#centrifugal is outward

[hildifons-hairyfoot]

Seward's grade in physics: F

Comments: Centrifugal force is not real. The outward force is what you experience due to your inertia. It's a reaction force to the centripetal force. It is not a 'force' in and of its own.

[prakashpumps]

[lardeur]

“In his memoir Another Beauty, poet Adam Zagajewski writes, ‘a poem’s mystery is always ahead of us,’ as if the poem itself touches on mysteries and asks questions but never arrives at or defines or answers them completely. Like a poem, an essay is never really finished, either. Humans are by nature questioners; the biggest answers we seek seem to deal with our identity, usually in relation to a thing bigger than ourselves, such as purpose in life and place on earth. Essays, like those questions, are never fully answered. We are often called to go deeper in our writing, but I think we should also move outwards, from the particular to the universal–centrifugally moving bigger, wider, and expansively so. We should remember our partness and wholeness, which is true of all things, and come to realize there is no destination at which to arrive. We are there. We are nudged in certain directions, set off on trajectories, but will find no end-all and be-all port of call. More always lies within and beyond.”

— Liz Blood, from “Big Mama: Universality and Wholeness in the Essay,�� in The Writer’s Chronicle

[ughhhs]

Centrifugal Force

Fandom: Rocket Boys (Web Series)

Pairing: Homi Bhaba/Vikram Sarabhai

Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, slightly depressing, drinking

Summary: Nehru is so done with Homi and Vikram not dating, that he decides to intervene a bit.

Note:  Centrifugal Force is an outward force that kind of negates gravity and doesn’t let orbiting bodies fall on the ones generating gravity.

Inspiration: that one person who said, Pandit Ji will act as a supportive friend, heavily inspired by with you by my side (i feel there is hope) @chaotic-moonlight, thanks to @stuckyandlarrystuff and @mr-dickalambo for motivating me to finally complete this and, ALL OF YOU FOR WRITING SUCH AMAZING FANFICS TILL NOW.

!!THIS IS NOT BASED ON THE REAL PEOPLE BUT ON THEIR PORTRAYAL IN ROCKET BOYS 2022!! 

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Another meeting came to an end at the PM’s residence. It was already evening, hence the members of the atomic energy commission and respective ministers were asked to have dinner before leaving. While having all this small talk Homi couldn’t help but wonder where Vikram was. He had been awfully quiet today. Homi knew that Vikram wasn’t in favor of the plan but how mad did he have to be to ignore Homi the whole day?

Losing his appetite, Homi turned towards the bar in hopes that it’ll help him forget everything about Vikram, Pipsy, and the work in the commission. But to his surprise Vikram was over there, diagonally standing near the counter, sipping on his wine while being lost in his thoughts.

“Turned into an alcoholic haven't we now Sarabhai?” Homi said with a smug smile.

“Homi,” Vikram said hoarsely while looking at the wine in his glass. He shifted a bit, signaling Homi to stand next to him.

“Something wrong?” Homi asked, bending a bit to look into Sarabhai’s eyes to find clues.

“Nothing.” Sarabhai said as he gulped in the whole glass in one go, then turned around and asked for a second round.

“Well that didn't seem like nothing.” Homi said observing Sarabhai. On not receiving any response, he continued, “Um tell me more about your projects. Tell me about ATIRA. How’s everything going?” Bhabha asked, trying to be as careful with his friend as possible.

“Don’t ask. Please!” Vikram tilted his head up to look at the roof while holding back tears.

“Well then I guess Mrinalini just scolded you again. Didn’t she?” Homi said in an attempt to brighten up Vikram’s mood.

“She wants a divorce.” Vikram said as quietly as possible.

“Wha-? The last time I checked you guys conceived a child or two.”

“Presence of a child doesn’t guarantee the presence of love in a relationship Homi” Vikram snapped while taking a sip from his now filled glass.

“I know that but-” Homi got cut.

“I cheated on her.” Vikram exhaled and took another sip from his glass.

“You did what?

“I chea-”

“I HEARD THE FIRST TIME SARABHAI I JUST CAN’T BELIEVE IT.” Homi said a bit too loud, earning glances from other people and giving them apologetic smiles.

“See this is why I didn’t wanna share anything with you.” Vikram clicked his tongue and said.

“So now SOMEHOW it's my fault huh?

“NO it's just that– you're always over dramatic!”

Homi looked at Sarabhai in disbelief then continued, “Says the one who legit called love a gravitational force.” He gave a dry laugh

“Homi” Vikram looked straight into Bhabha’s eyes and said “Centrifugal force exists too.”

Homi just nodded and left the bar. On his way out he was stopped by Nehru.

“Homi, where have you been-?”

“I’m not really in a mood to talk bhai. I’ll just go to my room and rest for the night.” Homi said leaving Nehru perplexed.

Nehru turned his head towards the bar and saw Sarabhai chugging in another glass of wine. He guessed it must be another fight between the two. He approached Vikram and greeted him.

“Good evening Nehru ji.” Vikram Responded.

“Another fight with your ‘friend’ huh?” Nehru said, receiving a light chuckle from Vikram.

He continued, “Vikram, you know Homi likes you.”

Vikram paused for a second and said, “I know. He always treasured me for my ability to think out of the box and come up with solutions no matter how far from reality they might seem.” Looking at his half empty glass, Vikram said.

“Well I don't mean ‘that’ kind of like.” Vikram raised his eyes at the words of Nehru only to meet those of Nehru.

“I'm not sure about you but Homi, that guy loves you. Yes he did fall for Pipsy and yes he was sad that she got married but he was always happy because of you and for YOUR achievements. That included you falling for a young lady, marrying her, becoming a father, starting ATIRA, everything. I’m pretty sure if you shoot a rocket in the sky tomorrow, he’ll be right there, right by your side, celebrating the moment more than you. He loves you, Vikram.” Nehru finished.

“But why are you telling me all this now?”

“Because I’m fed-up with your quarrels. Just get married and resolve your problems.” Nehru said in a single breadth.

“I can’t believe I'm hearing all this.” Vikram said, taking the last sip from his glass.

“That’s better. In that case, Homi won’t come to me yelling that I told you his SECRET.”

Perplexed, Vikram asked, “Do you want me to-?”

Before He could complete it, Nehru left, giving him a smile. Vikram blinked his eyes a few times, trying to figure out what just happened. Now he had two choices either to ignore everything that Panditji said or confront Homi and propose to him.

Vikram picked up a bottle of wine and started walking upstairs while occasionally drinking the wine. Most of the people were still downstairs giving him the chance to be an embarrassing drunk mess trying to find Homi’s room while being unable to even walk.

He finally reached the last room on that floor. Reading Homi’s name, he knocked twice and called out.

“Who’s there?” Homi asked

“Me. Vikram.”

“I’m tired Vikram can't we talk tomorrow?”

“Just one question Homi. Then I’ll leave.” Vikram took a sip from his wine bottle.

Fed up, Homi got up from his bed, opened the door knob and started walking back to his bed. Vikram hugged him from behind and asked in a muffled voice, “Do you love me?”

Homi was stunned but tried to be as calm as possible. “So you're really drunk finally?” He asked with a nervous laugh.

“So you don't love me?” Vikram asked, tiptoeing to have a look at Homi’s face to get an answer.

“I never said that.” Homi said, trying to hide his smirk.

“Be straight with me Homi.” Vikram snapped while tightening his grip around Homii’s waist.

“Well that’d be ironic.”

Vikram freed his hand in which he was holding the bottle to take a sip from it. Homi turned around and said, “My goodness the bottle is already 1/4th empty.” his voice filled with shock, amusement and concern.

“You know what? I think you were the centrifugal force all along.” Vikram said while putting his bottle on a nearby table.

“That’s an interesting way to confess your love?”

“You wanna kiss?” 

Homi was shocked to receive such a question. He took a deep breath and said, “Vikram, it's too late and you're drunk. Sleep, okay?” 

“How could I sleep when the person who gave me sleepless nights is right in front of me? I might be drunk but I’ve never been this awake.”

“I don't recall you opting for drama classes in Cambridge?”

“Shut up.” Vikram said finally shutting his eyes and banging his head on Homi’s chest who walked the sleepy head to his bed and tucked him in.

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“Good morning my prince.” Homi said and took a sip from the wine bottle Vikram brought in yesterday. Vikram was squirting his eyes, his brain filled with questions, massive headache and inability to adjust to the brightness in the room.

“Homi?” He said, questioning everything around him. “Wait- WHY AM I IN YOUR ROOM? IN. YOUR. BED? WHY ARE YOU IN YOUR ROBE?” Vikram said, sitting upright while numerous fears slowly started creeping in.

“Relax darling, read the room a bit. What do you think I'd do to you?” Homi said while walking dangerously close to Vikram. They shared a glance and Homi kissed Vikram’s forehead in reassurance.

“Plus it's not like you’d get pregnant or anything, why are you scared?” He walked back with a smug smile.

Vikram rubbed his face with his hands in an attempt to wake himself up. “What's the time?” He asked.

“9.30”

Vikram paused for a second, then got up from his bed in an attempt to sprint, failing miserably and sitting back.

“Calm down. We still have 2.5 hours before we’ve gotta leave Sarabhai.”

“Yeah right.” Sarabhai said “I'm fine, I'm fine.” He said, waving Homi to stop walking towards him.

“No youre not.”

“I can walk. Don't worry.” Vikram assured and got up slowly. He smiled at Homi and started walking towards the door.

“Come back when you're done” Homi said without turning around to see Vikram leave.

“I’ll.” Vikram answered before leaving.

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Vikram walked out of his room all ready to leave any moment. He had spent the last 1.5 hour processing everything. From things he remembered about last night to how he was going to talk to his family and explain it to them. He was in the hallway to Homi’s room when a hand landed on his shoulder.

“Dr. Sarabhai!” He heard a familiar voice

“Pandit ji” Vikram responded with a smile.

“So did you-?”

“Yes I did and I owe you for that a lot.”

“No, I was just fed up with the tension you two created every time. Anyway I think I should leave. The breakfast will be served shortly so please be there.” Nehru gave a chuckle and left. Vikram turned around.

“Are you already trying to cheat on me Sarabhai?” Homi mockingly twisted his eyebrows while nearing the gap between them.

“Not until we have at least one child.” Vikram said with a mischievous smile.

“Self-destructive humor? I love it. I love you” Homi said, placing his hands on Vikram’s waist and pulling him close.

“I love you too.” Vikram said getting rid of any space left and placing his lips on Homi’s.

While all other scientists enjoyed the first meal of the day. Homi and Vikram spend their time exploring each other’s mouth, touching each other at places they usually wont, not afraid of anyone catching them in that.very.hallway.

[horizonboundtrainer]

May removes her beathing mask before getting to work. She cannot clear all of the radiation but she can help alleviate its effects on the people of Pewter City. The others had Viridian and Pallet Town covered so the least she could do is offer those in Pewter some respite.

She'd spent the entirety of the past few days making her preparations, bypassing every legal limitation on team sizes and claiming a sizable tithe from Saffron's supply of anti-radiation drugs to do so. As far as she's concerned, if Lance wants to ream her ass afterwards, he can bring it up with Steven.

Her team surounds her awaiting her orders: Kira watching the ash fall in silence perched on Flygon's head, Azumarill's fur to comfort the frightened rabbit, Metagross and their small cloud of Porygons analyzing the long term effects the eruption have on the planet's weather cycles. Hiroyuki the Sharpedo having a rather heated debate with her Camerupt sibling as a Pikachu in a lab coat attempts to diffuse the situation; Wobbuffet watching in abject confusion, Aberthol seems to be in good spirits despite the rather dire situation, joking with Skarmory and Castform while ignoring the Linoone rifling through May's satchel for snacks. Relicanth. Froslass. Emboar.

There were others too scattered across the city at her request, cared for by frightened trainers she'd rounding up into teams in order to assist her Pokemon's efforts. All of eighty of them would act as one the moment Metagross gave the signal. Each would a beacon in the night sky.

'Everything is connected. The Truth of this world can be seen in all things from the humble blade of grass to the Great Dragon herself.'

The earth beneath her feet pulses with life. She draws upon it to ward off the worst effects of the radiation. May drives Stormcutter into the ground. She draws out an old formation she'd seen in half crumbled ancient texts. The draconian One in the middle surrounded by three primary elements, the five secondary elements and the nine tertiary ones encompassing all. ( The original text lacked any mention of Fairy but she'd included it among the secondary elements anyways. )

Twigs gently nips her shoulder to announce that they're ready. May nods to him and begins to hum. She links hands with her brother's as grass sprouted from beneath their feet, growing tall in defiance of the radioactive death raining upon them all. One by one their moves rang out, each a note in a symphony only she could hear.

Moonlight. Life Dew. Heal Bell. Mist.

May sang until her throat was raw, weaving the flow of energy into a true miracle. She'd watched each match in the PWT, carefully studying Sabrina's unusual terrains until she understood just enough to replicate some of their effects. She drew deeper from the earth than she'd ever dared before, pouring the boundless wellspring into her team.

Comic Power was turned outwards, bathing the city in a warm glow. Defog to clear the ash.

"Mount Silver's evil is... an affront... to the world. Let's show... what we think of... it," May rasped out.

The Storm King has decreed it so and so it shall be. Kyogre's laughs in the back of her mind at such a declaration of hubris but it too joins her song after her voice falters. At some point in the night, her knees buckle under the strain but Twigs catches her and helps her upright.

Rototiller and Ancient Power prepared the earth for Aeon's team to reinforce the buildings. Frenzy Plant was used to draw radioactive isotopes into itself, purifying the water just enough for Heal Pulse to do its job. Evil, unnatural things screamed in rage as they began to melt the moment they set foot within her domain.

She lasts until the morning when her knees buckle. She collapses to the ground in unison with each Pokemon who'd lended her their strength. Each of May's limbs felt like they'd been liquified and repeatedly put through one of Birch's centrifuges. Something warm tricking onto her sweat soaked shirt along with the distant scent of iron.

She could hear dozens of muffled ( human? ) voices calling out to them though the fog of exhaustion though she couldn't tell if they were in triumph or fear.

Good luck, Red. Good luck, Vermillion and Vero. Steven. I'll be...taking a nap for a while. Be safe, she thought as the darkness took her.

[seza-and-her-exo-obsession]

So you know when you have a bucket full of water and you spin it around in a circle but the water stays in the bucket? No? Well all you need to know is that it’s called centrifugal force.

Well our planet is spinning on an axis (and in the example, you would be the axis the bucket of water is spinning on). This spin at its current speed, well, fun fact, apparently if you live on or near the North or South poles, you would weigh about a pound less if you visited the Equator.

Centrifugal force is the reason. It’s also the reason our planet is not a perfect sphere, we’re a bit squashed as our spin is causing the centre line of our planet to push a bit outwards.

We’re an oblate spheroid, that’s the correct term for the shape of our planet. Any planet that spins fast enough to have centrifugal force at play would be too.

[highsviolets]

please tell me analyst does up the buttons of javi’s shirt in the morning while he watches her fondly 🥺

pairing: javier peña x f!reader (waterfall inquiry-verse) 

word count: 808

warnings: this is so domestic. ye have been warned. no beta. 

a/n: part of my hc + drabble ask event! send me an ask or request about any of my fics and i’ll write a little something. masterlist I UPDATED taglist form 

“which one do you think, baby?” javier’s voice comes muffled and still slightly sleepy from the bedroom, and it makes your lips twitch up fondly as you finish applying lipstick. it’s a soft shade, barely noticeable in your view, but javi’s told you before that he likes the way it compliments your eyes. so you keep a tube of the stuff on his vanity beside the chipped cup that holds his toothbrush. it’s almost — almost — a fragment of domesticity. something to say it all (you & him) exists.

he meets you halfway down the corridor, you bumping into his still-bare chest with a barely discernible thud.

despite himself, he smiles. it glosses over his features, pulling at his cheeks and lifting the heavy weight from his sodden brow (heavy and laden even now, in the morning, before the day has really begun).

“which one?” javier repeats again, clasping his hand around yours and dragging you into the bedroom in a mirror of last night.

this time, though, he doesn’t make for the bed. instead he deposits you beside the small closet, where he extracts two shirts for consideration: a freshly pressed white button-down, or a white button-down with the faintest of grey stripes.

“cariño,” you say, eyes glancing back and forth between the nearly-identical items, “these are…the same one you always wear.” a laugh bubbles up and you clasp a hand over your freshly-painted lips. “did you buy white ones just because they match each of your suits?”

javi’s jaw shifts slightly and his sleep-worn eyes dart to the side, the same way he looks when he’s put on the spot at a meeting. you would feel bad if it wasn’t so funny.

shaking your head, you deftly start unbuttoning the striped number and swish it away from the hanger, circling to his back to ease him into the starched fabric. shoulder muscles pull with the movement. their definition is easy to spot through the thin fabric, the divots and ridges softened by a layer of fat, a protective cloak to shroud him from the bullets both proverbial and real.

he shrugs them once, twice, trying to get it settle on his sturdy body. it’s like he’s trying shake off what it symbolizes, the reason he’s swapped white shirts and suits and ties for the rainbow shades and tight fitting jeans tucked away in the back of his closet. you’re partial to the teal one, he knows, often ‘borrowing’ it for a few days at a time. if he ever gets around to taking you on a proper date, javi thinks, one that’s not in his kitchen, he’ll probably wear the pale blue one with a few buttons undone. you’ll like that, he considers absentmindedly, relishing the warm press of your palm against his lower back as you move to face him once more.

biting your lip in tender concentration, you start to button the shirt slowly. fingers thread each button through the next, pushing the plastic through each slot before pulling slightly to make sure it’s secure.

something in you is at once sad and hopeful as you work your way through the routine action. bronze swathes of skin are slowly closed to you with each button, closing up your access to him, turning him into mr. peña and not javi, or baby, or cariño.

and yet you know, somehow, that he’s never had someone do this to him before, not since he was a child. you doubt that he would have let anyone but you do it anyway, and that familiar swell of affection interspersed with humility trickles outward from its centrifuge in your heart.

javi is quiet, only marking time with easy, even breaths as he looks down on your lowered gaze and ever-moving fingers. a thumb comes to rest on your cheek, rubbing back and forth in a delicate, comfortable thoughtfulness. a smile blossoms once more; his brooding gaze (already thinking of the files, the phone calls, the longing for you waiting for him at work) softens into rays of chocolate-covered light.

he swallows your soft murmur upon finishing the task with a kiss, the hand on your cheek falling to tilt your chin up so he can meet your lips with his own. it’s sweet, soft, sure, steady, a sibilant stream of mutually effused affection passing between the two of you.

“sorry i can’t do your tie,” you mumble, pulling away. he had taught you to unknot a tie but not the reverse skill. you’d never wanted to learn before, never thought you’d need to learn. but now you do; now you want to have any excuse to care for him, to let your hands linger in his vicinity a little while longer.

javi kisses your cheek. “don’t worry about it,” he says with a wink, as if reading your thoughts. “i can teach you tonight.”

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[lioninsunheart]

“Hope…which is whispered from Pandora’s box only after all the other plagues and sorrows had escaped, is the best and last of all things. 

Without it, there is only time. 

And time pushes at our backs like a centrifuge, forcing us outward and away, until it nudges us into oblivion.” ― Ian Caldwell, The Rule of Four -

[mr-dickalambo]

Centrifugal Force

Fandom: Rocket Boys (Web Series)

Pairing: Homi Bhaba/Vikram Sarabhai

Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, slightly depressing, drinking

Summary: Nehru is so done with Homi and Vikram not dating, that he decides to intervene a bit.

Note:  Centrifugal Force is an outward force that kind of negates gravity and doesn’t let orbiting bodies fall on the ones generating gravity.

Inspiration: that one person who said, Pandit Ji will act as a supportive friend, heavily inspired by with you by my side (i feel there is hope) by @chaotic-moonlight, thanks to @stuckyandlarrystuff and @mr-dickalambo for motivating me to finally complete this and ALL OF YOU FOR WRITING SUCH AMAZING FANFICS TILL NOW.

!!THIS IS NOT BASED ON THE REAL PEOPLE BUT ON THEIR PORTRAYAL IN ROCKET BOYS 2022!! 

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Another meeting came to an end at the PM’s residence. It was already evening, hence the members of the atomic energy commission and respective ministers were asked to have dinner before leaving. While having all this small talk Homi couldn’t help but wonder where Vikram was. He had been awfully quiet today. Homi knew that Vikram wasn’t in favor of the plan but how mad did he have to be to ignore Homi the whole day?

Losing his appetite, Homi turned towards the bar in hopes that it’ll help him forget everything about Vikram, Pipsy, and the work in the commission. But to his surprise Vikram was over there, diagonally standing near the counter, sipping on his wine while being lost in his thoughts.

“Turned into an alcoholic haven't we now Sarabhai?” Homi said with a smug smile.

“Homi,” Vikram said hoarsely while looking at the wine in his glass. He shifted a bit, signaling Homi to stand next to him.

“Something wrong?” Homi asked, bending a bit to look into Sarabhai’s eyes to find clues.

“Nothing.” Sarabhai said as he gulped in the whole glass in one go, then turned around and asked for a second round.

“Well that didn't seem like nothing.” Homi said observing Sarabhai. On not receiving any response, he continued, “Um tell me more about your projects. Tell me about ATIRA. How’s everything going?” Bhabha asked, trying to be as careful with his friend as possible.

“Don’t ask. Please!” Vikram tilted his head up to look at the roof while holding back tears.

“Well then I guess Mrinalini just scolded you again. Didn’t she?” Homi said in an attempt to brighten up Vikram’s mood.

“She wants a divorce.” Vikram said as quietly as possible.

“Wha-? The last time I checked you guys conceived a child or two.”

“Presence of a child doesn’t guarantee the presence of love in a relationship Homi” Vikram snapped while taking a sip from his now filled glass.

“I know that but-” Homi got cut.

“I cheated on her.” Vikram exhaled and took another sip from his glass.

“You did what?

“I chea-”

“I HEARD THE FIRST TIME SARABHAI I JUST CAN’T BELIEVE IT.” Homi said a bit too loud, earning glances from other people and giving them apologetic smiles.

“See this is why I didn’t wanna share anything with you.” Vikram clicked his tongue and said.

“So now SOMEHOW it's my fault huh?

“NO it's just that– you're always over dramatic!”

Homi looked at Sarabhai in disbelief then continued, “Says the one who legit called love a gravitational force.” He gave a dry laugh

“Homi” Vikram looked straight into Bhabha’s eyes and said “Centrifugal force exists too.”

Homi just nodded and left the bar. On his way out he was stopped by Nehru.

“Homi, where have you been-?”

“I’m not really in a mood to talk bhai. I’ll just go to my room and rest for the night.” Homi said leaving Nehru perplexed.

Nehru turned his head towards the bar and saw Sarabhai chugging in another glass of wine. He guessed it must be another fight between the two. He approached Vikram and greeted him.

“Good evening Nehru ji.” Vikram Responded.

“Another fight with your ‘friend’ huh?” Nehru said, receiving a light chuckle from Vikram.

He continued, “Vikram, you know Homi likes you.”

Vikram paused for a second and said, “I know. He always treasured me for my ability to think out of the box and come up with solutions no matter how far from reality they might seem.” Looking at his half empty glass, Vikram said.

“Well I don't mean ‘that’ kind of like.” Vikram raised his eyes at the words of Nehru only to meet those of Nehru.

“I'm not sure about you but Homi, that guy loves you. Yes he did fall for Pipsy and yes he was sad that she got married but he was always happy because of you and for YOUR achievements. That included you falling for a young lady, marrying her, becoming a father, starting ATIRA, everything. I’m pretty sure if you shoot a rocket in the sky tomorrow, he’ll be right there, right by your side, celebrating the moment more than you. He loves you, Vikram.” Nehru finished.

“But why are you telling me all this now?”

“Because I’m fed-up with your quarrels. Just get married and resolve your problems.” Nehru said in a single breadth.

“I can’t believe I'm hearing all this.” Vikram said, taking the last sip from his glass.

“That’s better. In that case, Homi won’t come to me yelling that I told you his SECRET.”

Perplexed, Vikram asked, “Do you want me to-?”

Before He could complete it, Nehru left, giving him a smile. Vikram blinked his eyes a few times, trying to figure out what just happened. Now he had two choices either to ignore everything that Panditji said or confront Homi and propose to him.

Vikram picked up a bottle of wine and started walking upstairs while occasionally drinking the wine. Most of the people were still downstairs giving him the chance to be an embarrassing drunk mess trying to find Homi’s room while being unable to even walk.

He finally reached the last room on that floor. Reading Homi’s name, he knocked twice and called out.

“Who’s there?” Homi asked

“Me. Vikram.”

“I’m tired Vikram can't we talk tomorrow?”

“Just one question Homi. Then I’ll leave.” Vikram took a sip from his wine bottle.

Fed up, Homi got up from his bed, opened the door knob and started walking back to his bed. Vikram hugged him from behind and asked in a muffled voice, “Do you love me?”

Homi was stunned but tried to be as calm as possible. “So you're really drunk finally?” He asked with a nervous laugh.

“So you don't love me?” Vikram asked, tiptoeing to have a look at Homi’s face to get an answer.

“I never said that.” Homi said, trying to hide his smirk.

“Be straight with me Homi.” Vikram snapped while tightening his grip around Homii’s waist.

“Well that’d be ironic.”

Vikram freed his hand in which he was holding the bottle to take a sip from it. Homi turned around and said, “My goodness the bottle is already 1/4th empty.” his voice filled with shock, amusement and concern.

“You know what? I think you were the centrifugal force all along.” Vikram said while putting his bottle on a nearby table.

“That’s an interesting way to confess your love?”

“You wanna kiss?” 

Homi was shocked to receive such a question. He took a deep breath and said, “Vikram, it's too late and you're drunk. Sleep, okay?” 

“How could I sleep when the person who gave me sleepless nights is right in front of me? I might be drunk but I’ve never been this awake.”

“I don't recall you opting for drama classes in Cambridge?”

“Shut up.” Vikram said finally shutting his eyes and banging his head on Homi’s chest who walked the sleepy head to his bed and tucked him in.

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“Good morning my prince.” Homi said and took a sip from the wine bottle Vikram brought in yesterday. Vikram was squirting his eyes, his brain filled with questions, massive headache and inability to adjust to the brightness in the room.

“Homi?” He said, questioning everything around him. “Wait- WHY AM I IN YOUR ROOM? IN. YOUR. BED? WHY ARE YOU IN YOUR ROBE?” Vikram said, sitting upright while numerous fears slowly started creeping in.

“Relax darling, read the room a bit. What do you think I'd do to you?” Homi said while walking dangerously close to Vikram. They shared a glance and Homi kissed Vikram’s forehead in reassurance.

“Plus it's not like you’d get pregnant or anything, why are you scared?” He walked back with a smug smile.

Vikram rubbed his face with his hands in an attempt to wake himself up. “What's the time?” He asked.

“9.30”

Vikram paused for a second, then got up from his bed in an attempt to sprint, failing miserably and sitting back.

“Calm down. We still have 2.5 hours before we’ve gotta leave Sarabhai.”

“Yeah right.” Sarabhai said “I'm fine, I'm fine.” He said, waving Homi to stop walking towards him.

“No youre not.”

“I can walk. Don't worry.” Vikram assured and got up slowly. He smiled at Homi and started walking towards the door.

“Come back when you're done” Homi said without turning around to see Vikram leave.

“I’ll.” Vikram answered before leaving.

—-----------------------

Vikram walked out of his room all ready to leave any moment. He had spent the last 1.5 hour processing everything. From things he remembered about last night to how he was going to talk to his family and explain it to them. He was in the hallway to Homi’s room when a hand landed on his shoulder.

“Dr. Sarabhai!” He heard a familiar voice

“Pandit ji” Vikram responded with a smile.

“So did you-?”

“Yes I did and I owe you for that a lot.”

“No, I was just fed up with the tension you two created every time. Anyway I think I should leave. The breakfast will be served shortly so please be there.” Nehru gave a chuckle and left. Vikram turned around.

“Are you already trying to cheat on me Sarabhai?” Homi mockingly twisted his eyebrows while nearing the gap between them.

“Not until we have at least one child.” Vikram said with a mischievous smile.

“Self-destructive humor? I love it. I love you” Homi said, placing his hands on Vikram’s waist and pulling him close.

“I love you too.” Vikram said getting rid of any space left and placing his lips on Homi’s.

While all other scientists enjoyed the first meal of the day. Homi and Vikram spend their time exploring each other’s mouth, touching each other at places they usually wont, not afraid of anyone catching them in that.very.hallway.

Reading this at 4 am was the best way to start my day 😌

ALSO ITA SO GOOD WTF, i READ it in THEIR VOICE!!!! I can imagine this, yes yes yes 10/10 BHAI mast hai!!!!!!

Also making out in that same hallway????? Bhai y'all get cancelled 😭😭😭😭😭 bold, just like homi mmmmsexgyytt

"plus it's not like you'd get pregnant or something" BHAI LMAO LOST MY MIND haasi aaya.

It's such a good fic tysmmm for writing POST OF AO3 FFS‼️

[tinysupergiant]

It hasn't happened yet Too often I begin without a start point in mind. Begin what? I could only tell you upon completion. Complete what? I don’t know. It hasn’t happened yet.

I am still in my limbic phase. I’ve had barely the chance to explore further on the great chasms of doubt or the auroras of epiphany. I have only ever thought to run, start from the middle; to run with my eyes closed, run outwards as I am spun from the centrifuge of a lie, oblivious to the fact that

time has already rendered all flight redundant. It seems it is not easy to be in two states of matter at once, to think about form without assigning function

Or to be absorbed by a flower and for that flower to be

a rose

[jhupaig]

So I got a little nitpicky looking at live2d models. As a result, here’s some notes about animating hair -- But also things to keep in mind while just drawing hair

this is mainly live2d oriented, but still. Even though you can section it off into bigger groups, hair is made of a lot of small parts. Unless it’s pinned in some way, or has very tight and stubborn curls, or is some kind of mermaid-like jello-hair thing-- Then it’s going to bow easily to the weight of gravity. Tilting a head pulls the hair down, (and usually quickly, almost immediately, unless it has a very thick and heavy consistency. The heavier something is, the less willing it is to move,) -- and the only thing that obstructs that is where the hair is pinned to the head- once at the base and then any additional hairstyle pins. But otherwise, anything not pinned will be trying to yeet itself to the floor asap

another example of this-- And note, it’s especially true for front hair, because usually any hair around the face is much thinner, so it should be especially willing to move.  Long framing hair might get a pass on getting caught on obstructions like collarbones or a large chest, but still-- Personally, I find it more fun to watch hair bow to the same rules as the rest of us.

But yeah-- the long pink strand, that gap between it and the neck on the head tilt? Generally, gravity wouldn’t stand for that. There’d be a slight gap, depending on the angle of the tilt and where the hair is pinned, but not nearly as much. The green strand is mostly fine here, but I would find it more satisfying to pull it straighter down

turns!! movement!!!! idk if live2d has anything for different speeds of turns tho. But hmmmmm-- Do note the top middle.  Centrifugal force, inertia, whatever. Even in slower movements, it’s an element at play-- the hair (or skirts or other flowy things) will push outward during the turn in a very fluid movement (especially around the ends. Unless the end is secured in some way like a princess barbie style ponytail, in which case the biggest poof would be around the middle, but much more controlled.) , With an added note of the very tips attempting to keep their original placement- not just bursting outward, but curling back in, trying to fight centrifugal force to keep where it was. It was happy there. It had a family and everything. But it will follow the flow of force and air, and then it will settle, straight down from the new orientation of their lowest pin. There’s a little bit of swing as it settles, but it’s subtle and soft. No jiggle, only sway.

Though I understand a lot of it comes down to how well cut the hair is. But pbb I’m trying to get the hang of cutting it thoroughly 💪  - Still! I’ve seen some models that look like they could be highly mobile, but the rigger didn’t think to exaggerate on things like gravity’s pull, so it’s not that fun to watch. So this is largely for a fox to keep in mind, cuz you seem not coward about exaggerating things but also not super versed in animation. but ye if fellow art memes find any use in this too then 😘

[aceofspadegrass]

So..... in order to make pizza balls into pizza circles usually people have to spin them so the centrifugal force yeets them outwards.

When tossing a frisbee disc, it's also a hearty spin.

Together, it equals tossing raw pizza dough, then tossing it over the side of the roof like a disk and watch it pelt people. Maybe sprinkle cheese over the edge like dandelion seeds for good luck.

Make a lighthearted game out of it, team battle. Team one gets to toss raw pizza ingredients, team two is everyone else who is unaware and once they become aware have the option to watch the chaos or tell everyone that someone is throwing food from the sky.

Is it a waste of resources? Yes. It is funny? Definitely.

[characteristicspumpsystem]

pump is only a single component of a process although an important and vital one. The pumps’ role is to provide sufficient pressure to move the fluid through the system at the desired flow rate.

Pressure, friction, and flow are three important Characteristics of a Pump System. The pressure is the driving force responsible for the movement of the fluid. Friction is the force that slows down fluid particles. Flow rate is the amount of volume that is displaced per unit of time. The unit of flow in North America, at least in the pump industry, is the US gallon per minute, USgpm. From now on I will just use gallons per minute or gpm. In the metric system, flow is in liters per second (L/s) or meters cube per hour (m3/h).

Pressure provides the driving force to overcome friction and elevation differences. It’s responsible for driving the fluid through the system, the pump provides the pressure. The pressure is increased when fluid particles are forced closer together. For example, in a fire extinguisher work or energy has been spent to pressurize the liquid chemical within, that energy can be stored and used later.

What is friction in a pump system? Friction is always present, even in fluids, it is the force that resists the movement of objects. When you move a solid on a hard surface, there is friction between the object and the surface. If you put wheels on it, there will be less friction. In the case of moving fluids such as water, there is even less friction but it can become significant for long pipes. Friction can also be high for short pipes that have a high flow rate and small diameter as in the syringe example.

The amount of energy required to overcome the total friction energy within the system has to be supplied by the pump if you want to achieve the required flow rate. In industrial systems, friction is not normally a large part of a pump’s energy output. For typical systems, it is around 25% of the total. If it becomes much higher then you should examine the system to see if the pipes are too small. However, all pump systems are different, in some systems the friction energy may represent 100% of the pump’s energy.

The pressure is produced at the bottom of the reservoir because the liquid fills up the container completely and its weight produces a force that is distributed over a surface which is pressure. This type of pressure is called static pressure. Pressure energy is the energy that builds up when liquid or gas particles are moved slightly closer to each other and as a result, they push outwards in their environment. A good example is a fire extinguisher, work was done to get the liquid into the container and then to pressurize it. Once the container is closed the pressure energy is available for later use.

How does a centrifugal pump produce pressure? Fluid particles enter the pump at the suction flange or connection. They then turn 90 degrees into the impeller and fill up the volume between each impeller vane. This animation shows what happens to the fluid particles from that point forward.

A centrifugal pump is a device whose primary purpose is to produce pressure by accelerating fluid particles to a high velocity providing them with velocity energy. What is the velocity energy? It’s a way to express how the velocity of objects can affect other objects, you for example. Have you ever been tackled in a football match? The velocity at which the other player comes at you determines how hard you are hit. The mass of the player is also an important factor. The combination of mass and velocity produces velocity (kinetic) energy. Another example is catching a hard baseball pitch, ouch, there can be a lot of velocity in a small fast-moving baseball. Fluid particles that move at high speed have velocity energy, just put your hand on the open end of a garden hose.

[iicraft505]

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[yashblowers]

Our Turbine Blower produces high pressure and low air flow, that’s why it is used for aeration systems, compressors, vacuums and pumps. In this blower, the air gets sucked in via the rotary vane impeller and then air pushed & compressed outward by centrifugal force.  https://www.yashblowers.in

[wisdomrays]

TAFAKKUR: Part 295

THE GOLDEN RATIO

It is very obvious that there is an amazing system at work in the universe. Words are usually insufficient to explain this perfection. Therefore, one must refer to the different language and approach of mathematics. Characteristics found in events and structures that are similar, but seem unconnected with one another indicate that there is a Creator who is the Absolute Ruler of the entire universe. In this article, we will discuss a unique number in mathematics, the Golden Ratio, and its place in the universe, as well as its history, its usage in art and in aesthetics.

The appeal of the Golden Ratio to the human eye and brain has been scientifically tested. When subjects are presented with a range of rectangles, people invariably pick out as most pleasing ones those whose sides are of the Golden Ratio. This golden number is the basic number at work in aesthetics; there are even claims that the Golden Ratio was used by Leonardo da Vinci when painting the Mona Lisa, and by the Greeks in building the Parthenon. But the surprising thing is that a number deemed aesthetically pleasing by human beings also crops up in nature and science. In a newly published article in Physical Review B, it is stated that the Golden Ratio appears in the structures of some metals. The Golden Ratio is seen in the arrangement of seeds on flower heads, in the spirals of sea shells and galaxies, even in black holes. This ratio can be found almost everywhere in the universe.

Although the Greek mathematician Euclid first defined the Golden Ratio in around 300 BC, the followers of Pythagoras probably knew of it two centuries earlier. Euclid defined it as a line that can be divided into two unequal parts (Figure 1), where the ratio of the smaller part of the line to the longer part is the same as the ratio of the longer part to the whole. This ratio is 1.6180339887..., the Golden Number.

What makes the Golden Ratio special is the number of mathematical properties it possesses. The Golden Ratio is the only number whose square can be produced simply by adding 1 and the reciprocal of which can be arrived at by subtracting 1. If you take a Golden Rectangle – that is a rectangle where the length-to-breadth ratio is equal to the Golden Ratio, and take out a square, what remains is another, smaller Golden Rectangle. Also, think of any two numbers. Make a third by adding the first and second, a fourth by adding the second and third, and so on. If you start with 7 and 11, then what you have is:

7, 11, 18, 29, 47, 76... When you have written down approximately 20 numbers, calculate the ratio of the last to the penultimate: the answer should approximate the Golden Number.

In mathematical terminology it is (an/an-1) equals to the Golden Ratio.

Another example of the Golden Ratio is the Fibonacci Numbers, that is a number series where each number is simply the sum of the previous two numbers. These numbers are 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55... The ratio between any two successive Fibonacci numbers approaches the Golden Ratio as the numbers get larger. We can find the Fibonacci series particularly in the spirals of sea shells and in the arrangement of seeds on sunflower heads.

It was the elusive nature of the Golden Ratio that led the Italian friar and mathematician Luca Pacioli to equate it with the incomprehensibility of God. In the 15th century, he wrote a three-volume treatise, Divina Proportione (Divine Proportion), that was crucial in the dissemination of the Golden Ratio beyond the world of mathematics. After him, many artists, architects, and musicians used the Golden Ratio in their works; for example, musicians such as Debussy and Bartok and the architect Le Corbusier

Let’s examine the arrangement of leaves on the stem of the plant Phyllotaxis. As each new leaf grows, it does so at an angle offset from the leaf below. The most common angle between successive leaves is 137.5 degrees – the Golden Angle; 137.5=3d 360-360/G, where G is the Golden Ratio. Why does the Golden Ratio play a role in the arrangement of leaves? It is all down to the irrationality of the number. A new leaf must collect sunlight without throwing too much of a shadow on the leaves below. A plant must arrange its leaves in such a way that the greatest number can spiral around the stem before a new leaf can sprout immediately above a lower one – that is at 360 degrees. If the leaves were arranged at an angle of 120 degrees, then the leaves would grow as 3 separate columns with large gaps between them. This would effectively block out the sunlight to the lower leaves. If the angle were 50 degrees, then there would be spaces between the leaves. But, with an angle of 137.5, the maximum amount of leaves can be arranged with a minimum of space being left between the leaves.

The Golden Ratio also crops up in hard sciences. Let’s take a look at the growth of “quasi-crystals.” These maintain a five-fold symmetry, which means that they make a pattern that looks the same when rotated by multiples of one-fifth of 360 degrees. Since the time when these crystals were discovered in 1984, many physicists have been researching their properties. In Brookhaven National Lab in New York State, Tanhong Cai imaged the microscopic terrain of the surface of such crystals made from alloys of aluminum-copper-iron and aluminum-palladium-manganese. It is found that flat terraces are punctuated by abrupt vertical steps. The steps come in two predominant sizes, with the ratio of the heights of these two steps being the Golden Ratio. This fact was discovered in 2002.

The most surprising place where the Golden Ratio appears is in black holes, a discovery made by Paul Davies of the University of Adelaide in 1989. Black holes and other self-gravitating bodies, such as the sun, have a negative specific heat. This means that they get hotter as they lose heat. In a spinning black hole there is an outward centrifugal force acting to prevent any shrinkage of the hole. The force depends on how fast the black hole is spinning. It turns out that at a critical value of the spin (when the ratio between the square root of the mass value and the square root of the spinning parameter is equal to the golden ratio), a black hole flips from having negative to positive specific heat. In other words, the Golden Ratio determines the character of the black hole.

With the help of developing science, new examples of the Golden Ratio are waiting to be discovered in the universe. The latest discoveries demonstrate that by using this ratio in technology, new products which make our lives easier will soon be available to all. This mystery that is spread throughout the universe may be an opportunity to renew and change our points of view on life.