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video game companion: we have to go right now we have to complete this SUPER URGENT quest, everyone is relying on us the WORLD is relying on us

me stopping to loot every single corpse:

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Reblog if you still love Arthur Morgan and RDR2 even though it’s been two years since the game came out.

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y’all are coming back to my sadie and karen posts??? gays??? were you hibernating??

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spiraling. think im gonna replay rdr2 to make me double sad 😔👊

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my love for the cowboy echos in eternity

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when you finish chapter 6 and have to play the rest of the game as john

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How did you get the silver dapple pinto as arthur? I thought most ways of getting it were patched out.

There are two ways that I know of, one involves roping npcs off their horses, I don't really know anything about that one. It tanks your honor and I didn't want to do that.

The second way is a glitch involving a random npc event

You know the woman you can sometimes come across, she says her horse died on her and twisted her leg and she needs a ride back home to Emerald Ranch? Her horse is the silver dapple pinto Missouri Foxtrotter. Usually when you ride up on the scene the horse is laying on the ground dead and the woman is limping away. Sometimes the game glitches and the horse doesn't die, it's standing there hunched over in pain, alive but just barely. The woman is still limping away saying her horse died. If you get on the horse and ride off, heal it and then stable it, it's yours! It can be a little tricky to get her to spawn though

So, these are all the spots on the map (that I know of, there could be more) where this npc can spawn

What you want to do is go to your base camp, I'm currently in chapter 2 so it's Horsehoe Overlook. Sleep until morning so that you're starting at 6 am, the npc tends to spawn the most between 8 am and 12 pm. As soon as Arthur wakes up, save the game. Ride from camp to each spawn point. My route looked like this:

If you see her and the horse is dead, reload your last save and start again. If you ride the entire route and don't see her at all, try entering a town and leaving, going back to camp and sleeping until morning again (make sure it's the actual gang camp, not a field camp, for some reason only the gang camp seems to restart the cycle) or playing a mission. Then re-ride the route. Eventually (it took about an hour of real time for me) you'll come across the woman and her horse, with the horse standing and looking barely alive, at which point it's yours for the taking.

This trick doesn't seem to work if you've already rescued the woman before and taken her home.

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this game is so fucking sad lol

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it’s about time i headcanon arthur morgan as a cancer sun, scorpio moon, and aries rising

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PUNISHER Phoebe Bridgers

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Moon song by Phoebe Bridgers

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Garden Song, Phoebe Bridgers

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taylor swift // phoebe bridgers lyric parallels

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“I have no faith — and that’s what it’s about. My friend Harry put it in the best way ever once. He was like, ‘Man, sometimes I just wish I could make the Jesus leap.’ But I can’t do it. I mean, I definitely have weird beliefs that come from nothing. I wasn’t raised religious. I do yoga and stuff. I think breathing is important. But that’s pretty much as far as it goes. I like to believe that ghosts and aliens exist, but I kind of doubt it. I love science — I think science is like the closest thing to that that you’ll get. If I’m being honest, this song is about turning 11 and not getting a letter from Hogwarts, just realizing that nobody’s going to save me from my life, nobody’s going to wake me up and be like, ‘Hey, just kidding. Actually, it’s really a lot more special than this, and you’re special.’ No, I’m going to be the way that I am forever. I mean, secretly, I am still waiting on that letter, which is also that part of the song, that I want someone to shake me awake in the middle of the night and be like, ‘Come with me. It’s actually totally different than you ever thought.’ That’d be sweet.”

— PHOEBE BRIDGERS on “Chinese Satellite” via Apple Music

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I See You (2020), Phoebe Bridgers

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PHOEBE BRIDGERS By Davis Bates for Wonderland Magazine (2020)

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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.