#sark my beloved

[iorepairs]

Getting emotional over the fact that the moment when Sark is at his most powerful—when the MCP transfers all of its functions to him and he becomes giant—is also when he's least himself. Theoretically, this should be his triumphant moment, but he himself is arguably not even present for it.

Sark is a power-hungry program, so it's a narratively fitting end for him. But it's still tragic to me that the ultimate outcome of his years (presumably? time in the grid is weird) of in turn striving and groveling was for him to reach the zenith of power within the Encom grid only as a shell—pretty literally. It's the most direct expression of what the MCP truly views him as: a puppet, only useful because of his form.

This outcome was probably inevitable for him from the start, but I wish someone could have just stepped in and convinced Sark that being the MCP's supposed golden boy couldn't last forever. That this path is unsustainable and that he's just going to end up as the final victim, win or lose.

[an-ruraiocht]

oh man he so should have done

mortimer: how dare you put children at risk. none of your minors training programmes are following pedagogical standards let alone conforming to health and safety guidelines. do you even have a teaching qualification I DIDN'T THINK SO

can’t believe mortimer sark didn’t get to wallop ian ryans over the head with a woodworking safety manual…

[saints-who-never-existed]

A few more random snapshots of my beloved Cutty Sark. <3

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The circular wooden item with the holes was something I hadn't seen before - it was suspended from the ceiling and intended to hold drinks and bottles to stop them tipping over or sliding off the table in choppy seas.

Also - as embarrassing as it is to admit - I legitimately didn't notice the model figure up in the rigging (fourth image) until I looked back at my pictures later in the day... 👀

[jeff-the-landshark]

Jeffrey my beloved little man, if I give you pets.... Are you smooth? Or sandpaper-y, like non-land sharks?

I would like to give you pets because you are a very good boy. Pat pat good sark.

mrrrr, mrrrr!!

[Jeff says he is smooth, like a shark!!]

[iamthemaestro]

little snapshot of my desk which clearly belongs to a normal person from the 21st century. evidently this is the time of year where I do some reorganizing and reminiscing over where each part came from… I think it’s important to have a workspace that you genuinely enjoy and while it could be said that I am maybe Too Fond Of Trinkets, all of them are very important to me.

some highlights are:

newly acquired postcards from the cheshire war museum featuring some rather harrowed lads from my beloved 22nd Regiment of Foot

bronze regimental medal awarded for my first year reenacting last year

Cutty Sark half hull crafted by my grandfather

HMS Victory and Mayflower models made by yours truly (and not at all to scale with each other)

ceramic georgian gentleman made in occupied Japan that I got in an antique shop during my time on the Lady Washington (along with the die cast redcoat + the glasses)

continental three dollar bill issued in 1776 that’s been in my pocket for the last 250 years given by the 2nd New Jersey as a recruitment flyer

clay cello made for me by my brother several years ago that I care about far too much to use as a keychain

vintage starboard lantern from Hong Kong. no story there I bought it off ebay

[ruelpsen]

wait no... there's two

One of the posts I rbed tonight got me thinking about if there are any skinny people/characters (in other words not my type) who I actually find hot and would fuck with given the chance and well. Off the top of my head, I came up with a grand total of one.

[ninadove]

Nina reads Dracula 🦇

August 1st

Two days of fog, and not a sail sighted. Had hoped when in the English Channel to be able to signal for help or get in somewhere. Not having power to work sails, have to run before wind. Dare not lower, as could not raise them again. We seem to be drifting to some terrible doom.

😬

Mate now more demoralised than either of men. His stronger nature seems to have worked inwardly against himself.

EURYLOCHUS NO!!!!!

Men are beyond fear, working stolidly and patiently, with minds made up to worst. They are Russian, he Roumanian.

YOU’VE DOOMED US AAALL EURYLOCHUUUUUUUUUS!!!!!!!!!!

Ok now back to Mina and Lucy and the old man:

"It be all fool-talk, lock, stock, and barrel; that's what it be, an' nowt else. These bans an' wafts an' boh-ghosts an' barguests an' bogles an' all anent them is only fit to set bairns an' dizzy women a-belderin'. They be nowt but air-blebs. They, an' all grims an' signs an' warnin's, be all invented by parsons an' illsome beuk-bodies an' railway touters to skeer an' scunner hafflin's, an' to get folks to do somethin' that they don't other incline to. It makes me ireful to think o' them. Why, it's them that, not content with printin' lies on paper an' preachin' them out of pulpits, does want to be cuttin' them on the tombstones. Look here all around you in what airt ye will; all them steans, holdin' up their heads as well as they can out of their pride, is acant—simply tumblin' down with the weight o' the lies wrote on them, 'Here lies the body' or 'Sacred to the memory' wrote on all of them, an' yet in nigh half of them there bean't no bodies at all; an' the memories of them bean't cared a pinch of snuff about, much less sacred. Lies all of them, nothin' but lies of one kind or another! My gog, but it'll be a quare scowderment at the Day of Judgment when they come tumblin' up in their death-sarks, all jouped together an' tryin' to drag their tombsteans with them to prove how good they was; some of them trimmlin' and ditherin', with their hands that dozzened an' slippy from lyin' in the sea that they can't even keep their grup o' them."

… Why are you trying so hard to dispel these rumours. What is it to you.

"Sacred to the memory of George Canon, who died, in the hope of a glorious resurrection, on July, 29, 1873, falling from the rocks at Kettleness. This tomb was erected by his sorrowing mother to her dearly beloved son. 'He was the only son of his mother, and she was a widow.' Really, Mr. Swales, I don't see anything very funny in that!" She spoke her comment very gravely and somewhat severely.

"Ye don't see aught funny! Ha! ha! But that's because ye don't gawm the sorrowin' mother was a hell-cat that hated him because he was acrewk'd—a regular lamiter he was—an' he hated her so that he committed suicide in order that she mightn't get an insurance she put on his life. He blew nigh the top of his head off with an old musket that they had for scarin' the crows with. 'Twarn't for crows then, for it brought the clegs and the dowps to him. That's the way he fell off the rocks. And, as to hopes of a glorious resurrection, I've often heard him say masel' that he hoped he'd go to hell, for his mother was so pious that she'd be sure to go to heaven, an' he didn't want to addle where she was. Now isn't that stean at any rate"—he hammered it with his stick as he spoke—"a pack of lies? and won't it make Gabriel keckle when Geordie comes pantin' up the grees with the tombstean balanced on his hump, and asks it to be took as evidence!"

… Kids, could you lighten up a little?

I did not know what to say, but Lucy turned the conversation as she said, rising up:—

"Oh, why did you tell us of this? It is my favourite seat, and I cannot leave it; and now I find I must go on sitting over the grave of a suicide."

"That won't harm ye, my pretty; an' it may make poor Geordie gladsome to have so trim a lass sittin' on his lap. That won't hurt ye. Why, I've sat here off an' on for nigh twenty years past, an' it hasn't done me no harm. Don't ye fash about them as lies under ye, or that doesn' lie there either! It'll be time for ye to be getting scart when ye see the tombsteans all run away with, and the place as bare as a stubble-field. There's the clock, an' I must gang. My service to ye, ladies!" And off he hobbled.

Haha… Haaaaaa…

Lucy and I sat awhile, and it was all so beautiful before us that we took hands as we sat; and she told me all over again about Arthur and their coming marriage. That made me just a little heart-sick, for I haven't heard from Jonathan for a whole month.

The same day.I came up here alone, for I am very sad. There was no letter for me. I hope there cannot be anything the matter with Jonathan. The clock has just struck nine. I see the lights scattered all over the town, sometimes in rows where the streets are, and sometimes singly; they run right up the Esk and die away in the curve of the valley. To my left the view is cut off by a black line of roof of the old house next the abbey. The sheep and lambs are bleating in the fields away behind me, and there is a clatter of a donkey's hoofs up the paved road below. The band on the pier is playing a harsh waltz in good time, and further along the quay there is a Salvation Army meeting in a back street. Neither of the bands hears the other, but up here I hear and see them both. I wonder where Jonathan is and if he is thinking of me! I wish he were here.

STOP THIS IS SO SAD FOR SO MANY REASONS AND GOSH THE WAY MINA TRIES TO DISTRACT HERSELF BY DESCRIBING THE LANDSCAPE BUT ONLY SEES OMENS OF DEATH HELP

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[psalm22-6]

The Mount Alexander Mail, 18 July 1870

The greater part of the year Victor Hugo stays at Guernsey, allowing himself a brief holiday in the autumn, when he visits Belgium, Switzerland, &c. Regardless of the amnesty, however, his conscience will not permit him to return to his beloved France. "When liberty returns, I will return." Nevertheless he is one of the leading and active members; if not the head, of the revolutionary party in that country. At all seasons, he is up at daylight, and, notwithstanding the accusation of a species of hydrophobia as regards baths, with which we English are wont to taunt our Gallic neighbours, Victor Hugo is a grand exception and example, for "tubbing" is with him an institution; and, long before his neighbours are stirring, Victor Hugo has performed his ablutions by the light of the earliest dawn. From his glass cabinet de travail he can see the sun rise at all seasons of the year. In midsummer, from here the sun appears to rise behind Cape La Hogue; at the equinox, from behind the cliffs of Sark; in the depth of winter from behind Jersey; from, which last island he was shamefully driven out by the unprincipled application of an old Star Chamber law, in 1855. The earlier part of the morning the poet is generally to be seen promenading on the balustraded roof of his house; drinking in long draughts of health from the sea breezes, and inspiration from the immensity of sea and skies around about him. With a red Garibaldi shirt, sometimes concealed under a blue-grey dressing gown, he restlessly marches up and down, apparently in deep thought, every now and then entering his aerial studio to write down his thoughts in those heart stirring words so dear to French readers; at other times he will tear up perhaps some lines not sufficiently forcible or polished, and the pieces of paper, like sibyline leaves, come fluttering into the garden, where my little children run to catch then, calling them butterflies; scraps which many would value as rare autographs. Intensely fond of children, M. Victor Hugo always takes the greatest interest in my little ones at play, one of whom is the same age as his little grandson away at Brussels; and when he sees them playing in the sun without their hats, will always call out to them to put their hats on. It is indeed most remarkable that this energetic, vigorous, and thoughtful poet, of the most powerful intellect in the nineteenth century, is not above composing for them the kindliest and most pathetic nursery and fireside poetry, amongst which we find some of his most graceful masterpieces. Every Monday a large number of poor children — in fact, the poorest which Madame Cheney can find — are provided with a hearty meal. No distinction of creed is thought of in the selection of these children; poverty is the only passport required. Besides this, the children carry off all the remains and scraps to take home with them. Food and fuel are never refused to any one who really cannot afford such necessities of life: whilst similar to Mons. Bienvenu (his beau ideal of what a bishop might and ought to be in "Les Miserables"), although several times things have been stolen and robberies committed at Hauteville House, the benevolent owner never will prosecute, or even attempt to have the depredators sought after. —Gentleman's Magazine.

[gender-darling]

hello tumblr user gender-darling !

may the princely princess request some names themed around lain iwakura ? or just internet-like or cyber-like names :3

The princely princess asks , and He of obsession and adoration delivers !

Lain Iwakura , internet , and cyber themed names for my beloved virtuoso !

Cody , Codette , Codiette , Ciana , Ada , Ananova , Coda , Dell , Pixel , Pixelie , Pixelesse , Pixelette , Dae , Daemon , Bishop , Harv , Acrona , V , Sark , Cyberbite , Bluetooth , Cyberweb , Vocaloid , Interweb , Web , Webaero , Interaero , Cyaero , Cyberaero , Bubbleweb , Angelweb , Angelcode , Bubblepixel , Pixelangel , Vixel , Vocaweb

Hope yuo like these ! ^ ^ 🫧

[rowanhoney]

travelling 2 london for a bit this summer, do you have any recommendations about neighborhoods to stay in/ things to go see etc? xx

unfortunately I didn’t see this and I’m several months too late BUT for anyone else planning a london trip or just needing to explore

Definitely worth hitting the design museum! There’s usually some interesting exhibits and you can continue your day by walking through Holland Park after! The Dutch garden and especially the Kyoto garden are so so beautiful

Classic Londoner day out is a walk along soutbank too. There’s enough tourists that there are things to do but not a major tourist trap. Along there you have the royal festival halls, BFI, London eye, OXO tower, Tate Modern, Globe theatre. The river waves are relaxing as well. By the time you reach the end cross over tower bridge and go to the Tower of London for some grim history. Then have dinner 5 mins away along st. Katherine’s docks - lovely peaceful spot with great restaurants and sparkling lights over the canals. Bit if a hidden gem for sure

Neighbourhoods to hit:

In the west there’s Richmond! Definitely cute but a bit snobby. Richmond park is huge and you can see wild deer! On the side of town closer to the Thames you have Kew Gardens which is an absolute must and needs a dedicated day.

In the East the typical spot to hit is Shoreditch. Great for record stores, vintage shops, underground gigs, 24hr Beigels, quirky fun bars, and not too much further in Bethnal Green there’s the Last Tuesdays Society; a very macabre little collection and some strange cocktails. They even have an absinthe range.

In the North everyone wants to go to Camden which is fine, lots to see and do but the alternative side to the town has become so commercialised in the past few decades. Still worth hitting but imo Bloomsbury is nicer with lots of niche little museums hidden away and one big one ! The Wellcome Collection! They always have some really great free exhibition on. There’s some controversy about the collection but there always will be in this country. Also 2 great bookshops - Gay’s the Word and Houseman’s <3

South London, my beloved forever. I say it all the time but I love Crystal Palace. It’s just a nice little neighbourhood with a lot of history. The triangle is great for little boutiques of all kinds, really good food around, there’s a 4 floor antique store where you can find all sorts of trinkets even affordable ones. The park is huge and wonderful! There’s a boating lake, a petting zoo, an athletics centre, dinosaurs! A maze! And at various times of the year there are fireworks shows, lights shows, a series of concerts in summer, frequent funfairs and other events. Don’t forget the south london Eiffel Tower (it’s just a radio tower but most kids who grew up here thought the same). Not far on in Sydenham is the Horniman Museum and Gardens which is well worth a visit but is too often disregarded for being a little out the way. Special mention to SE London. Greenwich has a few museums, a great little theatre, the cutty sark ship and the observatory! Also within a big beautiful park.

My love to everyone who comes here 🫶 please just remember to stand on the right of the escalators

[trashquisitor-shirozora]

For the send a fandom, i'm going with one i know nothing about…Tron

Oh boy. Now this is an ask I appreciate. I'm answering for Tron, Tron: Betrayal (the comic), and Tron: Legacy. Not answering for the TV show or videogame.

The first character I first fell in love with: Sam Flynn. basic, I know, but I had a great time with his struggles with his father's legacy sitting on his shoulders The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Tron!Kevin Flynn. have thoughts about him post-first movie, but he's great as the viewpoint character helping Tron on his quest to stop Sark. The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Clu. I don't hate him. I like what he represents. I just don't care enough to do anything about it. The character I love that everyone else hates: I'm going to take "everyone else" as "people outside the fandom" and then say "A Female Character". hell, I'm sure the corporate creatives didn't care much for them either, but the Tron franchise always had great female characters. Lora and Quorra, my beloveds. The character I used to love but don’t any longer: never fell out of love with the characters, but Disney can go roast in the fires of hell The character I would totally smooch: friendly pecks on the cheek, right? because that would be Quorra. The character I’d want to be like: Lora Bradley The character I’d slap: KEVIN FLYNN POST-TRON, YOU ASS A pairing that I love: I have a life pre-Sam/Tron and a life post-Sam/Tron. I am what I am now because I spent a long time in the Sam/Tron sandbox, and it was a great sandbox. It is still a great sandbox. People who do shipping should spend more time in sandboxes for improbably ships and get some perspective. A pairing that I despise: Clu/Rinzler.

Play ask games, win ask prizes!

[iorepairs]

Greetings Programs,

I'm Ximonica (@aristaresident) and I've spent far too much time recently thinking about Tron '82, so I decided to make a side blog to ponder such questions as "where do Identity Discs come from anyway?", "what even is a command Program?", and "is this inconsistency just an error or did they Mean Something by this?".

I'm also making this blog to hopefully make friends w/ other ppl in the Tron community, so feel free to say hi and hit me with your lore ideas. My friend who introduced me to Tron is probably sick of me talking her ear off every time I have a new worldbuilding idea lmao.

I haven't watched Legacy yet so don't expect much of that content. I have a general idea of what happens in it and I'll get to it eventually but for right now 82 is priority one.

And yes I'm extremely normal abt Sark (lying). Not like I created a whole AU spanning 30+ years with extended lore and original characters originating from me wanting to romance him like character in Baldur's Gate III. Very normal way to be about a character, right? You agree.

End of Line.

[my-deer-friend]

Okay!

Of all the "obligatory" museums to see, the two I recommend most for your period of interest are the National Portrait Gallery and the V&A. The Tate Britain is also a solid choice.

Absolute must is the Sir John Soane museum (free, but has funky opening hours).

There are quite a few old houses to visit, but Kenwood House in Hampstead is a great choice. Bonus: some of the best pizza I've ever had was at L'Antica Pizzeria nearby. If you want to go a little further out, Strawberry Hill House is a gothic revival mansion and very worth the trip.

Highgate Cemetery is awesome and the tour of the closed-off west side is 100% worth is (the east is publicly accessible).

Then - Greenwich, my beloved. I wholeheartedly recommend a trip out, because there's so much to see and do: the market (packed with stuff to eat), the Cutty Sark ship museum, the Queen's House museum, the Maritime museum, the Greenwich observatory and date line.

Finally, London is the capital of walking tours! Find a topic you're interested in and there's likely to be one, and it's likely to be great.

Places to eat that I love:

If you're in the west (Hammersmith area), definitely check out Pho District. In fact, it's hard to go wrong with any of the restaurants along that stretch.

If you're wanting to splurge, you're in safe hands with Gymkhana.

Poppies Fish & Chips has branches in a few places and is very reliably excellent.

My go-to spot in Chinatown is Imperial China, but it's hard to go wrong. Tokyo Diner is also super authentic.

If you're there on a Sunday, then a Sunday roast is a must - The Grapes won't let you down, but you need to get there a bit before 12 and queue up as they don't take reservations. Otherwise most pubs will have one and you can check by ratings.

Spitalfields Market is also great for snacking.

i'm going to london in two weeks. does anyone know any cool things to do or see that aren't like, the tower of london or something?

[juliareed]

Alias l Irina & Sark l Lit Me Up

It lit me up like a torch on a pitch black night Like an ember in the needles of a dried out pine

[interstellarsystem]

ALSO. We decided that we’re collectively spacehearted, because... I mean it just makes sense, doesn’t it? Sometimes alterhuman identities are hidden right in plain sight and you feel like morons for not realizing it sooner, I guess!

[basicallyiuploadclips]

“*chuckles* That laugh..”