#was Mad Because My Dad Went Out Drinking With His Friends. ON. MY. BIRTHDAY.

#I'm a soprano

Reblog and put in the tags a fun fact about yourself

Okay, I have to say something.

When I joined Tumblr in 2017, it had its faults. But - so many people interacted or commented or reblogged. On everything. It was such a fun little community of Star Wars fans and everyone else I was mutual with.

And now... it's crickets. I get that people have lives beyond fandoms, move on from interests, cycle through interests - but that's not what I'm saying.

No one reblogs anymore. With comments. Rarely. I get mostly hearts, but I have no idea what people actually think of most chapters and stories.

I know I've been in and out of the fandom since the pandemic started, due to my own personal reasons. Is that what this is? People don't want to interact with someone that's rarely there, and now that I finally beginning to enjoy fandom and writing again... There's no one.

And saying "find a different audience" or "follow new people" doesn't fully work. I might not like everything they post about and want to filter 10+ more tags to enjoy what I do care about.

I go through the tags, I know what pops up and what doesn't when you scroll. I've gone on friends Tumblr's and done the same thing.

Is this because Instagram and Twitter has created a reality that you shouldn't comment or reblog, less you're a stalker?

For a platform like this, reblogging and commenting on stuff shouldn't be a big deal. And if the OP doesn't want to engage...they don't have too. And they can delete your comment too, block you - and it has nothing to do with you as a person, because while your online persona reflects you, it isn't the person your coworkers, friends, and family know you as. And that's okay.

In the end it's just the internet and I'm just rambling about my thoughts here on this hellsite.

#Goblinshark and #mrshark.

reblog and put in the tags your favorite species of shark.

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 respondibility 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.

reblog and put in the tags random words you now associate with a certain fictional character (like they character says this word a lot or something so now you always think of them)

Say in the tags what instrument you play or if you’re a singer

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Hiccup: So. Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Astrid: ...I did. I broke it.

Hiccup: No. No you didn't. Tuffnut?

Tuffnut: Don't look at me. Look at Fishlegs.

Fishlegs: What?! I didn't break it.

Tuffnut: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Fishlegs: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Tuffnut: Suspicious.

Fishlegs: No, it's not!

Ruffnut: If it matters, probably not, but Snotlout was the last one to use it.

Snotlout: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Ruffnut: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Snotlout: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, Ruffnut!

Astrid: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Hiccup.

Hiccup: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Ruffnut: Hiccup... Tuffnut's been awfully quiet.

Tuffnut: REALLY?!

*Everyone starts arguing*

Hiccup, being interviewed: I broke it. I burned my hand so I punched it.

Hiccup: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Hiccup:

Hiccup: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

Will listen!

🎵

She's not a bad kid

She's not a bad kid

But she had to do it

She had to do it

They're not a bad kid

But they had to do it

They couldn't not

They had to face off

She's not a bad kid

But they had to do it

She had to crack

She had to kill Pop

-- Hayloft II (Mother Mother)

#Lucia di Lammermoor

Reblog and put in the tags the opera you are thinking about 

im sorry to pop off with this and i know i shouldn’t be complaining, but i’m giving free content.. taking MY TIME to put things out .. one of the reblogs was me .. this isn’t instagram !! reblogging literally takes one second :/ call me what you will, but i find it discouraging, and i know a lot of other very hard working people do too.