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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.
I can’t begin to describe how happy and flattered and a little teary I am that this just broke 100k.
I may be the actual only human being on Tumblr with a post this popular that I not only don’t regret making, but am actually HAPPY whenever I notice a surge in its circulation.
I never intended this to gain any traction at all (you’ll notice there’s no sources or anything–this was a personal ramble, prompted in good humor by a friend after I jokingly said that I wished someone would give me an excuse to cry about Carpathia on Tumblr so I could get it out of my system.) I literally expected to get, like, maybe 20 likes and a reblog, from friends, indulging me in my nonsense.
It just….means a lot to me that it’s touched so many people. I see a lot of tags to the effect of “HOW DARE YOU HURT ME LIKE THIS AND MAKE ME CRY ABOUT A BOAT” that are often really funny, but overwhelmingly the tags on this post are from people saving it for a rainy day, or remarking in a sort of quiet awe that they never even really thought about her role in the story–and God knows I never did, I learned it by complete accident much as most of the people who’ve found this post.
And so many of you guys are taking strength and reassurance from the reminder not only that people are capable of amazing things together, but simply that kindness matters and that a simple, tiny act of compassion is never wasted. I’m just really glad to have been able to do that for some folks.
If I can just add one personal note. I need to emphasize something I only touched on in the original post.
I need to emphasize that Carpathia failed.
A lot of the tags and comments have a tinge of…despair, or guilt, or wistfulness about things like this happening so rarely. Or inadequacy, or just being overwhelmed or unhappy about not being in a position to step up in a comparable way. And I want to gently bring up the fact that this is still the sinking of the Titanic.
They did not get there in time. They did not save the ship. It can be argued that they may not even have saved a single life; we have no way of knowing. This was still a horrific maritime disaster mired in arrogance and incompetence and a lack of care.
If the response to this story shows anything, it shows this: It matters that they tried.
Even though they got there too late, even though the ship still sank. It matters that they tried. The difference between making the best reasonable speed after confirming the seriousness of the situation, and the miracle they pulled off–it matters. It makes all the difference. Even if it made no difference at all. Not one of you read this and concluded that I was stupid for caring so much when the Titanic still sank and all those people still died.
You don’t have to fix the world. You’ll likely be cold and sick and miserable and testy and scared, and unprepared, and in over your head, and entirely too small to be of any real use. It feels stupid, passing out blankets and coffee in the middle of an ice field knowing what just happened. It’s hard to feel anything but useless when all you can do is tap a wireless transmitter and promise help that you know will come too late.
It matters that they fought for those people. It matters that they cared, and it matters that they tried. It matters that they didn’t stop. If it didn’t matter, you wouldn’t have read this far.
I made some weird Chumtoads
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my first time using Ibis paint, really fun but it makes my phone like a heated up iron
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Contrary to a previous study that claimed gender dysphoria in youth is a product of social trends, researchers found that many transgender youths are subject to bullying and suicidal thoughts
Before you say “Duh,” remember they are using the social contagion lie to make life saving health care from children and teens. Studies like this can be used in court to fight for the rights of children in our community.
How about “It’s about damn time.”?
Book mark this article, find the source study and bookmark that too. Drown them in facts, in truth, not to change their ways but to make sure they cannot spread their lies to others.
We just got handed a powerful tool against the transphobes. Use it.
Haven’t gotten all the way through the article yet, but here’s a good place to start if you want to gauge the potential accuracy of the two studies: The “social contagion” one surveyed 260-something *parents,* while this new study surveyed over 90,000 actual trans youth. The new study has a better design and a MUCH larger sample size, making its results significantly more likely to be accurate.
And to my fellow cis people, please remember not to grow complacent. Media is siding with trans kids, but that doesn’t mean the fight is won yet. The nazis know they’re losing and that means they’re gonna do everything they can to hurt and scare the trans community before their campaign falls apart. They want to put trans kids in death camps. They want to kill cis leftists. They want to create an ethnostate. Until GNC folks in the US are in a position that could be reasonably called safe, we need to keep fighting. This won’t go away on its own. This isn’t about “feeding the trolls”. It’s about preventing another Holocaust. America may not learn from its mistakes, but we can. Love, support, and fight alongside trans folks in every way you can. It’s time to step up or shut up.
For those who would like to read the paper, I found it here
OBJECTIVE. Representatives of some pediatric gender clinics have reported an increase in transgender and gender diverse (TGD) adolescents pr
okay so i actually read the paper and i really recommend doing so before you reblog it but here are the main points:
this study was conducted using data from a much broader census of american youth
they were primarily looking at the ratio of AMAB to AFAB trans people, since a lot of gender critical people claim that ‘young girls’ are uniquely vulnerable to ROGD and social contagion (gross)
it turns out, though, that there are still more AMAB trans people than AFAB! the ratio was about 1.5:1 in 2017 and 1.2:1 in 2019, so the proportion is shifting, but the moral panic about young women abandoning womanhood due to peer pressure is… demonstrably false
trans adolescents reported higher rates of bullying and suicide than their cis counterparts, INCLUDING cisgender sexual minority youth, so the argument that trans people are just gay and transition to become ‘straight’ is officially disproven (this is my personal least fave transphobic talking point, it just gets my blood boiling for some reason)
also a ‘substantial’ percentage of trans participants described their sexual orientation as non-straight so can we finally put that argument to rest :)
they then conclude that, due to the rates of bullying and mental health issues, it is unlikely that trans people are simply transitioning because it’s ‘trendy’ or they feel pressured to by their friends
so, yeah, the vast majority of this article will have most trans people shrugging and going ‘yeah we know’, but having an academic source to point to is hugely important, and it’s nice to see the findings being reported in the news as well
My Tiefling Cartographer (Bard) Trill, and my best friend's Half-Tiefling Barbarian Socks taking a short rest on the road prior to the start of the campaign. This is the first thing I've drawn in about a year so the linework is rougher than I'd like, and the rendering is... Well I've never been good at rendering art. But it felt nice to take a break from game development and just draw a couple characters I deeply care about (while worrying that Trill was gonna die but that's a story for another day)
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One reason to retire the "mtf"/"ftm" terminology is that I'm trans and sometimes I forget which kind
Trans femmes and trans mascs are two people navigating a dark forest in a storm, headed for each other's starting points.
And I lost my compass and map and ended up going too far down steam and ending up in Kentucky, again.
And don't get me started on AFAB/AMAB.
I wasn't assigned anything at birth because I wasn't born. I was found in the woods under a pine tree, in a pile of leaves.
What happened the to asteroid itself after the huge Impact? Was it just eroded away? With how big it was, there’s gotta be at least pieces of it left, right? This is thing that always get me with stuff like this. People almost never talk about what happened to the asteroid, though I don’t really have enough interest to seek the info myself so that could just be me not looking
most of the Chicxulub asteroid was vaporized on impact and settled into a layer of fine particles that's found in rock layers worldwide, but it also actually did punch all the way through the crust and into the mantle, completely destabilizing Earth's volcanic cycle, so slight traces of it may still exist inside the Earth as well!
but yeah this is what it looks like now:
that's the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs. it's both everywhere and nowhere.
I love the call-and-response between asking the intuitive question “it was so big so there must be pieces left, right?” and getting the terrifying answer “actually it was so big that there aren’t any pieces left”
The hard truth about autism acceptance that a lot of people don't want to hear is that autism acceptance also inherently requires acceptance of people who are just weird.
And yes, I mean Those TM people. Middle schoolers who growl and bark and naruto run in the halls. Thirtysomethings who live with their parents. Furries. Fourteen-year-olds who identify as stargender and use neopronouns. Picky eaters. Adults in fandoms. People who talk weird. People who dress weird.
Because autistic people shouldn't have to disclose a medical diagnosis to you to avoid being mocked and ostracized for stuff that, at absolute worst, is annoying. Ruthlessly deriding people for this stuff then tacking on a "oh, but it's okay if they're autistic" does absolutely nothing to help autistic people! Especially when undiagnosed autistic people exist.
Like it or not, if you want to be an ally to autistic people, you're going to have to take the L and leave eccentric, weird people alone. Even if you don't know them to be autistic. You shouldn't be looking for Acceptable Reasons to be mean to people in the first place. Being respectful should be the default.
This reminds me of that global warming comic, like

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