#physics stuff

[jingleeljester]

just remembered i got a wrong answer on an astronomy assignment and my feedback from the system told me my answer was "ingenious and nonsense"

[theplayer-io]

A little soon to make something like this, but if you guys are interested in Our Realities, please experience:

- sludgebath. Like actually.

- those who walk away from omelas

- the backrooms' sh4dy gr3y

- wicked the movie (both part 1 and 2)

- steven universe

- the yearning part in ribs by lorde. You'll know what it is.

- 17776 and 20020

- blue hours

- tumon sands plaza on a rainy day

- roblox weirdcore/dreamcore/liminality

- the episode in avm where gold dies

- sign crushes motorist blue album

- chained to the rhythm by katy perry

- we should spend some time together album by between friends

- carmen sandiego

- waking up earlier than everyone else

- the feeling of losing someone gravely important to you

- making paper butterflies

- golden hour sunsets

- the rush of determination when there is helplessness amok

- being with someone under a tree when caught in witch rain while playing outside

- staring at the ocean abyss, feeling the wind flow through your hair (unless you're bald) with a small flower held close to your heart.

- realizing that collegeboard monopolized most college stuff, AWS and cloudflare are the internet backbone, and that nestle is privatizing water.

- spiderverse, everything everywhere all at once

- the real world

Yeah all this inspired our realities. Let's get philosophical.

[liz-lives]

OK IM DOIN SOMETHING WITH MY LIFE

LL BE A BIT BUSY CAUSE IM WORKIN ON SOMETHING THATS COOL AS HECK I WONT STOP TILL IM FINISHED #liz:maglev if u r interested

details undercut:

I just got it confirmed from another engineer that my idea on magnetic levitation is indeed possible, I wont describe further till im more than halfway done but you can say im pausing the fancommic sonic shattered @shadzzzzzzz even further and the fanfics for ninjago wont update for a lil while @lluh-loyd pls be patient with me

unrelated but: DID U SEE THE SONIC MOVIE YET??? RAHHHHHHH, AND THE SPOILERS FOR DR!SEASON 3 IM SOOOO EXCITED!

[valyrfia]

As someone who is studying particle physics, is gay and a lestappie can't believe we're actually the same person. Ily <3

You’re the two up quarks to my down quark and together we can make a positive difference <3

[cardiaccadillac]

So I did art of Higgs with more than just the Higgs equations on his forehead a while ago but the concept still wouldn’t leave me so I wanted to explore it in more detail. Higgs/OC technically, but it’s not really what the fic is about. It’s about a wordplay loving physicist being stupidly self indulgent nothing to see here.

Summary: Higgs is the Particle of God, but it takes a physicist to write the equations of his heart on his human skin.

(AO3)

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"Not only God knows. I know. And by the end [of this] you will know." — Sidney Coleman, theoretical physicist

Since the 1970s, research has considered the possibility that the Higgs field occupies a metastable state and that a lower vacuum energy is available to it, thus allowing for the spontaneous occurrence of a vacuum decay event with dire consequences for the universe. The timescale over which such a catastrophe may trigger is long, so long that it should be far beyond concern for any human lifetime, but there is also the possibility that certain cosmological circumstances may enhance this decay rate. One such seed is the presence of a microscopic black hole.

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Black sands and rolling waves are no Elysian Fields. Perhaps that's what comes after.

Higgs will never know. His own field is…less than stable.

They stand in the aftermath of rain, he and her, air dense, tears brimming, heavy under gravity's pull. The masks are shed first and then the hoods. Gold falls to earth to be followed by discarded equipment—an odradek, a BB pod, and then time-proofed leather slips from narrow shoulders, armour undone, and Higgs stands bared to the skin.

In perfect symmetry, she stands opposite.

What was her name again?

"Kohlman," she answers, reading the question in his eyes. "And you are Higgs."

"Particle of God," he finishes, voice a whisper, and holds his breath as she draws near. "Will you pray to me?"

A blackened fingertip rises to sweep a gentle arc across his eyelid. In her other hand, a pen—Egyptian kohl brush or tattooist's tarred needle? Left hand, right hand? It doesn't matter. His face will be transformed.

"I'll pray that you fulfil your potential," she murmurs, and makes her first mark.

Lagrangian. Covariant.

Symbols carved into his brow. They move in space together. Change in time.

Mass coupling. Self coupling.

They couple. A doublet beneath the grey skies.

The particle of God and she knows him, inscribes his secrets on human skin still soft and susceptible to time and decay. Her lips brush his cheek, tasting black tears. "Is this what you wanted, Higgs?" A scratch of the pen at his throat. "To unite everything in mass extinction?"

"I'll give you mass, but I'm not the extinction."

"No, you're the seed." A lie told standing in the killing field. Her hand trails down his neck, moves to settle on the left side of his chest. (The right side, matching the chirality of his heart.) The sharp nib of the pen again begins to trace, smarting pain, blood springing to the surface. "We've already waited so long. Where's the black hole that will end us all? In here?"

Schwarzschild metric. Horizon radius. Tidal force.

She flattens her palm over the equations, feels his heartbeat underneath like the lap of waves on a far-off shore.

"I'll fix the UCA problem, but decay takes time," he answers, either with a snarl or a chuckle. It sounds the same. "No time on the beach except imaginary, and I've done plenty of imagining what I'll do."

Her hand lingers, his pulse counting out the seconds in a steady rhythm, timefall-impervious beneath the veil of his skin. "I thought you favoured the nuclear option? End everything in an instant?"

"That is my preferred solution." With a sigh, he lets his head fall forward, black-and-blood-smeared forehead coming to rest on her bare shoulder as she retrieves the cloak to drape him.

She touches his back, works at a knot between his scapulae. He’s growing tenser. "Come on, you're done. The tattoos will take."

"Not yet." He stays leaning on her several moments longer before straightening up, rejecting the hood she tries to pull over his head. "You might want to think about putting yours on, sweetheart."

Clear skies or no, it's wise to heed his words.

Kohlman tugs her own hood and armour back into place and watches as Higgs steps back, throwing out his arms as though in invitation as he turns his eyes to the heavens. There's no warning, nor thunder, nor blip even from the abandoned odradek as the first of the raindrops fall.

A hiss of steam on bare skin. The fall is a drizzle, almost a mist, but for the span of time her mind calls seconds and her biology would call days, she watches as the water trickles over Higgs' exposed face and chest and evaporates into nothing. The narrow streaks of red among the black wash away. Weeks of healing compressed into moments, and the fresh marks lose their redness, rough edges smooth over, leaving behind sharp symbols and glossy ink of which she's proud.

Higgs tilts his head forward and at last pulls up his hood as a shield. From beneath its peak she sees piercing blue eyes gaze out, narrow lips stretched in a grin across a face that will never recognise its twin in the mirror again.

Symmetric time flow and parity ought to exist in nature, yet her marks upon his forehead have turned him chiral; thoroughly broken the symmetry of both. He seems pleased.

The Higgs field is invariant under conformal transformations.

Higgs has never known how to conform.

[winchester-cas]

FMK - Energy, Mass, Speed of Light

Oh man this is such a weird question (I love it!) I would Fuck speed of light (I’ll probably not be able to keep up but ah well)Marry Mass (humans are technically mass, right?)And Kill Energy (ain’t no one got time for that)

[classhattery]

From Physics:

"If you were traveling in a car at 99.99% the speed of light, besides pissing off physicists and the entire staff of CERN, what would..."

I swear there must be some sort of science pun gene that runs through anyone who is crazy enough to teach physics.