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radiant-reid · 2 years

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pov: your Instagram but you're dating Spencer Reid

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y/n.l/n: Spencer's face when I knew something about Goldbach's conjecture

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d.morgan: what's with the grandpa fit? → y/n.l/n: shh, my baby looks adorable → doctorreid: yeah, her baby looks adorable

badass_em: nerds (affectionate)

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y/n.l/n: vacation Reid, a fav of mine

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babygirlpg: where are you at? → y/n.l/n: mexico!

aarhotch: please ensure you're resting your leg → doctorreid: yes, dad

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y/n.l/n: tough day?

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mommyjareau: relatable content

aarhotch: reports. → y/n.l/n: yes, dad → doctorreid: yes, dad → d.morgan: yes, dad → babygirlpg: yes, dad → aarhotch: the word 'dad' is about to be banned → doctorreid: not for me though, right? because I don't have a dad → aarhotch: ... okay.

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y/n.l/n: two of my all-time favorite people

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mommyjareau: who taught him to do duck lips → y/n.l/n: me, gotta keep him on trend → doctorreid: i don't like it → y/n.l/n: yeah, but you like me → doctorreid: i love you → y/n.l/n: thanks

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y/n.l/n: the secret room

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doctorreid: it's not a secret now

ablake: it looks outstanding → y/n.l/n: come around !

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y/n.l/n: pumpkin season!

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mommyjareau: Spence holding the pumpkin like he's already got 2 kids at home → doctorreid: not yet

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y/n.l/n: HOT

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d.morgan: but he won't drive the suv on cases → y/n.l/n: maybe he should, because you're a terrible driver → doctorreid: boyfriend duties

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y/n.l/n: happy 30th birthday to the love of my life. each day spent loving you is a gift i treasure more than anything else

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y/n.l/n: the happiest

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babygirlpg: I AM SCREAMING!!

aarhotch: Congratulations!

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max1461 · 8 months

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Give me a math problem. Requirement is that it has to be doable in a post, you know how I sometimes make posts kind of like going through the steps of a math thing stream of consciousness as I do them? It has to be one where that's possible not too fucked up of one like the Goldbach Conjecture or a really big integral. Well anyway if you do this I may or may not solve it.

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kendoola · 8 months

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Solar Opposites S4E10 The Re-visibility Bouillabaisse

*messy kitchen, objects floating*

T: you know what? I’m happy I destroyed the stupid invisibility ray. At least this way I’ll never have to see your ugly face again!

K: you take that back you cherish my face! [shouts]

T: not anymore I don’t! I’m done taking your shit. Forget the ray, forget the mission. I am moving out! …Soon as I can find the door

*rolling pin and measuring cup slam into the fridge and fall to the ground*

K: Terry are you still there?

T: …Yeah I got confused about what side of the door I was on and got too embarrassed to say anything

K: I’m sorry I threw your nutrient powders. I think something is broken in me that a ray can’t fix.

T: do you want to know why I bid on an afternoon with Nancy?

K: well I thought it was cause you’re a simp for Netflix celebs

T: [haha] yes, but also, remember when we went on that vacation to highland park and you had an amazing piece of pizza and wouldn’t stop talking about it? That was Nancy’s crust! You always work so hard on the ship and lead us so good, I just wanted to bring a little slice of highland park to you.

K: that’s very thoughtful of you Terry

T: korvo the reason i never want to help with the sci-fi stuff is… I don’t know math!

K: [gasp] not even basic math? Like the goldbach conjecture or the real values function on a three dimensional space?

T: you shame me. I am shamed

K: i actually like that you don’t know science stuff

T: what?

K: it makes me feel necessary, like a hunky sexy science shlorpian

T: you were fronting for me?

K: i was fronting and stunting

T: but we said we’d never front in this house!

K: agreeing to that was my original front

T: it is sexy when you know about the ship. I got pretty hot when you complained about the neutronium core.

K: it’s always low on ions!

T: mmm I’ll tell you what, that tech support tone makes me goosh.

K: what about when I yell about the fluidic processors?

T: drives… me… wild

K: Terry take your clothes off

T: oh I’ve been naked this whole time

K: [moaning]

*metal clanking and blender whirring*

T: treat me like an ektorp, call me a slutty little malm! Talk Swedish dirty to me

K: but IKEA legal, they’re so powerful

T: just do it after we cut away!

*Nancy Silverton pulls into the driveway*

K: [grunting] Billy bookcase! Ribba frames!

*rolling pin starts thrusting by itself*

T: [moaning] yes

K: kallax shelving!

T: yes keep saying more IKEA merch it gets me so fucking hot

K: Allen wrench! Home delivery! Sustainability! Meatbaaaalls!

*microwave falls over*

#solar opposites #terry #korvo #terry x korvo #tervo #solar opposites tervo #solar opposites terry #solar opposites korvo #solar opposites S4E10 #solar opposites re-visibility bouillabaisse #the re-visibility bouillabaisse

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wild-lavender-rose · 1 year

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D.C. Masterlist

- Misquotes -

Batman (Robert Pattinson)

#1- Flattery

The Flash Series -

- One-shots -

H.R. Wells

Kiss Me Again

- Would Include... -

H.R. Wells

Dating H.R. Wells would include...

Becoming work-obsessed while dating H.R. Wells would include...

Harrison Wells

Dating a work-obsessed Harrison Wells would include...

Cisco Ramon

Dating Cisco Ramon would include...

- Misquotes -

Harrison Wells

#1-Goldbach conjecture

Cisco Ramon

#1- Twizzlers

#2- One with the Force

Fanfic Masterlist

#dc #batman #the batman #harrison wells #cisco #cisco ramon #hr wells #the flash #justice league #dc fanfiction #dc masterlist #wells #the flash series #hr wells x you #harrison wells x you #harrison wells x reader

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saving-for-a-rainey-day · 2 years

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Books by Greek Authors

Literary Fiction: The Trojan Women and Other Plays by Euripides

Graphic Novel: Ο Μπλεκ και οι... άλλοι: Οι χάρτινοι ήρωες του Στέλιου Ανεμοδουρά by Giorgos Pol. Papadakis

Mystery: Uncle Petros and Goldbach's Conjecture by Apostolos Doxiadis

Fantasy: Ενυδρία by Βάγια Ψευτάκη (Aquarium by Vagia Pseftaki)

Historical Fiction: Freedom or Death by Nikos Kazantzakis

Horror: The Murderess by Alexandros Papadiamantis

Romance: Mauthausen by Iakovos Kambanellis (true story)

Science Fiction: Αγέννητοι Αδελφοί by Μιχάλης Μανωλιός (Unborn Brothers by Michalis Manolios)

Short Stories: Something Will Happen, You’ll See by Christos Ikonomou

Thriller: Z by Vasslis Vassilikos

Auto/Biographies: Dandelions for Dinner: Greece at War and a Family's Dreams of America by Sam P. Stamatis and Peter S. Stamatis

History: The Histories by Herodotus

Poetry: If Not Winter by Sappho

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marz-writes-shit · 4 months

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A Visit

A light drizzle sprinkled Wexford County as a pair of boots belonging to a man pitter-pattered on one of its sidewalks. The sky was a rich orange fading to pink overhead, and late afternoon mist slightly dulled the streetlights lighting up his route. He paused to look at a display of New Ross Standard copies sold by a local vendor showing the headline "Unexplained Deaths Cease Globally; Mysterious Group Emerges as Saviors".

He read on, silently.

‘In a shocking turn of events, the bizarre deaths that plagued the world for over three decades have abruptly halted. This phenomenon, characterized by victims found interwoven into tree trunks, suffocating in solid concrete, experiencing bizarre internal organ transformations and other baffling circumstances, has confused authorities and struck fear into communities worldwide.

However, hope emerged from the shadows in the form of Viora Bushida, an 18-year-old spokesperson representing a previously unknown group called Isfet. She claimed responsibility for ending these inexplicable deaths and shed light on the existence of another group, Ma'at, whom she accused of orchestrating these atrocities.

In a public address, Bushida unveiled Isfet's intervention, attributing the cessation of the deaths to their actions against Ma'at. She described Ma'at as a terrorist organization with capabilities surpassing human boundaries, infiltrating high-ranking positions and perpetuating abductions and killings to advance their agenda.

Isfet's actions were not confined to mere words. With over 200 confirmed releases, hostages previously held by Ma'at have been reunited with their families, supported by substantial financial aid — a testament to Isfet's claim of dismantling their rival organization.

And in an astonishing display of their abilities, Bushida showcased her prowess by publicly providing solutions to several complex mathematical problems, such as the Riemann hypothesis, Goldbach conjecture, and the Collatz problem. This is shocking to the scientific and mathematical communities, and raises profound questions about the true nature of Isfet's members and the extent of their extraordinary powers.

While maintaining secrecy about Isfet's current whereabouts, Bushida extended an offer of global assistance against similar incidents, should they ever arise again. This pledge reassures a world still reeling from decades of inexplicable deaths, sparking curiosity and concern about the capabilities and intentions of this newfound organization.’

He hummed his approval, then shook his head no at the vendor's inquiry of whether he wanted to buy it or not. He continued down the moist sidewalk, past the store where he used to buy sweets after a long day at school, and the old bookstore where he first discovered about other nations' deities and religions. Memories called for him from inside each and every building, but he resisted. Today, he sought answers, not nostalgia.

The man rounded the corner just after a battered compound he recognized as his old kindergarten school, then slowed down as he approached a small house that wouldn't look so out of place in a newly-opened suburban neighborhood, except the manicured lawn was gone and wild plants grew free in its place. He paused to admire their colors, before trampling them on his way to the front door.

He steadied himself with a deep breath. It had been some time — six years — ever since he saw them. They weren't the best, but his partners suggested to give them a second chance, check up on how they're doing. He had a vaguely ominous feeling about it but brushed it off with a conjured hope at the prospect of how delightful their reunion would be.

As much as he doubted it.

He raised a tartan gloved hand to knock thrice. Ten lax seconds passed before the door creaked open, behind it his mother. She had sheared off her hair, which he noticed and had inherited, which was kept in a pouffy little bob cut. Her worn hazel eyes met his lime ones, widening with apprehension.

"Oh... Conrad? Is that really you?"

Was her voice shaking with joy or horror? Conrad couldn't tell. He nodded curtly. "Yes, Mother."

She returned the nod. "It's been too long."

The drizzle continued tapping softly on the porch roof.

"Very long," he agreed, his senses agreeing to fixate on the texture of his gloves so he wouldn't do anything stupid.

"Would you like tea? Or something stronger — coffee?"

"I just would like to check on you and Father." The last word tasted too sour on his tongue. "But if you do not want me here, I will go."

His mother's face fell. "No! No, son, I... we... I'm sorry." A pause. "You may come inside."

Conrad stepped past his mother and into the house. The difference between the living room alone and the one from memory was drastic — the couch was bigger and a strange shade of yellow, the old center table was replaced with a more blocky fixture, and it smelled of... burnt hazelnuts?

"Sit down, please," his mother said. "I'll make you some nettle."

Conrad took the spot on the couch closest to the door. It was comfortable but alien. He thought of the old one, his favorite, which was off-white patterned with daisies. Perhaps they sold it, to get rid of the recollections whenever they sat down?

"How are you, Conrad? You've grown up quite a bit." His mother squinted at his face. "And had some battle scars of your own. Where did you get this one...?"

She indicated his lip. Conrad tensed up slightly. "An accident, Mother. It is not important right now. Where is Father?"

As if on cue, a burly figure strode into the room. He saw that he looked quite gray like his mother, but instead of the usual elderly blues, he retained some semblance of the cheekiness Conrad knew.

"There you are, Connie!" he exclaimed, coming forward to give him a bear hug, almost knocking him off the couch. Then he stopped short, noticing Conrad's appearance. "Whoa, looks like you took a hell of a boff!"

Conrad gave him a blank stare. "I suppose that means beating? If that is the case, then yes."

"And your accent's gone... ah, sorry, Con. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Another curt nod. His mother finished preparing and set a some nettle tea on the new center table, which Conrad used his Stand Mafdet to take. As usual, since his parents weren't Users, all they could see was a telekinetic force lifting the cup and saucer — so their wide-eyed shock wasn't new anymore. He gingerly blew before taking a sip.

"Obviously, a lot has changed. The house says it all," he began, using his free hands to gesture.

"So what... what brings you back home?"

Conrad glanced at his mother, who'd taken a seat next to him.

"I thought it courteous to see how both of you were doing, now that Ma'at is in shambles. And to let you know that I am still alive and well." He paused to swallow, trying not to think about the betrayal he felt six years ago that still twisted his stomach unbearably.

"I think it's alright to assume you're... with this Isfet group?"

"Yes, Father. They freed me from the enemy." Using Mafdet, he lowered the cup, further startling his parents. "The most kindness I have ever received in years was from them."

That did it. They exchanged anxious looks, and his father cleared his throat. "Con..."

Conrad stared at the table. "And that makes me wonder: why didn't you two fight for me, why did you let me go so easily? None of Isfet's members are related by blood, but they protect each and every one of the people they take in as if they were their own brothers and sisters. If they can do that, why didn't you?"

This was difficult enough for both of them to answer; neither wanted to say anything to tick him off, it seemed.

Finally, his mother spoke. "Because we were powerless. Just— look at you, son. You're already able to touch things without your hands, a power which Ma'at gave you—"

"They forced that power into my system," Conrad hissed. "I was not supposed to receive it! Only through medical intervention did I brave the side effects, but only because they wanted more pawns! They wanted 'perfect' soldiers! I did everything they asked. For years, I was their doll, their pet, something for amusement when they weren't busy laundering money or blackmailing single mothers! And where were you, what were you two doing in my absence?"

Conrad whipped his head around at the sound of footsteps. He thought it was just the three of them. His parents tried to turn his gaze away but it was too late — he saw two children at the foot of the stairs. They bore great resemblance to him, and if it weren't for noticing the little girl's silvery plaits and the little boy's hazel eyes, he would think he was hallucinating.

"Mama? Who's that?" The little boy pointed with a tiny finger, clearly excited. Conrad's stomach dropped.

"Dylan, Una—"

"Is he a magician?" Una squealed, trotting closer. "That's so cool! Can he lift me too?"

"Mother," Conrad said in a dangerous tone, a dreadful realization circulating in his current train of thought, "who are these children."

"They're— I-I—"

The children scrambled to touch Conrad's floating teacup, but he used his Stand to push them back.

"They're your siblings, Con," his father rasped out.

"No, they aren't." A familiar pain stung his eyes into watering. So this was their answer to losing their son? "Replacements is what they are."

"What? No!" His mother jumped to her feet. "We were planning on having them way before you were taken from us, we—"

"Lies," he growled. This was worse than he imagined. The children were uselessly trying to get past the barrier Mafdet set up between them and him, which crackled with hostile energy that made them whimper in fear. "Replacements! What am I to you, Mother, Father? I do not understand how you would think this would be a happy reunion!"

"He's our brother, Mama?" Dylan asked in a small voice.

"I'm not your brother," Conrad cut in, the cup shaking with his sheer anger. He finished the rest of the tea and used his gloves to wipe away his DNA off the brim. He had to leave no trace.

He tamped down his anger to steady his next words for his parents as he stood, setting down the cup and retreating his Stand.

"From this moment on, you no longer have a son named Conrad. You made this decision, and you must live with it for the rest of your lives. And, before I forget — don't bother calling the authorities on me. You no longer have proof that I set foot in this house, for I no longer exist as part of this farce of a family."

He set for the door in spite of his parents' cries of "Wait!" and "Please!" and "Connie!" The drizzle had evolved into a strong rain soaking his hair just before he was able to pull up the hood of his coat. Without looking back, he briskly walked away from the house, taking care not to be seen by the neighbors. After a few blocks, Conrad stopped and ducked into an alley where a few bums were smoking and casting weary looks at him, which he didn't mind. He felt around in his coat, fished out a device indistinguishable from a restaurant alarm, and pressed a button on the side.

"This is Jeremiah. State your current location and desired destination."

"I am at an alley in Wexford County, Leinster, Ireland. Let's go back to the meeting point."

"Awrighty, Conradical! Beaming you there in three, two, one..."

He, along with his hopes of seeking closure, disappeared into the downpour.

#𝓸𝓱 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓵𝓲𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓭 — 🖋️#writeblr #writers on tumblr #small writer #angst #original fiction #(not really)#jjba #jjba fanfic #writing #writing community

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jonathankatwhatever · 6 months

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Trying again. Yes, I’m trying to gain control over elliptics and holes and, most of all, the mapping of counts like 3gs to a 3Square. That last is coming into shape now that you’re here. The 3Square represents the associative potential within a count of 3gs, remembering that a gs may represent any other count of gs, so this is both additive and multiplicative counting. Slow down, you’re dropping words. I had to add an is in the last sentence.

Yes, you love Nerds but you don’t need to eat the entire little box at once. The grape overwhelms the mouth.

So a 3Square is adds, multiplies, commutes, associates. Having trouble with spelling. Weird sugar effect, I suppose. Could not spell multiplicative for the life of me. Had to change the wording to avoid. Settling down now.

Where does it attach to the grid? At root3? Where is root3? It means an hypotenuse of root3, and thus sides which add up to 3. There’s a cool attachment then: take one side as 1, which leaves 2, and that 2 is the orthogonal 2Square, so we generate root3 by turning the hypotenuse of the 1 square into a 2 as a side. That was well hidden.

I’ve been wondering how to connect a 3Square to the 1Square grid. The algebra is the orthogonal 2Square the side of a rectangle, the long side compared to a 1Square side of 1, so now we have a root3 count. That means the 3Square appears when the grid squares sheet twists so the hypotenuse, which is root2, is now a side, over a 1Square wide rectangle. That means we set the long side to yK or xK, and the 1Square side to the other. That maps a 3Square orthogonal to the grid; you can map it to a location in either orientation (and - orientations). And that makes a neat count around a triangle of orthogonal spaces 1, 2 and 3Squares. It’s literally a 1Square, then a 2Square, then a 3Square, so they touch at the height of the 1Square, then the latter 2 touch to the height of the 2Square.

You see what that does? It creates two of these spaces, one arranged xK as the 1 and the other yK as the 1. To do that, you draw a 1 like in xK, then draw the hypotenuse and shift it to the yK, and that makes the link. You can do this around a grid square. I suppose that you can develop this to a circular space made of orthogonal 3Square planes. Really a cylinder then.

What does this mean for drawing and thinking about grid squares? Let’s say you want to append a root3: you are now appending a specific form of gs space, a 3Square form. What about 5? We have a 2 and a 3. And a 1 and a 4, so we have more spaces that construct to make a constructed 5. Oh, so that’s the origin of those how many factors, like Goldbach’s conjecture about evens being the sum of 2 primes. A non-prime is a different form of space, isn’t it? Like in the last of factors of 5, 4 is obviously compaund, and can be broken down, and that becomes 2 and 3. We did this correctly back when.

If I remember correctly, the idea is that this is Halving, that evens are defined as that which Halves, and that literalizes to 1 + 1 and that means 2 primes because they’re 1’s in gs. You can see this if you look at 9: 5 and 4 and 6 and 3 both have 1 component prime and the other can be broken down, meaning there’s an additional layer of gs process in 9, which is another way of saying it isn’t prime, and now it’s not prime because it doesn’t Halve without hiding another gs level, so it isn’t really 1 + 1.

Don’t you love this stuff? There’s a real beauty to it.

So, let’s look at f1-3, and the count of 3gs in a standard 4Square or in a line. As an L-count, it’s 2 and 1 or 1 and 2, and the less obvious perhaps count of 1-0-1 being a form of 2 which surrounds 1 (so it’s also 0-1-0). Lots of counts generate when you look at segments versus Ends and 0 and 1 labels. Is there a larger meaning? I can see how this process places these orthogonal spaces above the grid so they infuse the space. Whatever their count over gs, that generates all the existences of that nSquare.

Maybe think more about what happens. So we have a 2Square, the orthogonal to the hypotenuse of SBE or Bhype. And we can either twist the 1Squares perpendicular to the hypotenuse or the other way round. That constructs a root3 and 3Square space, but that requires rotating a segment. Say we rotate the orthogonal 2Square: I think the simplest path is to hold on yK, follow the Boundary to xK, then SlideOver up to where the 2Square sparks that it’s root2. That uses the existing method of SlideOver which makes root2 possible as a gs construction. That works.

The importance of Goldbach’s conjecture should now be readily apparent. As should the resolution.

So, if I look at a sheet of grid squares, what am I looking at? I can see that 3gs can be x*x*x and why that becomes a hole, and why that leads to the name elliptic. That’s because of the 2T issue discussed yesterday in which a circle is those 2 as a constructed End and thus as split apart but retaining the Boundary generates by and to that constructed End. That is easily the best description of an ellipse I’ve ever seen. By far. It actually explains them without resorting to tying strings around thumbtacks like in grade school.

I can also they can add to 3gs, like 3 pieces of candy. Have candy on the brain today: bought some fun size M&M’s on sale along with the tiny Nerds (but all grape, which is sad). That sugar, sugar rush, banging on you like a xylophone. So 3 little nerds or 3 whole boxes of nerds and that concept is contained in the 3Square. See the picture emerging? This is why a certain number of dancers or men is a corps, with rather obvious different meanings to the word ‘body’ to a ballet company versus an army.

This is one of the remaining issues. That’s obvious. I mean it’s a long-standing, often worried over problem that only resolved now because enough has been constructed that the answer becomes clear.

I’m having an amazing experience at this very moment. I lived this some time back. This exact moment of typing these exact words. I saw it very clearly the last paragraph because I flashed on the same exact incident, which had not then occurred, which is Gaza, which I saw instantly in an actual war. You do something like this to spark a larger response to spark a larger response in which you win. In other words, you start a fight to draw in your allies, which is an ancient tactic. As an example, I noted that Egypt wants Hamas and Islamic Jihad crushed because those groups are behind and are the main reason why there’s an insurgency in Sinai, and because they are Muslim Brotherhood and the current government overthrew the MB and put them on trial in cages. I got responses about the popular will bringing those hundreds of millions of Muslims down on Israel, and I don’t see that happening from Egypt. Not only that, but Hamas is connected directly to Iran, which is the arch enemy of the Sunni states which want Iran beaten down. They really want regime change in Iran, but they’d be happy with a military beat down administered by the US, which would love to beat down Iran’s violent influence and weaken Russia’s ally.

In other words, the larger picture motivating such a reckless assault, like a Pearl Harbor, is a belief about what will happen that’s in your head, not in the entire context. In Japan’s case, their warrior mentality imagined that bloodying the US so badly would make them concede advantages to Japan. The sensible voices which said the US would respond with all out war were not heard. If things continue as they have, with an actual war not a police action, and the US either keeps a lid on the larger situation or beats the hell out of Iran’s proxies, which likely don’t want to be beaten up, then the belief requires overthrow of the governments of the Sunni Arab states which are adamantly opposed to the Muslim Brotherhood and which see Hamas as a tool of their enemy Iran. That’s a lot of belief to commit yourself for. I mean a lot has to come true for that to be the correct move. Hasn’t worked so far. Israel immediately declared war, meaning no police action governed by ceasefire demands, and the US stepped into the role it has promised it would take to every ally around the world, from Israel to Taiwan.

Wow. I was just about to post this when I checked social media. I gather you’re on your way to Germany. That makes me feel very bad. I don’t know what to think but if you want to end this, then I’m sorry for you and for what that means for your eternity and lack thereof as well as for the rest of humankind and the rest of the planet. I can’t believe I reach the level where I can understand so well and you jet off to be with your Ken doll.

I’m sick at heart. And you’re the cause. And you will be why the Mission fails, not me. I’m ready. You are letting me down.

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barnabytremayne · 7 months

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Need a challenge?

Feeling bored? Need a challenge to mix things up? Look no further! Here is a list of fun and challenging activities that you can try. These activities are sure to get your creative juices flowing and help you to see the world in a new and different way.

Some of these activities are challenging, while others are simply fun and silly. But all of them are sure to keep you entertained. So what are you waiting for? Start exploring this list and find the perfect activity for you!

1. Touch your toes without bending your knees.

2. Walk through a wall.

3. Square the circle.

4. Divide by zero.

5. Travel faster than the speed of light.

6. Create a perpetual motion machine.

7. Find the prime number greater than all other prime numbers.

8. List all the natural numbers in order.

9. Write a program that can halt any given program.

10. Prove that there are an infinite number of prime numbers.

11. Prove that Goldbach's conjecture is true.

12. Prove that the Riemann hypothesis is true.

13. Make a pig fly.

14. Make a fish climb a tree.

15. Make a rock float.

16. Teach a dog to speak Spanish (unless it already speaks Spanish. In this case teach it Danish).

17. Find a needle in a haystack.

18. Get a genie out of a bottle.

19. Put toothpaste back in the tube.

20. Un-ring a bell.

21. Close the barn door after the horses have bolted.

22. Make the Titanic unsink.

23. Put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

24. Find out who let the dogs out.

Good luck!

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despair-to-future-arcs · 10 months

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Let’s save the kids!

*As everyone got in, Komaru and Toko lock the door of the Hotel and...*

*Various kids were in the hotel and look to be either sitting down and not moving, they don't look to be paying attention*

Wo-Wow, that's a lot of kids here! Is this really all of them?

We-Well yeah but it's about 225 that we had found and we kept them here.

We try everything we could but nothing, we had no idea what to do and we're totally lost right now...

I see, so you got only a 1/3rd of them...

'1/3rd'? Wait are... are you saying there's more of them?

Well yes, there's about 682 students at the Elementary School Division but minus the Warriors of Hope along with myself and Otoha here, we got 675.

Wo-Wow, that many?! Geez that's a lot!

Wow I'm not sure how you were able to calculate all that in your head; you must be pretty good at math...

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Well of course, given mathematics is what excel at along with other subjects; I was the Elementary School Division's Lil' Ultimate Mathematician! Calculations, multiplication, division, addition, subtractions and even things like the Goldbach conjecture!

Whatever math equations and problem you have, you can leave that stuff to me; Sunako Inoue is your gal with the skills with numbers is such an easy feat!

So... a mathematics kid with an ego, well... at least you know how to behave yourself...

So, girl with the backpack? Given you come from that school as well, I assume you got some lil' Ultimate talent then?

My talent...?

Well... my name is Otoha Yasuda and my talent is a bit on the normal side I think...

I'm the Lil' Ultimate Home Ec; I often was quite gifted with making food and even know how to handle very complicated meals - in fact, I even made food for the entire student body at the Elementary School Division!

I know various types of food; ranging from Japanese meals, Chinese, Italian and even French! I'm still learning however but I do love cooking.

So let's all get along with each other!

Well you seem nice enough, honestly I think you seem like a good kid as well!

Yeah... she tends to make a lot food at home when I'm busy with work so often she has to make food for us which really has helped when I'm working out late.

But we can talk about that later, right now the kids are our top priority.

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