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“How hateful that the hand that kills me killed my brother; / how vile the vow - that empty word - you gave.”
She may not be a God, but Ariadne is a figure I think deserves the Hades treatment - when I was taking a class on erotic Greek poetry, her letter to Theseus in Ovid’s Heroides was one of my favourites, and by far one of the most tragic endings of the Heroines.
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MY BOY! Low-poly Razer with the juicy booty lives! There’s a few inconsistencies here that don’t make him quite on model, but for my first character model I’m feeling pretty proud.
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All right, since it's the anniversary of the Titanic sinking, do you want to tell us about how the Carpathia sank?
i very much want to do that.
I feel a little guilty, sometimes, over this. I made all these innocent people fall in love with Carpathia, and then they go to read more about her and learn she was unceremoniously sunk in WWI and it understandably upsets them.
But I don’t think it should. So today I’m going to tell you what happened on July 17th, 1918.
There’s…poetry, in the story of Carpathia’s final hours. Sometimes things happen that make you believe in fate. Parallels. Things that ring true, the echoes of harpstrings across time. History doesn’t repeat itself but sometimes it rhymes.
She was a comfortable little cruise liner, not flashy but safe and steady; perfect for getting people where they needed to go. Arthur Rostron having been promoted and given a new position following the Titanic rescue, she was under the command of a Captain William Prothero. The British navy commissioned her as a troop carrier at the beginning of WWI, transporting supplies and soldiers from Canada to the European front. On this mission, she was part of a convoy en route from Liverpool to Boston.
This is how Carpathia dies: On the morning of July 17th, 1918, she is 120 miles off the coast of southern Ireland.
So is the German submarine U-55.
She takes one torpedo on the port side; the damage is serious, yet not catastrophic. But it knocks out her wireless. Her attempts to send an SOS fail.
The second torpedo hits the engine room.
Three firemen and two trimmers are killed instantly in the explosion that dooms her. One life would be too many, five men are dead and five families are in mourning. I do not dismiss or disregard that loss. But there will be no more casualties today. Carpathia has never given people over to Death without a fight.
The order to abandon ship is given calmly and professionally, long before the situation becomes desperate. Lifeboats are lowered in time, and filled quickly. They know what they’re doing, and they do it well. By the time she begins to sink in earnest, every person onboard is safely in a lifeboat and well away from her.
She stays afloat exactly long enough to save them. There are worse ends for a good ship than this: No one dies in the sinking of Carpathia. There is no terror in the dark, no drownings, no one trapped and forgotten.
The U-boat surfaces. There’s a third torpedo.
Carpathia buckles quietly and starts to vanish, and that harpstring…shivers.
There was another group of lifeboats, once. Alone and facing death, too small, too scattered, tossed like toys and struggling to stay together. Helpless on the open ocean.
This is not the sinking of the Titanic. Carpathia has done everything right, and her people are still alive. They can still be saved. But this is not the sinking of the Titanic, and the threat is not cold and time but German torpedoes.
And this time, Carpathia cannot come for them.
There is a cosmic cruelty in this moment. It’s wrong, an injustice the universe can hardly bear. It’s not fair, for Carpathia’s story to end like this. It’s not right. 706 lives were saved because of a moment of kindness and a friendly wireless transmission; she should not go down cut off and silent, unable even to cry out. This ship who gave so much, who tried so hard, who broke and transcended herself in a thousand tiny moments of bright glory, burning hope as fuel against the dark–for her to die alone, and have no one even try to help.
U-55 comes about. Its machine guns train on the lifeboats.
HMS Snowdrop appears on the horizon.
She’s a little thing, relatively speaking; not a battleship, not a destroyer. A minesweeper sloop on patrol–important but not terribly prestigious. But another member of the convoy, seeing the steam liner taking on water and understanding the radio silence, has sent Carpathia’s SOS for her. And Snowdrop may not be the strong arm of the British navy, but she is no refit passenger liner.
U-55 has done what it came to do; its crew came here to eliminate ship tonnage, not risk themselves and their vessel over a few lifeboats. There is a brief exchange of gunfire with Snowdrop, but U-55 quickly peels off to run.
Carpathia disappears quietly. It breaks my heart that we lose her–but far better, always, to lose a precious ship than to lose her crew. She will sink and drift more than 500 feet below the surface before she settles, almost upright, on the ocean floor. She will rest there until 1999, when an expedition that could not bear to forget her, that could not bear not to try, will finally locate and identify her wreckage.
But that’s in her future. Right now, on a clear morning off the coast of Ireland, the minesweeper HMS Snowdrop takes on 215 people–save for the five lost in the engine room explosion, the entire ship’s company.
The date is July 17th, 1918, and RMS Carpathia has pulled off her last miracle.
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god remember that cursed tumblr phase where thered b like. personifications of websites constantly. and every personification would be white except for like, youtube or some shit. and tumblr would be a pale white girl with blue hair and a tardis sundress. deviantart was some scene kid, always. inevitably ppl would ship like google x wikipedia who were both white men with some 500 word fic in the comments followed by ship fanart.
this concept was also applied to things like planets and fast food chains and really anything else
remember when ppl shipped tumblr chan with 4chan
thank you for reminding me of these i hate it a lot!!
What your favorite Digimon season says about you
(I haven’t seen Young Hunters or Appmon, so hopefully I got those ones down okay… ^^’ I just used what I’ve read about them)
Tag yourself, I’m Adventure and Frontier
i’ll admit i’ve toyed with the idea of badly producing my own new season to GLTAS where razer and aya are the only faithfully recreated models
walkingdread made this fanimatic of my Uptown Goof video, and it’s pretty great.
This is disgustingly catchy for an 80′s anti-drug PSA song.
yall mind if i
abuse substances alone in my room instead of participating in human contact
Ok for some god awful reason YouTube recommend this to me.
It’s a surprisingly well edited fan video shipping Jim from Treasure Planet with… I guess both Ariel and her daughter Melody???
The video starts off like it’s Jim x Melody but then the prince cheats on Ariel with Princess Odette from tge Swan Princess???and then he goes to. Brothel made up of Jasmine and Esmeralda and bangs Jessica Rabbit bc she looks like Ariel?????? Then prince Eric murders his wife and child the end.
Ok so let me break this down for you guys.
We begin with our protag, Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet, arriving on the CGI ship from Frozen to whatever town Ariel and Prince Eric live in ok whatever.
Good honest Jimmy immediately becomes enthralled by the feminine wiles of Melody, the 12 year old half mermaid daughter of Ariel and Eric. Who is 12. Jim is 17.
They have some pleasant chit chat on the beach, as 12 and 17 year olds tend to do. Then Jim, for some reason, is at the ball (birthday? saturday night jam session?) for Melody because I guess 12 year olds have balls in this thriving beach-side society of terrible merpeople human hybrids. Jim appears smitten, gazing lovingly upon Melody’s bitchin’ eyebrows. I wish I knew how to fill in my eyebrows that good.
THIS IS QUICKLY TURNING INTO ROMEO AND JULIET AND I FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE
Ariel, meanwhile, watches a 17 year old space drifter flirt-bonding with her prepubescent child with the kind of sweet nostalgic smile only a woman who has felt the touch of an older man knows. The viewer appears to be only person in this universe feeling concerned.
BUT WAIT. Trouble in paradise for Ariel as Jim witnesses Prince Eric and Princess Odette, the vicious homewrecker, from The Swan Princess(was that disney? i dont think that was disney?) sharing a romantic moment in a super public place that isn’t very good for infidelity you wanna keep under wraps.
Mr. Hawkins breaks the news to Ariel, in a tense sea-side moment wrought with raw emotion and tension.
In a later scene Ariel joins Jim and Melody on the beach, where she remembers her days as a hot underage mermaid. Jim apparently now lusts after Ariel? Or did he not lust after Melody in the beginning and it was suppose to be like a sister-brother kind of situation that we where looking too much into? Is he in love with both an older woman and a younger woman that happen to be mother and daughter? I am still not resolved.
Ok so Jim definitely is in love with Ariel who turns him down, despite having watched him lovingly from her window in a prior scene. Jim has only one option…
Go to a brothel! Where Jasmine and Esmeralda are apparently supplementing their incomes with sex work. Apparently disgusted by their hip swaying Jim’s attention is drawn to…Jessica Rabbit. Who also lives in Little Mermaid Town because why not.
ARIEL’S FUCKING FACE SUPERIMPOSED ON JESSICA RABBIT
In a confrontation with Ariel over her supposed flirting with Jim, despite documented accounts of Eric’s own infidelity with a human-bird monster, Eric absolutely loses his shit and attacks Ariel with a fucking sword.
Then orders what I think is the Russian army from Anastasia to pistol whip his daughter unconscious. I am not sure if Eric thinks Melody is the hidden daughter of Ariel and Jim, even though she looks exactly like Eric, or if he’s just totally insane. It’s never really explained.
Eric has Ariel and his own daughter locked up in the dungeons, teaching his daughter that if mommy is a dirty flirt you get the shackles too I guess. Then suddenly I guess a fire starts and shit get’s real for Ariel and presumably Melody.
Jim Hawkins bravely rushes to the scene, facing the fires to save his mother daughter love triangle. Only to find that the flames have claimed their lives and he is too late. There is no word about Eric or the world-wide war between magical mermaids and humans he’s started by murdering the youngest daughter of the literal king of the sea.
Maybe the real treasure was the mermaid love triangle he found along the way.
VIRTUL ROLTY
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. They’re everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
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Sacré shit
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Truth Coming Out of Her Well to Shame Mankind, 1896 by Jean-Léon Gérôme
I’ve been thinking a lot about it and this is literally the best title of anything
so I guess it was some ancient Greek who said “truth lives at the bottom of a well” and I don’t know what he meant or why it stuck, but I’ve seen a lot of 19th-century references to it (because people always love showing off how much they know about stuff)
but I like this because imagine how fucking pissed off you would be if you lived at the bottom of a well in the first place, but then you had to climb all the way out of it somehow because humans were such unbelievable assholes that you were forced to yell at them in person
“I CAME OUT OF THE WELL BECAUSE YOU NEED TO STOP”
I just spit all over my phone lol
Why the fuck you lyin’
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