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PROPAGANDA

Mikage Souji:

Was also known in the series as Professor Nemuro - I don't know if he ever had a doctorate or not. He's referred to as professor, but he's also the age of a student. He is described as a computer-like genius and was working on some mysterious research project that he did not even know the goal of. He ends up burning down a building that has 100 boys inside of it. In the present day, he has not aged at all even though those events happened a long time ago…. and no longer goes by the name Professor Nemuro…. and now he gets students to come to his evil therapy elevator where he brings their darkest feelings to the surface and become Black Rose duelists, and then they go to try and kill the main characters of the show.

Dr Bryony Halbech:

She works on cryonic preservation, has killed multiple people while experimenting on them, and she kept traumatising her only survivor test subject as a part of her experiments. What makes her mad is that her morals are non-existent when it comes to her research

Dr Dick Hardly:

Yes, there is a character in a children's cartoon named "Dick Hardly." Though he was only in one episode, he's one of the most memorable villains in the show, effectively being Professor Utonium's evil counterpart. He tricks the Powerpuff Girls into giving Chemical X so he can make more PowerPuffs and sell them for profit. Like many mad scientists, he is mutated into a horrible monster at the end of the episode, and then killed by his own mistreated creations.

Dr Frankenstein:

Usually simply referred to as "The Professor", he is the creator of the various androids that serve the Phoenixes (Monster Royal family). His current form resembles that of a giant brain in a jar.

Inari Sakihira:

Using your scientific genius to turn your classmate into a dog without his consent, is not what we in the science biz like to call "Ethical"

Cave Johnson:

Gosh, Mr Johnson I never realised that large, morally questionable scientific facilities could be such a force for good in this world!

Pearl Forrester:

Clayton's mother who kills him and vows to continue his work as revenge for his death (even though she killed him). She drives a space van, survives multiple planets exploding while she was still on them, has an ego bigger than the sun, and hits people she doesn't like with cheez-its. One time she had a super chill porch-van chat with the guy she was torturing. Also pretended to be a roman goddess, ran a scam public television channel, stopped the timeline from being changed so gambling machines and chicken in a biskit snack crackers would continue to exist, gave LSD to robots because she could, drove her space van to LA to threaten famous movie critic Leonard Maltin, and spent at least an hour scamming a couple into thinking her evil castle was a cruise ship. I love her

Dr Clayton Forrester:

he's a mad scientist who lives a very unserious life in a cave, what's not to love? mad scientist activities include showing a guy in space (that he kidnapped because he didn't like him) bad movies until he cracks, then kidnapping a second guy to do the exact same thing to when the first one gets out. hobbies include killing and then reviving his second banana/roommate/boyfriend frank, dealing with the random people/fictional characters/entities that come to his cave, begrudgingly hosting thanksgiving, and creating inventions that are sometimes evil but mostly just kind of strange.

Monsieur Mallah:

A super intelligent gorilla who lives a simple life of peace with his cyborg husband. Aside from when they got bored and made a bunch of mutants. But aside from the army of mutants and making a black hole, they live a simple life of peace.

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.

Quirked up white gamer boy X Asexual purple vtuber girl.

Deadly combo.

Be aware.

Over the Garden Wall 10th Anniversary stop motion short by creator Patrick McHale and Aardman Animations

99% of fictional empires: Evil, meant to echo the imperialistic bullshit of real-world atrocities and the horrible history of colonialism. You know it's bad and meant to be bad.

The Wulfenbach Empire, AKA the Pax Transylvania: WOULD YOU ALL PLEASE JUST STOP KILLING EACH OTHER I DON'T EVEN WANT TO BE IN CHARGE I DO NOT WANT AN EMPIRE I WANT TO RETIRE AND RAISE MY SON JUST STOP VOLUNTEERING TO HELP THE LADY THAT WANTS TO MIND-CONTROL THE ENTIRE CONTINENT WHY ARE YOU ALL LIKE THIS

my favorite dril thing is when he'll just RT something from an account that hasn't posted in six years and it's clear he just came up with a stupid @ and checked to see if anyone had it

what if oregon trail was called wagon age: oregons

No copypasta has ever ruined my life as comprehensively as Hell Fuck Castle. I write tabletop RPGs, and now every time I read a lore blurb about an ancient ruined kingdom where everything was cool until the last ruler fucked it up, my brain whispers "King Big Sad Guy, who did the Flame Thing".

What I will always love about Over the Garden Wall, and what to me really makes it an autumn classic, is how the show presents the season as a transition. People like to say it’s a Halloween show, but it’s really an autumn show, autumn in all its faces.

Early in the show, we have autumn as the late, lingering summer. The fields are full, leaves cling to the branches. The world is painted in a greenish-gold, and it feels warm and rich and good.

And over the course of the show we lose that bit of summer. The colours bleach out. The mists come in. The harvest dances and music are done.

And by the end of the show, we get autumn as the harbinger of the coming season. Summer is long behind us. The long winter is ahead.

And I think it’s so appropriate that the show first premiered in November. When else are we more aware of how much the season has changed than when we are past smiling September and October and find ourselves with grey, patient November, watching the days get shorter and the nights grow longer.