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Crying bc the events of Pacific's Rim are literally happening right now. January 8 was the day Mako and Raleigh fought those kaijus in the Hong Kong double event. January 12 is the triple event where they close the breach. In two days we cancel the apocalypse.
JANUARY 12. ITS HAPPENING TODAY. ITS HAPPENING NOW. TODAY WE CANCEL THE APOCALYPSE!!!!!
āActing is not about anything romantic, not even fantasy, although you do create fantasy.ā
ā James Earl Jones
David Tennant pissing off the Prime Minister bc he told government officials to stfu over their anti-trans bigotry and Michael Sheen literally poisoning himself investigating corporations dumping toxic chemicals in underprivileged areas is NOT the energy I expected from 2024 but oh man am I here for it.
it feels so nice to get all these headlines in my inbox, finally some good fucking news
Just throwing this one in too!
even if the artist were a human, thereās so much more to consider about a piece of art than just how it looks at a glance
i mean thatās a long perfectly straight line, was it done free hand? was it done in a single masterful stroke leaving the same thickness of paint the whole way through? are the edges of the line sharp enough to warrant the use of a magnifying glass if you were going to search for errors/rough spots?
and if the artist didnāt paint free hand, or if it were done in multiple strokes with different thicknesses of paint, or with purposefully rough and uneven edges, why?
what about the colour? the position of the line on the canvas? the width of the line? the choice of leaving the rest of such a large canvas blank? thereās so much to consider
and on top of all this sometimes the artist will be a snail
it's girl scout cookie season. you know what that means.
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One of the best stories humanity ever produced was a draft of a rewrite of the Epic of Gilgamesh written by a Ecuadorian poet in 1935. It was tossed into a fireplace by an angry boy and lost forever. Another of humanity's best was told 65,000 years ago and was overheard by a small tribe of embarked Neanderthals boating down a river in what is now northern Georgia. A short woman at the bank scrubbed a wooden idol in the water and sang an ancient tale in an unknown language. These two are eclipsed by everything produced by two brothers at the coast of what is now Cameroon between 503 BC and 490 BC, which they shared with some family and friends, and were beloved by everyone except a sour uncle.
your boyfriend has big brown eyes like a baby deer? alright well iām in a car with my headlights on
Why Star TrekĀ matters.
Why representation matters too.
Everyone should know, in the 70s Nichelle Nichols went to NASA and asked why there werenāt black astronauts in the pipeline, and they said, āCome recruit for us.āĀ And she did.
āFrom the late 1970ās until the late 1980ās, NASA employed Nichelle Nichols to recruit new astronaut candidates. Many of her new recruits were women or members of racial and ethnic minorities, including Guion Bluford (the first African-American astronaut), Sally Ride (the first female American astronaut), Judith Resnik (one of the original set of female astronauts, who perished during the launch of the Challenger on January 28, 1986), and Ronald McNair (the second African-American astronaut, and another victim of the Challenger accident).ā (x)
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āHis first day was on location with Kylie Minogue, but all eyes, even Kylieās, were on Bernard. Heād turned up with a suitcase full of props, just in case, including a rubber chicken. And what an actor. Oh, really though, what a wonderful actor. We once took him to the TV Choice Awards and sent him up on his own to collect the award, and the entire room stood up and cheered him. Thatās a lovely memory. Heād phone up and say, āIāve got an idea! What if I attack a Dalek with a paintball gun?!ā Okay, Bernard, in it went! He loved Gill with all his heart; he mentioned her in every conversation we ever had. A love story for the ages. Iām so lucky to have known him. Thanks for everything, my old soldier. A legend has left the world.ā Ā ā Russell T. Davies
BERNARD JOSEPH CRIBBINS, OBEĀ (29th December 1928ā28th July 2022)
Winry works to make her automail as affordable as she possibly can, especially because the majority of people who need it are manual laborers and traumatized war survivors, but she charges Ed as much as possible because the military pays for basically everything he has and she'll jump at any chance to drain the government's coffers.
She gets a sadistic sense of satisfaction putting everything she can think of on the bill that Ed doesn't even look at and that Roy signs off on without reading.
Roy: Winry charged you 60,000 cens for three water cups.
Ed: That's actually charging for the water in the cups. She just gave me a glass from the kitchen and kept filling it.
Roy: And the 15,000 cen pillow fluffing fee?
Ed: Yeah, I don't know what to tell you, I think she just adds things at random.
Roy: Wow. I really admire her determination to drain our government's money. Your payment request has been approved.
which fictional death has affected you the most emotionally? like had you straight up crying your eyes out or similar responses
Itās happened! The first Blaze post has haunted my dash, and itās the fucking 95 theses.Ā
When I say hellsite (affectionate) this wasnāt the context I was thinking
This is the greatest website in history and I am never leaving
IāM SORRY IāM JUST SWEATING FROM MY EYES
āWe started out with clues and now itās student loans.ā Steve, PLEASE.
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25 YEARS OF BLUES CLUES?!
Yāall I watched this shit from the moment I came out of the womb. Who knew I needed fucking CLOSURE from Steve leaving me as a kid šš
Please make a post about the story of the RMS Carpathia, because it's something that's almost beyond belief and more people should know about it.
Carpathia received Titanicās distress signal at 12:20am, April 15th, 1912. She was 58 miles away, a distance that absolutely could not be covered in less than four hours.
(Californianās exact position at the time isā¦controversial. She was close enough to have helped. By all accounts she was close enough to see Titanicās distress rockets. Itās uncertain to this day why her crew did not respond, or how many might not have been lost if she had been there. This is not the place for what-ifs. This is about what was done.)
Carpathiaās Captain Rostron had, yes, rolled out of bed instantly when woken by his radio operator, ordered his ship to Titanicās aid and confirmed the signal before he was fully dressed. The man had never in his life responded to an emergency call. His goal tonight was to make sure nobody who heard that fact would ever believe it.
All of Carpathiaās lifeboats were swung out ready for deployment. Oil was set up to be poured off the side of the ship in case the sea turned choppy; oil would coat and calm the water near Carpathia if that happened, making it safer for lifeboats to draw up alongside her. He ordered lights to be rigged along the side of the ship so survivors could see it better, and had nets and ladders rigged along her sides ready to be dropped when they arrived, in order to let as many survivors as possible climb aboard at once.
I donāt know if his making provisions for there still being survivors in the water was optimism or not. I think he knew they were never going to get there in time for that. I think he did it anyway because, god, you have to hope.
Carpathia had threeĀ dining rooms, which were immediately converted into triage and first aid stations. Each had a doctor assigned to it. Hot soup, coffee, and tea were prepared in bulk in each dining room, and blankets and warm clothes were collected to be ready to hand out. By this time, many of the passengers were awakeāprepping a ship for disaster relief isnāt quietāand all of them stepped up to help, many donating their own clothes and blankets.
And then he did something I tend to refer to as diverting all power from life support.
Hereās the thing about steamships: They run on steam. Shocking, I know; but that steam powers everything on the ship, and right now, Carpathia needed power. So Rostron turned off hot water and central heating, which bled valuable steam power, to everywhere but the dining roomsāwhich, of course, were being used to make hot drinks and receive survivors. He woke up all the engineers, all the stokers and firemen, diverted all that steam back into the engines, and asked his ship to go as fast as she possibly could. And when sheād done that, he asked her to go faster.
I need you to understand that you simply canāt push a ship very far past its top speed. Pushing that much sheer tonnage through the water becomes harder with each extra knot past the speed it was designed for. Pushing a ship past its rated speed is not only recklessāitās difficult to maneuverābut it puts an incredible amount of strain on the engines. Ships are not designed to exceed their top speed by even one knot. They canāt do it. It canāt be done.
Carpathiaās absolute do-or-die, the-engines-canāt-take-this-forever top speed was fourteen knots. Dodging icebergs, in the dark and the cold, surrounded by mist, she sustained a speed of almost seventeen and a half.
No one would have asked this of them. It wasnāt expected. They were almost sixty miles away, with icebergs in their path. They had a responsibility to respond; they did not have a responsibility to do the impossible and do it well. No one would have faulted them for taking more time to confirm the severity of the issue. No one would have blamed them for a slow and cautious approach. No one but themselves.
They damn near broke the laws of physics, galloping north headlong into the dark in the desperate hope that if they could shave an hour, half an hour, five minutes off their arrival time, maybe for one more person those five minutes would make the difference. I say: three people had died by the time they were lifted from the lifeboats. For all we know, in another hour it might have been more. I say they made all the difference in the world.
This ship and her crew received a message from a location they could not hope to reach in under four hours. Just barely over three hours later, they arrived at Titanicās last known coordinates. Half an hour after that, at 4am, they would finally find the first of the lifeboats. it would take until 8:30 in the morning for the last survivor to be brought onboard. Passengers from Carpathia universally gave up their berths, staterooms, and clothing to the survivors, assisting the crew at every turn and sitting with the sobbing rescuees to offer whatever comfort they could.
In total, 705 people of Titanicās original 2208 were brought onto Carpathia alive. No other ship would find survivors.
At 12:20am April 15th, 1912, there was a miracle on the North Atlantic. And it happened because a group of humans, some of them strangers, many of them only passengers on a small and unimpressive steam liner, looked at each other and decided: I cannot live with myself if I do anything less.
I think the least we can do is remember them for it.
I canāt begin to describe how happy and flattered and a little teary I am that this just broke 100k.
I may be the actual only human being on Tumblr with a post this popular that I not only donāt regret making, but am actually HAPPY whenever I notice a surge in its circulation.Ā
I never intended this to gain any traction at all (youāll notice thereās no sources or anythingāthis was a personal ramble, prompted in good humor by a friend after I jokingly said that I wished someone would give me an excuse to cry about Carpathia on Tumblr so I could get it out of my system.) I literally expected to get, like, maybe 20 likes and a reblog, from friends, indulging me in my nonsense.
It justā¦.means a lot to me that itās touched so many people. I see a lot of tags to the effect ofĀ āHOW DARE YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS AND MAKE ME CRY ABOUT A BOATā that are often really funny, but overwhelmingly the tags on this post are from people saving it for a rainy day, or remarking in a sort of quiet awe that they never even really thought about her role in the storyāand God knows I never did, I learned it by complete accident much as most of the people whoāve found this post.Ā
And so many of you guys are taking strength and reassurance from the reminder not only that people are capable of amazing things together, but simply that kindness matters and that a simple, tiny act of compassion is never wasted. Iām just really glad to have been able to do that for some folks.
If I can just add one personal note. I need to emphasize something I only touched on in the original post.
I need to emphasize that Carpathia failed.
A lot of the tags and comments have a tinge ofā¦despair, or guilt, or wistfulness about things like this happening so rarely. Or inadequacy, or just being overwhelmed or unhappy about not being in a position to step up in a comparable way. And I want to gently bring up the fact that this is still the sinking of the Titanic.Ā
They did not get there in time. They did not save the ship. It can be argued that they may not even have saved a single life; we have no way of knowing. This was still a horrific maritime disaster mired in arrogance and incompetence and a lack of care.
If the response to this story shows anything, it shows this:Ā It matters that they tried.Ā
Even though they got there too late, even though the ship still sank. It matters that they tried. The difference between making the best reasonable speed after confirming the seriousness of the situation, and the miracle they pulled offāit matters. It makes all the difference. Even if it made no difference at all. Not one of you read this and concluded that I was stupid for caring so much when the Titanic still sank and all those people still died.
You donāt have to fix the world. Youāll likely be cold and sick and miserable and testy and scared, and unprepared, and in over your head, and entirely too small to be of any real use. It feels stupid, passing out blankets and coffee in the middle of an ice field knowing what just happened. Itās hard to feel anything but useless when all you can do is tap a wireless transmitter and promise help that you know will come too late.
It matters that they fought for those people. It matters that they cared, and it matters that they tried. It matters that they didnāt stop. If it didnāt matter, you wouldnāt have read this far.
