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anyway: my proposed particle is one that would explain molecular chaos which was first seen by scientists in the large hadron particle accelerator at CERN. i started thinking about molecular chaos and how the idea of particles originated at the discovery of heat rays (more commonly known now as infrared waves) along with the affects of chaos and disorder at a molecular level. chaos acts as a wave that duplicates itself infinitely until it creates macroscopic reflections of itself. i could very well name this shit like "chaos particle" or something but that was coined by hero wars :/

instead im calling it innuon. maybe. first i have to ask tommyinnit. my reason for calling it this is bc. um. i feel like he best reflects a particle that causes enough chaos to make particle physicists want to shit their ass into their pants. this is a compliment but im saying it now and it seems like its not. i love tommyinnit and thats why i want him to be remembered forever in particle physics. sorry this has to be your legacy in the scientific field, tommy. if he would rather i ask like robert pattinson or something that would also be alright i guess. also this isnt a particle that officially exists btw... i cant prove its existence until i can smash some particles together at lightspeed.

1) First time we spoke was a week after the beggining of freshman year she summed up my entire character and most of the events of my life Sherlock style. I asked her how the hell she knew all that. She just shrugged and said she figured out our entire class already.

2) The one time we had religion class instead of ethics she listened to the teacher for a few minutes, laughed and told me:

“Humans have wished to be gods so much they’ve forgotten they have to ability to create them. Imagination has truly suffered from this ‘monotheism’ stuff.”

I was confused and asked her if she was an atheist. She rolled her eyes and said:

“Oh I believe in god alright. I just don’t think the bastard deserves to be worshipped.”

3) Out of nowhere she gave me this advice:

“The only truth a liar ever told was that lies weren’t going to save you. Don’t become the liar who has to pass that wisdom on, because they speak from experience.”

4) To this day, she has one of those old-timey phones with buttons she only uses to ocassionally call someone. When I asked her why she never got a smartphone she got pouty:

“I hate social media. On Facebook they talk a lot but never say anything. If I wanted to listen to people moan about their problems and ask for help they don’t expect I’d listen to their prayers.” (Notice the choice of words)

5) I noticed she was stiff and I offered her a massage since I’m really good at it but when i started kneading her back I swear to this day those were not muscles I felt. I asked her what she did to turn her muscles into rocks covered with a thin layer of skin and she kinda froze then shrugged and said she was just really, really stiff. My hands hurt after ten minutes when I can usually go for an hour. Next time I offered she seemed surprised and laughed. She still has rocks for muscles.

6) We were having a debate over the way neural pathways are formed (I study biology and she forensics) and I jokingly asked if I could have her brain for study when she dies. She laughed.

“Sure, if you find a way to kill me you can have it. I’m actually curious what you’re gonna find.”

7) One time she was tired and miserable and I tried to comfort her. We both have really dark sense of humor so I told her she could scare the dead out of their graves with that glare. She told me the dead can’t come back and I rolled my eyes and said 'obviously’ but she continued:

“When you die you descend to the underworld with nothing to lose. To keep you, they give you something to lose. When you want to return, they will demand it back. That’s why nobody ever leaves. The only way out is to never enter.”

8) One day she just came up to me with a disappointed look on her face. When I asked her what was wrong she was quiet for a few seconds and then just told me:

“Betrayals committed in good intentions are still damning. Just… keep that in mind.” Then she left and didn’t speak to me for three days. I still don’t know what she meant but even three years later I haven’t forgotten it.

9) We were casually sitting on a bench when, out of nowhere, she asked me: “Is it just me or have humans gotten dumber? Or have they always been this stupid and I just haven’t been paying attention?”

10) She asked me if I ever wondered what it was like to die. I said no but told her I would tell her when I found out. I meant it as a ghost joke but she smiled at me and said:

“Great. I’ll wait for you to come back. Maybe you’ll even remember me.”

In conclusion, she is some kind of low-key god and she lost her faith in humanity even before we lost our faith in her but she’s stuck with us because immortality is a bitch.

P.S. I just remembered her name is a variation on 'Eve’. Maybe I should reconsider my atheist status?!

WARNING: WAYWARD SON SPOILERS

‘The magic-est.’

‘Baz always looks like he’s in an ad for expensive watches. Even when he isn’t wearing one.’

‘Was Simon supposed to see it coming? He doesn’t see anything coming! He’s taken aback by Tuesdays!’

‘Relaxation is the most insidious humdrum.’

‘“I would never have befriended an inert organism.”’

‘(“My last boyfriend was a barista, Agatha!” “You are also a barista, Ginger. That’s how you met.”)’

‘“I’ll distract them by being a vampire.”’

‘There’s a woman standing in line near us, giving us her most aggrieved “don’t be gay” face, but I don’t care [...]’

‘It’s sitting in economy that’s making us gay.’

‘If you can’t trust people with nose rings to be open-minded, who’s left?’

‘The fucking sun! We get it — you’re very fucking bright!’

‘The Mage. May he rest in pain.’

‘“We’re not robbing banks and murdering people.” / “Yet!” I say.’

‘Iowa smells more like pig shit than Illinois.’

‘Why would you go through the desert on a horse with no name? Why wouldn’t you name the fucking horse at some point?’

‘“What do people eat in Nebraska?!” Snow asks. / “Their dreams!” I shout at him.’

‘“What in the curs-ed fuck?” I say.’

‘Bunce waves her turkey leg at the whole presposterous scene. “Is the theme British?” she asks, suddenly indignant. “Is it just weird and British?” / “If so, Bunce, you’ve got the best costume.”’

‘Baz follows me into the sword tent. (Long & Broad, the sign says.) “You can’t pick up every sword, Snow.” / “I can’t hear you,” I say, trying out a poorly balanced sabre. / “Pray, my lord, my light — thy cannot test every blade in the kingdom.”’

‘I’ll be damned and drawn and fucking quartered before I watch some devil-eyed goat feel up my boyfriend in front of me.’

‘(I’m probably never going to have kids, because I owe at least three imps my firstborn.)’

‘“Are you guys trying to summon Jesus?”’

‘Go ahead and shoot me. This isn’t my favourite shirt.’

And then, of course, this beautiful part: