a grad student in animated russian about the kid’s research project about fucking quantum mechanics and even the other guys on the falcs are like “tater wtf how do you know this shit???” and he just kinda shrugs and goes, “physics is best? there is english idiom i’m thinking of… ‘it grew on me’? yes, grew on me when I was teenager. i’m see physics and think ‘okay, tell me how to put puck in net, is good class’” 2/2
exactly!!!! is tater an overexcitable pupper? yes definitely. but is he also a goddamn adult man who understands complex emotions and things? motherfucking yes.
and i love that idea of him starting a scholarship program!!! falcs tv does a huge segment on it and it’s a huge fucking deal. also bonus points for tater funding a ton of research projects, writing competitions, etc.
I bet you Shitty goes to every Harvard hockey game and cheers super loud, but the team quickly realize he went to Samwell, was instrumental in kicking their asses for four years running, and is actually chirping them nonstop.
Of course, when Samwell comes to town to play Shitty brings out his YO MARRY ME JACK ZIMMERMANN sign, which makes Holster bellow, “He doesn’t even go here!”
Samples of Shitty cheering at Harvard games:
(when Harvard gets possession of the puck) “That way! You wanna go that way!”
“Good job goalie. You collected WAY more pucks than the other guy!
“A PASS! YOU GUYS COMPLETED A FUCKING PASS! I’M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU!“
– It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
– there’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
– I bless the rains down in Africa
– it’s gonna take some time to do the things we never had
all the reviews for atomic blonde are like “its an empty aesthetic film where charlize theron just dresses up in nice clothes, kicks the shit out of dudes, and has random sex scenes with women” as if that wasn’t my dream action movie
Aren’t “typical” action movies just a bunch of macho guys in cool clothes/cars kicking the shit out of dudes and having random sex scenes with women?
I wonder what else they were expecting
(and yeah seconding the dream action movie remark, I AM A HAPPY AUD 8))
It’s that thing where if you’re a minority you have to be better than the standard in order to get half the recognition rearing its ugly head again. Sure, women can head action movies now, we’ve seen that they are successful – but only if they’re amazing, well-written, deeply thought-out masterpieces with groundbreaking feminist messages incorporated into the explosions. (I’m thinking of Mad Max for the Charlize Theron symmetry, but you can put in any female-led action movie that’s gotten a lot of attention.) It’s not enough just to be a slick, cool action romp. It’s not enough to spend a fun two to three hours in a theater and come away having enjoyed yourself. In order to justify making a film with a woman in the asskicking seat, it has to be better and more meaningful than the same movie would be with a guy lead – otherwise, why on earth would you make it? You could have gotten the same result with a man!
It’s just that same old bullshit again, dressed up in a new coat of paint and hoping we don’t notice.
tbh one last lil irascible radical healthcare-for-the-people rant before I go to bed: I think narratives about the Genius Diagnostician often wind up serving as false propaganda about medicine, and about the abilities of the people who practice it.
in reality the majority of doctors are under an enormous amount of cognitive strain, and the layers of mystique around the profession and its artificial scarcity (limited by residency slots, mostly) are the things that insulate them, that prevent everyone else from recognizing that
and the information that’s available to doctors about things like antibiotic prescription, etc: a lot of it is available to all of us, and while it’s complicated as fuck, and a layperson can’t automatically be assumed to have the reading comprehension ability to understand it, it’s also not impenetrable, it’s not mystical; recognizing what parts of a paper you do and don’t understand is often enough to help you piece together the rest of it; it’s just dry science papers and manuals written in shorthand
so many of us who do have the capacity to read and understand such things wind up assuming that we don’t truly, because Doctors Know Things
but I’ve been burned enough times by doctors not knowing things I knew, and helped enough times by laypeople knowing things doctors didn’t, that I’m starting to see that the wall of that walled garden is not what I thought it was, and the purpose it serves is less beneficent than I once believed.
Part 1, 7k, zimbits, homophobia warning, generally fluffy though, Samwell Men’s Hockey Team
Okay, so back to this Dan Erikson guy.
It’s three years after he wrote his article on Jack Zimmermann’s college experience and, look, he’s generally too busy to obsessively stalk one hockey player because his day job involves roaming the country and doing all the feel good stories that go on that last page of Sports Illustrated, but every once and awhile, he takes a night to watch Jack’s interviews and he’s not looking for clues, per se but…
Well, he is a journalist. And the answer to the unspoken question of the Blond boy in all the photographs itches at him. Because… journalist.
So for three years now, he sort of drawn his own conclusions. He notices how Jack never brings a date to events and he finds the blog of a certain Southern Baker and notes how there is an abrupt shift from sadness to ‘barely contained glee’ after graduation. And he notices that the “friend’s kitchen” Bitty shoots his most recent videos at is very nice. Very spacious. And so when Dan Erikson gets told that the Falconers want to meet with him (and that they asked for him by name), he has a flash of “they know I have been stalking Jack Zimmermann and I am about to be sued,” which, frankly, makes no sense but he still shows up to the meeting in his best suit and manages to look like a nervous idiot in front of all the publicity interns and if he thought it was bad then, it’s nothing compared to when he is shown into a conference room.
Because Jack Zimmermann is already there. Like… in the room.
It’s a good thing 50% of a journalist’s job is acting neutral in the face of anything because that’s all that keeps Dan from freaking out. But he manages. Admirably if he does say so himself. He shakes hands with George and then with someone from the Falconers legal team and then with Jack Zimmermann and they all sit down.
And the legal person- Michelle, he thinks her name is – she jumps in and starts talking about how this information cannot leave the room until written in an official article and they’ve already discussed this with Sports Illustrated and – honestly he sort of stops listening because Jack Zimmermann looks like he does when the Falconers have just won Game 1 of a playoff series. Aka he looks intense and focused and it’s not that he’s unhappy, per se, but he’s not celebrating quite yet.
Also, his fingers drum once against the table before he stops them and that reads as nerves.
Dan wants to tell him he already knows. That he saw the pictures three years ago and he’s suspected and this proves it and he still has no idea what he’s doing here.
Finally, Michelle goes quiet and there’s a beat of silence before:
“I’m gay,” Jack announces. “I’d like you to write the article.”
Dan blinks once because that makes no sense. For good measure he does it again before managing to push a word out. And then that word is simply:
Okay, I’d like a fic where a reporter, maybe for a smaller online publication or maybe someone used to writing Sports Illustrated’s more “personal interest” pieces decides to go back and examine Jack Zimmermann’s college years through his assignments and by interviewing his professors.
So, first and foremost, he has to ask permission because Samwell – well, they’ve never really had this situation before, but professors do keep student’s work on file and they decide that if they get permission from the student (in this case NHL superstar Jack Zimmermann), it is fine for them to show this work to outside parties. (real talk: no idea if this is how this would work, in fact, for thesis papers i think they are automatically available to the public… ANYWAY)
So this reporter (lets call him Dan) asks for Jack’s permission and, honestly, Jack is a little confused by the request but also a little bit excited because no one seems to take his time in college all that seriously and it drives him crazy. So he says yes without thinking about it and figures that the man will get to read a beautiful 30 pages on sports during WWII and maybe there will be a little blurb about it and that will be that.
That is not that. Because Dan here is thorough and after he reads Jack’s thesis (which was much better than he expected and if he’s being honest, he expected some stupid jock paper that passed only because well, what college is going to fail Jack Zimmermann??)- after he reads the thesis, he is interested. He chats with Jack’s thesis advisor who has nothing but great things to say (”Always turned in his drafts on time, took great notes and listened to suggestions, hard working kid, I hear he’s playing some sport now?- oh! you’re a reporter, is he doing well then?”) (sorry, this is a history professor, he probably had no idea who Jack Zimmermann was while he was advising him and less of idea who he is now that he is gone… ah, spacey nerdy history professors, my fave, ANYWAY) and so Dan decides to go seek out more of Jack’s work and talk to more of his professors and this means–
He finds the Photography professor.
And, more than that, because Jack had given him permission (he has the paper and everything!) he is supposed to be allowed to see Jack’s projects. Aka the pictures he turned in for a grade.
And, for the first time, a professor gives him a hard time about letting him see Jack’s work.
just moving along like everyone else 