#RMStitanic

[theblackpanther]

Inktober, day 2, discovery.

Iconic view of an iconic wreck. In reality the first bigger pieces they stumbled upon while searching for the wreck were boilers spread on the ocean's floor not the bow section itself.

[whencyclopedia]

RMS Titanic

The RMS Titanic was a White Star Line ocean liner, which sank after hitting an iceberg on its maiden voyage from Southampton to New York on 15 April 1912. Over 1,500 men, women, and children lost their lives. There were 705 survivors. In 1985, the Titanic wreck was found several miles deep on the Atlantic seafloor by Robert D. Ballard.

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[elkon-sims]

RMS Titanic Linoleum Tiles CC

I've always been obsessed with the RMS Titanic and its two sister ships, the Olympic and Britannic. Many people are unaware that the fantastic tiles found throughout the ships were in fact linoleum for reasons relating to practicality. Here are four lino swatches based on original designs found on both the Titanic and Olympic - there are many more swatches that I'd love to add in the future, so please do watch this space!

The swatches include:

First Class Private Baths

First Class Dining Saloon

First Class Smoking Room

Grand Staircase**

Download (SFS No Adfly)

** Grand Staircase tiles are due to be updated as the pattern repeats too often. They do still look great, though.

[intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd]

MALE SURVIVORS OF THE TITANIC DISASTER Women had a much higher chance of survival — regardless of what class they were in — then men did. Of the 466 women on board, 339 survived. Of the 843 men on board, only 161 survived — a measly 19% compared to the 73% of women who made it safely back to shore. The Carpathia arrived at the distress call's position at 4:00 a.m., approximately an hour and a half after the Titanic went down, claiming 1523 lives. For the next four and a half hours, the ship took on the 705 survivors of the disaster from Titanic's lifeboats.

#titanic #rmstitanic

[artsyboy90]

It's been a while since I've done any Titanic-related artwork - but I've got a reason for doing so! xD This year, as always I'm participating in Titanic-Voyage, and I'll be portraying along with one fictional character, two historicals as I've mentioned in a previous post. One of them will be Harry Elkins Widener who was travelling with his parents and tragically, along with his father lost his life along with over 1,500 other souls. Accompanying the Widener's were other families of Philadelphia Society including the passengers depicted in this post; the Thayer and Carter families. There were more than 30 Philadelphians who boarded the ship for the Titanic's maiden crossing. Some of them however would not see land before the voyage's end.This post and the drawings are dedicated to those lost not just from Philadelphia, but also from the entire ship - both passengers and crew. From left-to-right: Mr. John Borland Thayer, II Mrs. John B. Thayer (Mrs. Marian Longstreth Thayer) Mr. John Borland Thayer, III (Jack Thayer) Mr. William Ernest Carter Mrs. William E. Carter (Mrs. Lucile Stewart Carter) Miss. Lucile P. Carter (Miss. Lucile Polk Carter) Mstr. William Thornton Carter, II Mr. George Dunton Widener, Sr. Mrs. George D. Widener (Mrs. Eleanor Elkins Widener) Mr. Harry Elkins Widener ____________________ PLEASE credit my work if you post it else where! These may not look like much, but they took time to sketch and get details right. Thanks so much! ^_^

[sinkingtheship]

The Sunken Fallacy (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/341044915-the-sunken-fallacy?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=itisemsie&wp_originator=jD5FkT3aj%2B0bCodroCzr27ot1t8ZneuYmQ5XoQoWyjKvH8Oa1w0aOgP5SLb3OAoyFTOrffBSniqm2gR5QtWe4g38AOJPHUtRVROqB8qPUe8bJ%2BSQkiJl%2B%2B93aaq4Op%2FG It's 2008 and the only thing thing that brings Cynthia Thornton any interest in her life is her fascination with the ill-fated ship: The RMS Titanic, Too bad she has no one besides her family to ever express her interest. Yet one day, after another failed attempt at making friends, Cynthia finds herself 96 years into the past, boarding the ship in the body of her ancestor, a first-class passenger whose reasons for boarding are still a mystery to her. With no way of knowing how she can get back, Cynthia has only two goals in mind: Prevent the sinking, or save as many lives as possible.

[pearls-gone-wild]

This is instantly recognizable as a work nightmare to anyone who's ever worked in software, particularly web interface design, particularly anything governmental. Giveaways include:

Lots of "academic and online discourse", with the subtext that folks are offering strong opinions uncontaminated by actual experience with vaccine clinical trials AI development space-time anomalies triggered by overuse of temporal highways

Bureaucratic football between governments and transnational organizations

Mobile app UI that uses font size, background coloring, and button size to scream at the user "NO REALLY IT WAS A TRICK OF THE LIGHT"

i had a dream that time travel was invented and too many people choose to travel back in time to save the titanic from sinking (the question of whether unsinking of the titanic deserved so much attention in the face of human history was the subject of both heavy academic and online discourse), which caused a rift in the space-time-continuum that led to the titanic showing up indiscriminately all over the world’s oceans and sea in various states of sinking.

this caused a lot of issues both in terms of fixing said space-time-continuum and in terms of nautical navigation, and after a long and heavy battle in the international maritime organization it was decided that the bureaucratic burden of dealing with this was to be upon Ireland, much to their dismay. the Irish Government then released an app for all sailors and seafarers so they could report titanic sightings during their journeys, even though they heavily dissuaded you from reporting them given the paperwork it caused.

anyway i woke up with a clear image of the app in my head and needed to recreate it for all of you:

[scottchiriboga]

Cork Harbour in Cork, Ireland - the RMS Titanic's final port of call

[whencyclopedes]

Titanic

El RMS Titanic fue un crucero de la compañía White Star Line que se hundió tras chocarse con un iceberg en su primer viaje de Southampton a Nueva York el 15 de abril de 1912. Más de 1.500 hombres, mujeres y niños perdieron la vida. Hubo 750 supervivientes. En 1985, el pecio del Titanic fue descubierto a varios kilómetros de profundidad en el fondo del Atlántico por Robert D. Ballard.

Sigue leyendo...

[michael-rosskothen]

Model with RMS Titanic 3D design

[dtico29t]

Let's see what the Titanic looks like underwater today. The smallest diorama of the sunken ship

[rational-creatureblog]

I don't like the block (Australian renovation show where they just create drama for the sake of it. Give me bake off or masterchef any day!) but see ads for it all the time. One of the judges goes "it's titanic". You're comparing a crap show to a disaster? Where people died and lost their families? GTFO with that shit. 16 or whatever seasons is way too much

[blue-jisungs]

gloves + zhang hao ( kithes u )

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ FITS LIKE A GLOVE 🧸ྀི — wc 1239

[ extras ] men being creepy :// set in royal-ish au, reader struggles w the fact that old men wanna marry her (s her pronouns - nicknames such as damsel, lady used), food mention + word count

ੈ✩‧₊˚ note ! VESPIEEEE !! i hope u enjoy this!! <3

@kstrucknet

you tried to pay attention only to the colorful macarons displayed on the plate in front of you, ignoring the approaching man.  

you gently took one sweet treat, a pink colored one, and bit into it. the strawberry flavor lingered on your tongue, bringing much awaited feeling of joy.

“these look mighty sweet” the man stood next to you. you unwillingly glanced at him. 

yet another old man trying to make you his. 

“they indeed are. i quite enjoy those strawberry ones–” you added quietly, knowing all too well that you’ll be interrupted.

“as sweet as you, my lady. may i know your name?” yup, there it was. you took another (and finishing) bite of the macaron, blinking at him. he took the hint of you not being able to talk with your mouth full. 

you decided to chew for as long as possible. 

“my name is kim–“ he started talking and your mind drifted away already. 

during the whole evening, various men approached you trying to win your heart. your family was one of the richest in town, that’s true, but you were also simply beautiful. and all those old, nasty men wanted nothing more than a rich, young, pretty wife. 

you reached for another macaron with your gloved hand, this time deciding on the beige colored one. maybe it would be coffee or tea flavored? 

“listen to me, lady” the man suddenly snarled and grabbed your wrist, the macaron slipping from between your fingers. 

a small pout formed on your lips as you watched it roll around the table leg. you were really looking forward to tasting that one.

“you’ll be mine” he said and your heart drummed with fear. 

“no, thank you” you said politely, trying to wriggle away from his hold. but he didn’t let go, his ugly face twisting in anger.

the sound of the violin was filling the room. normally, you’d stop and appreciate the beautiful music but now it just felt as if it was a background tune for what’s about to happen in a dramatic opera. 

“sir, please let me go” you pleaded, stepping away.

“you were not listening. where are your manners, lady? it’s alright. you won’t be such a brat once you marry me. and trust me, you will” he grinned. 

your throat went dry and you yanked your hand out. successfully, you managed to escape – only your black satin glove left in the creepy man’ grasp.

you made your way through the crowd, panickedly looking for a hiding spot. 

the couples dancing, swirling on the dance floor to the violin music, almost pulled you in their wave. you passed by the ball attendants, probably pushing one or two by an accident. 

finally, you saw a door. 

you pushed them open and gasped upon entering a huge balcony. the door closed behind you with a heavy clank and you let out a shaky breath. 

it’s about time you leave this horrendous party. 

when you were about to find the exit, something in the garden caught your eye. you leaned against the marble railing and a soft sigh left your lips.

by a fountain stood two lovers. 

moonlight was their mask to hide under. perhaps they wished to have a moment for themselves… perhaps they just met. 

assuming by them being busy with kissing, you wouldn’t bet the latter. 

you didn’t want to observe them; however, you couldn’t help but feel jealousy pulling the strings of your heart. two young lovers. that’s what you should be. and not an object for bargaining for old men.

“they have no curtesy, huh?”

you turned around and saw a young man, his brown eyes scanning the couple as well. you just nodded, hesitant to even utter a word. was it another man who just wanted to steal your heart - or more so, your family heritage?

“well, apparently so do i. my apologies. the name is zhang hao” he chuckled low and sent you a warm smile. 

you carefully examined his features. looking at him now - despite just the faint glow of the moonlight outside - you realized he might be your age. his brown hair were falling on his forehead, and the black tuxedo he wore highlighted his slim figure. 

“y/n of l/n” you hummed and bowed politely. will there be a remark? ‘oh, those l/n?’ ‘ah, i could swear i saw this face before’

he just reached his hand out to greet you. you mirrored his movement and were taken aback when once grabbing your hand gently, he leaned down to place a feather-light kiss atop of it. 

with a chivalrous smirk he pulled away and opened his hand. 

in it was your other black satin glove. 

“i saw what happened. i’m sorry. i actually seen all the men approach you, i could see how uncomfortable you were” he said apologetically with a soft look in his eye. 

“why didn’t you save a damsel in distress then?” you asked teasingly, reaching out to grab your belonging.

but zhanghao once again captured your hand gently. his own hand was calloused yet tender and warm. pleasant to hold.

“my apologies, i was busy” he scoffed and carefully put the glove on your hand. not breaking eye contact, he kept slowly pulling it up.

“with? flirting with other young ladies?” you kept testing him. 

“didn’t have the time” he huffed and finally matched the height of your other glove. he smoothed it out with his hand, at a leisurely pace tracing back down to your hand “see, i was the one playing the violin inside”

your mouth slightly fell agape. now that was worth admiring. 

a playful smirk danced on his lips. he subtly let go of your hand, letting it rest on the marble railing. 

“trust me, y/n, i would have intervened if i could” zhanghao said and stepped closer to you, leaning as well. your shoulders were merely brushing.

you glanced at him while he stared at the couple in the garden. they were chatting, holding hands.

“a simple ‘thank you’ would be fine but i do appreciate your awe” he teased, not even looking at you. 

you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

he was… different. not scared to be playful, his first words weren’t about money or marriage. he was confident and straightforward, a refreshing trait to observe.

“thank you. have you tried the macarons?” you asked, instantly regretting those words. you didn’t want to seem desperate or anything but you really wished to converse with him a little more.

“i did, actually. my friend baked them, and i must admit the strawberry ones are–”

“mind blowing! i know, right?” you gasped and you two exchanged looks. zhanghao grinned and your heart just skipped a beat.

he broke the eye contact after a while (you could swear you saw a tint of blush on his cheeks) and cleared his throat. 

“so, um, zhanghao…” you started suddenly, a rush of confidence running through your love-starved body “do you also play the violin exclusively?”

you pretended not to notice how he shuffled closer to you. and he decided to not think about the way you looked at him with hope sparkling in his eyes. 

“depends if there’s food included” he answered and couldn’t help but crack a smile, his serious facade crumbling.

sharing a laugh, he knew he’s going to have a very important person to play for in his schedule soon.

masterlist <3

taglist. @slytherinshua ,, @weird-bookworm ,, @haecien ,, @stryroses

[vexshawy]

The line "Jack saved me in every way that a person can be saved" is spoken by Rose in the 1997 film Titanic. It is spoken to Jack's ghost as she returns to the ocean liner for the first time in over 80 years.

[intriguingpeoplebyangelafloyd]

TITANIC

#titanic #rmstitanic

[pasthistoricalevents]

RMS Titanic: From Luxury Liner to Ocean Grave #history #rmstitanic