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MadaTobi Week 2024 is Coming!!!

We’re thrilled to announce MadaTobi Week 2024 will take place November 9-16! Each day will have two unrelated prompts. You may use either or both for each day, and there is a free day if none of the prompts are to your taste. 

This event is about having fun and celebrating the MadaTobi ship! The rules are simple and straightforward– make sure your works are new for the event, and that any content warnings are tagged appropriately. We’ll be open for late submissions for one week after the event ends.

If you have any questions, please refer to our links for General FAQ and Rules. Our ask box is also open for any additional questions!

Please note that there will be no buttons/physical merch this year. We’re very excited to see all the content everyone comes up with! 

Our AO3 Collection is here, and will open when the event week starts.

Rec Day, 🍃 Day 0: Saturday, November 9

This year, we will have a Day 0 dedicated to making recommendations!

Uplift your favorite artists and writers in the fandom by recommending their work! Here are some suggested prompts to get you started, but feel free to use any criteria! You may recommend a single work or multiple, but we encourage you to put them all in one post for ease of browsing. 

Favorite: recommend your personal favorite fic/art/piece of media(s)

List: curate a list of recommendations

Under-appreciated: Make recommendation(s) with <500 kudos on ao3 //100 likes on tumblr/twitter

The week's prompts are also listed under cut:

🍃 Day 1: Sunday, November 10

Fantasy // Court 

🍃 Day 2: Monday, November 11

Time-Travel // Hanahaki 

🍃 Day 3: Tuesday, November 12

Cultural Differences // Traditions 

🍃 Day 4: Wednesday, November 13

Children // Vows

🍃 Day 5: Thursday, November 14

Secret relationship // Seals 

🍃 Day 6: Friday, November 15

Political Hostage // Confessions

🍃 Day 7: Saturday, November 16

Free Day

PLANET HIPSTER

Preceding a visit to Planet Hipster, the captain and his senior staff deal with a fashion conundrum…

Inspired by these two pictures at jim_and_bones. Click here to see high quality version.

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     But, much to Madara’s disdain, Tobirama doe not care one bit for the condition Madara is in. He had seen Madara in various states of disarray, with his face messed up, bloody, with twisted arms, and then beyond. Strangely enough, he thinks the wild battle-rage type of a look fits Madara more than any proper look ever could. And this is coming from him without any other intentions in mind. Just that. A simple appreciation of one’s aesthetics. If it can even be called that.

    Yet, luckily, Tobirama’s appreciation for seeing Madara all beat up does not show that much on his face. That would be awkward. Instead, he looks almost tentative. Thoughtful. Carefully he presses his fingers to Madara’s nose, feeling along one of its sides.

    “It’s not broken. Merely fractured, probably. There is nothing necessarily to fix there. Just better get some painkillers and ice for it. As for the discolouration, well, buy yourself some make-up strong enough to cover it if you mind so much.”

    It really isn’t anything too tragic and Tobirama isn’t sure whether to be disappointed or relieved, so he settles on being somewhere in the middle, using his other hand which he places on Madara’s jaw to turn his face a bit to see his nose from a different angle just to make sure that there indeed is no bump or any visible damage besides the bruising and dried blood.

    Speaking of the blood, Tobirama moves aside to throw away the bloody tissues seeing as Madara no longer needs them - the nosebleed has long since ceased. All that remains are the dried bits. For that, Tobirama reaches into his messenger bag, digging around for a while before he finds what he’s been looking for.

    “Here, you might need this,” he then thrusts a small packet of wet tissues at Madara’s chest, holding it there until Madara decides to take them. Which he should unless he wants to risk Tobirama wrestling him into that too.

    “You are lucky,” Tobirama adds as an afterthought, Not that he would want to absolutely ruin Madara’s visage per se, but at least he doesn’t have to suffer the consequences and Madara is still the same old. Hawk nose or not. Tobirama prefers him this way and so does everyone else. Or at least he thinks so.

    “Stay here and clean yourself. I’ll run in and get the painkillers. If they see you, they will call he cops on us and I am not getting banned from a pharmacy of all places.”

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Art raffle

Hello everyone! I’ve been putting this off for months now but I’ve finally come across the decision to hold a raffle for reaching 1000 followers a while back!

Thank you to anyone who’s followed me and hope you’ll stay for a while before you get tired of me, haha :D

This raffle won’t be like the ones I did in the past, it won’t be a fanfic raffle since I know that with upcoming events in the next months I probably won’t have time to work on it or read fic so, maybe next time.

The winner this time will receive a drawing of one character of their choice. Doesn’t matter if the character is a fanart character or an OC, all are welcome. Content can be either SFW or NSFW. For the people who don’t think they’ll be lucky enough to win this, you can still have a look at my COMMISSIONS

So, anyway, HERE ARE THE RULES:

1. Since this is a follower appreciation raffle, you MUST be a follower. New followers welcome. If you decide to follow me just for the raffle tho…just go home, boys.

2. Like and Reblog this post (if you’re reblogging stuff to an account different than your main, let me know it’s you)

3. Comment/or tag in the tags your favorite ship/fandom because why not :^)

WINNER WILL BE CHOSEN ON THE 23RD OF MAY, NEXT SUNDAY

Have a nice day everyone!

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.

what do you mean this isn’t how the episode went?

a non-selective plan for the resurgence of fic commissions

打鐵花 (da2tie3hua1; struck iron fireworks) is a traditional folk firework that began in Henan and Shanxi, first arising in Queshan county, Henan and later circulating through the whole country. It had first appeared during the Northern Song dynasty, and was most popular during the Ming and Qing dynasties.

For Queshan struck iron fireworks, a two-layer pergola is built and covered with willow branches for performances, under which the molten iron is struck up with two willow sticks to create a rain of fire.

[eng by me + edited an ad out]

(On top of the information in the video, I have some more about its recent history under the cut.)

*Also, a note about one of the subtitles: I realized later that "going into battle without a shield" actually just meant going shirtless. I was only confused about this phrasing while translating because she didn't go shirtless, although that is for obvious reasons

Queshan struck iron fireworks had almost been lost before Yang Jianjun unearthed it again in 1988. It had almost died out in the early years of the Republic of China being established, after which there had only been three performances until 1988: 1952, 1956, 1962. Yang Jianjun had seen the 1956 performance as a 7-8 year old and later on as the director of a cultural centre, began digging up the skill and its history. In the process, he became an apprentice to Li Wanfa, who had been the last head of the Queshan Struck Iron Fireworks Society. He practised with sand and water, learning of its historical origin, its ancestral inheritors, craftsmanship and performance arts, but didn't touch the real thing until 1988. Through Yang Jianjun's efforts and investment, the first struck iron fireworks performance in more than 25 years took place in Nanshan Square (then a deserted area) in Queshan county.

Queshan struck iron fireworks are different from other struck iron fireworks in that it requires a wide area to perform, whereas others only needed a wall or could be hit straight up into the air, and it costed much more money to set up.

The names of inheritors are difficult to trace, and can only be traced back to the Qing dynasty during the Qian long period, making Yang Jianjun a sixth-generation inheritor, and Jiang Xunqian (OP) the first woman and a seventh-generation inheritor.