#Weighing&Proportioning

[gajjarequipments]

What is a Concrete Batching Plant? A Comprehensive Guide

Concrete is the foundation of modern construction, used in everything from roads and bridges to skyscrapers and residential buildings. To ensure consistent quality and efficiency in concrete production, concrete batching plants play a crucial role. These plants automate the process of mixing raw materials—cement, aggregates, water, and admixtures—into a uniform concrete mixture, ready for use in construction. 1. Understanding Concrete Batching Plants A concrete batching plant is a facility that systematically combines various ingredients to produce concrete in a controlled environment. The batching process ensures that the correct proportions of materials are mixed to achieve the desired strength, durability, and workability. Key Components of a Concrete Batching Plant Concrete batching plants consist of several essential components that work together to produce high-quality concrete: - Aggregate Bins – Store sand, gravel, and crushed stone, which form the bulk of the concrete mix. - Cement Silos – Hold cement, the primary binding material in concrete. - Water Tanks – Supply water for the mixing process, ensuring proper hydration of cement. - Admixture Tanks – Store chemical additives that enhance concrete properties, such as strength, setting time, and durability. - Weighing System – Ensures precise measurement of each ingredient to maintain consistency. - Mixing Unit – A central mixer that blends all materials thoroughly to create a uniform concrete mix. - Control System – A computerized system that automates the batching process, ensuring accuracy and efficiency. - Conveyor Belts & Hoppers – Transport materials from storage bins to the mixing unit. - Discharge System – Transfers the ready-mix concrete into trucks for delivery to the construction site. 2. Types of Concrete Batching Plants Concrete batching plants come in different configurations to suit various project needs. A. Based on Mobility - Stationary Batching Plant – Installed at a fixed location, ideal for large-scale projects with high concrete demand. - Mobile Batching Plant – Easily transportable, perfect for temporary or remote construction sites where flexibility is required. B. Based on Mixing Method - Dry Mix Batching Plant – Materials are mixed without water and transported to the site, where water is added before pouring. This method is commonly used in ready-mix concrete operations. - Wet Mix Batching Plant – All ingredients, including water, are mixed at the plant, ensuring a ready-to-use concrete mix with consistent quality. C. Based on Storage Configuration - Compact Batching Plant – Space-efficient, suitable for small-scale projects or urban construction sites with limited space. - Inline Batching Plant – Features multiple storage bins for better material management, used in high-volume production for infrastructure projects. 3. How Does a Concrete Batching Plant Work? The batching process follows a systematic approach to ensure precision and efficiency: - Material Loading – Aggregates, cement, water, and admixtures are fed into separate compartments. - Weighing & Proportioning – The control system ensures precise measurement of each ingredient based on the required concrete mix design. - Mixing – The materials are blended in the mixer to achieve a uniform consistency. - Quality Control – Samples are tested to verify the mix meets required specifications. - Discharge & Transportation – The ready-mix concrete is discharged into trucks for delivery to the construction site. 4. Advantages of Using a Concrete Batching Plant Concrete batching plants offer several benefits that enhance construction efficiency and quality: - Consistent Quality – Ensures uniform concrete mix with precise ingredient ratios, reducing variability in strength and durability. - Efficiency & Speed – Automates the mixing process, reducing manual labor and speeding up construction timelines. - Cost-Effective – Minimizes material wastage and optimizes resource utilization, leading to lower production costs. - Automation & Control – Advanced batching plants feature computerized control systems for accuracy, reducing human errors. - Environmental Benefits – Modern plants incorporate dust collection systems and water recycling mechanisms to minimize environmental impact. 5. Applications of Concrete Batching Plants Concrete batching plants are widely used in various construction sectors, including: - Infrastructure Projects – Roads, bridges, dams, tunnels, and airports require high-volume concrete production. - Commercial & Residential Buildings – High-rise structures, housing developments, and office complexes benefit from a consistent concrete supply. - Precast Concrete Production – Manufacturing concrete blocks, pipes, panels, and other precast elements for modular construction. - Industrial Construction – Factories, warehouses, and power plants require durable concrete structures. - Ready-Mix Concrete Operations – Supplying concrete to multiple construction sites with minimal delays. 6. Factors to Consider When Choosing a Concrete Batching Plant Selecting the right batching plant depends on several factors: - Project Size & Scope – Large-scale projects require high-capacity stationary plants, while smaller projects benefit from compact or mobile plants. - Space Availability – Urban sites may require compact plants, whereas large infrastructure projects can accommodate inline batching plants. - Concrete Demand – High-volume production necessitates advanced automation and multiple storage bins. - Mobility Requirements – If frequent relocation is needed, a mobile batching plant is the best choice. - Budget Constraints – Cost-effective solutions should balance initial investment with long-term operational efficiency. 7. Future Trends in Concrete Batching Plants The concrete industry is evolving with technological advancements that improve efficiency and sustainability: - Smart Automation – AI-driven control systems optimize batching accuracy and reduce material wastage. - Eco-Friendly Solutions – Plants are integrating water recycling, dust suppression, and energy-efficient operations. - Modular Designs – Prefabricated batching plants allow faster installation and relocation. - High-Performance Mixes – Innovations in admixtures and cement formulations enhance concrete durability and strength. Conclusion A concrete batching plant is an essential facility for modern construction, ensuring high-quality concrete production with efficiency and precision. Whether for small-scale projects or large infrastructure developments, choosing the right batching plant can significantly impact productivity and cost-effectiveness. Understanding the different types, working principles, and advantages of batching plants helps businesses make informed decisions, ensuring optimal performance in their concrete production processes. Discover GAJJAR makes an extensive range of ready-mix concrete batching plants, designed to maximize productivity while maintaining strict environmental and safety compliance. Get in touch at +91-92270 22899 or email us at sales@gajjarequipments.com for expert guidance, competitive pricing, and tailor-made solutions. Build with confidence—build smarter, faster, and stronger! Read the full article

[polarmoon]

an attempt at embracing maxis hair

[rorydrawsandwrites]

I have a question, for Gangle to be able to possess Jax, is he heavy for her? Like does she use a lot of strength to lift her arms and head too? Or is Jax too light? I've been thinking about this for a while

I’ll leave this one up to you guys

[almoststedytimetravel]

The offical weights given for the characters in P4 Arena are so fucking unhinged. I refuse to believe that Akihiko weighs 64kg. You're telling me this guy

only uses 64 of God's Kilograms. He's a professional boxer with a hight of 175cm and he's five kgs lighter then me. Kanji is 10cm taller then him and weighs only 1kg more then Aki.

[sucktacular]

The most handsomest boy in the world

[theladyofravenclaw]

"I can't wait for her to dump him!"

"Taylor needs to dump her boyfriend now!"

"I hope she dumps him finally!"

I'm just gonna leave this here:

[louderfade]

[sunset-synthetica]

holding a gun to the head of every scalie artist who draws skinny ass twig tails

[pride-of-storm]

gingerbread dinos turned out cute!

...gingershed turned out Hideous but it's upright so that's still a win!!

[razzafrazzle]

a scribbling little rant about """""art tips""""" that infuriate me. hopefully i got my thoughts out in a way that makes sense

[image description: a four page comic about how gender is shown in art tips.

panel 1 shows various exaggerated examples of how artists divide male and female bodies, with men being depicted as strong and angular, and women being depicted as soft and curvy. on the bottom is the artist's sona, an axolotl with glasses named doc, is peaking out from below the background of the panel and saying "a slight bit of comic hyperbole notwithstanding, sentiments like this are very common with it comes to tips for beginner artists. and, while seemingly helpful at first glance, i something to say about any one of these that tries to define how "men" and "women" are to be drawn..."

panel 2 shows doc crumpling up the previous panel in his hands and looking crazed. he says "they're [bleep]in' scams! or, rather, they tend to do more harm than good..."

panel 3 has doc next to two diagrams of characters, the top having all 4 characters with similar body types, and the bottom having all 4 characters with different body types. doc says "setting aside the blatant misogyny, it's also just... repetitive and dull. by limiting the body types you draw by "male bodies" and "female bodies", you are not only severely limiting how visually interesting your designs can be, but also shooting yourself in the foot when it comes to improving at drawing anatomy. note how much more interesting it looks when you diversify bodies!"

panel 4 shows many examples of ways to diversify bodies, including disregarding gender when drawing bodies, diversifying shape language, playing with size and proportions, messing around with facial features and head shapes, and learning how to draw muscles and fat folds. at the bottom is doc giving a thumbs up and saying "don't let a bunch of old dead guys' ideas of gender and beauty weigh down your artistic potential! also, have fun!!" end id]

[ratspider]

I've been having fun tracing Wallaces. I'm doing Scott next >:3

[styllwaters]

If you’re taking requests I’d enjoy seeing some wildlife from the Arrows’ home planet.

An arrow ask is like treasure to me so I held off answering for months because I wanted to draw something special baha sorry anon. Same goes for every other ask but rest assured I will get to them Here's a menagerie of balloon animals who share Hanidias with the arrows. All have evolved in accordance with the planet's low gravity conditions.

More info and facts below the cut :]

BELLS A common sight on nearly every continent of Hanidias. Bells resemble jellyfish and crinoids in appearance and have a limited range of movement, only able to control their altitude by inflating and deflating their gas bladder. They are subject to wind currents and they will often be blown in to urban areas in large swathes. When aeroplankton is in abundance, 'blooms' of Bells can appear, which can consist of up to 50,000 individuals or more. These can blot out the sun and cause major blockages on skypaths. When this happens specialised teams of arrows are called in to 'vacuum' up the mass. Bells are frequently involved in collisions with vehicles travelling at high speeds.

BLANKETS

Blankets are widely considered a staple food across the globe. I've mentioned them before in this post. I know you asked for wildlife and these guys are domesticated but they're an iconic part of the landscape so I figured they deserved a spot. The largest blanket farms can be viewed from space and cover millions of hectares. In the wild, individual plankton produce an adhesive substance and cling together in thin white sheets which drift freely in the wind. The feeding tendrils of arrows and kites are specially adapted to break apart these structures for consumption.

HARPOONS

Swift and efficient hunters, harpoons are one of the most commonly feared animals among arrows. They're frequently portrayed as villainous characters in folklore and media. Harpoon populations have faced decline in the past due to poaching (their spears are highly sought after) but conservation efforts have proved successful. Males are distinguished by the extra point underneath their spears. NOMADS Desert-roaming solitary animals, nomads are a rare sight. As their name suggests, they travel for miles in search of food and water. They 'walk' by propelling themselves along the ground with their tentacles and are supported by their enlarged gas bladder. They are capable of gliding short distances.

KITES

Arrows share approximately 95% of their DNA with kites, who are considerably larger. They are characterised by their small bell-to-body ratio and relatively low contrast in pigmentation. Modern arrows appear to exhibit neotenous features with lankier proportions than their ancestors. Kites have less maneuverability to escape predators such as harpoons, instead opting for camouflage with dark colouration to blend in with the landscape below. For context most flora on Hanidias is primarily black and grey.

Kites are often seen sporting tassels on their membranes, sessile filter-feeding parasites which hitch rides on large animals. In large numbers they can weigh down the kite and cause skin irritation.

[hy6erion]

Hi, Christine!!:)

can you pls write Viktor/jayce x small s/o with like small curves? like small breasts and ass etc.

I’m on my knees. PLEASE PLEASEEEE DO ITT😔🥹🙏🙏

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫/ 𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 (𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲) 𝐱 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 ᰔ

𝐉𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬

𝐬𝐟𝐰

✰ Jayce is the kind of guy who doesn’t care much about body types—he’s all about personality and connection. But that doesn’t mean he won’t absolutely adore every part of you.

✰ Loves wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his chin on your shoulder, pulling you into his broad chest. He likes how petite you feel against him.

✰ If you ever express insecurity about your body, he’s quick to shut that down. “Are you kidding? You’re perfect.” His hands will settle on your hips, and he’ll make you look at him. “You don’t need curves to be gorgeous, sweetheart.”

✰ Jayce is a sucker for practical fashion, so if you wear fitted shirts, crop tops, or high-waisted pants that show off your proportions, he thinks you look effortlessly good. He’ll definitely hype you up.

✰ If anyone even tries to make a rude comment about your body, Jayce will shut them down so fast. He’s that boyfriend who will make a whole speech about how beauty comes in all forms.

✰ Playfully calls you “tiny but mighty.” He knows firsthand that physical size has nothing to do with how powerful or brilliant someone can be (cough Viktor cough).

✰ Jayce is very into lifting you up randomly. He’s strong, and since you’re smaller, he takes advantage of it—throws you over his shoulder just to make you laugh. “Too easy. You weigh nothing.”

✰ When he hugs you, you completely disappear in his arms. He loves how snug you feel against him.

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰

✰ Jayce is an ass guy, no question, but he doesn’t care about size. He’s obsessed with the shape of you, how your hips fit into his hands perfectly.

✰ He loves touching your chest. Even if you’re smaller, his hands still grope at you like you’re the most irresistible thing in the world. He’ll cup you, thumb over your nipples, and mutter, “Perfect handful.”

✰ Definitely the type to kiss down your torso slowly, savoring every little curve of your body. He’ll take his time appreciating all the details you might think are insignificant.

✰ “Doesn’t matter how big they are, they’re still sensitive, aren’t they?”—and then he’ll prove it with his tongue, teasing you until you’re squirming.

✰ If you ever try to cover yourself up during sex, Jayce won’t let you. He’ll pin your wrists down and murmur, “Nah, let me see you.”

✰ Loves when you ride him. Since you’re smaller, he loves putting his hands on your waist and lifting you up and down himself—all strength, little effort.

✰ If you wear lingerie, especially something sheer or lacy, he’s done for. He’ll just sit back and groan, pulling you onto his lap. “You trying to kill me, sweetheart?”

✰ Spanking? Oh, he still does it. Just because you don’t have the biggest ass doesn’t mean he won’t leave a red handprint on you. He loves making you feel how much he wants you.

✰ Growls into your skin when he’s deep inside you, holding you tight. Size kink unlocked—you feel so small beneath him, and it drives him crazy.

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫

𝐬𝐟𝐰

✰ Viktor is completely indifferent to body type. His attraction is all about intelligence, wit, and emotional connection. Your size? Completely irrelevant to him.

✰ That being said, he adores how dainty you are. His fingers ghost over your arms, your collarbone, your waist—he memorizes you.

✰ He loves resting his head on your shoulder when he’s tired, mumbling in his accent, “You are very comfortable, you know that?”

✰ Since he struggles with mobility, he appreciates how light you are. It’s easier for him to pull you into his lap, have you sit beside him, or keep you close.

✰ If you ever mention feeling insecure, he raises a brow. “Who told you that you are anything less than beautiful?” His voice is so genuine that you immediately melt.

✰ Unlike Jayce, he doesn’t physically lift you, but he will pull you into his coat on cold nights, letting you tuck yourself against him.

✰ He’s obsessed with the way you curl up beside him. He traces patterns on your skin absentmindedly, always touching you in some way.

✰ If someone makes a rude comment about your body, Viktor won’t even look up—he’ll just say something so sharp and intelligent that the person leaves embarrassed. “I see ignorance is still thriving. How unfortunate.”

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰

✰ Viktor is fascinated by every inch of you. He’ll trace your entire body with his hands, lips, tongue—his admiration is scientific and intimate.

✰ You can feel the reverence in his touch. He worships your body, slow and deliberate, taking his time. “It is perfect, because it is you.”

✰ He likes being between your thighs. Doesn’t care about the size—he just wants to be buried there, lazy tongue strokes making you beg.

✰ Viktor is teasing. He’ll roll your nipples between his fingers, murmuring, “Sensitive, hm? And you were worried about their size.”

✰ Unlike Jayce, he prefers taking control. He loves pressing you down into the sheets, keeping you under him, making you feel small but cherished.

✰ Eye contact. The entire time. He loves watching your reactions, seeing how your body responds to him.

✰ He loves soft whimpers. If you make any noise when he touches you, he smirks—low, amused, and a little possessive.

✰ Marks your body everywhere. Not just your neck—your collarbones, the inside of your thighs, places only he gets to see.

✰ “Do not compare yourself to others,” he murmurs against your skin. “This body is mine to admire.” And then he shows you exactly how much he means it.

[heesngirl]

Synopsis : Your idea of playing with a flavored lube didn't turn out as you had hoped, but it's not like you can complain about the result either.

Heeseung x f. reader. vers! Heeseung 'nd vers! reader, established relationship, fingering, oral sex (f. Receives), squirt, cum, fuck panties, grinding, size kink, edging (a little), jerk off, lube, not p in v. "It's just a sex shot" MNDI

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The wet sound of tongues intertwined and lips sucking each other filled the living room like an intimate and decadent echo. One click after another, interspersed with gasps, ragged breaths, and muffled moans that are lost in the midst of the relentless kiss. His tongue invades your mouth brazenly, firm and possessive, as if he wanted to fuse with you from the inside out. He moves with experience, claiming space, territory, and control.

And you give it him all.

You were back pressed against the sofa, arms stretched upward, trapped by a single one of his large, firm hands. His fingers encircled your wrists, harmless, but also unprepared. You could resist if you wanted to, but there's no intention of doing so. That difference in strength, that asymmetry between his proportions and yours, ignites you like a match on the verge of burning out. The way he immobilizes you so easily, effortlessly, without haste, leaves you breathless.

His other hand had slipped under your shirt and was now covering one of your breasts, kneading it with warm, demanding fingers. His thumb plays with your nipple in circular motions, tracing caresses that started out gentle but grew more intense, more provocative. He twists it with the same precision with which his tongue tangles with yours. There's no space between kisses for oxygen or questions, only desire turned into heat, into wetness, into the delicious pressure that builds between your legs and compels you to rub them together without thinking.

You drown in him. In how he dominates you without pressure, how he holds you without yielding, how he barely bites your lower lip before continuing to devour your mouth. And then, suddenly, he pulls away. You're both panting. Your chest heaving, your eyes shining, your lips moist and parted. He, leaning over you, with that crooked smile that isn't mockery, but adoration tainted with desire. Without letting go of your wrists, he barely lowers his face and places a fleeting kiss on the tip of your nose. The unexpected tenderness makes you smile with a certain flirtatiousness, just as he murmurs, huskily, against your skin:

"It's time to pamper my little princess." A wide, perfectly toothy smile accompanies his words.

Your smile widens, knowing full well what those words mean on his lips, what kind of pampering he has in mind. There's no hesitation, no dissimulation. Only desire, clear and vibrant.

Then, without hesitation, he takes you in his arms. Literally. He carries you bridal style as if you weigh nothing, as if you were made to be carried that way. And you are. At least, in his arms, you seem that way. Your legs dangle over one side of his arm, your torso tucked against his chest. His perfume, mixed with the light heat of arousal, envelops you completely.

He moves toward the room with slow, sure steps. The entire atmosphere seems to revolve around that moment alone. The door opens with a soft creak, and as soon as he crosses the threshold, he places you on the bed with a calculated movement, as if the mattress were some kind of altar where he will worship you. He leans over you, his body suspended, his eyes scanning you with that gaze that undresses you faster than his hands. He kisses you again, this time briefly, but full of meaning, as if to say "I'll be back," even though he's never left.

His fingers find the hem of your shirt and slowly lift it, enjoying the journey, until he's completely removed it. The cooler air of the room brushes your skin, as it does your exposed breasts. Your chest and abdomen tense with each exhalation. He contemplates the image for a second longer, and then leans in, without words or warnings. He kisses one of your breasts with devotion, his warm tongue licking with sweeping movements until he reaches the nipple, which he sucks eagerly. He sucks, nibbles lightly, and you let out a muffled, involuntary moan from deep within. The way he alternates between both peaks, focused only on you, makes you arch your back, seeking more, slowly losing control.

Then his mouth descends. A line of slow kisses marks the descent down your torso, your abdomen shuddering under the moist heat of his tongue, beneath the teeth that gently scrape your sensitive skin. He reaches the hem of your shorts, and barely raises his face.

"Lift your hips a little, my darling" he whispers, his voice thicker and lower, as his fingers hook into the waistband of the garment, preparing to descend.

You obey without thinking, and he removes them without difficulty, leaving your body exposed, vulnerable, dressed only in panties that already show the moisture that had been accumulating and oozing from your pussy for some time. He looks at you without a single ounce of shame, his lips curling into a smile, his face forming an expression somewhere between dirty and delighted.

"Just look at you. What a fucking tempting beauty," he says in a murmur that's more for him than for you, while licking his lips, as if he's in front of a delicacy.

He lowers himself to the floor, resting on his knees, while his hands slide down your thighs, parting them with undeniable firmness, and then pulls you towards him, leaving you at the edge of the mattress, right where he needs you. Then he leans down, bringing his face closer, but not directly to your center. Not yet, at first glance, he just inhales deeply; your scent seems to intoxicate him.

"You always smell so good, you have no idea how much you scent do to me," he mumbles, his breath caressing your sensitive, covered center, that part of you already throbbing with desperation.

He starts at the edges. On the inside of your thighs. His tongue wanders, warm and shameless, leaving wet trails that cool in the air. He nibbles, sucks, and marks, leaving traces of his presence imprinted on your skin. He doesn't rush the process, and you don't ask him to either. Because, even if he takes your time, you know what's coming. Because he always delivers, always gives you everything and more.

And then, he begins to kiss you there, right on the fabric, slowly but firmly. His thumb presses against your clit, through the wet lace, while simultaneously his tongue moves against you, further soaking what's already wet, and you can barely contain the moan that escapes you. Your pussy burning with need, literally, before he'd even touched you without the barrier in between.

You feel his slimy muscle run over every inch of wet fabric as if it were a piece of candy he refuses to let go of, pressing firmly, sliding from bottom to top, with obsessive slowness. The wet friction draws a guttural moan from you, while your body responds with subtle spasms and a constant wave of heat that builds from your belly to between your legs. Your hips arch instinctively, seeking more, silently begging for that tongue that seems to worship every drop that seeps through your panties, now completely soaked with your juices and his saliva.

Heeseung sucks brazenly, letting his mouth sink against the soaked material, his breath burning against your skin, and his large hands holding you wide open, his fingers gripping your thighs as if his life depended on holding you like this, vulnerable and offered only to him. The heat of his mouth, the wet sound of his tongue working on you, and the pressure of his fingers digging into your flesh combine to an almost unbearable level of intensity. You moan and curse between stifled gasps, feeling the nerves in your pussy throb violently under the constant friction. He doesn't stop; rather, he sinks in, satiated. He devours you through the fabric, as if he doesn't need to see or directly touch your skin to make you burn from the inside out.

"Hee... stop... wait a second..." your voice trembles, husky with pleasure, barely recognizable. Your hands search for him, gently stroking his hair, until he stops, a little disoriented, his lips still glistening with moisture, his brow barely furrowed at the sudden interruption.

You sit up slowly, still trembling, and get out of bed without another word. He stays where he is, his gaze fixed on you, his jaw clenched, his breathing still heavy, as if every muscle in his body still needs you to calm him. His eyes follow you as you approach the nightstand, open one of the drawers with determined fingers, and take out a small clear bottle. He recognizes it immediately; it was lube. He doesn't say anything, but the sparkle in his eyes betrayed him: he was intrigued, perhaps even fascinated. Knowing full well that whatever comes from you always exceeds all expectations, and he loves that mind of yours that moves so freely through the dirty, the intimate, the visceral.

You return with a tense, almost provocative calm, sitting back on the edge of the mattress, legs slightly open, and with slow movements, you uncork the bottle. Heeseung watches you as if you were a spectacle made just for him. His cock throbs hard beneath his pants, needy, almost aching from wanting you so much. Then, unhurriedly, you let the thick liquid fall onto your already wet panties, in a generous trickle that runs down the fabric and ends up dripping down your inner thighs.

The air in the room thickens. The scent of the lubricant mixes with your smell, and he notices it. He unconsciously licks his lips, while you spread the gel with your fingers, covering the area well, spreading it without reservation, making the fabric stick so tightly to your sex that it almost feels like a shiny, glistening second skin.

Heeseung's eyes widen, his chest rising and falling in hectic waves. He looks at you as if he can't believe what he's seeing, and without thinking, he leans toward you, driven by the desire to bury his face between your legs again, to smell, to taste, to lose himself.

But this time you stop him. Your hand caresses his cheek gently and firmly at the same time, guiding him to a stop. Your voice comes out low, controlled, but charged with intent:

"It's not for that..." you whisper, your eyes fixed on his as you slowly lower your gaze to his sweatpants, noticing his marked and evident erection. "I want you to rub your cock against my covered pussy. Like this. Like you always do before you put it in me. I want to feel it drag against me, so wet, hot, and slippery."

The throb pounding between your legs mingles with his wide-eyed gaze, completely disarmed by the proposal. He swallows, still not responding, but something in his body activates. A tug of pure need runs down his spine. He leans forward, placing himself between your open legs, and his hand goes straight to his pants, untying them with tense fingers, almost urgently, but without breaking contact with your eyes until he's completely off.

He understands perfectly; you feel it. The dense electricity, the moment suspended just before the touch. You know what's coming and you want it just as much as he does.

Without hesitation, Heeseung takes his cock in one hand, firm, hot, throbbing, so hard it seems to throb in his palm. He rests it against your mons pubis, immediately feeling the thick stickiness of the lubricant on the fabric. He moans very softly, barely a guttural growl escaping through his teeth as he curses at how incredible the first contact feels, so simple yet so scorching.

"Fuck..." he whispers, his voice thick with desire, as if he can't contain it, as if that single touch is about to break him.

But he doesn't launch himself yet, doesn't give in to the urgency. Instead, he leans over you with that restrained, dominant air that makes your heart race, and with both hands, he gently pushes you by the shoulders, guiding you back. You don't resist completely, but you don't give in completely either. You lean back halfway, resting your elbows on the mattress, in a comfortable but firm position, keeping your gaze connected with his, like a silent challenge between two equally intense fires.

You stay like that, watching each other, your breathing heavy and ragged with excitement. Your eyes shine mischievously and his burn, somewhere between a contained desire and something bordering on pure fascination. He knows he can't predict you, knows that your every move takes him to the limit.

"Definitely..." he begins in a deep voice, scanning you as if he can't believe what's before him. "You know how to destroy the little remains of my damn sanity. You exceed every damn expectation, and that's no surprise."

You answer him without looking away, with a slow, self-assured smile that turns him on even more. A smile not meant to please him, but to remind him who's in control when it comes down to it.

“And we’re not even remotely close to finishing the repertoire, baby. You’re barely scratching the surface of all the dirty fantasies running through my head,” you say, your tone thick with intent and sweet danger.

His expression changes. The corner of his lips curves into a smile, a sly gesture that mixes amusement, disbelief, and a hint of absolute surrender. He doesn’t answer you; he doesn’t need to. Instead of words, he lets his actions speak for him. His hand slowly rises to encircle your throat, with measured force, just enough to make you feel his dominance without stealing your breath. Then, without warning, he traps you in a brutal kiss. He crashes his mouth against yours with a fierce, almost violent intensity, kissing you as if he needs to possess you, as if your taste is the only thing that can calm him. And you, without thinking, give yourself over completely, letting him devour you. Your lips surrender as soon as his tongue bursts forth, subduing you eagerly, determinedly, forcing you to keep up with his rhythm.

You moan against his mouth as his other hand moves, moving down to grasp the base of his cock, hot and firm, gently stroking it before sliding it between your vaginal lips, covered by the soaked fabric. The contact is stimulating; the glans slides directly over your clitoris, trapped between the pressure of his hardness and the thick moisture of the lubricant, which makes it slide easily, causing a delicious, wet, and hot friction. Each movement is an electric shock that runs down your spine. The gasp you release mingles with his. You both shudder.

Heeseung's cock rubs against you in an unwavering rhythm, with need, with measured force. His hips move in sync with the fist wrapped around him, jerking himself off as he grinds against your sex, feeling the tip of him briefly sink into each curve of your vulva through the fabric, causing that intermittent pressure that drives you wild. Your legs tense with each touch, your body trembling against the mattress as the barrier between you becomes almost irrelevant, almost transparent. The friction drags you to the edge with each thrust; and he feels it. He knows it. He revels in it. But there's no rush, only rising pleasure, desire about to break, and the shared certainty that this is just beginning.

He doesn't stop; the rocking of his pelvis becomes more consistent, each rub firmer, wetter, more necessary. His hand moves at the base of his cock as it slides between your cloth-covered lips, crushing with each thrust the exact spot where your clitoris throbs, sensitive and swollen. The sound that comes from the contact is so wet and obscene, but no less delightful for both of you. It mingles with his gasps and yours, enveloping everything in a suffocating and delicious atmosphere.

His eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, lower to watch. And he stays there, staring at the point of union; how his member rubs against you, how his wet panties stick to your pussy, marking the cleft, sinking in with every movement, brazenly outlining the shape of your vulva as if it were a mold of living skin. And then he growls, deep, as if what he sees surpasses even the intensity of what he feels.

"Shit... Why is this so good?" he blurts out through his teeth, hoarse, on the verge of losing himself.

And you don't stop either, sitting up just enough to reach the bottle, wordlessly, with a silent determination that leaves him breathless. You uncap the lube and pour more of it again, now not just on yourself, but also on his cock, leaving everything even more soaked, shiny, and slippery. The thick liquid trickles down your core and down Heeseung's length, mixing into a hot viscosity that makes both of you shudder as soon as the contact continues.

Heeseung leans his head back for a second, closing his eyes as he feels the new layer of lubricant envelop him completely. But he doesn't stop, not even for a moment. On the contrary, he lets himself go. He leans down suddenly, without thinking much about it, lowering his head towards your chest, capturing one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking it so eagerly that it makes you moan, so hard that the sound echoes off the walls. His tongue circles it, licks it, caresses it slowly and hungrily at the same time, as if savoring it, as if needing to memorize its texture with every stroke. And then, without warning, he bites it gently, just enough to draw a shaky gasp from you, a mix of surprise and pleasure. He smiles against your skin as he listens to you, his eyes raised to yours, observing your every expression.

From one second to the next, the hand that had been surrounding your neck moves up, slowly but firmly, and his thumb presses against your lips. He doesn't need to say anything; you understand the command immediately. You open your mouth, receive it without thinking, and wrap your lips and tongue around his finger, sucking it with the same dedication you do when you suck him off. Your tongue moves, wet, lustful, fondling the pad of your thumb as if it were the tip of his cock.

Heeseung loses his breath.

"Sweetheart, you really are a fucking danger," he moans, his lips pressed against your breast, shuddering from the combined sight and sensation.

He continues sucking your nipple hard while his member grinds steadily against your slippery, desire-drenched sex. The rhythm becomes more charged, denser, more desperate. As if both of you were on the verge of exploding, and at the same time, you both wanted to stay alive.

And there they were: You, with his thumb in your mouth, moaning around it, and him, kissing, biting your breast, pushing against you while masturbating alongside, trembling with what he feels, what he sees, what he hears. Your breaths are ragged, the air is thick with moisture, sweat, low moans and barely audible whispers, all merging into a single act of lust.

In a moment you don't see coming, Heeseung stops abruptly. The pause draws an annoyed sigh from you, almost a complaint, but you can't quite let it go. What he does next drowns it, crushes it with something much more intense: his hand slides nimbly around your waist, and without warning, he barely lifts the edge of your panties, just enough to slip his cock just beneath the fabric, which now becomes a wet prison trapping you both.

The pressure of his hard member against your pussy is direct, real, almost brutal. You feel him hot, tense, barely contained. When he moves again, he does so mercilessly, each thrust causing the tip of his cock to press unfiltered against your clit, and the friction between his skin and yours—that raw, intimate, and dirty friction—makes you gasp without any attempt at control. The moans are no longer hidden, no longer disguised. They come out strong, broken, vibrating with each new movement of his. One of his hands circles his base again, firm, as if he doesn't want to lose control just yet, while the other digs relentlessly into the tender flesh of your thigh, digging his fingers in until it almost hurts. He keeps you still, obscenely open for him.

He rubs against you as if his life depended on it, as if he needs to engrave you on his skin. And you feel it all: every pulse of his penis against your core, every gasp he lets out in your ear, every tremor of his body desperate to burst. And you hear him. God, how you hear him. That way he moans your name, begging softly between gasps that he doesn't know how you manage to have him like this. He tells you with that voice of his that vibrates in the depths of his throat, husky, sweetly broken. Repeating that you're fucking addictive, that he can't take it anymore, that you're going to be his fucking ruin.

When you suddenly order him to cum for you, with that brazen, filthy voice you only use when you want to destroy him, you disarm him. He grunts and picks up the pace. He grinds more desperately, his body almost shaking as he touches himself, panting louder and louder, rawer, until he presses the tip against the fabric, and you feel it; that thick heat that seeps straight through the lace. His cum soaks the fabric, hot and thick, completely ruining your panties. There's not a trace of regret in him. Only fulfilled desire and pent-up desire.

He barely pulls away, panting, his body still tense. He watches you from above, with dark eyes shining with lust, seeing how you breathe heavily, how your legs are spread, how your body is exhausted. But your smile... that sly, provocative smile you throw him from the bed is what finally breaks him.

"Did you like my idea, baby?" you ask brazenly, biting your lip, knowing exactly what you're doing with that look and that coaxing tone of voice.

Heeseung laughs softly, as if he still can't believe what just happened. He hovers over your body once more and kisses you. Slow, sweet, but charged with what still burns between you. When he pulls away, his voice comes out shaky, hot against your mouth.

"Like it?" he answers with a crooked smile, as if the word falls short. "It blew my fucking mind. "I want you to keep showing me those ideas of yours, so fucking dirty, yet so wonderful." He pauses, holds your face in both hands, and steals another kiss, deeper, more charged with urgency. "But now, I want to see you cum for me, you naughty little thing" he whispers, looking at you so close that you feel the touch of his breath.

He sits up, looks at you as if you were something sacred and dirty at the same time, as if he didn't know whether to adore you or devour you. He barely gave you a break before returning to you. With a slowness so charged with intent that it made your skin crawl, he removed what was still covering you, those soaked and stained panties that still carried the fresh heat of his semen. He studies them for a second longer, that ruined, sticky fabric that now bears silent witness to the desire that overwhelmed him because of you. He sets them aside with an almost reverent gesture, as if putting away that mess were as important as touching you again.

His eyes roam over your body as if he'd just undressed you for the first time. And there's nothing innocent about the way he looks at you. It's hunger, it's need, it's filthy and absolute devotion. He kneels between your open legs, so close that the warmth of his breath already brushes your sensitive skin.

You lie back, breathing heavily, your legs still trembling, not from exhaustion, but because the anticipation of what would happen was already there, and you wanted it with every moment.

Heeseung leans down, and without warning, his tongue grazes your cunt. And there's no room for air; the first contact is slow, almost lazy, but deeply wet. He licks your pussy reverently, as if he needs to taste every corner. His tongue moves up and down between your folds, collecting your juices and searching for the exact spot where your body receives him with that low, broken moan that makes him addicted.

"Shit..." he whispers, and pauses for a second, his warm breath hitting your wet skin. Then he lifts his head and looks into your eyes. "Your little cunt taste... different."

His brows furrow slightly, confused, but curious. You look at him, at first not understanding what he could mean. But when your gaze meets the small bottle beside you on the bed, a laugh escapes you, soft and husky.

"Oh, it's probably because of this" you murmur, reaching for the little bottle and taking it to show him. "It's from a brand that makes flavored ones. This one in particular says it's "blueberry." It must have leaked when I poured it on my panties, and since they were stuck to me all that time, the scent lingered."

He takes the bottle from your hand without taking his eyes off you, opens it with his still-damp fingers, and smells the contents. His lips curl into a half-smile that only predicts trouble.

"I'd bet everything I have, and I wouldn't lose by claiming you only chose it because the label is blue," he declares with a hint of humor, in a low tone, and without asking permission, he lets a little of the liquid fall from his fingers directly onto you.

The sensation is cold, and it takes you by surprise, causing you to tense instantly, and he smiles at it. Before you even have time to process it, he uses his fingers to spread the lubricant over your lower lips, slowly, in circular motions. He mixes it with your natural wetness, and with the tip of his finger, he presses right on your clitoris, using gentle, circular motions. Your hips buck on their own, and your breath becomes a ragged gasp.

"I want to taste more of how exquisite this tastes mixed with your sweet pussy juices," he says, more to himself than to you, and without giving you time for more, he dives in again.

His tongue glides over you with a different intention now. He's not just licking, he's tasting. He sinks into your flavor with an almost feverish desperation. You feel it in the way his hands grip your hips tightly, as if he needs to hold on to you so he doesn't lose himself. He sucks your pussy hard, savoring you as if he's drinking you in, as if the taste of your now-sweet body drives him even more crazy. Every movement of his is wet, dirty, and precise. When his mouth closes around your clit and he begins to suck with that pressure only he knows how to control, a loud moan escapes your throat. There's no shame, no restraint. Just the raw sensation of his tongue making you see damn stars.

"Mmph!... Don't stop... Please..." you whimper, somewhat desperate, trembling, your body completely surrendered to him and his delicious attentions.

Your back arches, your hands fly to his hair, tugging, pleading wordlessly. You need him closer, each lick sending you closer to the edge. He feels it, knows it perfectly. His tongue doesn't stop, licking your clit with a mix of urgency and precision while his fingers, one after the other, make their way between your tight folds. They're slow at first, caressing your inner walls with the expertise of someone who knows exactly what they're doing, given the experience gained from years of pleasuring you.

You feel the tips of his fingers pressing against that sensitive spot, right where the pleasure aches yet is so delicious and overwhelming. Your body responds instantly with a deep tremor. Every time he moves those fingers inside you, the pressure increases, and his mouth clamps down hard on your clit, sucking relentlessly, marking your skin with wet kisses, leaving a trail of hot saliva that makes you gasp uncontrollably. His eyes, dark and bright, never leave your face; he watches every reaction, every moan, every tremor, feeding on your absolute surrender.

You feel yourself melting, the pleasure consuming you, but just when your body wants to explode, he pulls back slightly, his fingers slowly slipping out, leaving an aching emptiness. A gasp escapes your lips as you gasp for air, your hips seeking that intense contact again, but he only smiles with a mixture of defiance and dominance.

"Not yet, my love." "I want to play with you a little longer before I bring you to the height of ecstasy," he whispers huskily as he slides his hands down your thighs, squeezing hard to hold you steady. Then he moves back down, his frantic tongue once more stroking your clit, now with longer strokes, sucking voraciously.

His fingers enter again, this time moving faster, pumping with a determined rhythm. That makes you arch your back and let out a heart-rending moan. His mouth continues to devour you, the vibrations of his moans against your pussy rippling through your body, and you're completely lost in that sea of intense, wet, almost painful sensations because they're so strong.

He changes the pace, alternating between licking, desperate sucking, and slow movements with his fingers that press right where your body is breaking and mending. He grips you tightly by the hips, his nails leaving marks, while his slimy muscle continues its wet, dirty dance that gives you no respite.

Your breathing is chaotic, gasps and ragged sighs filling the room. You feel like you're about to come undone, your body tensing and shuddering with each stroke of his fingers and the insistent suction of his mouth. But he doesn't let you fall, not yet. His burning eyes reflect that insatiable hunger, and without warning, he withdraws his tongue for a moment, leaving a whisper against your swollen, sensitive clit, while his fingers continue moving, delving insistently, opening your insides and kneading every sensitive fiber.

"I want to feel you writhe, how you tear for me, don't hold back when it's time." he whispers as his mouth moves down again, now with a mixture of wild tenderness and blind hunger.

He bites your lip, sucks on the fold of skin just below your clit, and you cry out a moan that is muffled between his lips. Your skin prickles, moisture covers your thighs, your chest rises and falls with hot, labored breathing. He continues, his movements tirelessly, and you begin to feel like your body can't hold out any longer. Heat builds in your belly, the pressure becomes unbearable, waves of pleasure make you convulse, the walls of your vagina contract tightly around his fingers, and your clitoris throbs beneath his unyielding mouth.

Your entire body trembles, desperation and need mixing in a frenzy that's hard to bear. Your hands claw at his shoulders, your nails dig into his skin, your moans turn into desperate cries of pleasure.

"Heeseung... please..." you whimper, your glassy eyes searching his, full of pleading and desperation.

But he doesn't relent. He doesn't let you reach it. He keeps taking you to the edge again and again, only to pull you back just before the explosion, playing with your body, your senses, your will. The buildup is brutal, electric, burning you inside, making you scream breathlessly.

And then, when your muscles can't hold out any longer, when your body trembles on the brink of collapse, he increases the speed of his fingers, moving them with determined force, while his lips suck with more intense pressure, his tongue swirling frantically around your overstimulated clitoris. You feel an unbearable heat, a tremor that spreads throughout your body, a wave of pleasure that sweeps away everything in its path. Your legs open wider, your pelvis arches forcefully, and a hot, liberating jet erupts from your center.

The squirt erupts violently, wetting his hands, the bed, barely splashing his face, and you cry out, broken, surrendered, empty. He licks and sucks every drop, satisfaction so evident on his features.

"I've got you, babygirl. Here I am" he murmurs, with a satisfied smile filled with deep tenderness, a tenderness that in no way fits the context of the situation.

Your body trembles and shudders from the brutal wave of pleasure that has just swept over you. Your breath comes in ragged, deep breaths, your heart pounding so hard it almost hurts. You're stunned, still unable to process how a single combination of tongues, fingers, and that small bottle of flavored lube could have unleashed such a storm inside you.

Heeseung leans slowly over your body, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and excitement. His hand gently caresses your hip, seeking your reaction.

"Are you okay, babe?" he asks, his voice deep and low, laced with that confidence that always melts you.

You look at him, incredulous, unable to avoid a smile that's both exhausted and amused at the same time.

"I can't believe all of this..." you gesture vaguely at your body, still trembling with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. "It was only because you liked the taste of that stuff."

He smiles, that mischievous, proud smile that he knows has you completely enthralled.

"Since you mention it, next time I want to try a strawberry flavor. You have to be even more exquisite with that one," he tells you, almost like a challenge, with a look that promises much more than he puts into words. "In fact, I'll be sure to buy several flavors myself so I can try them all with you. And maybe even a toy to use in the middle of this."

Hearing him, you shake your head, amused and resigned, at a loss for words to deny that you've now become his experiment, his testing ground for this twisted and delicious newfound obsession. But not that you could complain, after all, this had all been mostly your idea and now it was time to deal with the very delicious consequences.

[makairodonx]

Coming right around the Chinese New Year, top to bottom, are two highly scientifically-important dinosaurs hailing from the Aptian-aged (125-118 mya) Jiufotang Formation of China’s Liaoning Province:

Microraptor zhaoianus ranks alongside the late Jurassic Archaeopteryx and the closely-related Sinornithosaurus as one of the first theropod dinosaurs ever to have discovered with full feather and wing impressions. It measured about 80 cm (2.6ft) in length, had a wingspan of 99 cm (3.25 ft) and weighed about 1.25-1.88 kg, sported a uniquely black but iridescent plumage, and is the namesake of the Microraptoridae, a family of raven-sized dromaeosaurs that dominated the Jehol Biota of the Jiufotang and Yixian Formations and are particularly famous for sporting long flight feathers on both their legs and limbs. This “four-winged” configuration, which surprisingly resembles the hypothetical “Tetrapteryx” stage of bird evolution proposed by naturalist William Beebe in 1915, enabled Microraptor and its kin to glide from tree to tree in pursuit of small birds, lizards and mammals as well as achieving some sort of powered flight over short distances.

Psittacosaurus is a basal ceratopsian that is closer in phylogeny to creatures like Styracosaurus and Triceratops than to the more primitive Yinlong from the late Jurassic, and is one of the most well-preserved and best-studied genera of all non-avian dinosaurs. It reached the size of a pig or a retriever dog and lived throughout much of continental Eastern Asia 125-105 million years ago, and is known for having the most species described of any non-avian dinosaur, with 12 different species ranging from as far north as Siberia to as far south as Thailand. Two of these species were both found in the Jiufotang Formation - P.melieyingensis and P.mongoliensis, the type species which measured up to 2 meters (6.2 ft) long and weighed about 80 kg (44 lb). Psittacosaurus had highly-developed senses of smell and vision, a pair of protruding jugal (cheek) bones that were possibly used for display, and was active for short periods at day or night. Psittacosaurus also possessed self-sharpening teeth that were used for cropping and slicing tough plants, and unlike future ceratopsians, it lacked teeth for chewing and grinding food and thus used gastroliths (which would have been stored in a gizzard similar to those of modern birds) to wear down the leaves and bark that it ate as it passed through the digestive system. Psittacosaurus is also unique among ceratopsians for having a large, well-proportioned brain. This indicates that the dinosaur was capable of doing a wide range of complex social behaviors such as bird-like sleeping, nest-building and parental care. This is perhaps true with possible instances of overburdened Psittacosaurus parents brining in a nanny or another guardian to take care of large nests of more than a dozen hatchlings, as evidenced of fossils of adolescent females preserved with several hatchlings together. The Psittacosaurus of the Jiufotang Formation shared their temperate forest habitat with the basal ankylosaur Chuanqilong, several genera and species of paravians and pterosaurs, a large titanosaur, and the 10-meter-long Yutyrannus relative Sinotyrannus, and Psittacosaur hatchlings and occasionally adults were also preyed upon by the large, badger-like mammal Repenomamus. One fossil Psittacosaurus specimen that is on display at a German museum (SMF R 4970) preserves the scales, colors and integument that the living animal would have had, and they indicate that the particular Psittacosaurus had a counter-shaded reddish brown and beige pattern that was blurrier and less-defined compared to the striking orange-and-white colors of Sinosauropteryx (which was suited for a lifestyle of foraging in open areas) and was therefore useful for camouflaging the Psittacosaurus in the woods. The specimen also possessed a strange crest of yellow, keratinized, bristle-like structures protruding from the base of its tail that were quite similar to the thin, filamentous structures found on the heterodontosaurid Tianyulong, which also possibly indicates that feather-like structures or proto-feathers may have appeared early in the evolutionary history of the dinosaurs and were soon lost in the evolution of some dinosaur groups or retained in some form in the evolution of others.

[midnightfairy1]

Do Borrowers Actually Take Fall Damage? (calculus/physics answer)

hey guys! sorry I haven’t been active lately, but im about to finish up my finals so give me one more week before I start posting religiously. I just wanted to share with you some calculations I discovered during my studying for the Physics C AP Exam, with which I am expecting to interest borrower fanatics.

I am very proud of figuring this out and hope you guys find this as entertaining as I did! (By the way, I suggest scrolling to the bottom for the answer if you don’t want to read through all my math, although the math can also be interesting if you want it to be! 😁)

First, I found myself wondering something: If ants are so light that their is no height they could fall from in which they could injure themselves, and humans gain fairly serious injuries after a 16 ft (5 meter) drop, where do borrowers fall on the scale?

I took to my physics notebook and calculated the result.

I won’t share with you the trivial calculations it took to reach my first conclusion. To break normal human leg bones, an impact force a little over 2,000 newtons is needed. For more serious injuries (more serious than a fracture), once the impact force reaches above 3000 newtons the fall becomes very dangerous. By 4000 newtons, the fall will usually become fatal (this happens around a 15 meter or 50 foot drop). But within the 2000 newton to 4000 newton range, a fall with a weird landing can have serious effects. If it interests you or helps put it into perspective, the impact force (in newtons) is equal to (mass(kg)x(velocity(m/s))^2)/(2(distance leg compresses (m))).

Next, I tried looking into the air resistance factor of a borrower. Depending on how high the air resistance is, the terminal velocity will decide the borrower’s impact force. Terminal velocity is defined as the highest velocity one might reach while falling, because air resistance counteracts your gravitational force once you reach a certain speed.

A 5’8” person who’s weighs 150 lbs scaled down to a height of 4” weighs .0136 kg (equivalent to the weight of a few coins). If you’re wondering if the fact that their bones are weaker will affect the outcome, don’t fret. Even though borrower’s bones are literally weaker, their bones are stronger relative to body mass. This is because bone strength is directly proportional to cross sectional area (length squared), and mass is directly proportional to volume (length cubed). this means that mass diminishes at a faster rate than bone strength. In a falling scenario, bone strength relative to body mass is the only thing that matters.

Now back to air resistance and terminal velocity. After plugging the borrower’s dimensions as well as other constants to the air resistance (drag force) and terminal velocity equations, I now know that the terminal velocity is equal to 11.4 m/s. This means that, no matter how high the fall is, the borrower will reach a max speed of 11.4 m/s because the drag force at that point will reach a quantity that is able to equally counteract the gravitational force (mass (kg) x gravity (9.81 m/s^2)) acting on the borrower.

Plugging the terminal velocity back into our impact force equation will give us the maximum impact force acting on the borrower. I’m going to do this for all of us, and reveal that the maximum impact force would be roughly 88 newtons. Taking into account a greater drag force (the borrower would most likely be flailing around and wearing clothing while falling), we can assume the maximum impact force would be even lower than this.

We are almost done. The last thing I need to do now is calculate a lethal impact force for a borrower, because it is not the same as a human’s. Impact force corresponds to energy transfer. For the previously mentioned fatal fall of 15 meters for a human, roughly 10000 joules of energy is transferred to the human, cause brain damage or death. any more than this would also lead the fatality (most likely). Scaling this down to borrower size using the same proportions as before, a transfer of roughly 1.94 joules would be fatal to a borrower. This corresponds to an impact force of around 194 newtons, well above the injury threshold calculated earlier. However, it’s good to assume that a fall from a weird angle or onto a hard surface still has the possibility to greatly injure the borrower, even if it is unlikely to be fatal.

One last calculation if you were wondering: the fall height it would take for a borrower to reach their terminal velocity is a height of 6.6 meters (or 21.7 feet) however, this fall would generate a force less than half that of a fatal force.

In conclusion, it is highly unlikely for a borrower to pass away due to fall impact from any height because their maximum impact force is well below the minimum impact force it would take to kill them. However, they can still get injured (and possibly fracture) in unlucky scenarios. This post is in NO WAY encouraging the artists or writers out there reading it to start composing scientifically accurate media, because I love the trope where the human has to chauffeur the borrower around everywhere and keep the borrower safe from high heights 🥰. If there is anything in my math I may have overlooked, please let me know because I would love to learn more! I really appreciate anyone who took the time to read this long, mathy message!

Borrower Speed, Strength, and Durability