Hi! I'm Mathematics (it/she/any), you may know me from school :3

I'm excited to join the gimmick verse!

Out of character I write in red, my name's Leona (she/her), main account is @eulers-biggest-fan , I have OCD and autism

My OCD makes me unable to swear

I try to post once a day

My tags are:

#ooc, for when I'm Leona :3

#mathematics, and #mathblr, for when I'm maths and talking about maths

#not math, for when I'm maths and not talking about maths

#poll, for polls

#ask, for when I get asks (pls don't ask for donations)

More to be added, maybe

Made a gimmick sideblog (updated info) :3

Sister left her physics books after she moved out. I love her very much but they make for excellent door stoppers

Haha, take that, physics! >:3

this is GREAT two sentence horror actually

Winter Shenanigans

i went to strong apes that kill you island and

go on

she hasn’t responded, im gonna go check on strong apes that kill you island. BRB!

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how it's done

reblog to bap prev with your paw

reblog to bap prev with your paw

reblog to bap prev with your paw

reblog to bap prev with your paw

reblog to bap prev with your paw

reblog to bap prev with your paw

Big fan of prions. Eldritch little fuckers. Woops, sorry, this silly string is very wrong and it accidentally touched you so now you're gonna go insane and then die.

Not a big fan of prions. Eldritch little fuckers. Woops, sorry, this silly string is very wrong and it accidentally touched you so now you're gonna go insane and then die. I'm so fucking scared of them.

Maria Skłodowska-Curie's notebooks are crazy once you think about it. They're so radioactive they have to be sealed in a lead box. Imagine a world where atomic theory is forgotten and a dude just goes "yea there's a book that details the secrets of the universe, the machinations of the creation of existence down to its barest essentials, but if you get close to it you fucking die. The more you read it the more your body slowly disassembles into mush." like wat excuse me

woke up this morning, rolled over, and very confidently tried to blow out my alarm clock like a candle. absolutely no precedent for that.

Ebeneezer in 1742 wakes with a start as for some reason he has put out his guttering candle by slapping atop it ith the palm of his hand. His hand is burned and his nightgown and cap are spattered with hot wax.

Fascinated by the perceived necessity of an Equivalent Exchange

family reunions are really awkward because there's that one uncle you have who isn't pro-choice and he's also really bad at reading the room so he's just really loud about his Opinions and he's always like

"oh they're teaching crazy things in schools these days you know" and everyone buries their face in their hands as he launches into a tirade about how he thinks products of nonempty sets can be empty, and how ω_1 and ω_2 are supposedly measurable and ω_n purportedly are singular with cofinality ω_2 for finite n > 2. And then he goes into a tirade about how the next few regular cardinals are just this completely unhinged random list of course.

and just when he's finished his rant and everyone's about to move on someone makes the mistake of thinking he can be reasoned with and they're like "well uncle Bob surely there's nuance--" and he's like "NO!! NO NUANCE!! EITHER YOU CAN FORCE A WIN OF A TWO PLAYER GAME WITH COUNTABLY MANY POSSIBLE POSITIONS, OR YOUR OPPONENT CAN." and everyone buries their heads in their hands.

increase the increase

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