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showslow: “ “Dream Island”. Karmen Pedaru by Claudia Knoepfel and Stefan Indlekofer for Marie Claire Italy May 2008 ” Reminds me of Veronica Mars. “You know how things are going to be from now on, don’t you? You have to know.”
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“Dream Island”. Karmen Pedaru by Claudia Knoepfel and Stefan Indlekofer for Marie Claire Italy May 2008

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Reminds me of Veronica Mars. “You know how things are going to be from now on, don’t you? You have to know.”

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Sorry to bother you… Firstly I have to admit I’m a big fan of you: you tumblr rocks and I don’t want start with your fanfic (they are amazing every one). I share almost every opinions about VM with you. I consider you expert of VM and most particularly of Logan Echolls! I have a big question for months now: Why the obligatory sarcastic jackass of the show become obligatory psychotic jackass for all fans? Any Ideas? thanks so much. And you impress me! Keep writing. Sorry for my english

You’re not bothering me at all.  Thank you so much for the feedback on my Tumblr and my stories.  

I’m not sure I’m correctly understanding your question, but I think you’re asking what is it that makes the fans fall in love with a character who’s such an ass?

The obvious reason would be that people just love snarky bastards.  Just look at Spike, and Pacey, and Sawyer, and Damon and Eric Northman.

But I think the better answer would be that we admire the hell out of Logan. He’s a force of nature.

We’ve seen people rocking in the corner who have had to deal with much less than he has by the age of 19.  But no matter how many times you knock him down, he’s still going to keep getting back up again.  Take away his family, take away his friends, burn down his house, frame him for murder, and he’s still going to keep on going.  He’s indomitable.  In his own words:  "I tend to bounce back.“

And then there’s the way he loves.  He had to be aware that parents were supposed to keep their children safe.  But his mother taught him that he wasn’t worthy of that kind of protection. Then she showed him he wasn’t even worth living for.  His father taught him that people who love you will derive pleasure out of causing you pain.  Lilly and Caitlin taught him that he wasn’t worthy of fidelity.  Even Veronica taught him that he was guilty until proven innocent. With all of that, nobody could blame him if he were to shy away in terror at the very mention of love. But he doesn’t.  He loves so hard and so unconditionally. He puts himself out there when so many of us let a single broken heart turn us bitter.  I’m jealous of his bravery.      

He zigs when you expect him to zag.  

He’s a jackass, but he still has his own moral code.  And do whatever you want to him, but don’t even think about screwing with the people he loves.  

  • Because of the little skip in his step when he has every reason to hate the world.  
  • Because spin kisses,and giggle kisses.  
  • Because he has Newton’s 2nd Law tattooed on his heart.  
  • Because his hand gestures don’t even make sense half the time, but they’re awesome anyway. 
  • Because we never have to guess what he’s thinking.  It’s all over his face.
  • Because he always pauses in the middle of his dramatic exits to give Veronica the information she needs.  
  • Because he keeps her real.  
  • Because brings out the best in Weevil.  
  • Because he’s so damn affectionate.  Forehead kisses and head kisses and hair brushes.
  • Because some of his cargo pants and striped shirts are better suited for a four year old
  • Because…Anthropomorphic
  • Because he splashes with his flask more than he drinks out of it.
  • Because somebody always has to pay.
  • Because he forgives.
  • Because when he dreamed of this moment, ‘I’ve Had the Time of My Life’ was playing.
  • Because he could have an entire conversation using only his eyebrows
  • Because he’s not afraid to be vulnerable.
  • Because he doesn’t rely upon karma
  • Because Veronica is herself when she’s with him.
  • Because it doesn’t bother him at all that he’s the ‘girl’ in the relationship.
  • Forehead wrinkles and baby cheeks and puppy dog eyes
  • Because if you don’t Wang Chung, he’s going to kick your ass.  
  • Because he doesn’t know how to sit in a chair without lifting his foot up. 
  • Because he loves Veronica bitchy.  That’s his girl spreading sunshine everywhere she goes.  
  • Because he should consider going pro in that.

Give me an hour and I could think of a hundred more reasons. 

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My Silver Lining: badgerpower: I haven’t seen Veronica Mars. I intend to. But I can’t...
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I haven’t seen Veronica Mars. I intend to. But I can’t really get behind certain people who would hate a character SOLELY because he gets in between an OTP. (That would be Piz, of course)

Really, now? How shallow is that? I’m probably missing something, so tell me.

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Lovely….

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I don’t think fans disliked Piz purely because he was an obstacle in the way of Logan + Veronica, they disliked him because as Chris Lowell portrayed him, he didn’t come across as simply sweet and purely motivated. There was enough ambiguity to some of his pre-hook up scenes with Veronica and Logan to suggest that he wasn’t just a nice guy, that he idealized Veronica to the point where he was not seeing the whole picture. He didn't necessarily seem like a better long term option for her. Another option, a different option, but better? No.

On paper, the idea of Piz is great. Another lower middle class guy friend for Veronica, a love interest without the tortured history, shared or otherwise, someone less hot tempered, with less colorful extracurriculars, someone with ambition, who would let Veronica be Veronica. A nice boy. It doesn’t sound challenging but that’s okay. It makes sense for VMars. I could see the sincere appeal in having a boyfriend with zero complications.

The thing is, as played, Piz seemed a little entitled, for lack of a better word, when it came to Veronica’s affections. I don’t think this was the writing. I do think this was Lowell’s contribution. Let me be clear, I don’t think he’s a bad actor but I do think in his attempts to add complexity to his character, shadings that made Piz less of a straightforward sweetheart, he rubbed people the wrong way. When he first meets Logan he seems miffed that Veronica even has a boyfriend. Then later the whole “bowling meet-up that was only meant to be you and me and not your boyfriend” was cuckoo bananas. Even if you give him the benefit of the doubt that he did invite other people who bailed, he acts so peevishly throughout that he just seems like a jerk. Imagine for a second that we believed, from his demeanor alone, that he did invite other people, that they did bail, that he was aware it looked like a set up and was embarrassed about it, that he at least tried to awkwardly engage with Logan and Parker. All those slight alterations but he still sucked at bowling. It changes things quite a bit, doesn’t it?

I wanted him to be a nice guy. I did. Because I love this fictional girl detective and I want what is best for her. That is why, when I saw that scene where Logan finds out she was spending the night in his room without Wallace around and Piz just fucks with him by not filling in the blanks, I found him deeply unappealing. It wasn’t evil, just off-putting. It was all strangely hostile and for once, the hostility wasn’t coming from Logan? You actually kinda felt bad for the guy? Was this intentional? Did they want us to hate Piz in that moment? It sure seemed that way.

They never really portrayed him as someone who was worthy of Veronica. Not being Logan isn’t enough justification. It wasn’t earned.

I wrote a little about other reasons I ain’t down with Piz here. That stuff was mostly about chemistry and lack thereof. I honestly believe that if Piz were a) still infatuated with Veronica when she was with Logan but without the angry WHY ISN’T SHE WITH ME vibe and b) had more palpable heat with her once they got together, I would be more of a fan.

Even the most rabid Logan and Veronica fans will admit that they were not meant to be together at that stage in their lives. We love ‘em, those two crazy kids, with their awesome tall person/short person make out abilities, but they have terrible communication skills. You’ve got one person determined to never divulge anything for fear of reprisals and the other never divulging anything for fear of getting hurt. Add jealousy and suspicion to the mix. Plus the fact that they’re only nineteen. Stir.  Not pretty, right? Even without the whole rape, murder, suicides, molestation, child abuse crazy, they had a lot stacked against them. Both of them needed more time apart, with others, to get a better sense of what was missing, not just from their relationships but from themselves.

Fast forward to now and I ain’t gonna lie, I AM AMPED about Logan + Veronica meeting again nine years later in the upcoming movie. My OTP?Yeah, I suppose. I’m invested in them. I want to see how their relationship plays out. That tiny tease alone, with the two of them in Logan’s car, Veronica smiling and Logan looking over at her, made me screech. It looks peaceful and lovely, two words I wouldn’t normally associate with them. It gives me hope that they’ve grown up and are ready to approach one another as equals finally. We shall see…

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Stop right this instant! WHat do you think you’re dOING? You can’t say everybody’s got a water buffalo when everybody doES NOT have a water buffalo. We’re going to get nasty letters saying “Where’s MY water buffalo? Why don’t I have a water buffalo?” And are you prepared to deal with that? I don’t thINK so. Just stop being so… SILLY!

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A guy is taking his girlfriend to prom. He waits in the ticket line for a really long time but gets them. He goes to rent a limo. The rental line is really long but he eventually does it. He goes to buy her flowers. The line at the florist is really long but eventually he gets the flowers. At prom, she asks him to go get punch. He goes to the refreshment table and there’s no punchline.

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bionic-jedi asked:

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.

mylordshesacactus answered:

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.

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wow okay i’m crying now

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“And even as he watched the rescue unfolding that morning, he would have understood that for the living, everything which could have been done had been done: not a single survivor was lost or injured being brought aboard the Carpathia. For those who had gone down with the Titanic, save for reverencing their memory at the service later that day, there was nothing more that he or anyone could do. Rostron’s duty now was as he always saw it: to the living.”

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I looked up a bit about this because the post is so movingly written that when I read it aloud to my husband and mother they both wept like babies, and something else really struck me about this story.

So Carpathia was not a top-end luxury liner. Her reputation was for being Jolly Comfortable - she was very broad in her proportions, and not super-duper fast, and the result was that she didn’t rock so much on the waves and you couldn’t particularly hear/feel the engines. She was solid and dependable, and lots of people liked using her, but she therefore occupied a lesser niche than Titanic or Olympian or whatever - and crucially, as a result of that, she only had one radio operator on board. This means she only had radio ops for a certain window in the day, unlike Titanic, which had 24 hour radio ops.

So on that night, when Titanic went down, Carpathia’s wireless operator - one Harold Cottam - clocked off his shift at midnight, and went to bed. While he was getting ready for bed, though, he left the transmitter on for the hell of it, and therefore picked up a transmission from Cape Race in Newfoundland, the closest transmitting tower sending messages to the ships. They told him that they had a backlog of private traffic for Titanic that wasn’t getting through. So, even though his shift was over, and it was now 11 minutes past bloody midnight, and he just wanted to go to bed, Harold Cottam decided that nonetheless, he’d be helpful, and let the Titanic know they had messages waiting.

And that’s how he received the Titanic’s distress signal. In spite of no longer being on shift to receive it, and therefore in order to send Carpathia galloping to Titanic’s rescue, and thus saving 705 people.

All because Harold Cottam decided one night to be kind. 

I dunno. That’s just really stuck with me.

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Cottam also ended up staying awake for something like 48 hours straight trying to send survivors messages and a list of survivors home, but due to Carpathia’s limited radio frequency range and with no other ships to act as a relay, this was rather patchy. However, he tried his damn best to make sure the survivor’s messages got home, and was also bombarded with incoming messages of bribes to spill the details of the disaster to the press.

Rostrum had ordered that no messages to the press be sent out of respect to the survivors, for they would have their privacy destroyed as soon as they reached New York. Cottam respected this order, even under extreme duress of fatigue, stress, and the knowledge that in some cases the bribes were almost three times his annual salary.

He eventually went to bed but not before working with one of the rescued Titanic’s radio operators, Harold Bride, to transmit as many messages as possible. Bride was injured (his feet had been crushed in a lifeboat) and had just passed the body of the second of Titanic’s radio operators aboard (Jack Phillips), so neither of them were really in the best shape to keep working, but they did.

In the face of extreme adversity, both men refused to do anything but their duty (and exceeding their duty) not just because Rostrum had ordered it, but because it was the right thing to do. They could have profited considerably from the disaster and they refused for the dignity of the survivors.

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This is hopepunk. This is what we can be, what we are, when instinct takes over. This is what we are when we choose to care about each other. We’re not profit machines or units of production or lone fierce wolves in a bitter wilderness. We are people, and we care about people.

This is human nature. Don’t give up on it.

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i work as a barista & people tell me all the time that The Drinks Got Gender. Thats A Lady Coffee, people try to say

its fucking bean water

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can’t believe i can’t just reply to this but: maybe they’re actually telling you that this coffee has an important status. Lady Coffee

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oh shit i was in the presence of bean water royalty oh fuck i must have looked like such a rube. such a fool.

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what the fuck does this post mean ive been trying to decipher its hieroglyphic encrypted message but i cant

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“From a deconstructionist stand point, I have to disagree with a large portion of the customers that I, a humble barista tend to each day. The assertion that certain coffee drinks are more suitable for one gender or another is folly. For as we know: 1. gender is a social construct, & 2. coffee of any type is simply hot water strained through roasted beans, & has no greater affect on either culturally assigned sex.”

“What ho, kind friend! Is it not unfortunate that I cannot simply reply to this post, & most reblog it? What a farce, this blue website! Ah, but I digress: what if perhaps your customers were not asserting not the suitability of the drink for a given gender, but rather indicating some matter of status? Perhaps the coffee is possessing of a high rank in society. This is of course my purely grammatical viewpoint on the subject.”

“Oh, damnation! This does in fact seem much more likely than my own ludicrous assumptions, & I was no doubt in the presence of roasted bean royalty! Some emissary from foreign soil! Curses! What a country bumpkin I’ve made myself out to be!!”

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I was about to scroll by until that last part.

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