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#Goblinshark and #mrshark.

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

sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont

Pineapple on pizza is fucking delicious 😋.

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What's your most controversial opinion about food?

#🩰

reblog and put in the tags your favorite emoji

This is insane.

It just occurred to me that people do not know about what some people make chicken coops out of and it’s a Shame

When I was a kid, a friend of mine got into trouble for a story.

We’d grown up down the street from one another in a rural neighborhood and he was pretty much my best/only friend until I was 7 and his family moved away. Then, several years later, when the internet was more of a thing, we reconnected and chatted online (this was the days of AIM and hotmail). 

I’d gotten into message boards, and we wound up on some of the same RP and writing forums with assorted other friends I’d made, and some of the RPs we wrote got… kinda dark. The group of us were nerdy, precocious kids whose parents didn’t keep track of what we read and so we digested some dark shit (everything from Edgar Allen Poe to Stephen King), and in our bumbling, childish way, explored and interacted with the themes we encountered through the fiction we were writing. This took place though middle school and into early high school.

One day, my friend wasn’t online. Or the next. I didn’t think about it much, as his activity was often sporadic at best, until my mom told me she’d heard from his mother and it turned out he was grounded. Apparently, his mom had gone on his computer and had found a story he’d been working on. A very dark, very grisly story, written from the point of view of a serial killer, stalking his victims.

I knew about this story. I’d read some of it. See, my friend was playing the antagonist/villain on an original fiction group RP some of us had set up, and wrote the story to explore his character’s backstory and motivations so he had a better grip on them when writing the character in our roleplay. And the kid was actually a pretty damn good writer. 

His parents, however, didn’t see it that way. He got in trouble, and I got to listen to my mom go on and on about how disturbing it was, how upset his poor mother must be, how glad she was that I wasn’t like that. 

And I said nothing.

I didn’t explain the context, even though it might have helped mitigate his punishment, if they realized he was just playing the villain in a group story and wasn’t some Columbine-in-the-making psychopath. I didn’t explain that I wrote characters even more depraved (though it shouldn’t have surprised anyone that I had, considering I was the kid obsessed with The Telltale Heart in the fifth goddamn grade).  And I definitely didn’t explain that I absolutely was ‘like that’, in that I was fascinated by the morbid stories and dark scenarios in my literal hundreds of books. 

Because I was scared shitless. Of being in trouble, sure, but also of being judged, and of being rejected and told I was sick and wrong. 

I hid my writing. I locked the floppy disks with my stories and wrote my notes in code. I became an expert at hiding my internet history and concealing my work from my parents. I continued to create, but largely in secret. To this day, my mother hasn’t read a single word of my fiction. And for years, I thought there was something wrong with me. That there was something fucked up, something dark and broken, something perverse that made me like that. 

Eventually, (and I mean YEARS down the turnpike here) I got past that and realized that plenty of people write dark stories and are perfectly well-adjusted, and that it’s not an indicator of being defective in some horrible way. And oddly enough, stumbling into fandom in my early 20s really helped me with that. Finding out that the kinds of stories I wrote that filled me with the most shame, the most self-loathing, were a whole goddamn genre, and that I wasn’t this strange little degenerate alone in the universe, but actually had pretty common narrative kinks? Was both a revelation, and a relief. 

Which is perhaps why I find it so upsetting now when I see people in fandom passing moral judgement on people over goddamn fiction, harassing or  ostracizing them based purely on the fact that the content they consume or create fails to meet some standard of purity. 

I’ve been watching people catch hell for stories since junior high, and I’m getting real tired of that shit. 

When I was 12, I said nothing. I was scared. Now, I know better, and I’m less scared and more salty, verging into downright irked. So I’m saying: Please, stop. Stop telling people they’re evil or warped for writing fictional stories about fictional characters just because they aren’t to your taste. Stop telling people they can’t explore darker themes or dynamics in their work, because it squicks you out. Stop being judgmental and obnoxious about something as societally inconsequential as fanwork, and stop suggesting there’s something wrong with people to make them like that.

We’re talking about stories, and stories are ideas; not actions. 

Judge people by the latter. 

(And no, my childhood friend did not go on to become a serial killer. Crazy method fucker turned into a huge theater nerd and was working on an MFA from an ivy league school last I checked)

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.

Mortuary studies. I'll tell y'all more later.

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What’s a random subject you know entirely too much about?

Yes, this is my face.

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Show us your phone's lock screen!

Berk

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What fictional world or place would you most like to visit?

Toothless, Quasimodo, and, Hiccup.

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If you could have dinner with three fictional characters, who would you choose?

Daddy Schlonglegs, for sure.

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What legendary Tumblr post would you show someone who has never been on Tumblr before?

London

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If you could live anywhere in the world for a year, with no language or financial barrier, where would it be?

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.

Yep, that's Walmart for ya. Still fun, tho.

Happy 4th of July

Be wary, my dudes (and puppers!)

Dog owners please be aware.

Nope

you have to fistfight your tumblr pfp. do you think you’d win

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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.

put in the tags if you have any animals and how old they are

the “pleasure to have in class” to overly active tumblr user pipeline

oh fuck it’s disability pride month

shoutout to those with chronic illness, physical handicaps, genetic disorders (yo that’s me!!), paralyzed folks, amputees, people who were disabled in accidents, those who were born with their condition, those with mental disorders, those with ptsd, blind folks, deaf folks, people who use wheelchairs, those who have to lug around equipment or else they die (hey that’s me again) and people who have a whole shelf in their fridge or pantry dedicated to their meds. we are loud and beautiful and diverse and incredible. may we finally get the same rights as our abled counterparts

and may accessibility departments return our goddamn phone calls

reblog if your name isn't Amanda.

2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!

We’ll find you Amanda.

#Lucia di Lammermoor

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

#omg, so many #Keeping up with the Kardashians #Dance Moms #FUCKIN' TODDLERS AND TIARAS #etc.

Reblog and put in the tags a show(s) you're glad you never got invested in

#I'm a soprano

Reblog and put in the tags a fun fact about yourself

#yes

Who cares if you’re male or female put in the tags your answer to the REAL question: do you like pineapple on pizza

#Toothless #Hobbes #Maggie #Horton

reblog and put in the tags the names of all the childhood stuffed animals that you can remember

#that we're all a bunch of methheads #but it does get really humid in the summer #Missouri

Reblog and put in the tags a stereotype about the place you live that you don’t agree with, and a stereotype about the place you live that IS true

#two

Reblog and put in the tags how many sets of twins you know irl