Quotes I've heard somewhere that remaind me of some aftg characters.
Kevin Day:
Then he said: don't you know? I am trying to make you great.
And I said: I do not want to be great, I want to be loved.
Neil Josten:
I don't want to just survive anymore, mom.
It hurts it hurts it hurts, mom.
Renee Walker:
And the earth looked at me and said: wasn't that fun?
And I replied: I'm sorry if I hurt anyone
Jean Monroe:
Am I supposed to be grateful to have survived this?
Andrew Minyard:
I'm not a whole person and I don't think I ever will be. Parts of me died in the house I grew up in and I visit them in dreams.
Seth Gordon:
Promise that you will sing about me.
Aaron Minyard:
I have searched for my mother's love in all the corners of the world.
Nicky Hemmick:
This is not a joke. I mouth
love me. love me
Neil Josten:
My mother did not mean to hate me, she didn't even know she hated me, and yet, I was hated. And I carried that hate with me through life with more pride than it perhaps deserved. A bruise of honor.
Nicky Hemmick:
I need a father, I need a mother, I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.
Dan Wilds:
In another universe, my window is open and I'm lying on my floor. I am 12 years old and nothing bad has ever happened to me
Andrew Minyard:
The truth is that no child can save their mother.
Andrew Minyard:
Now I know why I was drawn to you. We have the same darkness inside.
Neil Josten:
The word father rotted in my mouth.
Neil Josten:
I am not my mother's daughter.
I was not born from her womb.
I was born from her rage.
Andrew Minyard:
love is insane, you fell like you're always subtly asking "do you still love me even though I'm flawed?" and the answer just keeps being yes.
Neil Josten:
Tell me every terrible thing you ever did, and let me love you anyway.
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my partner, for reasons I cannot fathom, resided largely on twitter on purpose. he didn't enjoy it most of the time; it stressed him out, the doomscrolling and all. but it was where he was, before he deleted upon certain recent events, and he was very stubborn about staying there.
and here's the thing, even though he isn't on twitter anymore, i can tell. I can tell he came from twitter, because I will sometimes turn my screen - phone or computer - to show him a tumblr post with more than one part to it. you know, a post with a response.
and without fail, every single time
his eyes flick down to read the bottom post first
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Top 5 Francis Crozier lines from the show
Ooooh Dear. From the show! Top five Francis Crozier lines from the show.
Top Five Quotes I will have to say are:
"How fare the Raft of the Medusa?" - I knew the story and the painting. Knowing that Francis Crozier probably saw the piece done by Théodore Géricault himself before he went on this voyage is uncanny to me. Crozier being word-savvy and sassy with morbid themes turned to lighthearted jokes in cruel and unforgiving scenarios is a unique and fascinating trait he possesses.
"I feel like Christ. But with more nails." - Oh love. Oh love. Mo chuisle.
"There is nowhere I would rather be than here." - It hurt me. There was authenticity to his voice and yet a hollow despair to it. He's lying and yet he is telling the truth. He laments being dry land. He desires the steady cradle of a ship and all her gentle rocking. And yet he loves deeply. He needs someone that can be at sea with him.
"Get on your knees right now." -
"There'll be no melodramas here. Only live men... and dead men..." - This quote was incredibly pertinent to me. For he is referencing, in his own mind, the last time that he was in circumstances where hubristic choices were made. He was with Sir James Clark Ross and he learned. He lived. And he learned. Above all else he knows what happens when you choose vainglory over practicality and how you can and will not walk out of your hubris alive.
Honourable Mentions:
You and the others will live."
"I'll leave not any one of you alone either."
"Sir John can have it." (his head for mutiny) "After I build us a road out of here."
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Now what is history? It is the centuries of systematic explorations of the riddle of death, with a view to overcoming death. That's why people discover mathematical infinity and electromagnetic waves, that's why they write symphonies. Now, you can't advance in this direction without a certain faith. You can't make such discoveries without spiritual equipment. And the basic elements of this equipment are in the Gospels. What are they? To begin with, love of one's neighbor, which is the supreme form of vital energy. Once it fills the heart of man it has to overflow and spend itself. And then the two basic ideals of modern man—without them he is unthinkable—the idea of free personality and the idea of life as sacrifice. Mind you, all this is still extraordinarily new. There was no history in this sense among the ancients. They had blood and beastliness and cruelty and pockmarked Caligulas who do not suspect how untalented every enslaver is. They had the boastful dead eternity of bronze monuments and marble columns. It was not until after the coming of Christ that time and man could breathe freely. It was not until after Him that men began to live toward the future. Man does not die in a ditch like a dog, but at home in history, while the work toward the conquest of death is being completed; he dies sharing in this work.
Doctor Zhivago by Boris Pasternak
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TIL about Elizabeth "Bessie" Coleman, a badass aviation pioneer who was the first Black and Native American woman to obtain a pilot's licence. Not sure if the Americans of Tumblr already know about her, but as a Brit I unfortunately did not until now, so I wanted to share her story here! (Image IDs in alt text.)
Born in Texas on January 26, 1892, Bessie was the tenth of thirteen children in a family of sharecroppers. From the age of six, she attended a small, segregated school, where she excelled as a student and eventually won a scholarship to the Missionary Baptist Church School aged 12. When she turned 18, she moved to Langston, Oklahoma to study at the Oklahoma Colored Agricultural and Normal University, but had to drop out after one semester due to financial difficulties and returned to work at the acorn fields back home.
When she was 24, Bessie moved to Chicago, Illinois and worked as a manicurist in a barber shop, where she discovered her passion for aviation after hearing the stories of some of the clients, who had been pilots during World War One. She then decided to become a pilot herself, taking on a second job to save up for flight school. However, no flight schools in the US would admit Black or women students, so another of the barber shop's clients, Robert Abbott - a Black philanthropist and publisher of the Chicago Defender newspaper - suggested that she move to France and learn to fly there. He and Jesse Binga, another Black philanthropist and banker, gave her the financial support to do this, so in November 1920, Bessie set off for France to begin her training.
On June 15, 1921, Bessie Coleman was awarded an international pilot's licence by the Fédération Aéronautique Internationale, becoming both the first Black woman and the first American to do so. Following this, she returned to the US, but found it difficult to make a living as a pilot, as commercial flight did not yet exist - her only option was to become a stunt (aerobatic) pilot. Once again, the US's racism and misogyny prevented her from receiving stunt training there, so in 1922 she went back to France, and by September that year was back home again for her first stunt flight. On September 3, Labor Day, she became the first Black woman to stage a public flight in the US, flying at a show sponsored by the Chicago Defender and held in honour of the veterans of the all-Black 369th Infantry Regiment of WWI.
Bessie soon became a media sensation, earning herself the nickname "Queen Bess" and performing at air shows across the US and Europe in a Curtiss JN-4 "Jenny" biplane (example pictured above). She refused to fly at any shows that did not permit Black people to attend, and went on speaking tours at schools and churches to encourage fellow Black aspiring aviators to take to the skies. Her dream was to open a flight school to train Black pilots, and she tirelessly raised money for this with her shows.
Sadly, on April 30, 1926, while flying with her mechanic William D. Wills, Bessie's plane unexpectedly went out of control and dove into the ground, killing both of them. An investigation revealed that this had been caused by a wrench that had been accidentally left in the plane and had jammed its controls. It was a devastating loss, and her funeral, which was held in Chicago and led by Ida B. Wells, was attended by around 10,000 people. In 1929, the Bessie Coleman Aero Club was founded to continue her work promoting Black participation in aviation, and to this day there are several scholarships in her name aimed at high school students interested in careers in aviation.
"I knew we had no aviators, so I thought it my duty to risk my life to learn." - Bessie Coleman
Fly high, Queen Bess, blue skies forever! 🛩💙
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