Wishing that Beth would turn out to be an unsub who causes a great deal of pain to Aaron/Jack is a bit harsh in my opinion. You don’t have to like her, but just because Hotchner isn’t with the person you chose for him doesn’t mean he deserves an unsub for a girlfriend. I ship Hotch/Happiness and if Beth makes him happy (which she seems to so far), that’s good enough for me. Hotch deserves to be happy after everything he’s been through, why would you wish more pain on him?
I’m tired of seeing so much hate in this fandom. Hate for Erica Messer, hate for the writers, hate for the characters.. Sigh.. I’m almost giving up the fandom and watching CM all by myself, I’m almost wanting to stop following any CM blogs. I love the show for what it is, it’s evolving in a beautiful way and I can’t understand this hate, it’s too much. I’ll eventually be alone in this.
jstn:
Gold is fantastically rare, not just on Earth but throughout the cosmos. All the gold ever mined by humankind would fit into a 20 meter cube (about three swimming pools full). As far as we know, the only time gold is created in the universe is during a supernova, in the last few seconds of the death throes of only the most massive stars. As the core collapses at one quarter the speed of light, temperatures reach 100 billion degrees and for just a moment the conditions are right for a supply of loose neutrons to be pushed into existing atoms and synthesize not just gold but every other element heavier than lead. When the star explodes all these heavy elements are ejected into the surrounding cosmos at up to 10% the speed of light, perhaps eventually winding up in a protoplanetary disc and baked into planets and other celestial bodies like our own.
The amount of gold on Earth is believed to have been the result of several supernovae, which are thought to occur in our galaxy only every 50 years. The last supernova observed as it happened was in 1604, visible to the naked eye in broad daylight for three weeks and leaving the remnant shown above.
Let’s mine that shit and make some jewelry.
jstn:
Gold is fantastically rare, not just on Earth but throughout the cosmos. All the gold ever mined by humankind would fit into a 20 meter cube (about three swimming pools full). As far as we know, the only time gold is created in the universe is during a supernova, in the last few seconds of the death throes of only the most massive stars. As the core collapses at one quarter the speed of light, temperatures reach 100 billion degrees and for just a moment the conditions are right for a supply of loose neutrons to be pushed into existing atoms and synthesize not just gold but every other element heavier than lead. When the star explodes all these heavy elements are ejected into the surrounding cosmos at up to 10% the speed of light, perhaps eventually winding up in a protoplanetary disc and baked into planets and other celestial bodies like our own.
The amount of gold on Earth is believed to have been the result of several supernovae, which are thought to occur in our galaxy only every 50 years. The last supernova observed as it happened was in 1604, visible to the naked eye in broad daylight for three weeks and leaving the remnant shown above.
Let’s mine that shit and make some jewelry.
Mind. Is. Blown.
“Philippe Petit’s 1974 high-wire walk between the Twin Towers always had something of the miraculous. Five years after 9/11, it seemed like a fitting way to represent the strength of the human spirit, even when faced with tragedies.”
- Art Editor Françoise Mouly on “Soaring Spirit,” by John Mavroudis and Owen Smith, Sept. 11, 2006
The weather is just right. Sitting above a river bed with trains passing us by and a breeze blowing in. Busy crowds of people help us lose ourselves. It is rhythmic and serene. There is no need to be anyone else.
We have a choice. We could walk till there is no need to talk about yesterday or think of tomorrow or we could slip through the cracks. We could talk. Talk about school, talk about boys, talk about you and talk about me.
But what are words? What is it they do to you? You too know they are only a medium. A way to make you feel what I feel. Make you say what I want you to say. You know I like them. I like that they sing, I like that they paint. I like that they can talk when I cannot.
And I don’t really know who you are, and you don’t really know who I am. Just that you like the rain, and that day you chose to get wet in it. Chose to stick by me as I decided on madness over dryness. I still don’t know why.
I am frightened and you know it. You don’t try to placate me. You don’t lie to me. You remember to treat me as an equal and you tell me you will still be there. When you reached out to me all those weeks ago, I thought you were delusional, but in a nice kind of way. I am glad you did.
I could thank you, but what is the point in that? You already know I am grateful. I already know you will do it again. Sometimes I cannot think beyond your presence in my life.
We talk about me and my captivation perplexes you. I don’t really know why. He is, after all, unreasonably nice looking. We talk about you and I think yours is understandable. Maybe one day we will become photographs, and looking back we would think- yes, that was the moment.
I don’t do these forever type things. Mostly because I am terrified you won’t really have the time for them soon. But you are here now and that is good enough.
Oh, well. Let’s just be.
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#Some of my favourite posts from my first blog.
(Source: greenlemons07.blogspot.com)
Van Gogh to the right.
(Source: progressivehumanity)
