Guys, seriously. Signal boost. I needed this the other night, and a few weeks ago I was talking with someone who needed it. This is the best freaking thing ever.
I am so glad I found this. I hate calling hotlines. this is perfect, everyone must know.
Anonymous said: WHY ARE YOU SINGLE
because i didn’t forward that chain email letter in 2004
being a 21+ year old in a fandom full of preteens and teens
a little girl who grows up thinking all doors are automatic but actually she’s haunted by a really polite ghost
The ship hate mentality still baffles me though. Like what do people even think when they’re writing the message?
"I HATE YOU BECAUSE YOU LIKE TO IMAGINE THESE PARTICULAR CHARACTERS IN ROMANTIC SITUATIONS SOMETIMES!"
I mean, what?
I have a gif for this occasion that will explain it all perfectly…
anxiety attacks are the worst
There is something frantic in all this grinding, however disguised in traditional Harvard languor. Oppenheimer had not yet found himself—is that more difficult for Americans than Europeans like Szilard or Teller, who seem all of a piece from their earliest days?—and would not manage to do so at Harvard.
Richard Rhodes, “The Making of the Atomic Bomb”
ok there’s loads more good stuff on Oppenheimer and his feelings of revulsion for nothing yet being his, but I’m a giant dork and posting this because it makes me think of Newton Geiszler.
(less with the hiking [tho maybe he did fish] and more with the punk bands and instrument/music tinkering and radical protests… the fic that insinuated he attended protests only to meet women offended me tremendously)
I cannot shake the firm conviction that a primary reason for Newton’s six doctorates — with secondary and not unimportant reasons such as, his borderline or outright mania, his obvious genius and vast swath of interest and ability — was that nothing truly seized him, nothing truly excited his passions, his deepest interest, the extent of his ravenous mind.
(in contrast to Hermann who I tend to think did [tho for all that he can engage Newton’s intellect and match him, is probably less brilliant] if with a few variable but related passions, be it space-flight-engineering-mathematics, and perhaps also had less freedom for any aimless searching)
He found himself in the kaiju, in this tremendous unmapped monstrous field, and threw himself thusly into their study — and sure there’s that childhood fascination resulting in an ambivalence, but ugh, just, so much more, too, that I’m not sure I have the words and sufficiently Newt-rooted perspective to articulate to the degree that it deserves.
(of course worth noting that for all his passion and excited intellect he nonetheless chooses to not only study but study to defeat them he isn’t an activity or groupie or sympathizer or worshiper, and while some of it may be that that was the best place from which to have access… ke ai xiao rockstar hero is also what i’m saying mmk)