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Every single odd number has an “e” in it.
LISTEN-
Not all of them. 30 and 50 aren’t spelled with the letter e in it …
father god
…if you can split a number in half evenly, it’s even. 30 and 50 are odd.
-_-’
(15+15=30
25+25=30)
25+25 = 30? You sure about that??
Lord have mercy….
Bye
3 days into 2018 smh
LMAOOOOOOO
One
Three
Five
Nine
And since everything else after that is a variant of these numbers, then all odds have the letter ‘E’.
🗣YOU FORGOT SEVEN!!
It keeps getting worse.
LMAOOO WHAT IS GOING ON
My head hurts…
This is why that Tumblr University shit was the dumbest idea ever just look at this
who failed yall?
IM SCREAMING
You whole ass forgot about eight - a number with an e and is pretty fucking even
why would 8 be brought up if it’s EVEN in a post about ODDS??????? the post said “every single ODD number has an ‘e’ in it” not “every single number with an ‘e’ is odd” what the fuck
3 days until 2019 and we’re still here
happy New year’s eve
I’m going to bring this flaming dumpster into 2019 so future generations can see what a mistake Tumblr was
Er, guys two is odd and doesn’t have an e. Just saying…
did you deadass just try to tell me two is odd? i’m fucking crying throw the whole website away
Reblogging for the last one😂
The one thing I notice is that no matter how much you want to throw this site away, you just can’t.
TWO IS ODD?!?! PFFFTT I’M SCREAMING
Wait what about zero that’s an odd number ,no?
ok but hear me out fifty and thirty make up for the fact they have no e by the way they are pronounces third-E fifth-E
bro why do 30 and 50 matter THEY’RE FUCKING EVEN
what the actual fuck is happening
1 is an even number
I’m gonna smack you
-30 and -50 have an e in them
Wait why are we so quick to throw away the Zero idea
Zero isn’t a number
It can’t be divided by two though, can it
It can??? 0/2=0??
OD NUMBERS
onE
thrEE
fivE
sEvEn
ninE
OD numbers huh?
Anything that ends with a 0,2,4,6,8 is even and the rest is odd (1,3,7,9) stop freaking out y’all
YOU FORGOT 5
DUDE WHAT ABOUT FOUR
What about it?????
THAT DOESN’T HAVE E IN IT
THAT’S BECAUSE IT’S EVEN?????
A R E Y O U G U Y S O K A Y
21 days away from 2020, folks.
Ah, this dumpster fire post is making the rounds I see

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like. i need people to understand: in ichi the witch (which you should be reading, if you aren't already) magic is sentient.
it's been around in this sentient form as majiks for at least a thousand years, and in the story's present 402 out of 3185 known majiks are "acquired" by witches:
in the whole world only 402 are with witches. once acquired, they take the form of a jewel:
there are 35 majiks in this panel:
Desscareas single-handedly holds at least 8.72% of all majiks in the entire world.
"Everyone's Favorite Uber-Talented Badass" indeed
wichi the itch
please imagine the clinking of gemstones together. this is important to me
*Whimpers*
This is the jumping spider Neobrettus tibialis photographed in Indonesia by wildsumatra on iNaturalist.
Dorsal view by the same photographer:
And from the side:
How cool would it be if in the manhwa Braun would address those who have already read his script before

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we tipped her well dw. best waitress ever 🍒
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Friendly reminder that these only happen slowly, carefully, with lots of reader encouragement, engagement, reflection, and support, and an ending is never a guarantee.
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The moment he stepped into his apartment, water met his feet, and Dick held back a suffering groan. His apartment was flooded.
He is sore, tired, and just wanted to lay down. Sleep.
Plans changed, apparently, looking at the water. Taking measured breaths, he makes his way to his small bedroom, taking out all his vigilante stuff and packed them in a bag, thankfully dry. It was annoying, but what could he do?
Certainly not go back to the mansion.
With everything stored away, the bag was slightly overpacked, it didn't dether him as he returned to the hallway just as his landlord came. Others were already outside complaining about their own flats and Dick left for now, he would... handle this after he got rest.
Dick doesn't ponder long on who to call, not really. Jason is out of question, Bruce isn't even considered.
He didn't want to leave Bludhaven... which meant there really was only one option.
"Hey Danny? My flat got flooded, could I...—"
"I didn't even finish asking—"
"What—"
"Danny, I'll be over in... 10, thank you, really."
His coworker had an enthusiastic response to his request, Dick felt unbearably fond of it. Him.
—☆
Or, Danny is a Detective in Bludhaven that occasionally visits Gotham.
The thing is, Dick figured it out pretty quickly when he started working in Bludhaven, that Danny was genuine in his business.
Not corrupted, not bought, not fake.
It made him a big target in the city. One that Officer Grayson and Nightwing made sure to protect. He, admittedly, admired the man at the police station quite a bit.
Gods, what if Danny is revealed to be a 'medium'/talks to the dead because of Cujo?
Haley looks as if she's playing with air. Dick just thinks she's quirky. She sometimes looks at him strange when he plays with her. Looking at one place, or trying to get the air to play with a toy he was with her. Like a kid questioning why no one saw their imaginary friend.
Until he's given the Obol.
The shadows in Bludhaven seem deeper. Darker. There's low chatter, whispering at the back of his mind. He just wants to sleep. When he gets to the apartment, he climbs through his window. He didn't have his civilian clothes to switch to. They got stolen or something else.
He peels off his costume shoving it into a drawer. Sweat pants are the only thing he puts on afterwards, with the plan to take those off as well when he gets back to his room. But he wants to go get Haley and maybe a glass of water. Maybe a few bites of that store bought charcuterie that's in the fridge. Danny banned him from cooking when he burned box macaroni for the third time.
He's dead tired as he walks to the kitchen. He knows these walls blind, there's no point in having his eyes fully open. It isn't until he has two slices of cheese and a cracker does he realize the sounds in the living room sound strange.
Like two different dogs panting and playing together.
Dick realizing there is the ghost of a dog in the apartment. Plays with them occasionally. Reads their tags, calling the puppy Cujo. He starts carrying the Obol around the apartment, cause he's able to physically interact with Cujo if it's on his person. Which means he gets to play with the Ghost puppy. He only does this when Danny isn't around. But, if he's holding the Obol when Danny is around, Cujo is trying to get the other man's attention.
"Hey, Danny? You said before that you love dogs. Ever had one?"
Dick tries to figure out if a suspicion of his is right.
"Uh, yeah? His name was Cujo. He was originally a puppy trained by an organization to act as a watch dog. He failed out of the program. Too playful. Wish you could have met him. He was so sweet. He was always ment to be a family dog. Not to say he was a bad guard dog. But, he was too smart for them. He chose who he would protect. Didn't see value in machines over people. They... Decided that he couldn't be decommissioned and in a home. He was, first and foremost, government property. He was put down. I didn't have a body to burry, since that was also government property."
"Oh. I'm- sorry for having you bring that up. That must have been traumatic for you."
"Finding out what happened to an innocent puppy? Yeah. It was. Human greed can be really disgusting."
WAIT!!!!
What about the first time Dick sees Danny while holding the Obol? He's holding the thing to see Cujo, but tries not to hold it while Danny is around. Because if he was seeing a ghost dog, he knew himself well enough to not avoid petting them. And that would just look weird. The first time he actually looks at Danny, while having the Obol in his pocket, he's stunned. It's like looking at an image of an angel superimposed over the other man.
A halo of white light, occasionally streaked with green, surrounded Danny's head. Ebbing and flowing, in spiraling waves. Like hair in water, no longer beholden to gravity. More halos of white exuded from the man's hands and feet, to his elbows and knees. A ball of light blue ice floated where his heart should be pulsating light in a pantomime of a heartbeat. Little shards of pale blue and green ice orbited the globe, like a planet with its satellites and moons. It was backdropped by a shifter cloud of black, continuously curling in on itself, like smoke in a container shaped as a human. Green electricity was visible inbetween moments, striking here and there, in a pattern of human veins. They lead their way, from the tips of light, cutting through the borderline fathomless black, towards the orb in Danny's chest, crawling up his neck and filling his eyes with spirals of lime.
Danny looking like a god/biblically accurate angel: Dick? Are you alright? 🥺
Dick, blinded by Danny's divinity: Yep. Just have something in my eyes.
Jason, just thinking Dick is flustered: Just ask him out!
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