he was sick and made the ice in his heart melt. After that day, everything seemed to be a little more rosy for you. Chuuya avoided you mostly outside of class, but after weeks, he accepted his feelings, even though it was undisciplined and inappropriate for him, he avoided running away every time was bored

• he is really watching you all the time whether he is in class or not he stays near your class and watches the boys who talk to you (Those boys will fail his class) he is very jealous and may even give them a punishment

• Now let's get to the main point, how about sex? Do you have fantasies? How long after did he accept it? He's definitely the best at his job. He's committed to pleasing you. He doesn't have any perverted fantasies, but he won't say no to fucking you in the classroom. You had your first love 1 year after your relationship started and you definitely felt like you were in heaven that night

"Tell me, my love..." you barely heard his words as my legs were shaking. He had you sit on his dick and was making you solve math problems on the table in front of you.. "I-I don't know chuuya~!" Your brain became more fuzzy with every second as he thrust into you "Nghhh~~!!!" Chuuya slowly wrapped your hair from your wet skin to his hands. "My love, this is not the answer." You tried to get up while your legs were shaking, but when Chuuya's hand quickly pulled you back, a harsh moaning sound was heard

"If you continue like this, you will make me fuck you until the morning”

Fyodor Dostoyevski

• he is a physics teacher and teaches a lesson like death

• Everyone is trying not to fall asleep in his class. He is a very strict teacher and is the type of person who always takes a student to the blackboard. He keeps giving advice because he is an extremely religious teacher

• Now, if we look at it from a serious perspective, he definitely does not talk to his students outside of class, although the reason is not known, as if it were a rule for him and no student goes beyond this rule

• You didn't confess your feelings for him! (THIS IS A FIRST!) because you were really afraid of his reaction, instead of confessing to him, you constantly prepared meals in containers and gave them to him anonymously, and every morning there was a brand new note on his food: "You are very serious today, Mr. Dostoyevsky" "I hope you will notice my admiration and passion for you” "I can't stop thinking about you" or more spicy notes. It took months for these notes to flow, and although Fyodor hated it at first, months later he was waiting for those notes with a grin on his face every time

• He finally found you, but of course he wanted to see the person who wrote him these notes for months. He knew you were a student, but you didn't expect him to find you, and even though you denied his allegations against you, he knew everything from the beginning, he just laughed and you saw him smile for the first time, making your face turn red "All those notes were sweet"

• He definitely plays a sadistic role in sex and has many fantasies he only sees fit to make you suffer if it gives you pleasure and of course there is a safe word between you two that he stops when you tell him "Are you okay darling...did it hurt that much?"

• Yes, he is the one who thinks about having a secret relationship and sometimes acts like you don't exist in class. When you said you were upset about it, he never did that again

"ahhhh~!!" You were in the teachers' lounge, school had already closed and you couldn't hold back a moan as Fyodor continued to slam into you "You want to be known by others, slut" he grinned as he continued to thrust hard into you and hit your sweet spot "You want everyone to see and watch us like this, right..you are so naughty" his long white fingers He grabbed your waist hard and continued whispering to you with sweat running down his forehead

“The school is ours all night long. You can moan as much as you want, dear”

Nikolai Gogol

• He is a biology teacher and he doesn't even care about his lesson. He usually dozes off in class and doesn't care even if the students complain

• he sleeps all the time. Usually, his classes are the last classes of the day, so after he falls asleep, no one knows when he wakes up. One day you rejected the invitation of your friends and when school ended, you stayed in the classroom, covered his with your shawl, left a kiss on his white hair and left him there that day

• The next day, Nikolai must have found out who that shawl belonged to, because he called a student to his office for the first time, all the students said that someone had made him angry, because otherwise, why would Nikolai do something he has never done and care about his job? Yes, he found you and you saw him more serious than ever that day, but instead of saying anything harsh to you, he just thanked you

• From that day on, Nikolai never slacked off, he taught in a straight and disciplined manner. Even though the whole school was shocked by this situation, no one, including you, understood what changed him... But you were happy that you could listen to his conversations now. Weeks later, he started talking to his students

• you were always watching him in classes and after a while, it was like a bond formed between you, like an invisible rope... and he was the first one to confess after months. Your flirtation probably lasted more than 2 years, but eventually your relationship started

• Oh boy, he's a beast in bed, he's gone beyond his laziness limit, you've never seen that laziness again, he likes to film everything that happens with you so he can use it later if he needs it at school, he's got a fast and serious speed

"Smile my love~!!!" While he fucked you from behind, he tangled his hand in your hair and asked you to look at the camera "Nikolai~!! stop it this is too much...~!!!" nikolai moaned as the rapid thrusts continued their course "Fuck! You're so tight darling~~" you weren't even sure how many photos and videos you took with the camera, your mind was so blurry and you were on the point of fainting

"The night is just starting, my love, I love watching you"

Kunikida Doppo

• We already know that he is a mathematics teacher! And one of the very strict ones!

• He's the toughest on this list...because he's actually a gentleman with 58 ideals and a math teacher, and you're a student so you can't meet most of his ideals

• It's impossible to talk to him. He doesn't listen to the students unless there is a "math question" and walks away. In the eyes of the students, he is a rude and self-aware person. It was obvious that you couldn't talk to him normally, so you took the hardest option, Private lessons

• Now you don't think that this guy gives private lessons in a completely random way? He has criteria for students and yes, you spent months to meet them and just to take these private lessons and you got that chance again, he still has a long way to go before you, even if you try to flirt with him during lessons, he is definitely a heavy disciplinarian and quickly gets off topic

• You confessed to him after 2-3 months and of course it wouldn't be easy, he threw away all his lessons with you..and now your job had become twice as difficult, but since you thought his ideal woman would be an intelligent woman, you focused on your lessons and gained as much knowledge as him, of course it did not go unnoticed by him and finally started talking to you again

• He gave you a chance and you went to the movie night. After that chance, you went on more dates and eventually you started a relationship and yes, of course, your relationship was secret, it was unthinkable otherwise

• How is it at night? He is definitely a trick when it comes to romance that will attract your woman in the best way. He has learned fantasies just for you (maybe he wants to see you in different positions:0)

You were tied to your bed with your hands handcuffed. Kunikida was trying out a fantasy he was curious about on you again "Do you feel nice, my love?" He had the decency to ask you as he slowly moved in and out of you and he nodded. You bit your lip to moan as your hair clung to your face. "I want to hear your Ssshhh voice" As he slowly accelerated, his wrists started to hurt and it would probably leave scars tomorrow

"Fucking you like this... makes me feel so good"

Ranpo Edogawa

• He is a mathematician and he is definitely the best at his job. No one at school recognizes him as a teacher. He is known as the genius teacher of the school and has enough knowledge to teach all other subjects

• Yes, the fact that he is smart does not eliminate his most important feature of laziness, he is a complete sleepwalker, but he rarely skips classes just

• He is a teacher who is comfortable enough to give you the answers to your grades in exchange for bribes, that is, things like snacks, and he is the most comfortable among them

• If his heart is running on junk food, then you will bribe him every day for the opportunity to talk to him, but of course you will do it without making it look like that

• You started bringing him small snacks every day, each time saying "Ranpo-san!!! Look what I got you?" "Special candy day!!" "I bought it from your favorites" he continued like this every day, even though he always made sure you passed your classes, what you wanted was much more than grades

• Although it wasn't easy for him to give you a chance, it didn't take him long to ask the girl who did so much for him and that's how you started dating, of course it was a secret relationship again. After spending months with you, Ranpo rented a house with you and now you started staying with him

• You make love every night..he is very lazy but how can he miss it when such a beautiful woman attracts him..slow and sweet sex will satisfy his pleasure

"F-fuck my love, keep going~~" while you were jumping on his swollen dick, he was breathing his hot breath into the cold room. His face was red and his eyes were narrowed. "Nghh~ You like this, right, Ranpo? You can beg, my dear" Ranpo laughed hoarsely, although not very loudly, at what he said and his cold hands held your hips

"I'm punishing you to bounce on my dick all night long my love, thank you for this pleasure"

Enjoy!

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moriartyluver · 25 days

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FALSE LOVERS CHAPTER XXVI

TIK TOK..TIK TOK..

William looked up towards the clock on his university office wall, putting his pen down.

'It's about time..' he thought to himself. Standing up from his seat as he opened his door 'I wonder how they're doing.'

As he walked through the quiet corridors, he noticed a figure passing by at a corner he was a few steps away from turning. Peering past the wall, he noticed the back of a woman, (hair length), (hair colour) hair visible from behind.

A smile crept onto William's face upon seeing none other that his wife, walking to the same lecture hall he was to enter. A childish idea came to mind. William walked faster, sneaking up on (Name) whilst concealing his footsteps, a trick he had once learnt from none other than Instructor Jack. He approached her, wrapping an arm around her waist as his chin rested on her shoulder.

"Ah!" (Name) pushed him away, turning around to see William who had been shoved against the wall, trying to hold back his laughter. "William! You-"

"Did I frighten you, love?" He asked between chuckles. (Name) furrowed her eyebrows in annoyance.

"N-No..of course I could tell it was you.." she lied, gaze averted. "But if I was unaware, you could've given me a heart attack...don't do that again."

"My apologies dearest," William laughed, standing up straight and walking beside (Name) "You're 'completely not frightened' reaction was just too much to resist."

She shoved his shoulder, somewhat playfully "I'll get you back, I promise." She insisted before asking "Are you going to the exam hall?"

"Indeed I am," he nodded "I assume you are too."

"As a mathematics professor, it would only be appropriate." She said as they approached the hall in question. "I looked over the paper whilst I had the chance, you really have no mercy, do you?"

"I wouldn't expect talks of mercy coming from you," William said, opening the door to the silent lecture hall

"What is it that your implying?" She raised a brow, her tone much quieter. William simply smiled, bringing her to the front of the hall as the sound of pen to paper sped up, seconds before the end of the exam.

The sleeping invigilator suddenly awoke in time, standing up as he spoke "Times up."

"It's over for me.."

"I think I failed as well.."

"Thank you for watching over this exam, Mr Rambo," William thanked.

"It's no problem," The grey haired man said "I'm retired anyways."

As a majority of the students flooded out of the exam hall, a small group of boys approached (Name) and William. "Professor Moriarty, Professor (Last Name), there's no way anyone in the maths department could ace that exam!"

"Especially the last proof..isn't it on that topic you're studying now..?" A black haired boy with spectacles added

"Even you couldn't solve it?" A freckled boy whispered in surprise.

"Yeah.." he pushed up his glasses "The last problem was the only one I couldn't wrap my head around."

"I did tell Professor Moriarty to go easy on you all," (Name) said, giving William an 'I told you so' look. "Still, I'm sure you'll all do fine...and even if you don't, you can use this as a learning opportunity."

Once all the students had left, William put the papers away in an envelope while (Name) sat on his desk, looking over the mark-scheme with narrowed eyes. Within the quiet hall, footsteps echoed. (Name) turned her attention away, as did William. The figures face was practically invisible with the bright sunlight radiating for the windows, but once he spoke, it was clear who he was.

"Professors~" He sang, holding his crumpled exam paper "Did I pass your test?"

"Sherlock?" "Mr Holmes?"

"Yo!" he grinned approaching the couple "Can't believe you two are both teaching in university at your age!"

"I can't believe this, you really took the exam amongst the other students?" (Name) asked, fighting back a smile while William scanned the detective, much less amused "I'd have thought we'd spot you, but I suppose not."

"Here!" Sherlock handed her the exam "please mark this for me."

"Why are you in Durham..?" William asked with a raised brow

"I wanted to see a Moriarty maths lecture at least once," Sherlock explained, hands in pockets. "So I did some looking, and came to the lecture hall, but there was an exam being taken...and I remember a promise for dinner after the train incident, didn't you?"

William turned around, a smile creeping onto his face "I didn't recall saying we'd go.."

"Don't be mean, William." (Name) gave him a playful nudge.

"Yeah," The detective parroted "Don't be mean, William. It's the reason I came all the way to Durham in the first place. Theres so much I want to talk about."

"How interesting." William said, pushing open the door, taking his wife's hand in his. "However I have another lecture scheduled for second period, and I'm sure (Name) is busy too.."

"..and we were planning to mark these exams during lunch break," (name) added, trying to find some sort of solution. "is it okay if we talk during that time?" She asked the two as they walked through the halls.

"Ah, that's fine with me," Sherlock said, William nodding with him. "Can I sit in for your next lecture?"

The blond nodded hesitantly "I don't mind, I suppose..(Name) will be there too." He added. "Well then, we're going to drop off the exams and grab the materials for the next lecture."

Sherlock grinned enthusiastically "Okay!"

"The lecture was boring, wasn't it..?" William asked Sherlock, who was sat opposite him.

He laughed in response "Ha! No comment!"

"You've certainly had better lectures.." (Name) added, a smug smile on her lips "my favourite forever remains that one lecture when one student insisted he could find the end to pi."

"I could say the same to you," The blond retorted.

She placed a gloved hand to her chest in faux offence "My lectures have never been boring, they've always as been engaging and arguably entertaining for the students."

"I beg to differ," William smirked, turning his attention back to the papers in front of him "But I'll let you have the final word for once."

(Name) rolled her eyes, landing her gaze on Sherlock, who was observing silently "By the way, Sherlock, what brings you all the way to Durham. It is quite the journey from London, we of all people would know."

"You should know by now," He said "It's about the Lord Of Crime."

"Was there any progress with the case?" William asked. Sometimes (Name) wondered how he could feign innocence so easily, even when Sherlock seemed to be seeing through both of them like glass.

"Yeah.." Sherlock put a cigarette between his lips, lighting the match. "Actually, I've finally got a clear look at what his profile is like, his accomplice seems slightly more challenging to unpack."

(Name) felt a little smug at that, although she wondered why William had the moniker of 'The Lord Of Crime' but she was merely his accomplice.

"What do you mean?" The professor prodded.

"In the streets, the Lord of Crime is being treated as if he were a criminal. 'It's just the citizens wishes' or 'it's just a rumour'." Sherlock explained "Nobody believes that he actually exists..or that he's actually a criminal at all..But, I have a different theory."

He continued, exhaling smoke "The Lord of crime definitely exists, and my theory is that the Lord of crime is..a noble criminal!"

"A noble criminal?" (Name) repeated. Frankly, she just thought Sherlock was being dramatic, rather than feeling threatened by his accusations.

"There's no doubt about it," He affirmed

"So, Mr Holmes, You're convinced that the Lord of crime is a noble criminal, but what are you going to do about it?" William asked, writing on one of the exam papers. "If..If the Lord of Crime is a noble criminal on one hand, his work can be considered useful to the general public, and you have the option of overlooking it."

'Is he really defending the Lord Of Crime right now..? Does he not have any sense?'

"On the other hand, there is the option of condemning the Lord of Crime for carrying out criminal acts without reason," He argued "Which one is the better option, Mr Holmes?"

Holmes sighed "Even if those killed by the Lord Of Crime had a reason to be killed, as good as a reason it might be, that doesn't mean that it's okay to kill people, for certain! The logical consequences of that is that it means no matter what his purpose is, he is still guilty. I will catch and condemn him, He will take responsibility for his crimes."

"Yes, as you should," (Name) had to hold back the urge to pull William away and ask him to stop being so foolish "Guilty people should be held accountable for their actions, whether they're a noble criminal or not."

Sherlock was silent for a moment before leaning back in his seat "Ah..to be completely honest, I was a little lost before I came here..I'm glad I could talk to you two."

"The feeling is mutual," (Name) smiled

"Well," Sherlock took another drag of his cigarette "If I can't catch him and uncover this mystery, I don't mind giving up this life at all."

"Indeed," William agreed "If you're prepared to go that far, I'm sure you'll do just fine."

BONG BONG BONG BONG

"That's the warning bell," (Name) noted, placing an exam paper in the pile "Looks like lunch break is almost over."

Whilst her husband marked the papers in front of him, he paused, rereading the numbers on the parchment. He slid the paper to (Name) for confirmation "was there such a way to solve this problem..?" He asked as she looked at the answer too

"The mark scheme seems to be slightly different but the answer is correct." She pointed out, looking back and forth between papers, sitting through her own pile to look for a similar answer. "It's not like they somehow managed to cheat.."

"What's wrong?" Sherlock asked, confused as to what they were talking about. "You both froze up for a second."

"It seems something unusual has occurred." William explained

"What is it?" Sherlock inquired

"Well.." William started "An examinee with a perfect score of 100 seems to have appeared."

"What..?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow "but some people get perfect scores on exams all the time."

(Name) shook her head "the odds of that are very low, especially for this particular paper. Most of the mathematics students couldn't even get half the marks on this particular question, it was that difficult, therefore it was more of a matter of figuring out how to approach the problem."

"This examinee has proven that, haven't they?" The blond professor added

"Well who was it?" Sherlock asked

"You see," William said, putting down the paper "They forgot to put their name on the exam. Neither of us have seen this handwriting before, either."

"It seems we have another suspicious individual." (Name) peered closer at the exam paper, analysing every detail.

"A mysterious student who got a near impossible perfect score..! How interesting!" Sherlock exclaimed with a grin

"By the way, Mr Holmes," William held up a paper, covered in crosses "You got zero points."

Sherlock was silent, likely embarrassed whilst (Name) stifled a chuckle.

"Anyways, both (Name) and I have lectures this afternoon. Would you please fin the owner of the exam paper if you have time?" William asked, standing up and taking his wife's hand in his whilst his other hand carried the exam papers they were marking.

"Only because you asked, Liam." Sherlock smiled "Consider it repayments for helping me earlier."

"I see you've found him," (Name) observed as Sherlock brought a young boy before them. She recognised him as the boy from Durham printing..Bill, that was his name.

"Finding him was easy." Sherlock stated, arms folded as he leaned against a bookshelf. "The question now is why Bill, someone who isn't a student at university, took the exam."

"S-Sorry.." Bill stuttered, bowing his head in shame.

"Bill, your solution was very elegant," William complimented "Are you self taught?"

“Yes,” Bill removed his hat, holding it to his chest as he averted his gaze with flushed cheeks “I studied by reading your books and papers…in the library without permission between deliveries. In particular, your paper on the binomial theorem was very interesting…I read it over and over again because of its dynamic solution. So..um..I’m sorry..”

He continued to look away, expecting the worst whilst everyone remained silent, until William eventually spoke up. “I’m surprised..”

“It’s clear that bill has a talent for Maths.” Sherlock chimes in “It doesn’t matter what anyone else says, if you have talent, you’ve got to make the most of it.” He turned to William and (Name). “Does this university have a transfer system?”

Bill turned to the detective in surprise “..wa—wait a minute..!”

“Is everything alright, Bill?” (Name) asked as he stared at his feet, clearly nervous.

“I-it’s fine..you don’t have to..really..” He said, his voice shaky. “I apologise for the exam, and for my behaviour, so please leave me alone..! I-I’m not a child of a noble or the gentry like the students here..I’m just a normal working class person! I know my future..the printer’s son has no choice but to take over the printer’s shop…Even if I wanted to learn mathematics..it doesn’t matter what I want..it’s never going to happen! It’s already been decided.”

Despite obvious differences, (Name) couldn’t help but feel empathy towards the boy. His now verbal stream of consciousness was undeniably familiar to her. No amount of determination could take away the feeling of not belonging, regardless of how people act towards you. In a society ruled by one class of the elite, what we want does not matter when placed against the traditional way of things.

And yet, here (Name) was, against all the odds.

“Nothing is written in stone,” She reassured in a hushed tone, speaking up as she continued “you mustn’t deny what you so desperately desire. Those beliefs are creating a class system within your heart…William?” She turned to her husband.

“Bill, the last proof of the problem you solved..it was one of the questions I had been working on, which is an extension of my own research into the application of algebra into physics,” He said “You said that you only studied with library books and existing papers. That problem could never be solved using those materials. In other words, the problem can only be solved by someone on the same level as me..”

This little speech was very typical of William, (Name) thought. He had this strange habit of allowing those most ignored and alone in society to feel seen, and she of all people knew that from experience.

Later, William and (Name) has escorted Sherlock to the Durham train station, ready to take a train back to London.

“I’m relieved,” Sherlock said as he bought his ticket. “Thanks to you, Liam, the dean had to approve of Bill’s transfer, and (nickname)’s sponsorship of him means he’ll be able to pursue his passion of learning Maths.”

“Well, it was the least I could do. I’m already sponsoring a few students anyways, one more couldn’t hurt,” (Name) smiled

“Your nasty bargaining technique was helpful too,” William hummed with a smirk

“You..!”

“It’s natural that Bill had came up with such an idea, considering the state of our country.” He added “It’s not unrealistic to assume that there are more talented individuals like him who are buried because of their social status.”

“That’s quite the depressing thought, actually,” (Name) murmured, folding her arms. “Perhaps I could open a charity to provide education for these individuals..”

Sherlock nodded in agreement “You’re right, Liam. The world must be filled with the graves of mozarts who never got a shot at developing their talents.”

“The train to London will be departing soon!”

“This is my cue to leave,” Sherlock smiled as he walked down the platform “Sorry for leaving so soon.”

“Haha, it’s no problem,” William chuckled “Thank you for finding me a research partner.”

“I thought I was your research partner,” (name) raised a brow with irritation.

“I can have multiple research partners, dear,” He reassured, placing a hand on her shoulder while (Name) rolled her eyes. The blond called out to the detective as he entered the train. “Mr Holmes, I fully agree with your idea that if you have a talent, it’s your duty to make use of it. It’s a necessary mindset for the future of Britain…and you said earlier that you were willing to lose your life if it meant the Lord of Crime was arrested, but you should make sure to return alive after defeating the Lord Of Crime, Sherl-“

HONK

Sherlock’s mouth was agape, causing him to drop the cigarette between his lips. “Did you call me Sherlock?!”

“Hm? What was that, Mr Holmes?” William smiled innocently.

“Ha!” Sherlock laughed. “See you in London, Professors!”

“Farewell, Sherlock!” (Name) waved “We’ll meet again soon!”

“Yes, we with pleasure!” William said, putting his top hat back on “We’ll definitely meet again, Sherlock!”

A/N: first false lovers chapter is once January?! 😨 anyways enjoy the non-angst chapter. You’re not gonna get any of those anymore. After the tea party chapter, it’s gonna be constant tears. Can’t wait 😜. Also wondering if I should make a Star Warss fanfic or nah. Anyways uhhh see you in a few months because I’m inconsistent asf

#—false lovers 💋#moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty #mtp william #moriarty the patriot x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader

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part 1, from the start ⋆ oscar piastri

pairing: oscar piastri x driver!oc (named Margo Castello)

tropes: childhood friends to lovers

summary: some videos of margo's camera before and after stopping being friends with oscar

warnings: none

a/n: english is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes and poor storytelling.

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part 1 of the from the start series

VIDEO FILES OF MARGO'S CAMERA

2017

"Are you really going to record this?" Oscar said, with a smirk, as he answered his phone.

"Hell yeah, of course! They're going to tell you if we're going to Formula 4 together, damn it!" Margo said, though she couldn't be seen as she was behind the camera, focusing on Oscar very close to his face with a smirk.

Oscar put a finger to his lips for her to be quiet and answered the call to be told that yes, he would be in the British Formula 4 along with Marguerite.

She let out a high-pitched scream and jumped a couple of times before leaving the camera on the table to go hug Oscar with so much force that she almost knocked him over.

"See? I told you, I told you you'd come with me!" she exclaimed, hitting him a little.

"Looks like I still can't get rid of you" he joked, with a smirk before hugging her again.

She widened her smile and then looked at him. "You have to call your mom right now."

"Right!" he jumped and went straight to the phone. He exchanged a few words with his mother and then moved the phone away from his ear, extending it to Margo. "She wants to talk to you."

She laughed and took the phone.

"How are you, Nicole?"

"Fine, fine. I just wanted to congratulate you too for getting into the category, although you already knew it a long time ago," Nicole said, with a sweet voice. Now it was Oscar who had picked up the camera and was focusing on Margo. "I'm annoyed I can't be there with you, but rest assured that both your mother and I will come see you at the races!"

Margo laughed a bit and nodded. "Great, Nicole. Thank you very much, really."

They said goodbye and she returned the phone to Oscar.

"I love your mom so much, Os. I don't understand how such a fantastic and amazing woman gave birth to a dork like you."

Oscar crossed his arms and became completely serious. He went to the fridge in the student flat they were living in at the time in London, while juggling races with the end of the school year. There were Physics and Mathematics papers scattered all over the counter.

"How's the Wednesday exam going?" Margo asked, sitting at the table.

He took out a jug of water and poured two glasses, handing one to Margo.

"I'll probably fail it,"

"Me too," she nodded. "But hey, we're going to be famous drivers, so I don't care about not knowing arithmetic."

They chuckled and Margo noticed that the camera was still focusing on them with the red light on. She grabbed it immediately.

"Are you still recording? Damn it, Oscar, you're going to drain the battery-"

2019

"Oscar Piastriiii is finally here! Formula 3 champion!" Margo shouted from behind the camera. She zoomed in until she was close to Oscar's face, as she used to do. "But smile a bit, come on! You're the damn Formula 3 champion!"

"Wooo!" exclaimed Jezebel Sütten. She, along with Logan Sargeant, had become very good friends with the other two guys, also along with Ollie Bearman and Marta García, with whom they had been coinciding since their karting years.

The four of them were celebrating that Oscar had finished first, with Logan third. Margo had finished sixth and Zel ninth, but they couldn't be happier for their friends. Although there were many more people around, the four of them had secluded themselves on the terrace because none of them were big fans of crowds, although Margo occasionally had bouts of extroversion, as had just happened.

She handed the camera to Zel and grabbed a glass of champagne before drinking it all.

"Oscar! Come dance with me, come on," Margo pulled him a bit and Oscar couldn't refuse.

They danced for a while, but it wasn't until a slow song that Zel decided to focus on them with the camera. Before starting to dance, they looked at each other, expectant that one of them would refuse. They were friends, but were they that close? It turned out they were, because they started dancing. Oscar placed his hand slightly above Margo's waist, so she wouldn't feel uncomfortable. She ended up resting her head on Oscar's shoulder as they swayed.

It could be seen from the camera that they said something to each other, although it was impossible to capture because they were too far away.

2019

"Well, here's a new video blog of our trip to New York," Margo spoke after setting up the camera. "It's our last day in New York, now we're going to Los Angeles. But first! We're going to take a walk around Brooklyn and then we're going to see a musical."

"Hello!" greeted Zel, making her way to the camera. "Logan says they're ready."

"You talk a lot with Logan now" Margo squinted her eyes and grabbed the camera.

"Let's go, come on. Oscar will worry about you later," She handed it back, with a mischievous smile as Margo looked at her angrily.

The camera cut and switched to a scene where Margo placed the camera on some shelf and the four of them posed for the video, which Margo would later edit and take a photo.

2023

Margo had just won her last race, proclaiming herself the winner of that Formula 2 season. She was on the podium and from below her mother was recording her almost on the verge of tears because her girl had finally made it.

She had had an almost perfect season, winning nine races with PREMA Racing. She celebrated the 1-2 she had achieved with Ollie on the Yas Marina podium and went running to find her mother. But just before reaching her, she was asked for an interview.

"Margo, how do you feel about being the first woman to win this championship?" the man asked.

"I'm very, very happy. I still can't believe it. It's been a challenging season, with very good rivals, and I'm very proud to have exceeded all expectations. Thank you ᅳShe made a gesture to keep walking, but the journalist asked her another question.

"It's been a while since we've seen you with Oscar Piastri, do you think you'll celebrate the victory together? Do you think he'll congratulate you?"

Margo stared at him for a few seconds, trying to find some sort of acceptable answer. She had minimal training for interviews, and that question caught her off guard, what did Oscar have to do with her victory? Her agent quickly appeared, taking her away from there and leaving.

#from the start #oscar piastri fic #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x oc #f1 #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #f1 fluff #op81 #racing #rachel zegler #logan sargeant #noraverse 🫧

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shituationist · 4 months

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it's amazing that so many lesswrongers see "sparks" of "AGI" in large language models because

the bulk of them are neo-hayekians, and their widespread belief in prediction markets attests to this

it's now very well documented that "knowledge" which models haven't been trained on ends up being confabulated when models are queried for it, and what you receive is nonsense that resembles human generated text. even with extensive training, without guardrails like inserting a definite source of truth and instructing the model not to contradict the knowledge therein (the much vaunted "RAG" method, which generates jobs for knowledge maintainers and which is not 100% effective - there is likely no model which has a reading comprehension rate of 100%, no matter how much you scale it or how much text you throw at it, so the possibility of getting the stored, human-curated, details wrong is always there), you're likely to keep generating that kind of nonsense

of course, hayek's whole thing is the knowledge problem. the idea that only a subset of knowledge can be readily retrieved and transmitted for the purpose of planning by "a single mind".

hayek's argument is very similar to the argument against general artificial intelligence produced by hubert dreyfus, and I don't think I'm even the first person to notice this. dan lavoie, probably one of the brightest austrian schoolers, used to recommend dreyfus's book to his students. both hayek and dreyfus argue that all knowledge can't simply be objectivized, that there's context-situated knowledge and even ineffable, unspeakable, knowledge which are the very kinds of knowledge that humans have to make use of daily to survive in the world (or the market).

hayek was talking in a relatively circumscribed context, economics, and was using this argument against the idea of a perfect planned economy. i am an advocate of economic planning, but i don't believe any economy could ever be perfect as such. hayek, if anything, might have even been too positive about the representability of scientific knowledge. on that issue, his interlocutor, otto neurath, has interesting insights regarding incommensurability (and on this issue too my old feyerabend hobbyhorse also becomes helpful, because "scientific truths" are not even guaranteed to be commensurable with one another).

it could be countered here that this is assuming models like GPT-4 are building symbolic "internal models" of knowledge which is a false premise, since these are connectionist models par excellence, and connectionism has some similiarity to austrian-style thinking. in that case, maybe an austrianist could believe that "general AI" could emerge from throwing enough data at a neural net. complexity science gives reasons for this to be disbelieved too however. these systems cannot learn patterns from non-ergodic systems (these simply cannot be predicted mathematically, and attempts to imbue models with strong predictive accuracy for them would likely make learning so computationally expensive that time becomes a real constraint), and the bulk of life, including evolution (and the free market), is non-ergodic. this is one reason why fully autonomous driving predictions have consistently failed, despite improvements: we're taking an ergodic model with no underlying formal understanding of the task and asking it to operate in a non-ergodic environment with a 100% success rate or close enough to it. it's an impossible thing to achieve - we human beings are non-ergodic complex systems and we can't even do it (think about this in relation to stafford beer's idea of the law of requisite variety). autonomous cars are not yet operating fully autonomously in any market, even the ones in which they have been training for years.

hayek did not seem to believe that markets generated optimal outcomes 100% of the time either, but that they were simply the best we can do. markets being out of whack is indeed hayek's central premise relating to entrepreneurship, that there are always imperfections which entrepreneurs are at least incentivized to find and iron out (and, in tow, likely create new imperfections; it's a complex system, after all). i would think hayek would probably see a similar structural matter being a fundamental limitation of "AI".

but the idea of "fundamental limitations" is one which not only the lesswrongers are not fond of, but our whole civilization. the idea that we might reach the limits of progress is frightening and indeed dismal for people who are staking bets as radical as eternal life on machine intelligence. "narrow AI" has its uses though. it will probably improve our lives in a lot of ways we can't foresee, until it hits its limits. understanding the limits, though, are vital for avoiding potentially catastrophic misuses of it. anthropomorphization of these systems - encouraged by the fact that they return contextually-relevant even if confabulated text responses to user queries - doesn't help us there.

we do have "general intelligences" in the world already. they include mammals, birds, cephalopods, and even insects. so far, even we humans are not masters of our world, and every new discovery seems to demonstrate a new limit to our mastery. the assumption that a "superintelligence" would fare better seems to hinge on a bad understanding of intelligence and what the limits of it are.

as a final note, it would be funny if there was a breakthrough which created an "AGI", but that "AGI" depended so much on real world embodiment that it was for all purposes all too human. such an "AGI" would only benefit from access to high-power computing machinery to the extent humans do. and if such a machine could have desires or a will of its own, who's to say it might not be so disturbed by life, or by boredom, that it opts for suicide? we tell ourselves that we're the smartest creatures on earth, but we're also one of the few species that willingly commit suicide. here's some speculation for you: what if that scales with intelligence?

#bong rip

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Summary: Wooyoung and you are best friends but you have feelings for him.

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I stared at my paper, the mathematical formulas and numbers seemed to blur before my eyes. I was standing at the counter of the small bakery where I worked in the evenings to pay my rent in a student apartment. I should have been home by now, done my homework and sitting in bed with a warm cup of cocoa. But of course Lia, the girl who had her shift after me, had caught a bad cold and couldn't come to work. So I was stuck here. Alone with no customers in a small bakery, trying to do my homework. I just wanted to cry. I was totally exhausted and lonely.

Then suddenly my phone vibrated. When I looked at it, I immediately recognized who was calling me, probably the most important person in my life, Wooyoung. The k-pop star had been my best friend since we were kids. We had always supported and cheered each other up. But something had changed recently. I sighed as I answered the call. I knew exactly what had changed. I had fallen in love and I didn't know if he felt the same as me. I shouldn't get my hopes up and yet, when I held the phone to my ear and heard his excited voice

"Hello y/n! I missed you sooooo much!" my whole body tingled and the butterflies in my tummy started to dance a little dance.

"I missed you too Wooyoungie." I replied and couldn't stop a small yawn from escaping me. Wooyoung faltered when he heard my yawn.

"Are you tired? Would you rather go to bed?" I smiled tightly at the worried tone Wooyoung's voice had taken on.

"No, it's fine, I can't go to bed anyway. I'm still at the bakery," I replied.

"What? Why are you still there? Your shift ended two hours ago."

"Lia was out. I had to stay he- wait a minute Wooyoung, there are customers here." I put my phone down when I saw the woman entering the bakery.

"How can I help you?" I greeted her politely. I served her and when the woman had paid, she left the store with a friendly farewell. I sighed and went back to my phone. When I greeted Wooyoung a second time, he immediately asked how much longer I had to work.

"About an hour, why?" He didn't answer and instead changed the subject. I told him about my day and he did the same. When no more than 20 minutes had passed in which we had talked, the door opened again. I was expecting a new customer, but when I looked up, I saw Wooyoung's face. A smile formed on my lips when I caught sight of him. He grinned his mischievous grin that he wore so often and that I was so infatuated with. I came around the counter and hugged him. We hadn't seen each other in real life all month, only on the phone. Wooyoung was always busy because of his job as an idol. That's why it was even more meaningful for me when he took the time to see me.

Wooyoung hugged me closer to him. I inhaled his fresh scent. I had missed him so much. Butterflies danced in my stomach and my heart pounded rapidly against my chest. When we broke away, Wooyoung grinned at me.

"You didn't have to come here, you know that, right?"

"I know." he replied.

"But imagine y/n I'm worried about you. You shouldn't be sitting here alone. So we'll spend the last half hour here together and then I'll take you home. Agreed?" I knew that this "question" was not meant seriously. I knew that he would wait here with me and then take me home, no matter what I said. So I just smiled.

Wooyoung pulled up a chair next to my own chair behind the sales counter. When his eyes fell on my math homework, he asked if he could help me. I let out a snort. When Wooyoung looked at me indignantly, I laughed all the more. Wooyoung then stuck his tongue out at me in offense.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, offended. I answered him with a smile

"I'm sorry Wooyoungie, but you almost failed math in ninth grade. I don't think you can solve math equations from the previous math course." Wooyoung pushed his lower lip forward, pouting, and I started to giggle. Now Wooyoung got in too and smiled gently at me.

Suddenly, Wooyoung drew in a sharp breath, looked at me with wide eyes and announced excitedly "

I have an idea! What do you think of ice cream?" I smiled because the enthusiastic look on his face alone made everything inside me spin.

"Good idea." I answered him after a short pause and Wooyoung jumped up, announced he would be right back and ran out of the store. A few minutes later he came back with two ice cream's in his hand. He beamed at me and immediately started to put a smile on my face too. In the time he had been gone, I had solved my math problems and was now eating my ice cream with him.

We only had to wait another 10 minutes and then we could finally leave. I gulped down my chocolate ice cream. Of course, Wooyoung knew that chocolate was my favorite ice cream. I smiled as Wooyoung nudged me lovingly in the side. My tummy started to tingle again. I looked at Wooyoung.

"You've got something." he reached out to gently run his thumb over my mouth. I held my breath. Wooyoung looked into my eyes as his hand rested on my cheek. My heart was pounding against my chest. I leaned carefully towards Wooyoung and placed my lips on his for a second. Then I pulled back, staring at him with widened eyes, as if I hadn't been the one kissing him.

I buried my face in my hands. I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want to be rejected by the person I loved the most. But I felt Wooyoung's hands tenderly on mine. He gently pulled them away from my face so that I could look at him. He just smiled and now it was him who pressed his lips to mine. I was too perplexed to return the kiss. When he pulled away from me and grinned mischievously, I wondered why he didn't make fun of my ridiculous behavior. Normally Wooyoung would have gratefully accepted such a situation and made a joke about it, but perhaps he sensed that I would probably cry if he made any jokes at my expense now.

I stared at my best friend, not sure what to do now, so I was more than grateful when Wooyoung started talking.

"Y/n listen. You're the best friend I've ever had. But I can't get you out of my head, you've been buzzing around in it all day. I don't think you're just a friend to me anymore. I want more. I want to see you every day, hug you, kiss you and tell everyone that you're my girlfriend. Y/n I ... I love you. I..."

I interrupted Wooyoung with a longer kiss this time. We both smiled into that kiss as our lips moved in unison to each other as if they had never done anything else. When we broke away once again, Wooyoung rested his forehead against mine.

"Since when have you been so self-confident? My confession of love must have done your ego a lot of good." he began to tease me. I just smiled.

"I love you too Wooyoung." He pressed his lips to mine again, for a brief moment.

Suddenly, I heard the door open. My eyes darted to the door and I jumped up, my face starting to get hot as I began to serve the customer. As he was leaving the store, I felt Wooyoung's arms wrap around my waist from behind as his chin came to rest on my shoulder. The butterflies in my stomach began to dance the choreography of Halahala. At least that's how it felt when the Korean whispered mischievously in my ear

"Your shift is over. We can go now." I nodded and detached myself from Wooyoung, who then started to whine and run after me, grumbling, while I tidied up the store and collected my things.

When everything was ready, I pulled Wooyoung to me and gave him a quick kiss in the hope that he would finally give me a bit peace. This attempt was even somewhat successful.

I locked up the store and started to walk with Wooyoung to my apartment. When we had already walked a few meters, I intertwined our fingers. Wooyoung looked at me and I could see that he had to pull himself together not to make some teasing comment, but instead he grinned at me, squeezed my hand and kissed it.

We walked in a comfortable silence where I just enjoyed Wooyoung's warm hand in mine and tried to process what had just happened at the bakery.

When we arrived outside my apartment, I pulled my boyfriend into a hug. Wooyoung smiled at me.

"Good night princess." He kissed me goodbye and then let me go to my apartment. Smiling, I got ready for bed and snuggled up in my blanket. When I looked at my phone again, I had a new message from Wooyoung.

"Sleep well my Prinzessin❤️" I smiled as my stomach tingled again and I let myself sink into my bed. Slowly I slipped into a peaceful sleep.

#wooyoung #ateez x reader #wooyoung x y/n #wooyoung x reader #best friends to lovers #south korea #kpop #boyfriend

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sakura-chan-25 · 2 years

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Hello! Can I request hcs for Satan, Mammon and Simeon having an MC tears up easily (not like cause of sad movies or cause somethings sweet) but like making small mistakes. Like oops they accidentally put this in the wrong place they weren't suppose to now MC tears up. It's not necessarily angst MC is aware it's ok but they don't know how to control their tears so it just...happens. I'm curious how'd they'd react or what they'd do when they seeing MC try to hold their tears (and failing miserably) for doing a small mistake. That's all hope it's not too much ^u^ tyy

Oh god, I tear up easily when making one little mistake in front of people, lol. I can definitely write this

This actually can be read as platonic or romantic realtionship, I think

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Word Count: ~140 (Mammon's & Satan's part), ~130 (Simeon's part)

Warning(s): MC tearing up (duh), crying, mistakes being made, pet names [baby (Mammon’s part), darling (Satan's part), lamb (Simeon's part)], mathematics (Mammon’s part), hugging (Mammon’s part), offer of a hug or tea (Satan's part), cooking (Simeon's part), mix up between salt and sugar (Simeon's part)

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Mammon:

"What's wrong, baby?" He asked with concern while crouching down on the floor next to the school's desk

His arms were laying on the edge of it and his eyes never left your teary-eyed figure

Not even after he laid his head onto his arms

You didn't answer and only shook your head

You were still trying to hold back the tears

You failed miserably at this though

Quiet sobs soon could be heard in the quiet classroom

Mammon slightly panicked, he didn't know how to react

Then he spotted your math book

Wide open

He briefly looked at it and immediately found the mistake you had made

He looked back at you and his expression softened

"Hey, MC. It's alright to make mistakes, you know? No need for those tears."

"Now c'mere and let the Great Mammon give ya a hug."

Satan:

You were sitting in the library of HoL, trying not to cry

Satan was sitting opposite you, he shouldn't see you cry

Nor the mistake you made in your homework for magical potions

"Are you alright, MC?"

That was it

Your soft sobs bounced off the walls in the room and you put your hands over your face

This alerted Satan and he immediately made his way over to you

"Darling, I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong. Please?"

So you told him

How you tear up easily after making a mistake, no matter how small it is

How you know that it's alright, but you can't stop the tears

He nodded his head, repeating every word you had just said to him

"Do you want a hug?"

"Or do you want some tea?"

Simeon:

You were in the kitchen of Purgatory Hall

Simeon asked you to help him with some small desserts

You agreed of course

So, now here we were:

"I'm sorry."

Simeon looked at you

"What? What are you sorry for?"

You told him that you mistook the salt for sugar

You were blinking a lot of times, so the tears would stop forming

However, one tear made it's way down your cheek

Simeon's eyes widened

He decided to put one of his hands over your shoulder while the other was on your cheek, where the tear was just seconds ago

"It's alright, lamb."

He had this little smile on his face, which could wash away every kind of worry

"We can always redo it. How about we ask Luke to join us?"

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A/n: I wrote Mammon's part in one go a few days ago and the idea for the other two came today, lol. I hope you enjoyed and have a good day/night! :D

#obey me #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me mammon x mc #obey me satan x mc #obey me simeon x mc #obey me simeon x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me non-agere #request

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Thinking about how much I suffered in school due to having an undiagnosed learning disability because by and large the world doesn't seem to know that there even is a learning disability when it comes to math . . . jfc

Like I got my first failing grade ever in fourth grade because I didn't understand long division and wasn't allowed to use a calculator to do it for me. It's not that I didn't want to understand, I tried my best, but my brain just can't hold or conceptualize numbers. My brain can't make the connection of what happens to the numbers to get the results. So I had to bring a report card home with an F in math when I was 9 and got torn apart by my biomom as a result of it.

In the grades following I managed to scrape by with Ds only because of participation points. I paid attention in class and I turned in assignments with a fuckton of wrong answers, but that was enough to give me a consolation D on my report card instead. Junior year I failed geometry because, again, my brain just can't hold or understand the numbers, plus I had depression and anxiety and a trauma disorder etc etc, all of which I had no treatment for. The result? Grounded for an entire summer while I went to summer school to make up the credit. I passed summer school only because we had tests at the end of the lesson, when I could still hold the information in my head.

During all of this, did ANYONE suggest I might have a learning disability? No. Because unlike dyslexia, dyscalculia and other learning disabilities related to math aren't well-known. Reading is seen as something that's so hard to grasp, but in math there's only one right answer so how could there be a disability for that? Long words are complicated, but who doesn't understand numbers? Worse still is the people who do struggle with math a little, but who can still manage and retain the information, because they're like, "oh yeah I also suck at math haha maybe I'm disabled too!" and it's like, no, unless you've been driven to tears because a customer gave you additional change after you already input their total into the cash register and now they and all the people in line behind them are expecting you to be able to count the change in the way that means you know what to give them back (since it's now different than what's on the register) but you literally cannot wrap your head around this no matter how many times they explain it to you, you're not disabled, you just don't like it.

In college I majored in creative writing and I was told that I had to take a math class for a gen ed. I was at first told basic math would count, so I took that. It was so difficult, and I got so stressed, that I gave myself stomach ulcers, but I managed to pass with a C-. I was then told, oh sorry! This is too low level of a course to count. So then I tried business math. Failed it. Formal logic. Failed it. College algebra. Failed it. In college algebra I would understand it okay in class, but then when I'd get home I wouldn't remember how to do it. 10 problems would take me 5 hours as I tried to re-teach myself the material from the textbook. But on the test we couldn't use the textbook, so guess what? I failed.

I had a complete emotional and mental breakdown because I wasn't going to be able to graduate without a fucking math course. And it was only after I was literally sobbing in the academic advising office that someone said, "if you can get diagnosed with a learning disability, we can waive the credit."

(Note: I didn't even want the credit waived per se, I just wanted my basic math class to count like I was told it would my freshman year.)

I was 26 years old and this was the FIRST TIME I had EVER heard that there was a learning disability for mathematics. THE FIRST TIME. I paid $600 to get evaluated and was told that while I was in the 99th percentile for language ability, the discrepancy between that and my mathematics ability was the largest the evaluator had ever seen in his 60 years of running these exams. Which, you know, makes sense. When I took the ACT I got a 32 in reading and writing each, but a 15 in math (and 19 in science because of all the math). It tanked my score. Suddenly it all made sense.

But it took TWENTY-SIX (26) YEARS for anyone to even SUGGEST this could be a possibility. And it's still not fully understood or taken seriously! Accommodations can be made in the workplace for dyslexic people, but when I told my boss just this past week that I have dyscalculia, he laughed because he thought the term was a joke, a riff on dyslexia, just for someone being bad at math. Now, my boss is kind of an asshole in general, but still. It's not a joke. I'm not just bad at math. I am INCAPABLE of doing math. My brain can't wrap around numerical concepts. And even in the off-chance that I understand what's going on in the lesson, I can't retain it. When I got evaluated there were problems in the evaluation that we had just discussed the PREVIOUS WEEK in college algebra. Less than seven days prior. I REMEMBERED that we went over it in the lesson. But did I remember how it all fit together? No. I couldn't wrap my head around it. I nearly started crying during the goddamn examination because of how humiliated I was.

I suffered so much into my late twenties because no one at any point in my educational career understood that mathematics disabilities are a thing. Math is thought to be "the universal language" so if you can't do it you're just lazy or not trying or, hey, it's hard, but you still CAN do it, you just need to try harder. It's so angering and so upsetting and drives me fucking bonkers. I've got my diagnosis now so I'm not suffering any longer but jfc. It was a fucking nightmare.

#although i don't really have the paperwork anymore #hopefully it's on file in my medical record or i could get it from my uni or smth #since they'd have it on file from when they waived my math credit

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The Butterfly Who Unfolds Her Wings

A simple, selfless, social butterfly, but an ambitious girl as what they perceive, yes, it is me. I'm Alexa Mae Canaria Davas, 18 years old, a first-year civil engineering student at Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Valenzuela. I'm one of the Dr. Pio Valenzuela scholars for batch number 26 as well.

To be honest, there's nothing special about me. I'm just a typical girl with a lot of pressure and expectations. Why did I say so? I'm the first, or, should I say, the eldest, child of my parents. I have two siblings who are 15 and 5 years old. I've also been an academic achiever from kindergarten until senior high school. Since I am the first child, I have many responsibilities to fulfill. I don't want to fail. I'm scared of failing in all aspects of my life. It would be my biggest downfall. I don't like being a disappointment to my family or, most especially, to myself. My parents did not pressure me that much. In fact, I'm the one who pressures myself since I expect more of myself. I don't have a lot of talents and skills like others do. But I can sing, dance, and make everyone feel wanted and appreciated. I don't want to see people left behind, since I know that kind of feeling. My hobbies are just reading books, watching Asian dramas, and making some fictional stories or quotes about life if I have free time. During my senior high school years, my professors often praised me because of how I constructed words in every essay or other written activity. I don't know, but I like expressing myself through writing rather than being vocal.

I am an ambitious girl, but honestly, I don't know what career or what I want to become. I want to be successful, but I don't know what my dream is. I have a lot of dreams, but I can't see myself in those fields. One thing that I am sure about is that I want to become a cardiologist if I'm lucky enough. If fate allows me to. I want to pursue being a doctor, but sadly, my parents can’t afford for me to study at any private medicine school. Every decision I made was influenced by other people. To tell you the truth, there's no chance that I decided for my own. Taking the course as a civil engineer is not my first choice. It was my third option. I took the STEM strand as my senior high school academic track at Our Lady of Fatima University. For the sake of improving my mathematics skills, I can draw houses too, but I am not as good as others. My parents and relatives want me to study engineering since that’s the only course they can afford and since I’m just about to study at a state university. They also said that engineering can make me successful too since it is in demand and a high-paying job. Given the factors I have mentioned, I considered just taking civil engineering because it was aligned with my senior high school strand, even though I doubt if I can. Every night before entering college, I silently cry since I know that I can't be an engineer because I'm not that "good" at mathematics. and I have no interest in the engineering field. I know for myself that I will be struggling.

This course is very challenging, and it really affects your mental health. There's been a lot of change for me since I started studying engineering. Back then, it was not okay for me to just get at least a passing score because I am a competitive person. I can't afford a low score or grade. I'm always aiming for a high grade. But now, just a passing grade really makes me happy already. I started to like my course, although I was scared to take it before. This course really taught me to be a risk-taker, to believe more in yourself, to study harder and harder, and that it's fine to cry. This is such a fulfilling course that I don't want to be an irregular student and shift to another course next year. I will strive harder to graduate from this course and be a future civil engineer in the near future. I know I can since I have my family, friends, and God by my side.

Shifting from an online class to a face-to-face class again is quite hard. It seems like a new experience to me to be back in a normal class after almost 3 years of online classes. Most especially, you have to maintain safety protocols, and your actions are limited, unlike pre-pandemic. My coping mechanism with this kind of setup is that I have to socialize with other people, but I am still reminded of safety protocols like wearing a face mask and keeping a social distance. Additionally, I'm teaching myself to do group study with my friends and classmates because I was used to studying alone rather than brainstorming, and I'm starting to build my self-confidence in public speaking after not being exposed to other people during lockdown.

To sum it up from this blog, you know the half-side of me. How I chose what course to take in college and my coping mechanisms during the shift of classes from online to face-to-face. To everyone who will be reading this, I hope I can inspire and motivate you that not all the time, what we dreamed of is really meant for us. We need to see the bigger picture, to be practical, and to transcend the things that limit us from being a better version of ourselves. Let's be risk-takers and not be afraid of what lies ahead.

#civil engineering #college student #ambitious #risk-taker #selfless #social butterfly

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shiroi---kumo · 9 months

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·:*¨༺ ✩★✩ ༻¨*:· Sometimes he finds it strange how close he's gotten to Liekki and Syksy but there is a voice in the back of his head that tells him it all makes perfect sense actually. He's gotten close with Safiirin and he wants to say moderately so with the rest of Pilvi's teachers but somehow this pair of Prince Usva's have managed to squirm in his heart as well.

Probably because Liekki likes to keep tabs on his Liege and not the man's own. He swears this man of medical toxin spends more time interested in the younger of the eclipse brothers than the elder. Which is only a problem because the younger is not the one that Liekki is bound to.

"So rumor has it that your Liege is immune to mist effects." The mathematical medic comments dryly as lavender eyes look over the knight with an almost bored expression.

Pilvi is currently at sword practice and Safiirin is watching both boys with the eyes of an eagle for him just so he has a moment to eat.

Liekki has taken upon himself to join him.

He doesn't recall asking for company.

A pink gaze raises but the knight fails to speak, neither confirming or denying the rumor - yet still this man of numeric medicine takes a seat anyway.

Usva's teachers have always somehow found themselves entitled to his time when he isn't bound to them either.

"So have you tested it?" The man continues bored. "Have you tested to see if he is immune to your mist? I'm going to assume you haven't because the boy is still alive and well I can't imagine even the Celestial Mother being immune to someone like us."

And oh, how he wants to tell him but yet somehow finds it within him to refrain from doing so because while Palo was most interested in this development, at least she remained respectful. There was something about how Liekki operated however that told him if he did tell the man of the "accident" and how his Liege had tricked him to run a test himself - that this man of medical math would turn the boy into a science project and quite frankly Pilvi already had enough problems with people picking and poking at him.

So he's sighing and shaking his head to give the man a wordless answer. He know he's tried to do his best to teach his the boy no to lie but sometimes there were just certain places where the action deemed necessary.

"Ah." The man of sea foam and violet starts with a slight droop in his posture. "Pity. I still would love to look the boy over if you can swing him a moment. I understand he is the Child of White and all, so he's excessively busy but you've been avoiding my office for nearly eight years now, Revon. I really should look him over. To make sure all is well of course."

"He has Palo for that."

There was no hesitation in his words as pink eyes can only half glare and stare back unamused. Perhaps he can get his point across this way, that he only wants to eat the sandwich in his hand and that he really should be getting over to the practice field because if the brothers are left in the presence of only one of them for too long, nothing good can come of. They are both little troublemakers and putting them together makes one even bigger problem.

Safiirin's mist can't lock them both into slow motion should they decide that today is the perfect day for shenanigans and it's been some time since they've pulled anything.... so really they're overdue for some mischief.

#guest muse: opaali liekki #guest muse: revon #v; the child of white || before the fall #topic: revon tulet #topic: a prince's life #topic: misterican royal tutors #topic: misterican royal family #topic: misterican royal knights #topic: safiirin hehku #topic: opaali liekki #misterican stories || drabble #tw; long post

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parragone · 1 year

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And another short ramble because it's 2 am anx I cannot seem to sleep

This time about Mute and Lion and the tl:dr is that they're pretty good friends, actually

No but Mute genuinely and truly likes Lion and it comes down to one very key aspect; neither of them really had a chance

Lion was a smart kid, but never enough; if he got full marks, his parents asked why he hadn't picked up an extracurricular. If he performed exactly to expectation his parents asked why he didn't excel beyond that, as if excellence was the bar.

Mute's parents did the same thing for different reasons. Mute never had the chance to be a rebellious teenager; it comes out in his tattoos, in his music choices, in the sarcastic and jaded behavior he shows.

So when Mute off handedly griped about wishing he could've gotten drunk or high at a party when he was in college - like so many others did - Lion offers to give him a safe space to do so. It's on impulse and Montagne gives him the most bewildered look, but Lion explains it quickly; anyone else who has experience with severe intoxication only did so while either undercover or in the job. Everyone else had decently stable and safe childhoods. He may not like it, but if Mute needs a safe space to actually process a lot of what he missed, Lion's the best option because he's been in that mindset before.

More importantly, he knows how to curb that mindset. He knows how to recognize the language of a bad trip, and he himself knows how to regulate now that he's older and a little less stupid. As much as Doc, Monty, and Thatcher didn't like it, Harry agreed that Lion was the best possible option if Mute really wanted to have those experiences. Of course, the question of former addiction came up, but Lion stood firm; he knows his limits better than anyone else.

Which is how they ended up on the balcony of Hereford, with Lion kind of sober and Mute trying to figure out how people drink alcohol when it tastes fucking gross. Talking about childhoods and how they ended up where they are, how fucked it is that they ended up the way they did.

It's how they end up on that balcony again, this time both a little high and Mute wondering why people like feeling this way while Lion tries and fails to explain that there's more than one type of marijuana because he ends up laughing every time he says "twoijuana" on accident. It's how they end up talking about religion and Lion admitting that he sometimes wonders how many of those who follow the faith only do so out of fear of punishment, but also that hes rather fond of the idea that every star in the sky was hung there by someone that might be just as fucked up as he is. It's how Lion learns that Mute is Hindi, but not in the way that one might think; he believes there is, mathematically, one or more entities that we would consider deities, but that they likely can't even perceive us. It's how they agree that no matter what the truth is, the world is pretty cool if you learn to ignore the people in it.

It's how they end up there again, sober and chatting while Mute drinks tea and Lion downs a water bottle. Talking about family and how neither of them quite feel at home with their blood family but finally feel like they have something worth a damn in Rainbow, regardless of how dysfunctional it is. Discussing addiction and affection and the quiet worry that somewhere along the line the team is going to be pulled apart by powers far greater than them.

It's how they end up going to the balcony every Sunday after Lion's prayers, even long after Mute has worked out his impulses, to chat and catch up as friends. Talking about research opportunities and discussing each other's fields of study, acting as soundboards for each other. They end up encouraging each other to pursue the relationships they want.

There's a sort of healing on the balcony every Sunday. For Lion, it's seeing that he could actually change the course of someone else's impulsive self destruction and gain a friend in the process. For Mute, it's seeing that someone else really does get it, and gaining a friend somewhere in the middle of it.

#mute #lion #theyre friends and ill die on that hill #r6s

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fgrobichiko · 2 years

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Case 2022G - Sage Advice

[Subject: an unidentified white male of advanced age, who appeared on the grounds of [REDACTED] ten minutes before recording begins]

"Recording begins. Please, once more. What is your name?"

"I am the wizard Alderforth, fifth of my line, advisor to King Harald the Ninth, and I demand you release me!"

"I will do so soon, Mister Alderforth, but please remain calm. How did you come to be here?"

[There is the sound of a heavy wooden object slamming into the floor]

"I demand to see the king!!"

"Please, sir, I am trying to understand what happened here just as much as you are."

"Fie, you would assume as such. Very well. For now, I shall wait, but send for the king's men at once!"

"I'll have someone on that as soon as I can, sir."

[at this point, [REDACTED] nods to a worker at the window, who moves to make a call]

"See? We're working on it."

"Very well... I shall be seated. You must as well."

"Yes, alright."

[There is the sound of a pair of chairs being pulled out and sat upon.]

"I believe you, Alderforth, but I can't say that I'm familiar with you."

"Indeed. Some foul witchery is afoot. What Merrow did this? Speak!"

"I am sorry, sir, but this truly is not the world you are accustomed to, though I cannot say in which way it is different."

"Mm, indeed. Incorrigible place."

[there is the sound of rustling and tapping, and Alderforth breathes deeply]

"Blasted pipe. Never fails to raise the hackles."

"Yes, sir... I'm afraid we can't really allow you to smoke in here-"

"Eh? No smoking? For what purpose? Worried I'll fog up your mirrors? Ha!"

"No, we just - fine. I'm sure I can't stop you."

"Mm, quite."

"Tell me about yourself. When were you born? We must have SOME record of you, surely."

"Ah, I cannot tell you such powerful information, surely you know better."

"Can you give us an approximation? A year? A decade?"

"I was born in the fifty-second century of our lord, if you truly cannot tell. I'll agree, I look good for my age."

[There is no response. There is the sound of papers flicking for several seconds, and then hurried writing in pencil]

"Is that so surprising? I'd have thought you'd know a wizard might live centuries..."

"Sorry, how many? Centuries, I mean?"

"Four, of course."

"Four hundred-!!"

[the writing resumes, faster than before]

"So, by your count, it is... roughly the year 5500?"

"That's the century, at least, yes. Though we are closer to the 5600s now, don't they teach mathematics in this facility? I had assumed it was a place of learning."

"My god... I am sorry, mister Alderforth, by our reckoning it is the year 2022. But it certainly doesn't seem possible that-"

"TWENTY TWENTY TWO??"

"Yes, sir."

"A.D?"

"Yes, though we would call it the common era-"

"Good lord... then the house of Ashanti is not yet founded. My word. Who is king? This would be the, ah... the Giancarlian period, correct?"

"I'm sorry, sir, the current monarchy of britain is the house of Windsor."

"Britain?? Bah. Never heard of it. Show me on a map, sir."

[Recording ends. It appears our strange guest has memories of an entirely alternate time period, though he seems well-versed in the geography of our world. Ascertaining the details of his time is difficult as they appear to have no similarities to our own, other than references to major geological events and certain arcane practices. It is suggested Alderforth be used as an early warning system to events we may be yet to see, and as an instructor, should he be convinced, in arcane protection. The earliest details he describes date to roughly 5000BC, with notable divergences beginning some thousand years after, though by his count, these took place eleven thousand years before his own time. This discrepancy bares significant investigation.]

#Foundation Texts

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arethaboettcher · 6 months

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selormohene · 9 months

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day 39 (friday, august 11th 2023)

I reread Eugenia Cheng's paper "Mathematics, morally" in which she attempts to formalise the notion of "morality" that gets used by mathematicians. As in, "this is morally true" (to mean "this has to be true or else everything I know about math is wrong," often used in the context of "I can't find a proof for this, but"). One interesting thing she does here is that she says morality isn't reducible to intuitiveness, for two reasons. She actually makes this point in the context of the notion of being "explanatory" and then in a passing comment says the same thing applies to intuitiveness. The idea is as follows: first, something's being backed up by moral reasons (which she identifies with moral truth; she's conflating moral truth and moral justification) is only explanatorily adequate to someone who's interested in the moral reasons behind something. Somebody who only cares about how the algebra shakes out won't be convinced with a moral reason which doesn't explain exactly how the algebra shakes out (although she says that when it comes to category theory, which would presumably cover by extension a lot of abstract algebra, formal proofs and moral reasons tend to coincide). Moreover, she says, quoting Thurston, that "one person's clear mental image is another person's intimidation." In other words, what counts as clear (and she groups in intuitive, useful and explanatory here) can vary; the implicit claim seems to be that morality doesn't vary in the same way? (She also groups in "natural" with the list of things which are only dependent on the kinds of reasons someone is interested in, reasons which may or may not be moral, and perhaps also with the list of things which vary from person to person, even though natural has a perfectly objective definition which is formally "commutes with all maps" and informally "basis-independent, intrinsic to the structure of the categories in question as such without further arbitrary imposition.")

Anyway, something else she says is that morality is to right action as proof is to lawfulness, and that, epistemically speaking, morality stands to understanding as proof does to knowledge. She also says that there's a difference in temperament between kinds of mathematician based on the epistemic attitudes that predominate their mathematical practice: law-abiding mathematicians are those who are satisfied with a proof, perhaps even in the absence of insight into the "point" of the proof, i.e. how the proof illuminates the result proved, whereas moralistic mathematicians are those who are satisfied with understanding, perhaps even in the absence of a formal proof of a given result. (The problem of course is that the illusion of understanding is more prevalent and more powerful than the illusion of proof.) Of course most mathematicians are a mix of both. And in particular, the manner in which proof and rigour aid our understanding is not like the manner in which following the law (as such) aids our sense of morality (which it rarely does). If anything, it's following the moral law that aids our sense of morality, in that it gives us insight into the conditions under which our moral sense works and also helps us to clarify cases where our moral sense might fail at the edges, in the same way that proofs help us to secure our mathematical intuition (which, contrary to Cheng, I think is closely connected with morality) on a firmer foundation by giving us insight into the conditions of its possibility. (Also, funnily enough, her example of law-abidingness without morality in the domain of everyday practical reasoning is speeding on a road but slowing down every time a speed camera shows up, which is manifestly not obeying the law. That's avoiding being caught breaking the law, which is a different thing.)

In any case the reason I mention this now is that it strikes me that I'm very much a moralist, because right now I'm working through Axler and I'm coming upon some stuff where I can see that it's true and how the proofs work but I don't feel like I've understood why, and it's holding me back. I sometimes wish I could just power through in the confidence that the understanding would come on its own, but I do feel like if I'm to have any hope that my creativity will kick in at some stage, and that I'm going to be able to make the transition from assimilation to production, then it has to start with being able to understand the fundamentals deeply and being able to put in effort when things don't make sense, because it's only the prior understanding that allows us to know where to go when we're faced with a result whose proof isn't set out for us a priori.

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theworldofananxiousteen · 1 year

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The explanation I owe myself

It's okay to not succeed, and it's okay to not deliver the way you want to. The important part is living, meaning breathing, eating, sleeping. The rest will come when the time is right. (I hope.)

Alright, alright, my friends, gather around and let me tell you a story. It all started when I was a young, young girl (ca 2 months ago) when I decided to become the productive lady I'd always wanted to be by joining a challenge on the app I discovered that very same day (spoiler alert; it was this app and the #100daysofproductivitychallenge).

It worked for a few days, hell, I did more in those few days than I had for the past month and a half (estimates, but very likely). You see, before then, I had been in a flunk. Productive wise, school wise, life wise. Then, suddenly, this thing came before me like a saviour out of thin air, and I thought my crisis was solved - because, obviously, I would be able to stick to this challenge, in complete contrast to every other similar thing I've tried to put my mind to. For a few days, it did. Specifically, five days (I believe, I don't want to check). Then came the first break, I missed a few days - listed things I'd done as productive tasks even though I, in many cases, didn't believe they were. You see, I am a procrastinator. I think of things I need to do, they make me anxious, I do other things or nothing at all in response - an evil cycle I can't get out of. After those few days, I fell straight back into the loop, and I've done barely anything since.

Now, it's almost the end of my Christmas break, and I feel like I'm stuck, quickly suffocating in the piles of school work I need to do before I get back to school. Here's my current list:

Finish my second version of my extended essay first draft

Finish my first AND final draft of my TOK essay

Finish my final draft of my TOK report

Finish reading Juloratoriet for Swedish class

Finish my economics IA3 final draft

Finish my biology IA first draft (this was, literally, due october.)

Finish my Swedish HL essay second draft

Finish my mathematics IA final draft

Finish my CAS updates

Finish my history IA first draft

Prepare my Swedish oral

Learn the entire math course because it's finished and I know nothing - I've failed all but one math test the past two years :)

All this needs to be done on six days and I won't be starting tomorrow, I can feel it. I feel like I'm out of order. I'm not working. My brain. My body. My life. It's all out of order, and nothing is like I want it to be. I know what's needed to succeed, -studying-, but I can't bring myself to do it. Do you have any tips?

Anyway, I was thinking I may give the productivity challenge another try, continuing from where I left off, to see if it may help to give me something to work towards. So, here goes nothing.

Day 15/100

Today I did nothing of actual value, but I did get some things done;

Played basketball with some friends for a few hours that I can use for CAS (this is to be read as an achievement, because I left my house almost out of free will)

Finished reading It's kind of a funny story by Ned Vizzini (I rate it like a 4.5 out of 5 stars but it ended up being 5 out of 5 on goodreads since they don't do half's)

Started reading Dear Nobody by Billie Doherty - so far, no thoughts whatsoever about it

Watched a few episodes of RuPaul's Drag Race (speaking of which, my stepmum gifted my mum and I with tickets to RuPaul's drag race the world tour the upcoming October (!) and I'm very excited about it)

Alright, by for now. Hopefully, I'll be back tomorrow. Possibly, I'll be back in a month or two (maybe more).

PS. can you tell I'm currently using my tumblr as a thought dumpster simply because I know no one on here in real life? I'm telling you - it's the trick to success.

PSS. Here's a song (that I've forgotten completely) by a band I used to like (probably still do but I did forget of their existence), simply because it's called the new year, and new years eve was a few days ago. Happy holidays.

#Spotify #100 days of productivity #overwhelmed #high school #international baccalaureate #life is pain #its fine #we will manage #sweden #dear nobody #its kind of a funny story #january #procrastination #step backs #i will live #i'm slowly losing my mind #basketball

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