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[yourdeadprince]

Happy 10 years to all the Pacific Rim folks out there!

And, of course, happy 10 years to these two... They gonna celebrate, will you join?

[ link to the zine ]

[wingedog]

From memory Newmann I missed them

[hismercytomyjustice]

I was convinced to rewatch Pacific Rim by the devil my best friend instead of writing. And then my entire fucking tv died, lol.

NICE TRY, FRIENDO. Your mind tricks can’t work on me if my tv implodes.

GET THEE BEHIND ME, SATAN!

But omfggggg KSci, KSCI!!!! 😭😭😭

How I have missed their chaotic hate fueled love…

Love the first fucking scene we get with them too is them just screaming at each other. Absolutely feral.

God how are they this perfect???? What did we do to deserve such a bountiful feast?????

[hismercytomyjustice]

(⌐ ■_■)

( • _ • )>⌐ ■-■

( ˶° ㅁ ° ) !!

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT????!!!!

OH MY FUCKING GOD.

IF IT FOCUSES ON OUR KSCI BOYS OR AT THE VERY LEAST GIVES THEM MAJOR ROLES, I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THE PERSON I BECOME. 2013 WILL LOOK LIKE I HAD A PERFECTLY NORMAL LEVEL OF APPRECIATION FOR THAT MOVIE.

But oh my fuCKING GOD?! that would be ABSOLUTELY PERFECTION.

I am trying not to get my hopes up too high. BUT. BUT. Newt and Hermann were in their 20s on K-DAY. SO.

Baby Mako running around the Shatterdomes with Pentecost?! Raleigh and Yancy?! Tendo?! Papa Gottlieb?!

IS IT POSSIBLE?!?!?!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!

P. L. E. A. S. E.

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It should be fourteen episodes of those gay scientists writing letters to each other followed by a single episode of giant robots fighting kaiju

[k-sci-janitor]

Look I’m not happy about this either-

[newtlesbian]

Please show us the Newt Hermann shoulder difference gif 🙏

here she isssss i found her for you. i love arm

[bethrnoora]

SPEAKING OF TEN YEARS OF PACIFIC RIM you all should check out the Newmann 10-Year Anniversary Zine that I had the pleasure of taking part in which just published today!!! the mods put in a lot of hard work getting everything organized and it looks absolutely beautiful!! 👨‍🔬💙💚👨‍🔬

there's a ton of art and writing (as well as merch) by some amazingly talented people in here and it was so awesome to get to be part of it! also here's a little sneak peek of my piece :)

[cringecomp2014]

i feel like a whole idiot for yrs I've been like "yeah funny Hermann is Hermann GOTTLIEB specifically bc like. Gottfried von Leibniz lol" w/out connecting the dots that Leibniz's historically significant scientific rival was... Newton. lmao.

[missanthropicprinciple]

Omg ALBERT! Thank you for finding this!

I feel myself being sucked back into the gravitational pull of my two favorite fictional scientists.

[transwicky]

Has anyone done a Pacific Rim au yet.

Like.

Ollie and Wicky are 100% drift compatible that nobody realizes it until the last minute.

Except they're not Jaeger Pilots. Wicky works with Dex as JTechs, and Ollie works in the KSci department with Tango.

But they suddenly need pilots and Ollie and Wicky are married so the Marshall points at them and goes "you two know how to fight?" And Ollie goes "we both used to play hockey??" And the Marshall goes "good enough, drift test for the new(ly repaired) jaeger, NOW"

The Marshall is a little pissed at them being THAT drift compatible ("better than the fuckin Russians, what the fucking hell")

The other pilots are torn on pissed and laughing that they had a perfectly drift compatible pair on the team but they worked in 2 completely different departments.

Whiskey is a career pilot, but loses his partner, and Ollie throws Tango at him and Wicky throws Foxtrot at him. Whiskey hates how well the three do together. The Marshall just keeps them all on because these 5 are the best damn pilots he's had in a damn long while.

[hismercytomyjustice]

woooh finally got around to updating all my tags and summaries on ao3

lol it is probably too late for my stuff that's 10+ years old, but it sparked joy seeing it all look more uniform, so

tho I do still randomly get kudos on my Cardcaptors fic that's *checks notes* 7 years old

def felt the siren song of Pacific Rim while doing it... *sign of the cross*

god I desperately hope they make that prequel... and if it includes our ksci boys, I refuse to apologize for the monster I will become

[k-sci-janitor]

“Congratulations.” - Hermann

[newtlesbian]

ksci. kguys. gaysci. gayguys. if you replace every piece of a boat is it still the same scientists

[eagle-head-charge]

SIDICCJCKSIXCI KSCI I KKSKCI I KKSKCI K SICCK KSICJ KSICJ KSICI I KACI CSXCI KSCICI K

[ayearwithoutwater]

Fifteen.

There was a time in my life when I thought I had hazel eyes.

This was back when I was just over a decade old. Intuitively, I knew that hazel as a color leans closer to the fragmented shades of pistachio, but I was a child who wanted to feel special, and I rationalized that the complexities of hazel, not merely green, allowed for the inclusion of brown. My eyes are firmly brown (not even remotely hazel), but there was a song, you see, that I loved, that made me feel seen, and I wanted to stake my claim on that song because it was mine. It was about me and nobody else.

I'm talking, of course, about "Behind These Hazel Eyes" by Kelly Clarkson.

I spoke a little bit, in Six, about how music came into my life. I touched upon my tastes initially settling within the realm of pop and alternative rock, but I refrained from mentioning her by name because I wasn't yet ready to delve into this particular relationship of mine. Now, I think it's finally time to talk about Kelly Clarkson.

(thick_flair). "22 years ago they went searching for America's best singer and, amazingly enough, found it [on] the first try." 28 September 2024, 1:50 PM ET. Tweet.

The zeitgeist of American Idol's premiere season has since been discussed in great detail by plenty of people, so I seek only to describe what it felt like to a child witness.

I remember being surprised that my parents were watching TV, and an American reality show at that—though I didn't then possess the vernacular to describe my surprise as such, of course. We never used our TV except for KSCI's Chinese programming on channel 18, so it was fairly unusual for our household to be watching something so, well, American. I remember tuning in week after week to watch the pool of competitors winnow until, finally, only two were left: Kelly, and someone else.

I know the second finalist. His name is on the tip of my tongue, and I could Google it if I really wanted to. I know he starred in a campy musical film with her after the competition ended, and I know he went on to have a career on Broadway. I could name him—heck, I remember voting for him, for no reason other than I was a boy and he was the male finalist and boys stupidly stick together, right?—but that extra second of effort it would take to do so only illustrates the degree to which I actually cared about him. I didn't. It was always about Kelly.

Honestly, I was too young to be able to fully grasp the immensity of her talent. Years afterward, in high school, in college, and in my 20s, I would return over and over to YouTube videos of her weekly televised performances, chiefly her cover of "(You Make Me Feel Like) A Natural Woman" by the legendary Aretha Franklin, wherein Kelly chose to show off just a hint of her actual range. I would also return later, as a Mariah Carey superfan, to her take on Mariah's cover of "Without You" (originally by Badfinger) as well as her post-Idol rendition of "Love Takes Time" in 2003 (not 2022!) to marvel, over and over, at how America really did strike gold on the first attempt. No reality singing competition winner since has ever come close.

That fateful finale, America voted for her—even my mom voted for her—and she won. She starred in that musical film, put out her debut album, notched a couple of hit singles, and might have disappeared altogether had her follow-up not been an actual blockbuster of a smash album.

According to MySpace, one of my high school peers back then admitted her embarrassment at Breakaway being the first CD she ever bought. It was maybe the third or fifth CD that I ever purchased when I decided to properly begin my own collection of physical music (which still endures today).

The Breakaway singles—"Breakaway," "Since U Been Gone," "Because Of You," "Walk Away," and, of course, "Behind These Hazel Eyes"—were inescapably omnipresent. For a good two years, it felt like she had a hit record on power rotation at every Southern California radio station, regardless of genre, regardless of time of day. And, for an angsty pre-teen about to embark on his own prolonged journey of introspection and depression, her songs hit home.

Like so many others, I spent my early teens in a constant cycle of self-discovery. Between my own class, race, and sexuality, my conscious was in overdrive. With regard to music, then, my precocious self decided that he was only interested in sad boy alternative rock bands, but Kelly was acceptable because she wasn't like the other pop stars. She was cool. Her songs were pop, but they had killer percussions and guitars and felt viscerally raw. Her music was real.

The chorus of "Behind These Hazel Eyes" goes as such:

Here I am, once again I'm torn into pieces Can't deny it, can't pretend Just thought you were the one Broken up, deep inside But you won't get to see the tears I cry Behind these hazel eyes

Despite almost never crying regardless of how empty I felt, despite having only kind-of-sort-of dated a girl for a month and therefore having basically zero romantic experience, despite not having hazel eyes, I related so hard to that song. It was one of the first songs I ever heard via LimeWire, it was one of the first songs I ever added to my very first iPod (mini), and it was one of the very first songs I ever had on constant repeat. I remember one instance at school where my iPod was confiscated from me because I was listening to it during our homeroom hours as we (they, because I never actually spoke the words) recited the Pledge of Allegiance. I didn't have any time to be or interest in being patriotic—I was busy listening to Kelly Clarkson.

Discovering her third album, My December, was another turning point for me. Breakaway proved she had angst; My December proved she had staying power. Every song off that third album felt as though it had been crafted, bespoke, for me. I was so angry—I didn't really know why—I just felt worthless and alone, as if nobody cared about me, as if my existence meant nothing, and her music somehow made my days more bearable as I counted down to the end of high school, when I could finally escape my suburban prison and be free to be me. (I'm lying, obviously, because I did know why I was so angry—my parents were beyond negligent—but I could do nothing but acknowledge that fact; I couldn't change my material reality until I graduated.) Kelly's music spoke directly to the lightless void within me, and I became such a fan that I even followed her WordPress. I didn't have a parasocial relationship with her (because that sort of obsessiveness is weird to me), but I really, really liked her music. To this day, My December is still one of my favorite albums of all time.

In 2014, I took a job at Sony Music for a year. I worked in marketing, setting up releases for new music across all of Sony Music's roster…which included Kelly. This was right after she'd released her first Christmas album, Wrapped In Red, from which the department had plenty of marketing materials (including a Kelly Clarkson cardboard standee; see: Four’s cover image) for me to take home, and just before her next proper album, Piece By Piece. One of my close friends tipped me off that Kelly would be in the office on one of my off days; to compensate for missing out on the chance to meet my favorite singer, I handwrote a letter for my friend to pass to her, in which I explained that I'd been a fan since I was a child, that I loved My December above all of her other works, and that I wanted her to release more Mariah Carey-esque songs. (I take credit for Meaning Of Life's "Medicine," which bears a striking resemblance to Mariah's "Emotions"—thank you, Jackster!)

But, my relationship with her would soon change, perhaps most of all due to a couple of my ex-boyfriends. I'll get into that next week.

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