i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night

Netflix and Chill || Nat & Kas

“Well, mostly I just do my best and pray I don’t fall out on my ass again.” He joked, easing the door shut behind Nat as she walked inside. “Sorry about the mess, it’s been a while since I’ve been able to live like a vagabond and I may have taken full advantage of the freedom to do so.” He admitted, making sure he’d actually cleaned up all his dirty laundry before turning to follow Nat into the room. There were odds and ends scattered everywhere, playing cards and jackets with false pockets, top hats and ties in equal numbers stacked precariously at the foot of the bed and a wire running from the wall socket into the hammock to charge his laptop. it was homey, in an odd way, trashed to hell and back and then hastily straightened making it seem all the more lived in.

He gave the hammock a bit of a rueful look before leaping through the opening, setting it swinging with a laugh and poking his head back out, along with a helpful hand. “Definitely more fun to do it that way, need a hand?” he offered, straightening up in the center to stop the hammock from swaying around. “I promise there’s more room once I’m out of the way, and that it’s way better than the rocks they’re hawking us as beds.” He grinned, his demeanor always tinted with the hint of a laugh on every word as if he’d break into a laughing fit at any given moment- well, he’d pause to yawn first. “Ah-haaaa shit.” he muttered, shaking his head. “I pulled an all nighter last night, so if I fall asleep you don’t have to leave, totally welcome to stay over and get off the cot for a night.” he promised, scooting to one side of the hammock with his hand still outstretched to help Nataliya climb inside.

“Careful, first step’s a doozy, which is why diving in like a crazy person seems to be the only way to avoid falling out immediately when you’re alone with this thing.”

#kasper faux #f2f #para: netflix and chill

Nataliya laughed lightly at the joke--they came so easily to him, she noted, and she liked that. The disheveled state of his appearance matched that of the room, hastily tidied but still far more lived-in than anywhere she’d been since graduating university and moving out of the apartment she’d shared with three other students (a full third of the graduating class of Cambridge’s Institute of Astrophysics). His particular brand of minutiae spoke clearly of his circus background, with flashy costumes and decks of cards and glitter covering nearly every surface in the room, and she nodded approvingly as she turned back towards Kasper. “Don’t apologize for making yourself at home in your own space--I am much looking forward to the opportunity to do the same as soon as possible.”

When he took a short running leap through the entrance of the tent-hammock, she let out an undignified snort that dissolved into a laugh probably too loud for the late hour, reaching out a hand to stop the swinging frame before even attempting to follow. “Honestly, I’d almost rather sleep on a rock than that cot; at least rocks don’t squeak or rustle every time someone moves. With twenty people in the room, that means near constant sound, which is not conducive to restful sleep at all.” The yawn was more adorable than she was expecting, and she could hope the dim lighting in the room would hide her faint blush as she reached out to take his hand. “Don’t worry, I promise not to Sharpie your face while you’re sleeping,” she smiled, bracing a knee just inside the round lower frame and allowing herself to tumble into the hammock as easily as possible.

“That...could have been worse. Cookie?”

Netflix and Chill || Nat & Kas

Cleanliness was never one of Kasper’s strong suits. He was already shuffling around his room, throwing dirty laundry into the basket and cleaning up food wrappers littering the ground outside his hammock in a rush to look less like he was raised in a tent. “Floor’s clean, bed’s not covered in laundry-” he paused a moment, glancing down right as there was a knock at his door. “Shit. Pants. One sec!” He shouted, grabbing a pair of sweats out of his suitcase and blowing hair out of his eyes. “Okay. there. Coming!” he chimed, heading to the door and tugging it open with a grin and a wave of his arm.

“I’d make a joke about presenting my room like a circus attraction but I just had to make a rush cleaning job and I’m very tired.” He smiled, an unbuttoned dress shirt hanging loose over the sweatpants that hung halfway off his hips, entirely littered with holes (They were finally comfy, after all.) “Well c’mon in, I’ve got everything queued up and I think I got most of the cheeto dust out of the hammock.” he stated, pointing to the large gray thing hung in the middle of his room. It actually looked more like a tent or tepee than a hammock, but it was still suspended off the ground, so Kas had assumed it would be close enough.

@nataliya-vasilyeva

#kasper faux #f2f #para: netflix and chill

After a week of sleeping on the cots in the submissive dormitory, Nataliya remembered why she’d been so glad to be called away to deal with the complexities of her future academics in person, and the prospect of sleeping on something softer was an enticing one, even if that something wasn’t exactly a bed. She’d debated changing, but Kasper didn’t seem the sort to judge someone for what they were wearing so in the end she threw on a massive cardigan over her nightgown and padded barefoot through the halls to room 101, cookies in hand and a smile on her face.

It came as no surprise that Kas looked much more disheveled than he had at lunch the day before, but he still somehow managed to be thoroughly charming as he welcomed her into the room. Despite everything she’d heard about the hammock, Nataliya couldn’t help but stare for a moment when she finally saw the dark grey monstrosity hanging in the middle of the room--he’d been right when he said it was nearly large enough for four people, and the assortment of pillows and blankets piled up inside its tent-like cover looked just as comfortable as he claimed.

“I can see how that would be tricky to get in and out of...you might have to show me how it’s done.”

It’d be hilarious, but certainly hard to steer.

Oh thank god. I was worried for a minute, when I say I can recite it word for word. I mean it. whole script. probably the camera angles. continuity errors. Ocean’s Eleven is seared into my eyelids. And I can always go for aliens. Ah, 101? Yeah. 101. I’ll leave the door unlocked and find my pants.

Making your problem the rocks on the side of the cliff, not the rocks at the bottom. Still risky, but slightly less so, I think.

That is...impressive, I must say. Aliens, time travel, mech suits, Emily Blunt’s magnificent abs...it’s a good film. I’ll see you soon, then!

oooo, I should look into one of those flying squirrel suits. That way the wind becomes my ally, and not something set on dropping my ass into the pointy rocks below.

Well I’ll be eating cheetos half the time too, so to be fair, I don’t think either of us will be doing much talking once the movie starts. And I’m very easily swayed, actually I’m sure you could choose if you just ask nicely and don’t make me watch Ocean’s Eleven again. It was one of the few movies we had in the circus and I could probably recite it word for word. That one, and Pee Wee’s Big Adventure. I especially liked that one when I was on psychedelics. if you think Tim Burton is a genius sober, he’s Jesus reincarnated when you’re on peyote.

That would be an amusing sight, to say the least.

I don’t blame you, cheetos are delicious. Ocean’s Eleven? Lord, no, I was thinking either The Italian Job or Edge of Tomorrow, depending on whether you’d rather watch Charlize Theron steal things or Emily Blunt fight aliens. Which room are you in? I’ll be up in about ten minutes with cookies and extra pillows.

Oh there aren’t, but the cliffs that are here are tall enough that I thought “hey maybe I could gauge if cliff diving is for me by looking down” And I looked down. and then, then I pussied out.

I can tolerate starfishing, I shared a hammock with a baby lion before, a sprawled out human is both safer, and better conversation. And I’m not sure yet, I’ve been on a Kubrick binge, so maybe the Shining or 2001 A Space Oddessy. Or if “here’s Johnny” and killer AI aren’t your cup of tea I can possibly be convinced to let you choose.

Well I must admit I’m rather glad you didn’t decide to try it--with the wind the way it’s been lately, chances are good that you would not have ended up in water deep enough to break your fall properly.

Ah, that’s true, though I’m not sure I’ll make much of a conversationalist once I’m immersed in whatever we end up watching. Convinced? I’m not sure whether I should even ask how you propose I convince you, but if you promise not to tell anyone I might admit to my deep affection for heist films and certain American action movies.

Well, I can scratch “attempt to cliff dive and pussy out” off my bucket list.

I’m gonna watch netflix in my weird cocoon hammock and eat my weight in cheetos. Anyone interested in joining me should know that I dusted the cheeto crumbs out of my hammock mere minutes before I made the offer, and there’s probably still some there.

Are there cliffs on the island to dive from? That wasn’t in the brochure...

That is a tempting offer indeed--and if you can handle my starfishing, I can manage a few cheeto crumbs. What are you planning to watch?

Well, I can scratch “attempt to cliff dive and pussy out” off my bucket list.

Are there cliffs on the island to dive from? That wasn’t in the brochure...

That is a tempting offer indeed--and if you can handle my starfishing, I can manage a few cheeto crumbs. What are you planning to watch?

spring-of-mathematics

Full Size & Source:

1. Fibonacci Numbers are generated by the Pascal’s Triangle.

2. Odd and Even numbers form the Sierpinski Triangle.

3. Number’s Symmetry and the”binomial coefficient expansion” numbers.

4. Powers of 2 and 11 series.

5. Triangular Numbers.

thequantom

That Sierpinski one is amazing

sciencey-doggosaurus

That is mathematics for you

cobaltllama

oahu-alana

Yeah that’s true, but it’s no big deal.

#shannon mara #// oh my god she has no idea #i'm so sorry

It’s your choice. I do wish you luck finding a partner, though, and an enjoyable weekend--it promises to be an interesting one.

shannon-mara:

Oh yeah, actually I was planning to ask someone, but another submissive beat me to it.

Oh dear, that’s unfortunate. They do allow trios for this, if I recall correctly--you could still ask to join in.

#shannon mara #// WHOOPS

oahu-alana

What was?

Finding a partner for the demonstrations. Have you found someone yet?

#shannon mara

joyadcock

Did you save 15% on auto insurance?

#joy adcock #// she's sO CONFUSED

Er...no? I found a partner for the demonstration--is that another American joke I don’t get?

Well, that was easier than I expected.

#orendastarter #// me @ nat : DO NOT START CRUSHING ON THE CIRCUS DUDE NO BAD IDEA #nat @ me : ya but he's cute....

it’s not that cool, driving. The sad fact is that it’s arguably the most dangerous thing I’ve ever done. I can be trusted on a several hundred pound animal’s back, but definitely not piloting a large metal death machine. I only ever drove when I absolutely had to, walking was always more enjoyable to me.

I mean it seems big enough to fit at least four people, and accommodates my innate desire to build nests out of blankets to live in, so I’m sure there’s room to starfish. And yes!- before it arrived, and also to go pee. Maybe to eat. Very few other things can remove me from my hammock, I’ve learned. And it’s like, a hanging teepee thing, more a cocoon really. it’d probably help to exit it more awake than I attempt to. And that sounds great, if I’m a little late tomorrow I probably got lost again and will arrive soon, I’m getting far better at getting places but I still get turned around, new place and all that.

You were dropped from a trapeze as a child and driving is the most dangerous thing you’ve ever done? I suppose I am fortunate never to have had the need, then--I’ve always lived in large cities with easy access to public transportation or a driver if I needed one.

Wait...you have a hammock in your room? I cannot blame you for not leaving it, then, and you may want to be cautious of allowing me access to it because I may never leave either, and then we’d just be hammock starfish for the rest of our lives. It’s alright, I still get turned round too, but I’ll wait for you.

Once, I didn’t want to do my chores, so I learned an entirely new escape act and learned how to drive a stick shift instead. Both in the same day. I think I understand the power of procrastination rather well, but I feel like a successful thesis at the last minute is somehow twice as impressive.

And if you get the chance you really should try it- hell I will let you bum half of mine and avoid the urge to starfish if you so desire. And lunch tomorrow sounds fantastic, it’ll give me enough time to figure out how to properly exit the hammock. So far it’s just been “Writhe around and pray you don’t land on your face.”

Alright, I’m impressed. Want to know a secret? I don’t know how to drive--I’ve never had to, and I’ve always been too busy with other things to bother learning. I don’t think they’re quantifiably comparable experiences, though, so I’d say they’re about equal by default.

That sounds utterly delightful, and I’m sure if it’s a large enough hammock, we can figure out a position that will allow us both to starfish comfortably. Have you...have you left the hammock since you arrived? Depending on the design and the distance from the ground it should be a fairly simple matter of centering your weight, but it’s difficult to tell without having seen the hammock in question. I wish you luck, though, and I’ll see you at, say, 11:30 in the cafeteria?

From procrastination some of the best situations are born. I think I saw that somewhere.

And I really do, It’s both much cooler than the one I had in the circus and large enough that I can do that annoying starfish thing that people hate when you spread all your limbs out. And I certainly wouldn’t mind lending a helping hand, besides, who would I be to turn down someone asking so nicely? I’d be honored, Nataliya.