ahumanlady  asked:

Hey! This is such a helpful account! :) do you have: A)a new heart wrenching angst? B) pining Viktor? C) college au? I've read most of the ones on your lists...whoops.

I LOVE COLLEGE AUs OMG thank you for this request! (For @ahumanlady: you can find all my angst fic rec lists here!)

Originally posted by nikforovs

College AU

centripetal force by braveten, Explicit, 60k (WIP)
Victor speaks seven languages. (Physics isn’t one of them.) Luckily, though, he ends up rooming with his antithesis: a shy, black-haired boy who just so happens to be a physics major. LOVE this!

Perfect harmony by BlessTheBeast, Teen, 3.9k
Phichit drags Yuuri along to a party, where Yuuri promptly gets shitfaced and enthusiastically seduces Viktor, then dies of embarrassment, which seems to be inevitable in any universe these two idiots end up in. I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS FIC

Russian for Dummies by cutthroatpixie, Gen, 2.4k
“Are you a beginner?” Viktor was not a beginner. Viktor was the TA supposedly in charge of this study session. Viktor spoke Russian. Viktor was Russian. “Sure!” OMG SO CUTE

Essays and Endearments by kaizuka, Teen, 13k
A guide to romance by Katsuki Yuuri: pine after your nameless classmate for almost the entirety of one semester. Do not make eye contact, ever. Go to class, and if the stars align, it will be cancelled, and your crush will be waiting to endure your awkward attempt at small talk. THIS IS SO GOOD! Must read!

Slavonic Studies by thepossessedfangirl, Explicit, 9.4k (WIP)
Yuuri sleeps with a hot stranger the night before university begins but surprise, surprise. JUST READ THIS YOU CAN THANK ME LATER

It Doesn’t Have to be a Lie by Recesskup, Not Rated, 54k (WIP)
The pretend relationship AU where Yuuri is a shy Dance Major and Viktor is the attractive, outgoing Art/Photography Major and Phichit is the worst wingman ever. This is great!!

Kiss Me and Tell Me That I’ll See You Again by probablytooobsessedwithfiction, Teen, 19k (WIP)
When Yuuri is dragged to a party by his best friend Yuko, he doesn’t want to be there- that is until he finds himself making out with someone. The only problem is that he has no idea who he’s kissing. SLOW BURN BUT SO GOOD

Thoughtfulness at the Drama Club by MattLightwood (TanyaHarries), Gen, 2.1k
Viktor is in his last year of college and as a president of the drama club when his secretary resigns. With this place vacant, the club finds itself in big trouble until Phichit appears one day with someone that could save them… and steal Viktor’s heart. Thumbs up!

Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud, Explicit, 26k
College AU where ex boyfriends Yuuri and Victor can’t stay away from each other. LOTS of mutual pining, arguments, miscommunication, and, of course, angst. Thumbs up!

Yes, Professor? by AwkwardPotatoChild, Teen, 15k (WIP)
“Good morning! I’m Professor Viktor Nikiforov! I look forward to being with you all this semester.” Dammit! No one told me he had an accent too! And to think this was all started because I wanted some pudding! So cute!

Have You Heard? by QueenofFennoscandia, Teen,  4.7k
According to rumors, Viktor Nikiforov had been seen crying in the E building’s staircase. No one really seemed to know what was the reason, but everyone were terribly curious about it. Bonus long-haired Victor!

I will break the ice of your heart by Madlymiho, Explicit, 26k (WIP)
Yuuri is a talented but very shy student who enters in a new university for his last year. There, he meets a coldhearted and strict philosophy teacher: Viktor Nikiforov. Despite their differences, the two of them start to get closer… Thumbs up!

A Skating Scholarship by Viktorsfeet, Teen, 35k
After turning 17 and being offered a scholarship in Detroit, Yuuri packs his bags and moves across the world to pursue his skating. He can’t help but find the second-year student Viktor Nikiforov fascinating and his roommate helps him to find out more. Lovely fic!

the golden hour by wynsolstice, Teen, 7k
The photographer blinked at him before smiling brightly. Without warning, he grabbed Yuuri by the hand. His skin was smooth, and very, very warm. Biting his lip, Yuuri glanced up at him. “C'mon,” the photographer urged. “Let’s get out of this rain. I’ll treat you to coffee to make up for taking your picture and scaring you.” SO ADORABLE

Just Ice Skatey Things by personafreak, Explicit, 24k (WIP)
Victor is an eccentric foreigner revolutionizing the figure skating world, and Yuuri is just trying to survive his part-time job at the ice skating rink. Awesome college fic!

Tiny clarifications on YOI ep4 subs

During the part when Yurio is talking about how his body will change soon, I wanted to clarify that he specifically says “容姿youshi”(appearance).

Not “体karada”(body)” “身体shintai”(more technical term for body) or “体調taichou”(physical condition). 

Of course, his body’s size, weight, and proportions will change, too. These changes will affect his center of gravity, and how the angular momentum and centripetal force is applied to a spin or jump. The added weight will also affect how he conditions the muscles needed to get the height for a quad. Figure skaters sometimes have to relearn the technique for a jump once their body is done growing (the effect is more dramatic for women, but men definitely experience it too).

But Yurio isn’t emphasizing those other problems. He is specifically talking about the image he has on the ice - as a slender, “Russian fairy.” He is aware that he looks graceful/pretty right now. Rather than ignore it as something that’s unnecessary ( “It’s just my look, so what? I can skate to anything and make it work. My look does not determine what I can skate to!”), he embraces it and wields it as a weapon. He’s using everything he has - and if right now that’s his beautiful appearance, then he has no reservations taking advantage of it.

I also want to clarify that Lilia’s quote 「美しいわ。」was translated as “That’s beautiful,” but she doesn’t actually say “that.” There is no subject that she is drawing specific attention to. Japanese is vague when it comes to subject, and you have to read the context to know what someone is talking about.

In English, “that” carries the sense of pointing to something specific elsewhere - “that thought” “that hair.”  But here, the “that’s beautiful” is vague. What’s beautiful? His hair? His determination? His aura? What specifically are you referring to here? Including “that” without having a prior subject both parties acknowledge (in this case, Lilia and the viewers) makes you feel excluded. 

To be non-specific in what she is referring to, while not completely excluding the other party, I think it would be better to translate it as:

  “Sou yo, Yuri. Utsukushii wa.”
“That’s right/like that, Yuri. Beautiful.”

However, when you look at the context, she mentions Yuri(o)’s name in the first sentence, there is no change in sentence subject afterward, all the characters are focusing on Yurio, and the camera pans up to focus on Yurio himself. I would have instead interpreted the quote as a continuation of her thought towards Yurio. Meaning, she is calling or referring to Yurio himself as “beautiful.” 

“That’s right, Yuri. You’re beautiful.”

It’s a small linguistic difference, but it makes it feel more personal. It’s not that something vague is beautiful - it’s that Yurio himself is beautiful in an awe-inspiring way. 

Note that “utsukushii” isn’t really used to refer to people’s looks. It’s usually used to refer to something beyond skin-deep - like the spirit of a person, or their demeanor, or their bearing. You might use it to describe a song, the feeling of river, or the changing of seasons – the point is, “utsukushii” has a nuance of awe to it.

As for the “wa” at the end - that’s not the usual “はha” that denotes a subject marker. It’s an ending particle like “よyo”(exclamation/informational) or “のno” (softly questioning). “わwa” is feminine. (If, by the way, you ever hear a guy use it, that means he views himself as feminine.) It’s not a girly feminine, but like a softness to end the sentence. A lot of upper-class middle-aged ladies would use it, or elegant young ladies, or maybe sweet little-old ladies.

And, if you pair that with Yurio’s following words on his appearance… I like to think that it says: even after his physical appearance changes, this “beautifulness” will still be there - because “utsukushii” isn’t just corporeal prettiness, but a deeper beauty.

All this from like, three words. Can you tell I’m a language nerd?
(This is why it takes me so long to write anything - because I analyze the heck out of every single word in every single sentence. D: )

Unraveling the physics.

The photograph is an amazing illustration of the centrifugal force. 

Do you remember those times when you get squashed on to one side while trying to maneuver a tight turn in your car? The force that is pushing you out is known as centrifugal force.

Let’s up the ante. Imagine you are piloting an aircraft and you are pulling an inside loop i.e

It is the same scenario that you experience in your car with the axis of rotation being vertical.( In the former it was horizontal ).

Our friend, the centrifugal force would be squashing you to your seat. Water also has to comply with the centrifugal force and as a result gets squashed towards the cup.

Voila! The physics of pouring water into a cup when you are upside down :).

EDIT: To pull this off, the centrifugal force has to be more that the force of gravity else the water would fall the other way around. 

Much like water, the bodily fluids also gets squashed to the bottom. This reduces blood flow to the brain, which is why people often pass out!

about CF chapter 7

Hi hi hi hi hi! So I’m not trying to call anybody out with this post at all in any way whatsoever, but there have been a few comments/messages about the latest chap (and a few others that have implied this point) that I want to address!! I’ve seen people getting upset at Yuuri for overreacting / not trusting Victor at the end of the chapter, so I just wanted to write a little something to explain what was going on in his head in case it wasn’t clear.

spoilers for the chap below! <3

Keep reading

Many times I’ve asked myself whether there is anything in the world that could crush my frantic, indecent appetite for life, and have decided that it looks as though nothing of the sort exists. But, of course, that may be true only until I reach the age of thirty, for then I may lose interest in life altogether, at least so it seems to me. This appetite for life is often branded as despicable by various spluttering moralists and even more so by poets. It, of course, is the outstanding feature in us Karamazovs — and you, too, you have this inordinate appetite for life, I’m certain of it — but what is there so despicable about it? There’s still an enormous amount of centripetal force left in our planet, Alyosha, my boy, so I want to live and go on living, even if it’s contrary to the rules of logic. Even if I do not believe in the divine order of things, the sticky young leaves emerging from their buds in the spring are dear to my heart; so is the blue sky and so are some human beings, even though I often don’t know why I like them; I may still even admire an act of heroism with my whole heart, perhaps out of habit, although I may have long since stopped believing in heroism.
—  Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
Fëanor’s symbolism

|| I stumbled upon the Dictionary of the Symbols in one of my university’s libraries and I found some interesting things with regard to symbols and archetypes linked to Fëanor’s figure.

1. Red

Colour of fire and blood, red is for many peoples the first colour, for it is the more strictly linked to the principle of life. There are two kinds of red, one nocturnal, feminine, that has a centripetal power of attraction, the other diurnal, masculine, centrifugal, turbinant like a sun, casting light on everything with an immense and irresistible strength. […] It is ambivalent, as the red of deep blood (of the blood of the womb): hidden, is the condition of life; spilled, it means death. Every man who spills another’s blood even for a just cause is, like the blacksmith, an untouchable, because he goes to the very essence of the vital mystery, incarnating the centripetal red of blood and of melting metal. […] This virtue of red, when associated to daytime, reverts the polarity of the symbol. It is a new red, associated with white and gold, essential symbol of vital strength. It embodies ardour and beauty, impulsive and generous will, triumphant and free Eros. It also embodies martial virtues. […] With the divine valorisation of red, the symbolism of the flame replaces that of blood. In the majority of European and Asian legends, the spirit of fire appears dressed in red or wears a red hat. […] Esternalised, red becomes dangerous like the uncontrolled instinct of power; it leads to egoism, hatred, blind passion, infernal love. […] The beliefs of the Bambara say that the colour red is linked to warmth, fire, blood, corpses, irritation, difficulties, the King, the untouchable, the inaccessible.

2. the Blacksmith

Among the mysteries of the transformation of metal, that of the blacksmith is the most relevant for the importance and ambivalence of its implications. […] The work of the forge consists of the creation of being starting from the non-being. The work of creation is that of the smith. […] Moreover, the symbolism of the forge is linked to words and singing, and this aspect introduces the initiatic function of the activity, like the word of gods. […] But metal comes from the womb of the earth and the forge is linked to  the subterranean fire; smiths are sometimes mythical monsters or the guardians of hidden treasures. In other traditions the smith has an important role: keeper of celestial secrets, he gives rain and heals from illness and catastrophies; in some cases he is on the same level of the chief and the king, the substitute of the  organiser of the world. […] We find again here the two aspects of the symbolism: Ch’ih-yu forges weapons, instruments of strife and death; Huang-ti melts the copper crucible that gives him immortality. […] Because of the more or less sacred character of the smith, he arouses in others ambiguous or ambivalent reactions; sometimes despised and feared, other times respected, he occupies the more diverse ranks in society; he often lives distant from the city, in a reserved zone in company of his wife. The art of working with iron is sometimes considered a royal secret, or sacerdotal. […] In conclusion, the blacksmith is a symbol of the Creator but, even if he is capable of forging the Cosmos, he is not God; gifted with a superhuman power, he can exercise it against both divinity and men and thus is dreadful like a satanic wizard. His power is essentially ambivalent: it can be as much malevolent as benevolent and from that springs the reverential fear that he inspires.

3. Jewel

Because of the stones, the metal and the shape, jewels represent arcane knowledge and are also interpreted as substitutes or depictions of the soul, in the Jungian sense of the word. They represent the unknown riches of the subconscious; they tend to pass from the level of secret knowledge to that of primordial energy because they are energy and light. […] It is always about the union of opposing forces, the precious and the terrible, but this legendary origin indicates that the splendour of the diamond or of gems is a chthonic light and their hardness is a symptom of an energy coming from below. […] The jewel is not only a precious stone in its natural state: it is the crafted gem, the work of the jewelcrafter as much as of the person who commissions and chooses it. It is an alliance of soul, knowledge and energy.

4. Fire

According to the Yi ching, fire corresponds to the south, red, summer, heart, and the latter link is constant, whether fire is representing passions (especially love and wrath), or spirit which is also intuitive knowledge. […] With regard to the forge, it should be noted that its fire is at the same time celestial and diabolical, instrument of the creator and the demon. […] Chthonic fire is human wisdom and uranic fire is divine wisdom. […] The sexual meaning of fire is universally connected with the first way to obtain it, that is the friction, the rubbing, image of the sexual act. […] Fire is the best image of God, the least imperfect of its manifestations. […] Like the sun with its rays, it is the symbol of fecundating action, purifying and illuminating. But it also has a negative aspect: it can suffocate and darken with its smoke, it burns, devours, destroys; it is the fire of passions, punishment, war. According to the analytical interpretation of Paul Diel, terrestrial fire is the symbol of intellect, that is the conscience in all its ambivalence. […] “The devouring fire“, contrary to the illuminating fire, “is the symbol of exhalted immagination… the subconscious […], of intellect in its rebellious form.”  Fire, for its burning and consuming aspect, is at the same time a symbol of purification and regeneration; it is found again the positive aspect of destruction.