#blergh

[isbergillustration]

Out for a walk

#drawing #artists on tumblr #illustration #digital art #procreate #my art #blergh

[hariible]

STOP THE COUNT! #VRISKASWEEP

#vriskasweep #tumblr woman election 2023 #homestuck #vriska serket #vriska #tumblr woman poll #tumblrwoman election 2023 #polls #tw trump #blergh

[crow-cap]

Very ill so I’m doodling link while in bed

#totk #botw #link #botw link #totk link #crowcraft #eeeueeugh I hate being ill #blergh #i am poorly and weak and dying (<- has a moderate cold) #ok. off to take more paracetamol #post over #gbye

[awful-amateur]

Reblog if you want your brain to shut the fuck up

#/np #nyehehhehehh #Blergh #awfullyamatuering #shitposting #shitpost

[jesidres]

#kei kisaragi #black jack #osamu tezuka #my boi #slowly trying to remember how to draw #blergh #trying not to think bad things #but self doubt is big and ugly

[missmisnomer]

What if I just drew something for the sake of whimsy, huh?? What if I posted something that I am excited about and didn't worry about how it would be received?? What if I just doodled something that was fun to draw and didn't worry that it ended up "good"?? What then??

#i might just fucking die that's what #sorry for vagueposting the worms are in my brain tonight #the imposter syndrome has been strong lately and I just want to enjoy making art again #would y'all mind if I just popped off??? #blergh #personal #artist struggles

[marsipain]

Terrifying

Shits about to go down

#ninjago #yuck #i dont like the way he says it #as if the fandom is gonna hate it #this is giving me really bad omens #blergh #marsipain speaks #ns 16 #ns16 #ninjago crystallized #ninjago crystalized

[qqueenofhades]

Yooooo Cali is making moves to get Dur Orange Fuhrer off our ballot!

Granted nothing will be set til the New Year/we see what happens with Colorado's version but nonetheless I'm so proud of my state!

Aha, so I saw. Apparently there are also lawsuits underway in 16 other states, which.... I'm still 100% sure we will have to endure another election with him (GOD WHY NO GOD PLEASE), but it sure would be FUCKING NICE if even a few of them worked, especially in purple states. Obviously he wasn't going to win CA or CO anyway, but. Yeah.

#anonymous #ask #politics for ts #the giant orange monster #god i am so fucking sick of him #when will he die #christmas miracle anyone? #the irony being that the entire rest of the gop is as bad as trump #they could all run #literally the only criterion here is “don't be a fucking insurrectionist” #and yet they trip over that bar #because it's gotta be trump or no one i guess #blergh #i would also take these lawsuits being drawn out long enough to force him off the ballot because of ongoing appeals #he tries to delay every other legal proceeding against him #so like #why not a taste of his own medicine #i hate this country

[transmasc-totoro]

Everyone talks about how amazing the princess bride is (rightfully so) but people don’t talk enough about the soundtrack. The motifs the themes the impeccable vibes. Have you sat down and listened to “guide my sword”? Have you heard “the friends’ song” and heard the guitar and horn in conversation with each other in a light and playful dance, much like Inigo and Fezziks’ friendship? Mark Knopfler is a legend. A legend I say!!!!

#eben talks #the princess bride #mark knopfler #idk if there’s a mark knopfler community on tumblr. I hope so #listen the man is brilliant for his soundtrack to local hero alone #wild theme makes me sooo emo guys #makes me think of sitting on the ground listening to music and looking at the trees #seeing the sunlight shift through the leaves #🍃 #while thinking abt something that feels profound #and a little nostalgic. #blergh #why do I have my 60 year old dads music taste. god. at least I don’t like steely Dan yet #nothing against steely Dan I just feel it’s such a stereotype for dads I need to have some individuality

[s0ckh3adstudios]

ate toomany flaming hot cheetos

#blergh #sock talk

[godbirdart]

texting? talking over social media? no problem!!! love that!! i can text for DAYS without tiring

having to talk to other humans? with my people voice? in person??? i would prefer not to. why can’t i just beam my silly little texts into your head instead

#WHAT A WORLD #LIKE IT'S NOT AS IF IT'S PERSONAL #i have a bit more stamina with people i've known for a really long time #but for the large portion i have 0 stamina with strangers #blergh #fursona #oc #shitposting #sebastian

[hariible]

best Alfred takes

chub + muscles

insecure/body image issues

uses humor or bragging to hide that

ADHD

hero-complex

possible eating disorder

refuses to get diagnosed

dimples

stretch marks

perfect smile

child at heart but oddly powerful

tan/midtone skin

mixed race

space nerd

nerd in general

also a jock

clingy and touchy

lawful good

means well, still messes up sometimes

overall very good boy

#hetalia #aph america #chubby!america #blergh #the burger king himself

[soul-teller]

im sick and sad, pls send me your headcanons about your favorite characters (they also can be your own characters)

(p.s. also you can send them in my ask box or in replies or reblog this post with them, whatever you like)

there should've been a picture of my cat Jiji, bUT MOBILE TUMBLR NEVER LETS ME POST ANYTHING WITH A PICTURE, HATE HATE HATE HATE

#soulteller tales #man depresso espresso got me deep #i hate being siiiick end my miseryyyy aaaaaaarhg #by all means i should be asleep and ive got a test run of an exam tomorrow #blergh

[vivelareine]

Did people really do their business in the halls of Versailes? Seems incredulous, so I wanted to know if it was true.

Short answer: No.

Long answer: Some people did, but it was not socially acceptable or the norm. It should be viewed in the same vein as someone peeing at the end of an alley in a modern city. It happens, yes, but doesn't mean that everyone in that city just pees in the street.

Longer answer:

If you were a resident of Versailles you would have access to at minimum chamber pots, bourdaloues (designed for women who needed to pee) and public latrines. If you were a noble resident, you also likely had your own private closestool in your apartments, which was basically a chamber pot built into a seat--like a commode. These came in several styles, including independent chairs and seats built into walls, depending on the apartments. Madame du Barry had her own "chaise room," which was just for her toilet, at Versailles.

By 1789, there were also 9 flushing toilets at Versailles, though these were reserved for royalty and some exclusive favorites.

If you were a guest at Versailles, you would have likely used the public latrines or--depending on what era we're talking about--makeshift private "chaise rooms," which used screens and curtains. Chamber pots or closestools would have been in these.

Some people peed in public or semi-public areas, but these anecdotes are not particularly numerous and required contextual study. One anecdote recounts some servant boys who peed in the courtyard, near the window of a specific courtier, and kept doing it after he yelled at him. Another anecdote (from Liselotte!) recounts that they would kept seeing servants peeing in corners when they entered certain public rooms. Another anecdote recounts a man who gave up when the latrines were full and he absolutely had to go, so he peed in a stairwell.

So for these anecdotes, we have young servants who get yelled at (meaning it was not acceptable behavior) and later seem to do it deliberately; servants who probably couldn't leave their posts to go to the bathroom and made do but whose behavior was complained about (again, so it's not acceptable); and then a man who was about to pee his pants and did the palace equivalent of peeing in the bushes on the side of the road.

There's also an anecdote about the Louvre which is often trotted out, as it specifically brings up feces being in stairwells (since none of these these anecdotes, aside from this Louvre report from 1675, specifically claim people were pooping publicly at Versailles) but it bears noting that: 1) the report is derived from a single book by Anne Somerset, who does not source it so we have no idea where it came from or its authenticity at this point and 2) Somerset specifically says the report "may be exaggerated" because it specifically came from a man trying to get his closestool business a contract with the royal court. So it's not exactly a reliable source, considering that context.

Does this mean Versailles smelled like roses and there were never bathroom related issues? No.

Some people complained if their apartments were close to the latrines because of the smell. Mesdames complained about some of their favorites being lodged close to the latrines, for instance.

Sometimes, waste pipes carrying waste away from toilet facilities broke, which created a mess. There is one incident, and I want to say it happened at the Trianon chateau, where the waste pipes broke and seeped into the kitchens which had to be gutted and cleaned.

Sometimes servants tossed chamber pots outside windows into the courtyards, which they weren't supposed to do, but some servants still did it. Marie Antoinette was hit at least twice this way; after one of these incidents, a public notice at Versailles reminded readers that throwing chamber pots out windows was considered criminal, which means that this behavior (throwing waste out into public areas) was not considered socially acceptable.

Books and pop history media (like Supersizers Go) inflate these anecdotes about people urinating sometimes in public or waste issues gone awry and then create something entirely different out of them.

But "some people peed in public at Versailles and other people viewed this as gross" and "sometimes, waste pipes broke down and it didn't smell nice if you were near the latrines or cesspits" is different than the pop history notion of "The courtiers at Versailles were just peeing and pooping in the hallways and it was totally normal!! Oh that gross past!"

Now, different palaces had different facilities in different eras. Fontainebleau, for instance, was very much lacking on the toilet facility front in the late 17th/early 18th century. There's an absolutely hilarious letter by Liselotte where she complains to someone about being obliged to "hold her turds" at night because her apartments are on the side of the palace without interior closestools, and all she has available is a chamber pot in her room but she doesn't like to take a poop "into the air" without something underneath her. The only option if you were on that side of the palace was to go outside to some public latrines and do your business in front of others.

But even here, "People had to go to outdoor latrines at night if they were on a certain side of the palace and didn't want to use a chamber pot to poop" is still different than "people just pooped in hallways."

#french history #history #versailles #I need to get my long post on this done #I just can't get my brain to focus lately #blergh

[meebleagain]

while there were some nice things about the new atla remake and i did mostly enjoy watching it, there are some annoying things that i haven't seen mentioned yet. like june's characterization. whatever small amount of screen time she got, being a side character and all, was completely ruined by those weird flirty comments toward iroh. IROH. only happened twice but made me cringe so bad. it's entirely out of character for her, nerfs her power and is misogynistic similarly to how otherwise truly strong female characters like katara and suki were nerfed. not to mention the age difference.

atla netflix was also trying to be a more serious show, which is bound to happen with the heavy themes and it being live action, but the original's humor was part of what made it so great. the main characters are literally kids, and deserve to have a childhood, a life outside of saving the world. there were moments where the gaang did have fun and laughed, etc. but almost all of the humor was taken directly from the original show. which seemed like it was just there to create nostalgia

the more serious tone of the show also seemed too much like the movie (or whatever small clips ive seen of it). aang is always fixated on his duty and seems to know everything about everything despite not listening to the monks when he was younger? he also keeps blaming everything on himself (which is really unhealthy) and while there are external figures that tell him that, they were never intended to be like that anyways in the original.

good casting though, i really liked episode 6 with zuko's storyline and if this gets a second season (unlikely?) i hope they do better

#atla #natla #atla netflix #avatar the last airbender #live action #natla critical #blergh #bad writing #atla spoilers

[megamanrecut]

Okay, so taking awhile (again) on the next chapter, so here's another part of 'Become the Night 2'

Become the Night 2 Teaser, 2/? (part 1 here, or Ao3)

The air raider droned monotonously as they flew West. For awhile, Turner was quiet as he sat straight-backed in the passenger seat, staring imperiously into the horizon. Proto studied him curiously out of the corner of his eye.

Turner was not quite like Elec Man—certainly, the resemblance was there—they had practically identical faces and eyes. Yet while Elec Man could produce a glare as cold as a serial killer twisting a knife between your ribs while watching the life fade from your eyes, Turner’s similarly icy, penetrating glare only held the menace of one who might hold a knife up to a throat, but go no further. 

“We can’t tell anyone about this,” Turner said finally with the curt formality of an executive ordering about an intern.

“Don’t worry, I sneak off all the time!” replied Proto, waving a hand airily. “No one will think twice about it. But I gotta ask…how come you came to me for help? Why didn’t didn’t you go to Pharaoh Man instead?”

There was a small pause. Turner twisted in his seat to look blankly at Proto. “Who?”

“Geese, kid, how secret was this mission you and Elec Man were on? Don’t you know your other allies in the Syndicate?”

Turner stared at Proto for a moment, then shook his head. “Only our mutual acquaintance Mr. Smith, and stop calling me diminutives. I am Mr. Turner to you.”

“Can you fight?”

Turner angled his chin hastily and gave Proto a superior look.  “No, it is not my responsibility to ‘fight,’ that’s the job of lowly combat robots like you.”

“…Care to run that by me again, junior?”

With a small jerk, Turner added, “Please.”

Smiling, Proto looked out the window. They were flying over Indiana, green fields of corn stretching below them in a checkered grid. Despite all the blatant, uncalled for rudeness, he was enjoying Turner’s company a lot. Elec Man had taught his little brother well in acting the part of Syndicate, and his little brother was a good student—but Proto had a feeling underneath this robot was quite different from Elec Man or Syndicate altogether.

“…So ballet?” he queried, recalling something Elec Man had said about the mission in California.

Turner held himself up proudly (again a bit like a peacock fanning its feathers) “Yes. My alias is Todd Turner, perhaps you’ve heard of me.”

“…I’m afraid not?”

The feathers drooped. “Oh. Well, I’m the best ballet dancer in the world.”

“…Okay…?”

Picking up on Proto’s tone, Turner drew himself up indigently. “I like it a lot and if you’re going to make fun—“

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t!” said Proto hastily, though he felt his own eyebrows raising more than he intended. So then, Turner was a ballet dancer? That explained the prince-like suit!

As Turner continued to look offended, his pale eyes glaring superiorly ahead, Proto decided to change the subject back to the matter at hand.

“So…how long has Elec Man been missing?”

“I never said Mr. Smith went missing,” Turner replied stiffly.

“…No offense kid, but you are a bad liar (which according to my little brother is actually a good thing!). I could tell something was wrong the moment I first saw you.”

“No you couldn’t—how?”

“Well, for example, I saw you casing our house yesterday, while Rock and I were out walking his robo-dog. You thought you were hidden. I would have trashed you, but I noticed your eyes, which are just like your older brother’s, and decided to wait.”

At this, Turner’s pale eyes darted over to Proto. The high-and-mighty act he had been putting on slipped. He looked small, and scared.

“But listen, you don’t have to worry—“ Proto put in hastily, then added with a laugh, “I’m not going to hurt you, you know—I’m Break Man!”

…This didn’t quite alleviate Turner’s apprehension as anticipated. “…Who?” He sounded just as bewildered by this name as he had at Pharaoh Man’s.

“Break Man!” Proto repeated, confused. “The red bomber!”

“Never heard of you.”

“Well, I’m kinda like a superhero in New York City.”

This was met with awkward silence. Turner stared at Proto, scrutinizing him like a complicated jigsaw puzzle. He didn’t seem to know what to make of this information. They flew through a few puffy clouds, which briefly blanked the air raider’s convex windows in white.

“And you are…living like a human?” Turner sounded doubtful, as though asking if pigs could fly.

“Yeah, I guess,” replied Proto, feeling slightly defensive. “…Something funny about that?”

Turner quickly looked away from Proto back out the window. “No, not at all. …Though, you’re nothing at all like I pictured.”

“What did you picture?”

Turner’s brows drew together. He still looked nervous. “They call Cypher the 'Devil of the Underground'—that Cypher could take down an army of scrappers faster than fire in a paper warehouse, that he leaves no enemy alive,” he whispered.

“Stop! You’re making me blush,” laughed Proto, pleased. “I’m not half as scary as your brother.”

“Yeah, you’re not like that at all,” agreed Turner. “Really you’re just a dork from the suburbs.”

…Proto’s self-pleased feeling crashed.

“You don’t even dress well,” Turner added, almost accusingly, eying the old T-shirt and baggy jeans Proto was wearing beneath his bomber jacket.

“Well, this is just my lab clothes—shut up,” Proto muttered, fully aware he was wearing something that leaned more on the ‘comfort’ scale than the ‘cool’ scale, an unfortunate fashion trend that had snuck up on him when he had moved back to Dr. Light’s laboratory. Stuck up little brat, he thought, then smiled. He supposed Turner’s statement was a product of Elec Man’s influence—if anything, he should be annoyed at Elec Man.

“So…what did Elec Man tell you about me?” Proto asked casually as he checked the flight instruments and adjusted the altitude slightly.

“Not much.”

“…Oh.”

Proto’s shoulder’s slumped a little. He himself still sometimes thought of Elec Man—usually when he was busting amateurish heist that Elec Man would have found funny. He remembered how they used to challenge each other by doing something reckless. Instead, Proto was now making sure Roll didn’t do the same reckless shit he used to do while fighting Dr. Wily. Of course, it made sense that Elec Man had put all of that behind himself; Elec Man had always tried to act so mature...

Turner was eyeing Proto in a strange, almost jealous way, then clarified with significance, “Mr. Smith complains about everyone—the delivery men being late, the seamstresses mishandling my costumes, the director slacking off, when someone in the audience coughs too much, if one of the violins in the orchestra is off-key—but not you.”

Proto perked up again. “Really?”

Turner had gone back to watching Proto with a guarded expression. “I can trust you, right?”

“Yes, though you obviously don’t. You’re that desperate, huh junior?”

Turner sniffed. “Well…Mr. Smith trusted you.”

“Yeah. I mean, I was programmed to obey the Syndicate for most of the time we knew each other, but I think he did even outside of that.” Proto checked the flight course—an hour until they reached Los Angeles. “Alright, now that we have that settled, I’ll ask you again…how long has Elec Man been missing?”

At first, Proto thought Turner would continue to be aggravatingly stubborn, but Turner responded in the smallest of voices, “…Three days.”

Three days. Shit. “Kid, you better tell me everything. I got a real bad feeling about this. Your secrets are safe with me, honest—just tell me.”

For a moment, Turner continued to waver, then finally told Proto about his mission at the ballet—about having a target, an unknown person of whom he had been tasked to assassinate on a certain night. Then, reluctantly, he explained that he had told Elec Man that he couldn’t do it, and that Turner’s mission had been called off. 

“…Elec Man said our creator said I didn’t have to do it anymore, and I could just perform as usual, which is what I did,” Turner continued somberly. His eyes had been on his knees the entire time. “But then, that night…Elec Man wasn’t backstage like he usually is. He wasn’t at our apartment either. He wasn’t anywhere.”

Proto had been frowning all throughout Turner’s story. “This person you were targeting…were they dangerous?”

“I dunno.” Turner looked helplessly down at his hands, which had been balling up the fabric of his suit’s pant legs in a way Elec Man most certainly would not have approved of. “I think…I think something definitely went wrong. Elec Man wouldn’t just leave like that. If I had just done my part of the plan, then Elec Man would still be around, he—“

“Whatever happened wasn’t your fault,” Proto told Turner sternly. “I’m sure Elec Man would say the same if he were here.”

For the first time, Turner’s perfect posture crumpled. He sat slumped in the passenger chair, his eyes downcast on the creases he had just made in his suit’s pant legs.

“Hey, you did right thing coming to me for help!” Proto reassured him quickly. “We’ll find your brother, don’t worry.”

Turner was silent for awhile. Proto wasn’t sure if he’d speak again, but finally— “I don’t know what you mean by calling Elec Man my ‘brother.’ He’s just my prototype.”

“Does he care for you? And you him?”

“…Yes?”

“Well then, junior, he’s your brother.”

Turner mulled this over. Proto could see a flicker of excited revelation cross his face, like a momentary sunbeam. Again, Turner’s behavior thoroughly reminded Proto of Rock. Rock could be obnoxiously lawful like this, especially when he was enforcing Dr. Light’s rules with a dog-like level of obedience far beyond what even Dr. Light considered necessary. From then on, Proto decided to make it his mission to get Turner to laugh.

But first things first. “We’re almost to L.A.,” Proto announced. “Let’s check this apartment of yours out first, okay? Perhaps we can get a clue to where Elec Man is.” 

Continued in Part 3

#fic updates #return to the night #become the night #proto man #top man #elec man #recut au #syndicate!proto au #syndicate #blergh