#bark europa

[ltwilliammowett]

Bark Europa by @poekki

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Shrouded in Mist, Spectral Icebergs Float Around the Antarctic Peninsula in Photos by Jan Erik Waider

In late 2019, Jan Erik Waider boarded the Bark Europa, a 56-meter-long wooden sailing ship constructed in 1911, bound for the Antarctic Peninsula. The Hamburg-based photographer, whose work centers on polar landscapes (previously), captured the multifaceted forms of glaciers and icebergs, steely grays of storms, and shrouds of mist during the 24-day voyage. Waider is known for his documentation of dramatic northern destinations like Iceland, Norway, and Greenland, and a trip to the southern extreme proffered an opportunity to expand on his series of atmospheric vistas with the project A Faint Resemblance.

All images © Jan Erik Waider

[guy60660]

Lars Udsen | Bark Europa

[victusinveritas]

The breakfast porridge was thick yesterday morning. Anyone who has sailed onboard with Europa before will know what that means. The galley team makes no mistakes.

For those who don’t know, thick porridge means big swell. Lotte plans every detail meticulously, so that despite the fact we all stumble along the corridor sideways, still waking up from a night of rolling around the bunkie, our porridge won’t spill over our bowls. Yesterday morning, however, there were other problems. Clara saw the entire porridge bowl sliding across the sticky mat and ran to it’s rescue- as any good deckhand would. But she later told me that there soon were more pressing matters, as she heard a gushing of water and slamming of doors.

It is hard to explain to someone who has not been to sea what 50-knot winds and 9-10 sea-sates look like. Photographs never capture the looming height of waves as they swell past, the screaming wind battering sea spray and rain into your face isn’t even something I noticed until I went back inside and everything was quiet and still. I was hypnotized by the roll, the deep allure of the glassy blue waves topped by light froth as they churn, the occasional patch of serenely still, Mediterranean blue waters, and the railings slipping further into the boiling ocean with each passing wave. While at the helm, the periodic dull thud of water slapping Europa’s hull indefinitely forecasted a showering of seawater.

- Abi, Researcher Read the full story in the Bark Europa's logbook: www.barkeuropa.com/logbook/detail/the-depression

[ifisthemiddlewordinlife]

[calochortus]

Not always sunshine by Peter Hungerford Via Flickr: A view from a recent trip to Antarctica on the sailing Bark Europa: A view during snowfall.

[croziers-compass]

The Love of my Life

Bark Europa

[alebrijediscordico]

im going to sob.

[nordarknessdimsthesky]

A linguistic analysis of tumblr hyperbole in the tags

This post expands my previous analysis of hyperbolic reactions to cluster tags by themes. There were too many themes, some of them overlapping, to create a cohesive graph. Instead, I present several overarching themes from a data set of 50 tags observed and documented in various corners of tumblr.

1. Feeling Normal™️

Tags within this cluster profess Normal feelings (read: extreme excitement, enthusiasm, obsession, derangement, etc.).

#mmmmrrrghuhhhhghhh #I'm so normal about it teehee #absolutely not rending my clothing #feeling very normal and not feral at all #i will simply never recover #gif sets sent to personally destroy me #i can't cope #the eyes #i'm a puddle #i am INCONSOLABLE #i am DISTRAUGHT #IM NOT OKKAAAAAAYYYYYY #FEELING TOTALLY ONE HUNDRED PERCENT NORMAL

2. Feralness

The following data points conjure animalistic behavior. There’s a non-zero amount of biting and chewing involved.

#chomping biting barking #biting my arms off #rattling my cage #[incoherent biting noises] #chewing glass #chewing through wood #*shaking the bars of my enclosure* HELLO!!!!!!!! #climbing the walls #biting gnawing chewing #im gonna rip off my front door and eat it

3. Noisy Emotional Outbursts

These tags encompass crying, screaming, yelling, and other loud reactions.

# shaking sobbing crying #SCREAMIIIING BANGING MY HEAD ON THE WALL #*no thoughts only wailing* #i am SOBBING #IM CRYING LIKE A BITCH #*just fucking yelling* #S C R E A M #screeching into a pillow #brb sobbing for 5-7 business years

4. Throwing

All of these tags except the last one involve being thrown instead of throwing things. I, personally, am entertained by the range of places/situations people are throwing themselves into.

#i am going to THROW MYSELF into the SEA #hurl me into the sea #hurl me into the sun #trebuchet me into the sun #hurl me straight at europa #vent me out of an airlock #slam me against a wall #put me in a box and throw me down the stairs #throwing myself into traffic you know? #just defenestrate me already #defenestrate me #absolutely hurl me through plate glass #i'm going to start tossing furniture

5. Bodily Harm

There’s a good deal of overlap with the previous theme. Nearly all of the tags involving throwing would result in varying degrees of bodily harm. Here are the tags outside of the Throwing subgroup.  

#im going to throw upppppp #tearing my hair out #banging my head against the wall #SCREAMIIIING BANGING MY HEAD ON THE WALL #biting my arms off #microwaving myself #crumple me up and microwave me

6. Absurdism

My personal favorite cluster. The imagery conjured and resulting comedic hyperbole is just [chef’s kiss].

#im gonna rip off my front door and eat it #crumple me up and microwave me #put me in a box and throw me down the stairs #defenestrate me #absolutely hurl me through plate glass

7. Keysmashes

These tags center less around meaning and more around style, so they form the last group. A handful of these could fall under Noisy Emotional Outbursts because they represent reaction noises. In my linguistic judgment, keysmashing increases the hyperbole – consider augh versus aughfhghghghhh – the latter reads as prolonged and more intense emotionally.

#aghdjakgsjadhjaka * #hrhrhrhgnnnghhhhh #aughfhghghghhh #mmmmrrrghuhhhhghhh #I'm so normal about it teehee #waughfhghghh #oughhhhghghhh

*one digression in a friend discord server was how people interpret keysmashes in their minds. Some hear the first couple letters and then some sputtering, others hear static. It’s a common joke that you need a minor in linguistics to understand conversations in this friend group. Such is the nature of things when the chaos linguist energy is strong.

[plaguedocboi]

Top 5 sailing ships?

OUGOUGHJOUU

1. Götheborg. She’s so pretty auuaghhh

2. Hermione. Woagh.

3. The Bark Europa! You’re nailing those Antarctic expeditions girl.

4. Tres Hombres. An actual merchant ship of modern day! A symbol of sustainability and ethical trade.

5. Nao Trinidad. A working replica of Magellan’s ship and I met her in real life ;)

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

Destinytober24: Day 18 - Vex

Post-TFS Dark Vanguard Europa Vex firefight go!

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

"Mind the Hydra death blast!" the Drifter shouted as he slid along the snow covered incline, shards of ice and Stasis skittering along down with him.

Eris, floating in the air, covered her eyes with one arm while continuing to mutter in the guttural language of the Hive, maintaining her protective spell. Glowing Soulfire and Hive energy formed a large pale green sphere emanating from where she floated, keeping herself and Ana Bray safe.

The sound of a small thermite explosion filled their ears.

One of the guardians with them was not quick enough. If ghosts could sigh, the Titan's ghost absolutely would have as it appeared beside the corpse and opened its shell to begin reviving its chosen next to the remains of the Hydra.

A Hunter crouched behind Stasis shards from one of the Drifter's glacier grenades, using a sniper rifle to take out anything shooting at Eris and Ana. Another Hunter took a running leap, pulling out their Golden Gun and vaporizing a Cyclops attempting to pick them all off at range.

The Drifter tumbled out sideways in front of the doorway Eris was protecting, coming up on one knee and gunning down four Vex before tumbling away again.

Elsie Bray was short-range teleporting around the battle, tripping Goblins, picking off Minotaurs with headshots from her pulse rifle, tossing Stasis grenades left and right.

"I've almost got it!" Ana spoke into their shared comms as she continued accessing the panel within Eris' sphere of Hive magic protection.

"Incoming Harpies on the ice flows!" the Drifter called out.

"Mine!" their Warlock companion called out, floating up in the air to cast a Needlestorm.

The Drifter scanned the firefight and his eyes caught a Minotaur about to snipe the Warlock out of the air. Trust barked at his side and the Minotaur went down in a heap of metal and Radiolaria before it could take the shot.

"Dammit!" Elsie shouted angrily. "Wyvern on the field!"

"Shit," the Drifter swore. "You!" he slid in next to the Solar Hunter and tapped them on the shoulder. "How long till you can Golden Gun again?"

"Almost there."

"Come with Drifter. It's chicken roasting time."

The Hunter nodded and followed him. They worked their way around the edge of the battle, ducking and running, until they snuck in behind the Wyvern and its accompanying half-dozen Goblins, marching toward the entrance where Eris was protecting Ana.

Six shots from the Drifter took out the Goblins and the Wyvern turned to face them, the long tendrils around its shield wings fluttering in the cold Europan sunlight. It would have been pretty if it wasn't about to kill them.

The Wyvern leaped up, ready to pounce and land on the Drifter. He watched it, his eyes calculating… waiting… waiting… He rolled at the last second before the Wyvern landed, barely avoiding the concussive blast.

"Any time now would be great!" the Drifter called out over his shoulder as the Wyvern began to walk toward him, its long metal legs almost prancing as it fired its warp lance turrets. The Drifter ducked behind cover, narrowly avoiding the blasts of Void energy hitting all around him.

The Hunter's Golden Gun rang out. The Wyvern melted into a pile of scrap and sparks.

"Winner, winner, chicken dinner!" the Drifter said as he grinned, nodding at the Hunter.

"I'm in!" Ana announced over their shared comms. "Everyone get inside so I can close this door!"

"Don't have to tell us twice, Sister!" the Drifter replied, climbing on the back of the Hunter's sparrow.

A frozen Ahamkara bone whipped past them as they flew through the door, immobilizing the Hobgoblin which had them in its sights.

Link to the entire month's worth of prompts on Ao3, posted daily.

[ltwilliammowett]

Rigging and Sails - Bark Europa

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Shrouded in Mist, Spectral Icebergs Float Around the Antarctic Peninsula in Photos by Jan Erik Waider

In late 2019, Jan Erik Waider boarded the Bark Europa, a 56-meter-long wooden sailing ship constructed in 1911, bound for the Antarctic Peninsula. The Hamburg-based photographer, whose work centers on polar landscapes (previously), captured the multifaceted forms of glaciers and icebergs, steely grays of storms, and shrouds of mist during the 24-day voyage. Waider is known for his documentation of dramatic northern destinations like Iceland, Norway, and Greenland, and a trip to the southern extreme proffered an opportunity to expand on his series of atmospheric vistas with the project A Faint Resemblance.

All images © Jan Erik Waider

[guy60660]

Lars Udsen | Bark Europa

[lea-andres]

I'll shoot the same question to you too lol

We know the chaos puppies, but what other OCs do you have? Can I get a reminder? 👀

Ohhhh there's so many...

Let's hit the important people that aren't next gen. I'm assuming we know Professor Horne and Cornelius via Puppy association and I'm skipping them too. And I'm skipping Opal, it's safe to say we know her too.

Putting under a read more because SO MANY.

Seymour the Polar Bear - Bark's dad! (Neither party knows this yet, Vector figures it out eventually.) Wet paper bag of a man, we love how nerdy and pathetic he is. 💕

Willow the Mouse - Bark's stepmom, sweetheart.

Rosemary the Mouse - Willow's mom, a seamstress that force adopted the Chaotix when they saved her shop from robots once. A scheming nosy old thing that *will* meddle in your love life. (Be afraid, Vector and Espio lmao)

Buttercup the Polar Mouse - Bark's younger half sister, ends up being involved in all the Styx stuff because SOMEONE has to tend to Pebble's wounds and then not blab the secret (And they fall in love, aww!)

Olson the Polar Mouse - Bark's younger half brother, (one of) Charmy's besties, and eventually successfully annoys his away into being Carlisle's lab assistant.

Pebble the Hedgehog/Styx - Carlisle built a super suit (Styx) and convinced his very plain and boring friend (Pebble) to wear it. Superhero shenanigans ensue.

Europa the Siren - An evil siren sealed away in a figurehead Team Cerberus and Rough + Tumble accidentally unleashed. She'll drown you if there's water nearby and bite you if there is no water nearby.

Giermund the Viking - Europa's "husband"... She drowned him and now he's her undead lover and servant... Don't look at me like that, he's into it, it's fine...

Ursa the Polar Bear - Everyone start booing! We hate her. She's Bark's mom, she sucks! She pushed way too hard for Bark to become a snowboarder and now we know why he's selectively mute and ran away from home.

Crystal the Polar Bear - Bark's cousin (they were raised together so she's more like his sister), she's really frustrated because she wants the life Ursa's trying to force onto Bark.

Moss the Polar Bear - Bark's uncle (Ursa's brother). He wants to run his hot spring spa resort in peace but Ursa's a bully.

Veil the Chameleon - Espio's older sister. She's dead. Has been dead since Espio was 6. She haunts him because she doesn't want to go on without him and also he's an idiot.

Feel free to ask again about fankids and others! There's many many others I deemed not big players.

[ifisthemiddlewordinlife]

Bark Europa