stop trick

when guys are like “girls over [relatively low weight] shouldn’t wear [revealing article of clothing]” a lot of the time they are trying to get women above that weight to say “OH REALLY?” and post a picture of themselves looking good in that article of clothing. It’s a creepy power play designed to prey on both women’s confidence and their insecurities and trick them into posting revealing pictures of themselves for the sexual gratification of men who they otherwise wouldn’t have given the time of day. It’s a sleazy pick-up artist tactic. It’s negging. When you see an all-too-common post that’s like “bigger girls shouldn’t wear bikinis” and the response is him getting “owned” because a woman replied with pictures of herself looking beautiful, he’s not getting owned at all, he’s getting exactly the result he was hoping for. They’re basically saying “You sure showed me by sending me, a huge sexist creep, a picture of yourself in a bikini! PLEASE don’t send me nudes, I don’t know if I could take the humiliation!”

How high can you count on your fingers?

How high can you count on your fingers? It seems like a question with an obvious answer. After all, most of us have ten fingers, or to be more precise, eight fingers and two thumbs. This gives us a total of ten digits on our two hands, which we use to count to ten. 

It’s no coincidence that the ten symbols we use in our modern numbering system are called digits as well. But that’s not the only way to count. In some places, it’s customary to go up to twelve on just one hand. How? Well, each finger is divided into three sections, and we have a natural pointer to indicate each one, the thumb. That gives us an easy to way to count to twelve on one hand. 

And if we want to count higher, we can use the digits on our other hand to keep track of each time we get to twelve, up to five groups of twelve, or 60.

Better yet, let’s use the sections on the second hand to count twelve groups of twelve, up to 144.

That’s a pretty big improvement, but we can go higher by finding more countable parts on each hand. For example, each finger has three sections and three creases for a total of six things to count. Now we’re up to 24 on each hand. 

And using our other hand to mark groups of 24 gets us all the way to 576. Can we go any higher? It looks like we’ve reached the limit of how many different finger parts we can count with any precision. So let’s think of something different.

One of our greatest mathematical inventions is the system of positional notation, where the placement of symbols allows for different magnitudes of value, as in the number 999. Even though the same symbol is used three times, each position indicates a different order of magnitude. So we can use positional value on our fingers to beat our previous record. Let’s forget about finger sections for a moment and look at the simplest case of having just two options per finger, up and down. This won’t allow us to represent powers of ten, but it’s perfect for the counting system that uses powers of two, otherwise known as ‘binary’. 

In binary, each position has double the value of the previous one, so we can assign our fingers values of 1, 2, 4, 8…all the way up to 512. And any positive integer, up to a certain limit, can be expressed as a sum of these numbers. For example, the number seven is 4+2+1. So we can represent it by having just these three fingers raised. How high an we go now? That would be the number with all ten fingers raised, or 1,023. Is it possible to go even higher? It depends on how dexterous you feel! If you can bend each finger just halfway, that gives us three different states -down, half bent, and raised. Now, we can count using a base-three positional system, up to 59,048. And if you can bend your fingers into four different states or more, you can get even higher. That limit is up to you, and your own flexibility and ingenuity.

Even with our fingers in just two possible states, we’re already working pretty efficiently. In fact, our computers are based on the same principle. Each microchip consists of tiny electrical switches that can be either on or off, meaning that base-two is the default way they represent numbers. And just as we can use this system to count past 1,000 using only our fingers, computers can perform billions of operations just by counting off 1’s and 0’s.

From the TED-Ed Lesson How high can you count on your fingers? (Spoiler: much higher than 10) - James Tanton

Animation by TED-Ed

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Patrick Kane talks about his hat trick and the first line (x)

Keith: guys I-I’m feeling something… I think my lion is trying to talk to me
Pidge: woah
Hunk: dude omg
Lance: wtf how?????
Coran: a lion has never attempted to speak with their paladin this early!!!
Allura: Keith, listen very carefully to what your lion has to say. It could be very important.
Keith:….okay
Red lion: Keith…
Red lion: I swear to god if you don’t stop getting your ass in danger I’m going to bite you myself. Do you know how hard it is being a fucking robot lion tasked with defending the universe without me having to save your as from the cold vacuum of space every five minutes. Is it me????? Am I doing something to drive my child away??? Please tell me because I would really appreciate it if you would fucking stop it and sit down for TEN FUCKING MIN-

黒子のバスケ 〜扉の向こう〜 special tip-off act

Hamilton's thoughts on Hamilton​.
  • Hamilton: what? Why are they using stuff dumb language?
  • Eliza: It's so others can understand it better.
  • Hamilton: what now there saying I was always writing!!
  • Angelica: you still write all the time.
  • Jefferson: *smirking* you should see what the fans say about you
  • Hamilton: I'm not dating John!
  • John: yes you were and are
  • Hamilton: ... Wait what's BurrHamlemmon *clicks*
  • Hamilton: I need to make a call...
  • *Down on earth Lin's phone rings*
  • Lin: hello who is it?
  • Hamilton: I TOLD YOU TO MAKE ME FAMOUS NOT...
  • *10 hours later*
  • AND WHY...
  • *Too long to count*
  • But we'll done u did succeed at the task...
  • Hello?...
  • LIN!
  • Lin: *waking up* what?
  • Hamilton: were u listening?
  • Lin: burr and Jefferson just said that John, Eliza and angelica should dump u... U should talk to them..
  • *Everyone else having a a calm conversation*
  • Hamilton: *busting though door* what have you been saying about me!
  • Phillip: *whispering* he should stop falling for that trick
  • Angelica: *whispering* he won't he used to fall for in when we weren't dead
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It’s good competition between me and Sid. He score, I want to score, too. If he scores one more, I want to score one more, too. If he score hat trick, I stop. I want to be better every day. Because I watch Sid every practice, he is so much professional guy. Most professional I’ve ever seen. I want to be the same. I want to be professional and be better every day.

We’re really lucky, really fortunate to be on the same team, to lean on each other, to go through different experiences and grow through that, especially from a young age. There was that language barrier early on, but after this long we have a pretty good understanding of how lucky we are to have that combination.

(After the temple falls but long before they meet Jyn…)

Chirrut stands in the small kitchen area preparing them tea, and Baze has the honor of getting to watch from his bed rolls. Chirrut is quiet as he works, opening drawers and waiting for water to boil. “We only have Tarine again,” Chirrut says over his shoulder. “I hope that’s alright.”

Baze let out a long breath and he shook his head. “The stuff tastes like it came out of the back end of a bantha, but if it is all we have then I will live.”

The bright laugh that followed those words made Baze’s heart swell, and Baze took a deep breath to center himself again. “I should certainly hope so! I haven’t taken to poisoning your tea yet!”

I’m going to fail him.

The thought hit Baze like a bolt of lightning, hitting him in the chest and spreading out to his limbs. His entire body felt hollow and cold in its wake, and he swallowed hard to keep down the fear. He did not know where the thought came from, but he knew it was true. At some point, Baze would fail Chirrut, and that would be the end. He didn’t know if that would be today, or tomorrow, or twenty years from now, but he knew it was true. Baze swallowed and pushed himself up from the floor, crossing the distance of their shared room quickly.

The other man did not so much as twitch when Baze’s arms slid around his chest, pulling at Chirrut until they were touching as much as possible. “You know, cuddling will not make the water heat any faster,” Chirrut chided, and then there was a pause. Chirrut’s hand unerringly moved up and slid into Baze’s mass of hair, cupping the side of his head. “Baze? Is everything alright?”

Baze let out a breath he did not realize he had been holding, tilting his head so that it pushed into Chirrut’s hand. “I’m fine,” Baze said, hating out tight his voice sounded. Chirrut would discover the lie in an instant. “I just love you…”

Chirrut’s fingers slid against Baze’s scalp, pressing and massaging the skin there. His other hand rested on the two linked at his center. “I love you too, Baze.” Then he was silent again. Chirrut was patient when he needed to be, would allow Baze to say the words locked inside him in his own time.

Baze swallowed and he pressed a kiss into the soft short hair. “I will always follow wherever you go.” It was not an explanation, but he could feel Chirrut’s body stiffen and then relax.

Chirrut lowered his hand from Baze’s head and he turned in Baze’s arms, his own snaking under Baze’s and sliding around his chest. His head rested on Baze and he nodded. “I know, my Beloved.”

Baze let out a breath and squeezed Chirrut quietly. One day, Baze would fail Chirrut, but Baze would do everything in his power to prevent it.

endingthemes replied to your post: Music MemeTagged by the sweet cinnamon…

so i was going through nodding my head at the cherik-ness of this list until i saw the real slim shady and now the image of rapper!charles will not leave my mind lol

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(here’s the song)

RUDE

overwatch healers

because maybe this will help at least one healer

  • mercy: tank healer, mobility including vertical mobility w/ the right teammates, utility ult (rez), damage buff
  • ana: tank healer, utility ult (boost), dart and biobomb
  • zen: flanker healer, defensive ult (trans), discord orb
  • lucio: squishy healer, mobility including vertical mobility w/ wallride, defensive ult (beat), speedboost and amp

combinations

  • mercy: pharah in particular, but any hero w/ mobility moves can be helpful to her
  • ana: tanks. i don’t pick ana if we only have one tank.
  • zen: flankers (genji, tracer, winston, pharah)
  • lucio: lucio is a welcome addition to any team. never underestimate the power of speedboost.

you probably want mercy or ana plus zen or lucio so you have a tank healer + defensive ult/utility. pick mercy if you only have one tank, pick ana if the enemy’s running pick flankers giving you a hard time. zen is good to add more dps, lucio is good for the speed.

  • mercy and lucio for dive - high mobility
  • mercy and zen to counter enemy zarya ult
  • ana and lucio for multitank with some speed, works with deathball comp
  • ana and zen for multitank with no mobility but higher dps and utility, zen can still counter zarya ult (ana can’t), works with deathball comp
  • lucio and zen can work for a spread out team with only one tank (would also be ok if your tanks are hog, winston, or d.va - hog has self-heal, winston and d.va have mobility), just keep in mind you have less hps
  • ana and mercy work better on offence particularly deathballing with multitank so they have plenty to heal and plenty of protection (because they won’t have the lucio/zen ult for protection)

so just remember

  • lucio and zen have defensive ults that soak up damage
  • mercy and ana are tank healers, they have higher healrates
  • mercy and zen have ults that ‘counter’ zarya’s
  • ana and zen allow for higher dps
  • lucio and mercy have higher mobility and thus are better for dive comps
  • mercy has rez. this is an important detail.
  • symmetra isn’t a fucking healer. she’s a dps/utility like sombra.

pick your healers well. unless it’s qp, because nothing matters in that lawless wasteland. if you’re going to main healer, i recommend learning at least one tank healer (mercy, ana) and one defensive ult healer (lucio, zen), but don’t let me, an ana/lucio main, stop the one-tricks

BITTERSWEET [DRACO MALFOY]

request; “hi! could you please do a draco x reader with the prompts 18 and 20, like where draco and reader broke up and they’re both doing quite bad about it but reader is bitter towards him :) hope this isn’t too much, feel free to change it up a bit if you want :) PS i love ur writing” — by anon

a/n: thank you! hope you like this :-) also, i don’t really think draco is the type to cheat on his girlfriend or something but i needed something so

18. “Sorry, but I don’t really care anymore.”
20. “You’re as pale as a ghost.”

PART 2

Masterlist + Request here!

    No one dared to talk to Y/N and Draco for the following week after the rumor spread that they have broken up. Rumors indeed spread fast, and it was said that Y/N ended their relationship after finding out that Pansy managed to lure Draco to her trap, thus almost making him kiss her if it weren’t for Y/N arriving at the scene.

    Every student in Hogwarts had heard it all as they yelled and spoke sentences that were intended to hurt one another, even going as far as drawing out their wands in deep hatred — Y/N completely furious by his actions while Draco was defending himself, saying that he wasn’t cheating on her and that Pansy made him drink something that tasted funny.

    It was only when Professor McGonagall came that finally did the trick and stopped them from arguing further more, taking points from each of their houses’ for their ‘ridiculous behavior’ before commanding them to go back to their respective common rooms.

    “Y/N, you’re as pale as a ghost, you should eat something.” her friend urged, placing two bacon strips on Y/N’s plate as she stares blankly off into space, unaware that someone was also gazing at her from the Slytherin table.

    Draco Malfoy was clenching his hands into a fist at the sight of the girl he loved, angry that he knew he was the reason behind her frown and blank expression. Not in a million years would he think that he could intentionally try to inflict pain upon Y/N, but like many of the things he thought he wouldn’t do, he had done so.

    Pansy was scowling beside him, knowing that he had his eyes steady on his ex-lover, causing her to place a hand on his arm.

    “Come on, Draco. Quit mopping around that silly girl and just —”

    “Get your filthy hand off me, Parkinson.” snarled Draco. “I told you to never talk to me again, right? You’re no longer part of my peers or my life.”

    Pansy rolled her eyes. “Oh, you’re so melodramatic sometimes.” she glanced at Y/N, a smirk forming on her lips when she saw her shake her head at the girl in front of her, pushing her plate away. “Well, she’s being melodramatic too.”

    Draco gritted his teeth, finally flickering his attention towards her. “Stay away from me, Parkinson. I mean it.”

    “Don’t be too hard on Pansy, Malfoy.” Blaise suddenly intervened, munching on his toast.

    “Don’t tell me what to do.” answered Draco with raised eyebrows. “Are you even aware of what she did? Why are you siding with this — this —” he let out an exhausted sigh, not even bothering on finishing his sentence.

     Pansy sneered at him. “You know, Draco, you might even thank me for this. Y/N’s useless, she’s no match for you, she doesn’t deserve you —”

    Draco laughed sarcastically. “Oh, and you do?”

    “In a matter of fact, yes.”

    “Rubbish!” he unintentionally slammed his fist on the table loudly, drawing a lot of attention from their housemates. “If you think that you can replace Y/N or that I can ever love you, then you’re very mistaken. I will never see you more than just a delusional and desperate girl because of what you’ve done to me.”

     Pansy’s face was red from anger and humiliation as they have now all of the student’s eyes on them, and when she looked across their long table, she could see Y/N staring at their direction. Judging from her mouth that was slightly open, it was obvious that she had heard what Draco stated.

     Before anyone could have the chance to mind their own business once again and pretend that they didn’t hear anything, Y/N stood up from her spot and rushed out of the Great Hall, Draco noticing it that led him to do the same and follow after her, a worried expression on his face while Pansy partially screamed.

      Y/N didn’t want to hear anymore about what he had to say. She didn’t want to see him — she didn’t want to deal with him anymore, even if what he said earlier was proof that he indeed didn’t cheat on her. She just needed space to clear her head.

     "Wait, Y/N,“ Draco held onto her arm when he managed to catch up on her but the second their skin made contact, she pulled away. "Y/N, hear me out. Why can’t you just see that I didn’t cheat on you with Parkinson —”

    “Sorry, but I don’t really care anymore.” she sighed. “Please, Draco, I’m not in the mood to listen. I really need to go.”

    “I still love you and I know you still love me too.” he stopped her from walking away again.

     Y/N frowned.

     He took a deep breath. “Everything you saw that night. It wasn’t me. I know it’s my fault because I should have been more cautious around her but you got to understand that she was my friend. I-I will never think of doing that to you. You know exactly how much you really mean to me, Y/N.”

    “I know.” she nodded, trying to look at anywhere else but his eyes. “That’s why I know you’ll understand if I tell you that I still need to be alone for the meanwhile. You didn’t see what I saw that night; it might not mean anything to you but knowing how every person I cared for in the past has always left me, it’s not easy to erase and ignore the thoughts that you might do too.” she admitted, her lower lip trembling from what she just said.

    “Y/N …” Draco tried to approach her but she quickly backed away.

    She gulped. “Just one month, Draco. That’s all I’m asking. After that, we’ll see where it takes us, but for now …”

    He completely understood and he did nothing but nod his head.

    “Can I hold you one more time?” asked Draco after a few seconds of silence.

    Y/N didn’t speak but Draco knew that she was letting him. He quickly walked towards her and hugged her rigid body, contented even though she wasn’t returning his embrace. He just wanted to hold her before it was too late for their relationship, and as Y/N hesitantly leans her head against his shoulder, he believed that this struggle they were currently facing would soon be overcame with a little bit more faith and love, sure that he was willing to do everything in his power to make everything fall back to place.