happy scientists are happy

Hey.

So.

Cecil’s an Aquarius.

His birthday is anytime between January 20th and February 18th.

So around this time of the year, imagine Carlos surprising Cecil at the NVCR Station with a homemade birthday cake (with “Happy Birthday Cecil :)” sloppily but lovingly written on the top in frosting) and the interns singing a municipally approved birthday song and Cecil just being really happy and flattered that they remembered.

Okay! I’m a scientist so there are two possibilities;
1) Ethan and Tyler are single together
2) Ethan is not single (and hopefully dating Tyler because who else actually shares clothes if not couples!?)

anonymous asked:

How do you think juliet would be like these days in the modern world

If we are going to set the play in the modern world, it should be in a community that’s just as toxic, misogynistic, and violent as Shakespeare’s Verona. I think it’s crucial not to decontextualize the story, because Juliet is not a ‘normal’ teenager living in a ‘normal’ world as it were.

I believe this is the great merit of Luhrmann’s movie (in my opinion, of course): he found a modern society where the concepts of honor and masculinity are prized to the point that people do not mind killing to preserve them; a society where a woman’s life is just a colorless subjugation to men. It’s a self-destructive world, feeding itself on prejudice and harm.

It is precisely such social context that makes Juliet and Romeo’s story so valuable to me: their tenderness and idealism and rebellion are delicious in such a world. Juliet depends entirely on her family (her abusive, despotic, uncaring family); her society does not let her grow outside the constraints of her father. That should never change, whether the story is set in 14th-century Italy or 2017, because that’s what makes Juliet Juliet. She was never given the tools to further her desires or exercise her faculties. Her society expects her to always be a step behind others. An inert being. A lackadaisical soul.

See how docile she is at the beginning of the play. She is willing to accept her mother’s wishes blindly, without questioning them; her responses are passive and submissive—what you expect from a good, obedient daughter in a patriarchal society. ‘But no more deep will I endart mine eye / Than your consent gives it strength to make it fly.’ She allows her parents to determine the beginning and end of her desires. And it’s not just an internal family conflict: the same unhealthy ideology reigns outside of Capulet’s house. Nobody in her world can help Juliet in the end. All Friar Laurence can offer in the last scene is to hide her in a nunnery—something she rejects steadfastly, stabbing herself instead. She is balefully isolated because she does not conform to the rules.

But this is what makes her character so exquisitely wonderful: she rebels against her world. She gets rid of social conventions and devotes herself to life limitlessly, fiercely—tragically, at the end, because her society refuses to permit her liberation, and she refuses to submit to society again. She has some of the most complex and profound speeches in the play; in displaying all her intelligence she proves to be sharper than those who wish to restrain her (see how her mother and Paris cannot keep up with her wordplay in 3.5 and 4.1; she is so superbly intelligent). There is something indestructible about her: her society has a tendency to devalue her, yet she has an endless faith in herself.

A modern translation of ‘fair Verona’ should be just like that. She is raised in a community where suicide becomes her only way of retaining the little independence which she achieves by herself—a community where those who should protect her decide to turn her back on her. I would the fool were married to her grave, says Lady Capulet in front of her 13-year-old daughter. (Now, what causes the tragedy? Is it Juliet’s fault for rebelling or is it her society’s fault for being so intolerant and dreadful? It truly shocks me when people blame it on Romeo and Juliet, who are precisely the ones to try to fix their world by loving each other.)

But I always wonder what her life would be like if she were allowed to take wing. She is insatiable, isn’t she, piercingly in love with feeling. Look at her words in the orchard scene, where she ecstatically describes what she would do if she were free:

Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud;
Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies,
And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine,
With repetition of ‘my Romeo!’.

What would she be like if she lived in a community that cherished her? I think she would just eat the world. Voraciously. She is hungry to grasp, hungry to find and feel—hungry to possess. Her emotions are all-consuming, feeding themselves on extremes. Or rather she embodies the extremes herself: born on the very last day of warm July, she carries ‘summer’s ripening breath’ in her veins. Everything about her is so burningly palpable, so reminiscent of the fire of July, I too would have called her the sun. She burns radically. Fierily. (Hence my username.)

I think that if she were free, all her hungry passion would be unshackled: daring, fearless, all the way revolutionary. Her loud laughter would be electrifying, magnetic. Her throat would often become sore after screaming so exuberantly. Repulsed by stillness, her body and heart would move madly, constantly, absolutely. She wouldn’t know how to live silently; her pulse is as vibrant as an earthquake (the Nurse says there was an earthquake on the day she was weaned—restlessness and movement are her soul). Aerial. She would be aerial.

But how do you describe the extremity of someone’s heart? She already did. It’s in the play, she put it into words herself:

And yet I wish but for the thing I have.
My bounty is as boundless as the sea,
My love as deep; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.

To think of a free Juliet is to grasp the ineffable: she is limitless, infinite, immense. She doth teach the torches to burn bright. She is too energetic, too adolescent and warm to live in so restrictive a society. It kills her, it murders her—fresh, youthful blood comes out of her chest at the end. But if she were free? She would expand like sunlight. She would live. She would be. Radically. Tangibly. Tenaciously.

So for the next week or so, I will be posting @fiddleford-appreciation-month week 4 hugs and kisses for Fidds from all his family and friends cause he now has a nice big family!

You can’t tell me that Fidds doesn’t like adopt Pacifica and she helps him around his new shed and the work together on giant machines. You can’t prove to me that does not happen.

Day 1: Stan/ord Pines
Day 2: Stan/ey Pines
Day 3: D/pper and Mabe/
Day 4: Pacifica Northwest

It’s the feeling of being alive!

Filled with evil, but truly alive!

It’s the truth that cannot be denied!

It’s the feeling of being

Edward Hyde!

Like I said before…

I’m obsessed XD

This song, called Alive, is definitely one of my favorites, and if you’ve never listened to it before, you really should

I really like this design of Hyde, which is Hyde’s design in @arythusa The Glass Scientists Comic, which is absolutely amazing, btw. Please go read it if you haven’t! The art, story, and characters are great, especially Jasper, Jekyll, and Hyde

Wtnv Headcanons

Cecil makes those little Self-Care reminder type announcements you see all over tumblr on the Radio.

Sometimes they’re reminders to the town in the face of disaster. “Did you remember to tie down your garbage cans? Remember, it’s garbage CAN fly away, not garbage can’t!”

Sometimes it’s a reminder to himself for things. “Did you remember to lock the door this morning? Yes. Yes? Yes definitely yes.”

Most of the times though, they’re subtly aimed Carlos’s way, because since Cecil found out how sometimes he forgets to eat and drink water and take breaks when at work or even at home, the host was determined to help. So he slips little reminders and prompts into the show. “Have you had a break today? You work so hard. Take a ten minute break to recharge.”

Or “have you had eight cups of water today? Remember, it’s not just a good idea, it’s the law!”

Or even reminders like “have you considered the fact you are incredibly loved by a lot of people today? Not a person, not even just two or three persons, a lot of people. A lot of people care about you and love you immensely, even when they aren’t right there at this moment, even if they don’t say it outright. You are incredibly loved, dear listener. Even you, Steeeeeve Carlsberrrrrg.”

After college, Abominathan wanted to pursue a career in educating others about the wonderful world of Biology…

 Young and full of spirit, he shared his aberrant knowledge with anyone who was willing to watch and listen. His first job was at an elementary school, teaching second grade science. He was ecstatic. But little did faculty know, they hired someone with teaching methods that did not quite fit their expectations.

 Nathan amused, captivated, and bewildered his students with explosive demonstrations, Alchemical sciences, and songs to stimulate their neoplastic brains. He was happy. His students were happy. But soon word began to spread of his reckless ways.

Much to Nathan’s dismay, these acts of “endangerment to children’s lives” (as the parents and teachers put it) got him fired. He was never the same afterward. He had always been strange, but this event seemed to push him over the edge. With his career tarnished and reputation in shambles, he scrounged the market for jobs. Some horrid and degrading… and smelly.