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Real Number Set Diagram

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The golden ratio

Continued fractions are a fascinating way to represent never ending, never-repeating decimal expansions like pi or e.

As a fun exercise on this Friday evening, take out your smart phone and open the calculator app and try this :

What do you get? Do you recognize this number? If you did, then try answering why it mysteriously popped out of nowhere to represent this continued fraction.

Have fun!

twitter user guide for incoming mcytblr members

1: put a pfp and title at least. Let ppl know you're not a bot

2: block block block 🚫. Curate your own experience

3: making mutuals is easy. Just rb stuff and add stuff in the tags. Send asks to ppl. Interact always!

4: like art? Like a fic? Like meta? Reblog! This place thrives on rbs likes do nothing.

5: there is no algorithm follow blogs that have your specific mcyt corner in mind

6: no one's dooming about dsmp anymore its our ocs now and we occasionally do art/fic still or just start brainrotting over a character causing an incident /lh

7: no one cares how many followers you have. We aren't influencers we just like minecraft dudes in silly situations.

8: do not DO NOT maintag with minecraft for mcyt stuff PLEASE. Mc the game tag is a completely different thing full of builds/mc lore/art/gameplay/etc relevant only to the GAME NOT CCS

9: get xkit trust me

10: block tags/posts you need to block like x reader etc and stuff. It'll make the maintags easier I promise.

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how does it feel to be the rat grinders in that final fight

building up to a ritual you've spent the last year on, angry and tired and expending effort on this one thing so that you might finally get the recognition, the accolades you think you deserve. being special for once, in the face of a party of legend. of oracles and saints, angels and devils, great wizards and bards, inheritors of family legacy and tragedy alike who all seem to skate.

having to work hard in the shadows because you took the easy path and yet have to catch up with these people who so easily belittle you. seeing them rake in the benefits of popularity, running on a platform of flimsy ideas instead of true policy and yet still they have the school dancing to their tune. it's for the ritual, but the ache of it stings as they call you out again and again, laughing in your face for wanting something.

so much work, so much research, traveling and hiding for months as the bad kids are lauded and pass the year with a bullshit exam that you fail to rig against them, catching you in a moment of chance even as they survive what would kill you easily.

seeing them (her) haunt your dreams and die on your front lawn, forever chasing after someone who never existed in the first place. they imitate what they've seen of you. she disappears and yet is there to strike you down because the girl you think you could love hates you with all of her being.

being used by your teachers against your rivals and yet somehow they are nicer, closer to them than to you. more angry about their success, more invested in their progress.

summoning your full force, putting your family in danger, finally getting one over on them (her) only for them to be struck from the sky and thrown in your face as an insult.

seeing them going to work simply to decimate you and strike you down, with less power than you but more tenacity, more stamina, more true experience earned in the wide world. not knowing what to do as they do so with ease, dancing through the lava and flames with nary a thought but your destruction.

seeing them survive and bounce back from the attacks that struck down lucy. they didn't need rage to get here. they didn't need a nameless goddess, or midnights in the forest with monsters, spreading crystals in the dirt for a pieces of a plan years in the making.

18 seconds in and three of you are dead. there's no rage crystal that can save you this time. there's only blood and fire on the floorboards and the bad kids coming in for the glory again. they don't care that you're kids in their class.

with every moment it becomes clear that you are no longer people to them, just obstacles, failed investments, minor villains in their heroic journey.

was it worth it?

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