#Steerage

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Alfred Stieglitz, “The Steerage,” 1907,

Photogravure, 

13 1/8 × 10 1/2" (33.4 × 26.6 cm)

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[Steerage.]

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TRICK OR TREAT THING IS SO CUTEEEE

trick or treat !! 🍭🍭🍭🎃🎃

ohhh yeah so u got me! do i owe u a gold star or smth now i forgor…

i drew you uendo. anyways here is he. and she. and the other ones.

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found this teeny-tiny baby

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Padmé and Anakin Share a Meal

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:35:03 - 00:35:06

Something interesting here that I don't think I've seen in any other installment that features Gran, is that this one looks to be wearing a hat!

[tamayokny]

Steerage passenger Carl Johnson had an even more disturbing experience in the third compartment aft. This contained the cheapest passenger accommodations--lowest in the ship and closest to the bow. As Johnson got up to see what was causing commotion in his cabin, water seeped in under the door and around his feet. He decided to dress, and by the time his clothes were on, the water was over his shoes. With a detached, almost clinical interest, he noticed that it seemed to be of very even depth all over the floor. Nearby, steerage passenger Daniel Buckley was a little slower to react, and when he finally jumped out of his bunk, he splashed into water up his ankles.

A Night to Remember by Walter Lord

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god i love when ttrpg campaigns haunt a song every time you ever hear it

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Watch "This Photo of U.S. Immigration Isn’t What You Think | The Bigger Picture with Vincent Brown | PBS" on YouTube

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Assad Zaman discussing his first stage role as Zead in Steerage (2009)

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People think all references to brands in media are product placement, but that's just not true. Not everything is product placement, creators depend on referencing real brands to create a sense of verisimilitude, much akin to how you can depend on the towing capacity of the 2024 Ford F-150. The 2024 Ford F-150 has bountiful steerage, magnificent tires, and a luscious fuel capacity. Go to your local Ford dealership today. But anyway, it's about realism

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Assad Zaman in Steerage 2011

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Titanic From Other First-Class Passengers' Perspective

AKA

Oh Hey The 17-Year-Old With The Abusive Mother And Dirtbag Fiance Has Decided Our Lives Are Pointless Because We Talk About The Stresses Of Wedding Planning And Politics And Other Completely Normal, Non-Class-Locked Things, Instead of Like Swigging Beer In A Makeshift Dance Hall I Guess

I Tried To Check On Her But She Just Gave Me A Dirty Look And Said I'd Probably Never Even HEARD Of Freud Before Flouncing Off

Actually I Am Writing A Monograph On Freud With My Massive Generational-Wealth Free Time But Her Eyes Glaze Over Whenever I Mention That

Hope She Fucks That Nice Boy From Steerage Though

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(Titanic AU)

Everyone was clamoring to see the maiden journey of the Titanic. People watched in interest as a car drove up. Back in the year 1912 having a car meant you were rich. A brother and sister stepped out of the car, the tall handsome man wore a dark blue suit with a gold tie. His brown hair styled in the latest fashion and his eyes were honey brown. His younger sister Emily had his brown hair and freckles, but her eyes were a lovely pale blue color. Her hair was up and she wore a beautiful lavender dress. They were joined by Sera, a regal woman with silver hair and the same pale blue eyes as Emily she also silver dress. There was also Lilith, Adam’s fiancée, who had gold hair and violet eyes wearing a the same color as her eyes. Ever since Adam and Emily’s father died they fell on hard financial times and as the eldest child of the Kadmon family, Adam had to marry into the extremely wealthy Magne family. But Lilith Magne was extremely cruel, arrogant, and spoiled.

Emily: Isn’t the Titanic amazing? We will be the first on a maiden voyage.

Adam: It is a sight to behold.

Adam felt like the luxurious ship was more like a prison dragging him back to a life in America he didn’t want. They got onto the ship and made their way to the luxury suite that would comfortably house four people with room for more. Aside from his loving family, the only thing that offered Adam comfort was the beautiful paintings that Lilith bought for their engagement even if she thought no one would care about the likes of Picasso, Monet, or Van Gogh. To Adam they gave insight to how others viewed the world. Meanwhile at a pub another young man was celebrating his luck. He just one steerage tickets to the Titanic, after years of travel Lucifer Morgenstern was going home to America. The short blonde man with piercing blue eyes grabbed the ticket and the money he won and ran to get onto the ship before it left. He made it to his cabin which he would share with four other people. He didn’t care about the small cabin, all he cared about was the fact that he was on the greatest ship ever. That night Adam was getting ready for bed and Lilith arrived with her creepy bodyguard Alastor who was staying in second class.

Lilith: I have one more gift for you.

She stood behind Adam and put a necklace around his neck. It was beautiful, a string of smaller diamonds that held a large blue diamond with smaller diamonds surrounding it.

Adam: The Heart of the Ocean.

Lilith: Yes, it looks quite stunning on your neck. Give me what I want and I will give you the world.

But Adam felt as if this necklace was a collar showing the world that Lilith owned Adam and he never felt more embarrassed in his life. When Adam was alone he broke down crying wanting to die. He didn’t know that when he decided to try and throw himself off the back of the ship he would find his one true love.

He couldn't go through with marrying Lilith, it would only be a life of embarrassment, control, and her making sure he knew he saved him and his family from the poor house. Adam would leave everything he had to his mom and sister so that they could sell it to get by.

He just hoped that they would understand.

When night time fell, Adam snuck out of his room and to the deck of the boat, going to the back of it. The ocean air was salty and crisp, the wind licking his hair making it slightly messed up.

Adam gripped the railing looking out into the vast darkness that was the ocean, he couldn't see anything in front of his face. There was only a faint glow a couple lights behind him.

Lucifer had decided that he needed some air, even though he got on great with those he shared his room with he needed some fresh air. He took a deep breath and smiled, it was a beautiful night for a little stroll on the deck.

Deciding to go to the back, that's when he noticed the other man as well. Curious, Lucifer watched him for a moment only to realize that he was going to go overboard!

Lucifer: Woah! Hey!

Lucifer ran to him and pulled him back, they landed on the ground and he checked him over to make sure he was okay.

And he was the most beautiful man he's ever seen.

Adam: Wha-? Why would......

Lucifer: Are you okay? You could have really gotten hurt.

Adam: I'm okay...... Who are you?

Lucifer smiled and helped him up: The names Lucifer Morgenstern and who might you be?

Adam flushed: Adam, Adam Kadmon.

Luicfer kissed his hand: A beautiful name for a beautiful person. What are you doing out here?

Adam's eyes watered: I.... I'm supposed to marry this woman but I won't be happy. My family needs her money and I just...... I don't know what to do.

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Applebee's. Chili's. Outback Steakhouse. Which is superior, which is inferior, and which would Michiru prefer to be caught dead in, if those were her only choices?

The Europeans, in those times so often called the Dark Ages, much to the frustration and woe of any given historian, had a number of different methods of execution, varying wildly in degrees of coarseness and sadism, but, no matter the method, one ends up dead all the same.

So it is with the above-mentioned brasseries of the middle class. Differing in method and style, but never wavering in the work of stuffing one with as much sodium and fat as one could possibly bear, protecting the innocent from the ghastly danger of encountering a food with which they are not familiar. It is the work of feeding toddlers who can drive and purchase alcohol, and they do succeed in this aim.

Nevertheless, it has been asked that I outline a difference between them, and I shall attempt to do so.

Applebee's. Well, if we are eating good in the neighborhood, I can only imagine what sort of neighborhood in which one dwells. I believe I saw such a place in some commercial posing as a documentary at a gala event. Children under tin roofs and such.

But for the purposes of my answer, Applebee's is a mere crucifixion. Hopelessly old, unimaginative and immutable, its meals and murder known even to little children. Is it unspeakably cruel? Of course. Agonizingly drawn out? The disinterested teenage server will ensure it? But is it in any way interesting? Is one compelled, or even reviled, by something horrifying which has become a part of the very fabric of culture? Regrettably, no.

However, to attend a Chili's is to be drawn and quartered--the English having no taste for subtlety, whatever they've managed to convince some American--it is as aggressive as it is vile, containing things such as the Nashville Hot Mozz, which is certainly a collection of syllables assembled into some order. Marg of the Month. Free chips and salsa. Passing for some sort of steerage class Mexican in much the same way London is aspirationally a European city. You are dead, or fed, in all the gore and hot red of it, and what it lacks in elegance it certainly makes up for in volume.

Outback Steakhouse, then, is to be broken on the wheel, the French having a sense of the poetic even in the moment of barbarism. One could almost believe it were a lovely thing. The ring of it, "no rules, just right." If one were a child or a fool, one could see how the folksy earthiness of a place asking nothing but a moment of your steak-based time could draw one in. It aspires only to be a steakhouse, in the outback.

Then, as one reads the cocktail menu and says, into the open air, "I will be having the Wallaby Darned," the crack of a bone snaps to meet it, more promising to follow, and then the sudden sadness of realizing that a cow was born, grew, and died to make such a thing possible. It is the Somme in bovine form.

One may question what Australia has quite done to deserve such an ignominious association, and if the next draft of war crimes might not include such a thing.

All things being true, I am almost certainly going to defer to my beloved. As love is a complicated thing, and one comes to love the flaws in one's partner as the worn bend in the stair, I would choose to have her select our dinner menu.

Among these, regrettably, there is a location serving a gingerbread cookie martini, and so, I shall be broken on the wheel, an onion blooming in the field where my palate once gamboled in the sun.

--M. Kaioh

[tamayokny]

When the Titanic brushed by, several tons of ice crumbled off the berg and landed on the starboard well deck just opposite the foremast. This was Third Class recreation space, and the ice was soon discovered by steerage passengers coming up to investigate. From her cabin window on B Deck, Mrs. Natalie Wick watched them playfully throwing chunks at each other.

A Night to Remember by Walter Lord