In Absolute Tears About The Pride Module At My Work

[ Find your better self. He is still there. ] 

Don’t think I need to tell yall how hard that one hit. The feelings and lines those folks improvise at that table!!!? 

 (Words: Quotes & additions by me)

“It’s like they just forgot to not get along.”

:’) utter self-indulgence, as always. reigen and dimple lose face for a moment and mob is perplexed

reblog this if you are gay, constantly tired, or a cryptic entity that merely inhabits a human form

Collection of Raw Quotes WITH Sources

There have been a few posts compiling what has been seemingly dubbed “raw quotes” from various sources. These quotes may be collected from tumblr shitposts, fanfiction, various forms of modern media, or classical literature and it is rare to see an actual source attached. Therefore I have and continue to put myself through an excessive amount of pain to create an ever growing collection of those quotable quotes complete with sources. (Published 5/29/2020. Updated 1/11/2021. Updated 7/2/2021 with dates and archived links. Current count: 106 quotes)

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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.

If you follow Selmers to the poetry society meeting in Night In The Woods, this is her poem. I loved it and the themes of the game, and wanted to use it as practice to see if i can control the way readers ‘hear’ the words through images.

Blackwatch times were fun but better days are yet to come  🎁

Best silly CritRole hiatus conspiracy theories:

Sam is busy because he is, in fact, the baby alien on “The Masked Singer”

They need extra time to plan epic Halloween costumes

Ashley’s dice curse has reached levels that require professional exorcism of the bad vibes, and the only available dice exorcists were booked solid for a few weeks

Taliesin has gone into his once-per-century hibernation and cannot be disturbed for a few weeks

Amelia use to live in a neglectful household in the more ghetto parts of the city. And every once and while she makes comments that reflect it.  

Can I see all the results in one place? The idea of taking the test multiple times and lying feels really disingenuous, but I love love LOVE the way you've written them, and I need to see as much as I can. ❤

of course. here you are, in order:

[ID/ red. you are angry, aren't you. how apt. you laugh and you show your teeth when you smile and you never, ever let your audience forget that you are dangerous, and then when your theatre clears you do not stop performing. you have not stopped in a very long time, because when you do someone is going to see you as a person instead of a pedestal, and that is not an option. when you are vulnerable again, you will be held. /END ID]

[ID/ orange. and icarus said to aphrodite- so this is what i'm for. you have a distant awareness that the day you fall is the day you change. change is so very difficult, isn't it? watching everyone leave? you want the light so desperately, but you fear it. one day it will come for you. one day you will stop mourning the future and start mourning the present, and it will be peaceful. /END ID]

[ID/ yellow. you act, you move. you laugh and conduct light with your bare hands and you are so, so sweet. honey comes from smoke, and so do you. your jaw clicks in and out of place when you smile, and you are a prop for other people's lives. you don't blame them. you don't think you know how. /END ID]

[ID/ green. oh, darling. you only chose to wear green because someone told you you look good in it. it's much the same with the rest of your life- you give advice, you're good at giving advice, and you're good at being everything they need from you. when is the last time you weren't useful? when is the last time you weren't cunning, and biting, and brilliant? when is the last time you thanked yourself? /END ID]

[ID/ blue. what are you mourning? where will you put the sky when your shoulders give out? atlas, quick-tongue, kind and kind and kind and how, you wonder, will you make them love you? there is a line between manipulation and everything else, and to get the things you needed (shelter. food. a hand off the ground.) you twisted things until you forgot how to do anything else. stop laughing, love. someone will hold you when you run out of clever words. /END ID]

[ID/ purple. you have been used. you carry the world under your tongue, which is the safest it can be with you, and you glare at those who try to take it from you. what else are you good for, you wonder, if not being used- better than being ignored. you don't need them to tell you your own name. fight back. /END ID]

[ID/ pink. you want badly to be kind, to be loved, to be precious, missed when you're gone. you are terrified of being the thing you fear. you want people to come looking for you. you aren't and never have been one dimensional, even when everyone else insists it would be easier if you were. /END ID]

[ID/ black. tell me about isolation, beloved. tell me about loneliness in a crowd of thousands, about painting yourself deaf, about becoming something nobody can hold in their hands without it stinging. you are still breathing, out of spite or otherwise. sing with me. /END ID]

[ID/ grey. repression tastes like chalk. you build yourself a lighthouse and haunt the stairwell all on your own- you think it's funny. you are angry, and tired, and people want so much from you but never listen when you speak. don't be petty- keep talking- i will listen. /END ID]

[ID/ white. you are a caricature of yourself. you are blank, and cruel people perceive that as purity. fangs are white, too- learn to bite. learn to rip and tear. you would benefit from finding another colour to swallow down. protect yourself. you deserve it. /END ID]