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Haymitch narrating: I love my girlfriend, her name is Lenore Dove, Dove like the color but kinda looks likes the bird. Her uncle is also gay and he is also covey. So is Lenore Dove. Lenore Dove and Burdock are cousins. Burdock is my best friend.

Katniss narrating: Everyone in district 12 hates me. They all despise me. Peeta is gonna kill in the Hunger Games because he also hates me.

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haymitch stood up to a peacekeeper to protect lenore dove and got "reaped". fast forward 25 years later, and he's doing the same thing, this time to protect katniss and peeta, and he gets legally reaped… augh my heart

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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.

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If there's one video game trope I unreservedly love, it's the Inexplicably Cool Mid-Boss. Some fucker with their own theme song and an objectively cooler design than the main villain just rocks up partway through some random mid-game dungeon and kicks your ass for three to five minutes, never to be mentioned again.

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Also I wanna say. I read books and read fanfiction that had 'adult content' in it from about the age of 13? I very specifically remember being in Year 8 and reading the book 'Marked' by P.C. and Kristin Cast. A scene confused me because it had reference to a character giving someone a blow job in a back alley. So I asked my mum to explain it to me and she took the time to sit down and explain what 'blow jobs' were. She didn't take the book away, she just explained and I learnt something and it wasn't scary it was just. A learning moment.

As I got older, I started needing online resources because I wasn't being told the information elsewhere. I remember in year 9 we had sex education that focused on condoms. At the end of the class I awkwardly went up to the teacher and asked about lesbian sex and protection. I was told that wasn't something we talk about in class and that id have to learn when I was older. So I turned to the internet, and looked it up there.

And look. I'm not saying that there's not a problem with increasingly younger kids being given free reign online without parents even thinking to care what they're looking at. I also don't think that 7 year olds should accidently stumble upon BDSM scenes. But how often is that actually happening?

And teen-agers who are figuring out who they are, what their sexuality is, and just you know. Reading stories. Writing stories even. Deserve avenues to think about and explore that and just generally work things out for themselves.

Also, the much much much more dangerous part of online behaviour for children and teens is grooming and predators online and these laws are going to do a dogshit job at stopping that from happening. Especially as the laws are explicitly teaching that online safety is about giving your personal details out to websites and companies rather than. You know. Keeping yourself safe online through pen-names.

Sorry I know I've been on one about this today, it just pisses me off.

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Alright kids say it with me

My thoughts don’t make me a bad person

My feelings don’t make me a bad person

My thoughts, feelings, and impulses only exist inside my head, and none of it matters unless I act on it

Nobody can see my thoughts or emotions

The only things anyone can see and judge me on are my actions

There’s no such thing as a thought crime

thank u

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reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.

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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????

I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.

Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?

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Corporate media does not cover stories that PBS will. It's that simple.

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I enjoy when RPGs don't bother to try to make their damage type keywords make any realistic sense at all. Fuck you, you just got shot with a poisoned laser beam.

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internet safety we were taught as kids: don't share ANY personal information with ANYONE EVER the british government: you don't want to give these random third parties your photo or driving licence showing your name, birthday, address and signature? are you perhaps a nonce?

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Life sim set in a fantasy small town whose economy has gone to shit because it's one of those open world console RPG settings that got retooled to be more fast-travel-centric a couple patches back and the town is located in one of those kinda fillery bits of countryside that everybody skips over these days.

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Nicholas Hoult & David Corenswet take lie detector tests

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mr sandman was playing in this gas station and the cashier and i both sang “man me a sand” at the same fucking time without hesitation