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sometimes you find love, sometimes you find your fourth body this week because this is a murder mystery series
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you can find my art under #digital art or under it's ship tag
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The summer of 1953 in Kembleford | I Know The End by Phoebe Bridgers
HOT FUZZ dir. Edgar Wright | 2007
Columbo drawings
some details i really like from hot fuzz :-]
nicholas as a kid.........
the team's personal tastes in tea and coffee
this face nicholas makes when he's being touched which makes you appreciate even more how comfortable he is with danny later in the movie
two classics: the c word being the only swear word that's not censured and the white board in the background describing tony fisher
angel's pen is the only blue one !
i know that the spanish shaun of the dead dvd is a pretty known easter egg, but i'd like to point out that the sticker is conveniently placed on simon's face lol
aaaand nicholas being discreetly interested in danny's flipbook animation
there's probably morre but these were the first that came to mind
One thing I like about him is how he always stops to smell the flowers...
I just want to be… good at what I do. You are good at what you do, you just need to switch off that big ol’ melon of yours. That’s just it Danny. I don’t think I know how. I can show you.
SIMON PEGG and NICK FROST as Nicholas Angel and Danny Butterman in Hot Fuzz (2007) dir. Edgar Wright
You can’t tell me this wasn’t the hottest shit ever for Watson
hot fuzz really is the Movie Of All Time. supercop gets demoted to nowheresville, england (a place where the HOA is serial killers anonymous) and has to solve murders with the help of his sidekick, just some guy. the homoerotic tension between supercop and literally every man he interacts with (esp. some guy) could be cut with a blunt lead pipe & the cinematography makes it seem like supercop and some guy are going to kiss every other scene. also the villain is grief-induced psychosis + protecting veneers over the real thing and the writing is shakespeare levels of literary masterpiece. 10/10 would watch again
london's brightest
words cannot describe how much i love sullivans little backpedal and turn in The Shadow Of The Scaffold
You know what I would love to see? A little role reversal in the Yard's reactions to Holmes and Watson.
No one at Scotland Yard is put off by Sherlock Holmes. Sure, they all know he's a little weird, but in their field who's not a bit strange? And he's damn good at what he does too, and he's really very nice when you get to know him.
You know who they are terrified of? Watson.
Because Holmes had found himself a flatmate, and everyone was prepared for the certain level of strangeness that must accompany anyone rooming with one Sherlock Holmes. But Watson is deceptively ordinary, and that's where the fear starts.
Because this man is a civilian, a doctor, he wears knit jumpers for god's sake, and he should be the everyman presence at the Yard. But any officer can tell you that Watson is the one you need to watch out for, because Watson will shoot a man at point blank range for looking at Holmes wrong, and then have a cup of tea about it afterwards and look at you like you're the crazy one. Watson once tackled a serial killer for no reason other than the fact that he could and no one had told him not to. Watson, early on in his whatever-he-has with Holmes, had arrived at an absolutely gruesome double murder and not batted an eye.
So yeah. The officers at Scotland Yard are absolutely terrified of Dr. John H. Watson.
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 Titanic’s 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.
(Californian’s exact position at the time is…controversial. She was close enough to have helped. By all accounts she was close enough to see Titanic’s distress rockets. It’s 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.)
Carpathia’s Captain Rostron had, yes, rolled out of bed instantly when woken by his radio operator, ordered his ship to Titanic’s 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 Carpathia’s 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 don’t 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 three 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 awake–prepping a ship for disaster relief isn’t quiet–and 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.
Here’s 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 rooms–which, 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 she’d done that, he asked her to go faster.
I need you to understand that you simply can’t 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 reckless–it’s difficult to maneuver–but it puts an incredible amount of strain on the engines. Ships are not designed to exceed their top speed by even one knot. They can’t do it. It can’t be done.
Carpathia’s absolute do-or-die, the-engines-can’t-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 wasn’t 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 Titanic’s 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 Titanic’s 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 can’t 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 don’t regret making, but am actually HAPPY whenever I notice a surge in its circulation.
I never intended this to gain any traction at all (you’ll notice there’s no sources or anything–this 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 just….means a lot to me that it’s touched so many people. I see a lot of tags to the effect of “HOW DARE YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS AND MAKE ME CRY ABOUT A BOAT” 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 story–and God knows I never did, I learned it by complete accident much as most of the people who’ve found this post.
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. I’m 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 of…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.
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: It matters that they tried.
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 off–it 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 don’t have to fix the world. You’ll 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. It’s 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 didn’t stop. If it didn’t matter, you wouldn’t have read this far.
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I think one of my favorite bits in Columbo is how anybody who needs to call him just magically knows precisely which number to call, no matter where he is and who he's bothering
❗FATHER BROWN & FLAMBEAU ANIMATIC❗
