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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Friend in an alleyway | my wife sent me this photo the other day and said "you HAVE to draw this." and I agreed completely <:
oops I was told you can only see the photo if you have a bsky account, so here's a screenshot of it!
I love this so much I want it permanently on my dash
The face Milhouse made haunted me for years. I don’t know what it is about that grimace that branded itself upon me but… it stuck. It stuck with me for years.
Even now, I feel a certain coldness
because its based on this picture of a French man watching the Nazis march into Paris in 1940
YOU GET THE FUCK BACK HERE AND EXPLAIN THAT RIGHT NOW
well damn
THESE PARENT BIRDS ARE SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE BIRDY DRAG QUEENS WITH FLAWLESS EYELINER AND THE BABY LOOKS LIKE AN UNFINISHED MUPPET AND I’M DEAD.
These perfectly done up geisha are just so proud of their strange little alien sock puppet.
this picture makes me happy
Every time I see this I think I laugh harder
They really do look so proud
So serious, so dignified as they bask together in the stupid looking lint monster that came out of one of their butts
I love this!
OH MY GOD YOU GUYS
this is why the world is beautiful, maybe its just me but i find this cool as fuck
“Your kid says hi.” -The sun
So I have just watched Wake Up Dead Man finally and I have thoughts.
So each Knives Out movie follows its own thing, I think that's fairly well established. Knives Out is unreliable narrators, Glass Onion is artworks and megalomaniacal CEOs, and now Wake Up Dead Man has religion as its core. (Side note, I legit was trying to work out if Wake Up Dead Man was based in like the 70's until iPhone was explicitly mentioned.) And there's definitely an essay already about this somewhere but I need to say it - Rian Johnson really captured being young and Catholic. There are so many elderly churches where nothing has changed since the Seventies, ironically, and those churches are dying. There's that line, "if the church ain't crying it's dying," being no screaming babies means the church won't survive a generation.
And then within that Rian Johnson also has anger and love and forgiveness. Fortitude and Grace. The older, angry way and the new, young, hip, modern, welcoming way. It's spelt out repeatedly, explicitly, without long exposition, a la Rian Johnson. And how what we've been led to believe keeps us angry for decades. The impressionability of children. How something you hear as a child can set the course of your entire life. About the healing nature of confession. I've often thought, before therapists, people confessed to the priest, a holy man or woman set apart from society, and begged for absolution. Not that I'm saying it's better than therapy, they're two different beasts. But therapy is the modern confession. Confession is the medieval therapy. Talking about it is important, no matter who to.
Ugh and the unravelling. I've hesitated on watching it for so long because really? Two and a half hours? But then Rian Johnson lampshades detective tropes, directly has Blanc talk about the Locked Room Murder trope, and I couldn't help but wonder if he saw that Tumblr post around when Glass Onion came out talking about all the detective novel tropes we still have to get Benoit Blanc stories out of, which explicitly mentioned Locked Room murders, and whether he decided, yeah, let's do that one next. And then as it progresses it felt like I was reading a detective novel, because we had time! The reason David Lynch couldn't interpret Dune in two and a half hours and Denis Villeneuve did in five is because books can spend five months in a location and movies have to sum up all that happened there into twenty minutes, max. My favourite scene in The BFG is when the butler in Buckingham Palace has to go around and find giant-size alternatives for forks and knives and spoons and a table, and in the film version those several pages are summarised in about 30 seconds, maybe a minute at most. But in Wake Up Dead Man, we have time to explore possibilities!! To have moments of doubt!! To have two!! Two!! Epiphanies!! And forgiveness! And two conclusions, at least!
And obviously I'm going to rewatch it and try and catch things. The great thing about Rian Johnson is trying to catch everything first time, and you reward yourself for doing it (by pausing and rewinding until I saw what the characters did first), but after the reveal you realise that it was a misdirect all along. If you're very eagle-eyed you can catch all the clues first time. It might be fun to rewatch it with someone who hasn't seen it and see what they spot.
Also also it's so nice that Daniel Craig has shed the look he had as James Bond. He definitely didn't enjoy all of those movies. The last one he was in was good, but you could tell in Spectre that his heart wasn't in it. So I'm glad that he's enjoying Benoit so much. Long may it last, but not longer than he wants it to go on for.
So, thank you Rian Johnson. Please make another one soon. I will eagerly watch it
Okay, I like this one a lot 🔪🔪⛷️🥧🇮🇹🙅🏼
Happy Pi Day everyone
Joy and whimsy… questionable? March 14th may or may not be joyful and whimsical.
I saw something talking about this on Instagram and I was so confused. Glad to have a visual to figure it out, thanks OP, thanks Academy, thanks SpongeBob.
Rest in peace ❌ Rest in pieces ✅
I like the implication that Caesar gets re-murdered each time
that's what makes it a ritual celebration
The Ides of March, coming soon to a coliseum near you. Knives not included.
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Free knives!!! Take one on your way down the dash!
A little early but I have the spirit!! *Especially if I forget to come online tomorrow* cough cough
@munnchausenzip i can't lie, it goes hard (x) (x)
I love me some keystone species
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.
in fucking Tears thinking about how disgusting a baby griffin would look
behold. my ugly son.
Species accurate version
wretched little creature
Now I want a graphic novel with a baby griffin adopted by a gruff knight or something
“bend over” “bend what? over”
I hate this place
The sun is setting later and later and I did some summer flowering seed planting today 😊😊 we made it.
Spin the wheel for your government assigned fursona*
*Not limited to mammals
Thoughts?
Hell yeah, this rules! I love it!
Not the best, but still really good!
It's okay, I guess. Could be worse.
I have no opinion one way or the other.
It's not great. I really don't care for it.
This sucks! I demand a respin!
NOOOOOOOO!!!
I got an ox, which is okay, I guess. It doesn't really represent me symbolically, but hey, could be worse. Meaning I respan (respinned? Respint?) and got a barracuda. So.
I was gonna post something but now I don't remember what I was gonna say :/
