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Oh Well

Akutagawa: I don’t need anyone’s help. I can handle everything by myself. Kyouka: But you’re bleeding. Akutagawa: It’s just a flesh wound. Kyouka: You’re missing an arm. Akutagawa: It’s just a flesh arm.

Tumblr is basically everyone is a creme brulee but someone threw it at a theatre kid and now there is a sequel of a man playing a cello like a damn guitar

The crossover that rivalled Infinity War

the fandom a few years ago: Percy would watch the Titanic movie and be upset at Poseidon for not saving the passengers

the fandom now: Percy would absolutely not save the Titan submersible because he’s a tired college student and hates the rich

Its The Book. Someone found The Book.

This submarine situation is so wild. I'm always morbidly fascinated by industrial disasters and shit, because as much as they're tragic, they're also...usually some incredible monuments to the hubris of the wealthy, and amazing cautionary tales, and this one...this one is one of the best at that purpose I've seen in my LIFE.

Three business moguls including the CEO of the company involved, one of their adult sons, and one researcher who is on the record saying that he'd be at peace dying on a dive, climbed aboard a cobbled-together submarine to go visit the wreckage of the Titanic - a ship all but synonymous with the hubris of man, the ship declared unsinkable, whose maiden voyage was packed with the highest of white high society (and that glamorous side that adorned the papers to drum up excitement was specifically white high society; this came decades before nondiscrimination laws, the first class tickets at the center of all this pomp and circumstance were restricted by racist policies typical of the time (*this has been edited for accuracy and clarity)). Of course, despite all claims to the contrary, this big metal behemoth was, in fact, no match for the might of the icy sea. The contrast of the celebration and the hype of the launch with the severity of the disaster in the end, the broken promises, it all feels almost too poetic to be real.

Someone looked at that wreckage and thought, "there's a market here." Seeing nothing but dollar signs resting on the graves of a thousand, he built a submarine. It looked lovely and polished and refined on the outside. On the inside, it had no seats, was visibly thrown together out of parts from camping stores and big box hardware stores, and was controlled with a video game controller and one button - a duty which was to fall to one of the passengers after a crash course, but today, fell to the CEO himself.

This man fired a whistle-blower during the construction. He complained about safety regulations. He built a submarine that was bolted closed from the outside. He came up with no emergency plans, despite the need being apparent. He charged a quarter of a million dollars to ride it.

He christened this glorified sardine can Titan.

And so, down these 5 went.

And, just like with the wreckage they were going to see, something went wrong.

And so they vanished.

It feels like a plot line that resulted from the writer's strike. It's so on the nose it feels like a story written by scab labor. And yet, and yet, much of this is common of industrial disasters. The Challenger disaster. Alaska Airlines flight 261. The ultra-wealthy choose spectacle and/or profit over safety, time and time again. It's the same story almost every time...though, this one certainly has its own unique twists. The purpose. The name. The man who organized this was not only staring down constant reminders that no man, no matter how wealthy, is any match for the sea - reminders of the awe-inspiring power of nature - and instead of seeing it as something to respect, he saw it as something to conquer, as a trivial matter.

And he, and those who trusted in him, are now paying the price, most likely with their lives.

Reality truly is stranger than fiction.

Oh gosh, I remember when Musk melon bought Twitter and the Twitters came raging into Reddit and being goddamn fucking rude. It was awful.

But there are some good Twitter people so...

….you know what just occurred to me? Yet another difference between the Twitter and Reddit migrations.

TWITTER: fuck your longstanding customs and etiquette, Tumblr, we’re doing what we want and if it’s rude as hell we don’t care. Yes, even if it’s something that made sense on Twitter but no damn sense here at all. You’re privileged to have us.

REDDIT: hey Tumblr? How do I do the thing? I need to X but I’m not sure how/I keep seeing this and I don’t understand/thanks for your help, guys

Like. It actually kind of tells you a lot about the style, format, and etiquette of the sites they came from.