#nerdface

[suburbiad3vil]

*pretends not to be a gigantic sonic nerd* The fuck is a Sally Acorn? The only Sally I know is awesome and suffers from severe psychological trauma!

[theflyingiguana]

I do think I’ve reached the point where I know too many musicals, or at least, too many cast recordings because what do you mean as I’m trying to listen to songs from Lempicka, a musical i’ve been looking forward to checking out for literal years, that I have to face the reality that everytime I listen to the song Perfection I just hear Nerdface from the Emojiland musical.

EMOJILAND??????? OF ALL MUSICALS?????

CANT FORGET THAT ONE!

[dotssu3]

how frankie was posting in 2010

hi dots what kind of music do derek and frankie listen to....

derek really enjoys video game music lol, he listens to that the most. hes into math rock, prog rock, and a lil bit of electro (like daft punk and justice)..and he listens to classical music to help him unwind. he also has a soft spot for alternative rock / pop-punk bands too, he still likes taking back sunday.

frankie likes pop, (italo) disco, and electro, and like derek, she listens to classical music to help her unwind. she had a hipster twee phase and was a tumblr girl, so she still listens to music from that era (like aberdeen, mgmt and fleet foxes). and she loves lady gaga...

[kaleidoru]

[art fight 2024] comic featuring several of our OCs for @scarzzypanman (Scarzzy and Nerdface are his, The Cat o Nine Tails and Sam are mine)

[the-octopod]

did u guys know that ur creator is a giant dorky nerdface loser?

God is real?

Love,

Kwazii

[lemchehours]

Nerdface God oc

[lafcadiosadventures]

Madame Putiphar Groupread. Book Two, Chapter XXXI

“We must howl with the wolves, he who bleats among them shall be their prey!”

(tr. here  by @sainteverge )

Gustave Doré's Les loups et les brebis.

Sit yourself with a nice cup/glass of something and let’s ponder urban/rural, intra/extra european tensions in the 19th c european novel together. nerdface emoji.

(I love you Borel but this chapter has tested my patience. Why do you make the blorboes move at a glaciar pace in times of crisis)

After Deborah’s announcement and Patrick’s declaration of ideal paternity and family life, the couple dines together. Patrick asks Deborah if she likes Paris specifically before letting her know that they must LEAVE the city FAST. That gives Borel the chance to explore through Deborah yet another central theme of the Romantic novel, or the 19th c novel as a whole, Rural vs Urban life tensions. Borel as always, adds his own personal twist to it. Taking into account how essentialist 19th c French-surely not exclusively- literature is, how Romantic movements are about going back to some kind of National essence, how you cannot leaf through one of these books without reading about so called spanish/italian personality traits, occasionally reaching ad absurdum levels like in Dumas when he has Dantès claim that southern europeans are more vulnerable to poison than northern europeans, Balzac and his ambitious meridionals (in his defense, he at least IS a meridional himself), his stabby-because-catholic corsicans, and don’t get me started on Gautier’s Voyage en Espagne. Positive or negative, there is in this literary word, no escaping regional stereotyping.  

What Borel does when addressing the question, does Deborah miss Ireland, she states that she doesn’t, not Ireland specifically. What she misses is the countryside, what she loathes is city life. And, she affirms, she would loathe it as much in Dublin as in Paris. Modern Urban life is to her a sickness that seems to afflict all of Europe equally. This definitely stands out from other portrayals of Paris as a modern Babylon we’ve seen from other authors... Balzac would never. Paris is hell, but to him it is also Paris. as Diderot would say, in a fit of excessive nationalistic intoxication Paris is the brain of France, and France is the Brain of the World. yes. that was something he said unironically) But Borel does not care about what makes Paris specific here... Paris is part of something bigger, and not actually something good. He once again seems to anticipate much later philosophical ideas like Marc Augé’s non-places. Read this and tell me it doesn’t make you think of our post modern present, with our increasingly minuscule flats, the impossibility of looking out and not seeing more flats in some of the biggest metropolis in the world, etc:

 “Living in cities is narrowing; these boxes, these cages where as prisoners we wither away, compress and cinch the soul like a corset: our spirit confines itself to two ceilings and four walls; our gaze, which cannot break through, hits the surface and falls back on us; we take the habit of indulging ourselves, of being satisfied with ourselves, we diminish, we shrivel away. The perpetual sight of men’s work renders us petty and bourgeois like them: we forget the grand spectacles of nature, we forget the universe, we forget humanity, we forget everything, aside from ourselves, and whatever tastes we seek to quench: all creation comes down to a few pieces of furniture, a few chairs, a few tables, a few beds, a few pieces of fabric or silk, which we grow enamoured with, which we’re attached to like the oyster to its stone, over which we vegetate and crawl like lichen”

(translation by sainteverge)

I’d like to link here an excerpt of Champavert: The Werewolf as well. This earlier text seeks to be specifically Parisian, and more encompassing  than Debby’s experience. (noted passages in a similar vein: Balzac's Galleries of the Palais-Royale descriptionin Lost Illusions (the city-as-spectacle, everything and everyone for sale) and his snapshots of social inequality in Père Goriot)

“Le monde, c’est un théâtre: des affiches à grosses lettres, à titres emphatiques, hameçonnent la foule qui se lève aussitôt, se lave, peigne ses favoris, met son jabot et son habit dominical, fait ses frisures, endosse sa robe d’indienne, et, parapluie à la main, la voilà qui part; leste, joyeuse, désireuse, elle arrive, elle paie, car la foule paie toujours, chacun se loge à sa guise, ou plutôt suivant le cens qu’il a payé, dans le vaste amphithéâtre, l’aristocratie se verrouille dans ses cabanons grillés, la canaille reste à la merci. La toile est levée, les oreilles sont ouvertes et les cous tendus, la foule écoute, car la foule écoute toujours; l’illusion pour elle est complète, c’est de la réalité; elle est identifiée, elle rit, elle pleure, elle prend en haine, en amour, hurle, siffle, applaudit; en vain, quelquefois, sent-elle qu’on l’abuse et s’arme-t-elle de sa lorgnette, elle est myope, rien ne peut détruire son illusion et sa foi qu’exploite si galamment les comédiens”

Both of these passages share a grim diagnosis. Capitalist Modernity seems to be here a degenerative illness. Deborah’s focuses more on the domestic, most of her life means staying locked in,  completely lonely, but she has observed how the city tends to isolate, to make people focus only on their selves and their whims, which can only be satisfied by buying furniture, clothes, a thirst for possessions that transforms Humans into Oysters....

This to me is the highlight of the chapter.

After this speech our friends agree they must flee, and quick. Patrick and Deborah are ready to be open to each other. They tell each other what the reader already knows, they are now both equally aware of their danger, and of the wrongs they have both endured at the hands of their aristocratic tormentors.

Noteworthy word choice: Patrick compares himself at the hands of Putiphar to a virtuous maiden (we have joked in the groupchat about Debby and Patrick being lesbians before... Butch Lesbian Patrick confirmed)

Another thing i found startlingly contemporary sounding, in our days of lawfare and soft coups, Patrick, talkig of how Putiphar can use his theft and murder accusatio to give her illegal persecution a virtuous veneer: “she’ll be able, not that she cares about it, to mask her revenge behind an honest mask (...)”(tr, by cam)

Theres an absurdly ooc Deborah moment when she weeps and declares herself a burden. His beauty could have been the key to a brilliant social assent. Patrick corrects her, slightly offended because he is not about that #arriviste #boytoy life (Debby already knows that!???!) But Debby is only saying all of this because she fears this Fredegund’s retaliation........

Since God is apparently devoid of his divine wrath, and the powerful villains go unpunished, they must leave Paris in search of a new Promissed Land (slightly Candide-ish, right?) where if men are not less evil, (Patrick moves away from Rousseau... at least for a second) at the very least they can hope for a less asymmetrical distribution of power. Patrick has his naif hopes set on one of those ignored places European society calls savage, which he assumes will be more fit to give them “their share of sun, land and fraternity” (this is also a common theme in french novels of the day... Patrick at least still hopes to find Fraternity in these unspecified so called third world lands, instead of lording over the savages like Thénarider or Goriot era Vautrin...-Splendeurs era Vautrin hopes for an American Forest to die alone in after having eaten his own tongue. Progress. Growth.)

The only way of living in the European City is howling with the wolves, and since they’re not willing to do so, because they are lambs, they must leave. And Fast. So first to Marseille, Geneva or Livorne, and then to whatever earthly “virgin” rousseau/bougainville paradise they choose to set their paths to.

So Patrick (finally!!! sorry) leaves to buy some tickets in the first available carriage, Deborah will pack their things to avoid boredom/stress. Patrick wants a kiss, she refuses bc the farewell will then feel too final (...) Patrick claims that iron cannot harm a limb that has been kissed by a woman’s lips, so she passionately kisses him over his heart... but as soon as he sets foot on the streets Deborah hears him cry out for help. He is taken away by the kings men (illegally, in the night, shielded by the darkness) Patrick warns her not to come (she has to think of their baby) and says farewell forever. She throws out a flaming curtain for visibility. she sees as she descends, how Patrick is taken away in a palace carriage. She faints. Is taken away by Palace guardsmen herself. Book Two is over. Lasciate ogni speranza?

{ @sainteverge @counterwiddershins }

[consequencesofargentdawn]

fr now what the ever loving fuck is wrong with elf roleplayers? like the ones who actively have something like 12+ elf characters not sally with the elf alt.

have you guys seen the absolute fecal storm that is the sorceress lodge guild thread? it was only made three days ago and its degraded into 'AKSHULLY U CANT DO THIS IC :nerdface:' back and forth with valteryl/aeilmar having an around-the-back-of-aldi shitslinging match with lunarglade and co only to be topped by le funny redditor troutposting meme gang joining in.

what is the point of the forums if your guild adverts are just gooned over by terminally online anally retentive pissfarts who don't realise people who post on the forum are about 10% of the total who read them and the opinions of dried out pickled former roleplayers have about as much weight to them as jimmy saville on a children's safety committee?

We have nothing to add to this extremely amusingly put together rant aside from it is always a joy to watch the PCU (whether or not they are former pcu, active pcu or adjacent pcu) tear into itself over utterly no reason.

This is why Azure Dawn, Eternal Sisterhood, Voidfury and Highblood Myrmidons all imploded. We do not have an answer yet to the question of 'what is wrong with elf roleplayers?'

[transryanguzman]

What do you think Roy’s relationship was like with his sister?

I know there are a lot of varying opinions on this but I really and truly think Roy and his sister had a really typical relationship. Yeah, he spent a lot of time away but I suspect as he got older and they could talk they would but also they would fight but it was very that's my sister and i can call her a nerdface twathead but if anyone else does it i will Murder Them. I also think Roy was probably always fiercely protective, especially once he got back to London when Chelsea took him from Sunderland. He probably loved getting to come back home and be back with his family full time and really committed to being a great brother, especially once Phoebe was born. I think all the times we see him with Phoebe are truly his softest moments and I think him and his sister though we only saw them together once really had this cute sibling relationship - he'll do anything for her but they'll troll the fuck out of each other.

[cxsmictxy]

Bunbun hours were last night but pls lookit him

[fatewillsit]

happy holiday fellow gay cousins if your mom sucks I’ll be ur mami now 😘💖🍂🍁💕

[jenmdixon]

Guess who’s started her masters degree program? This chick! I’m so excited & nervous. I started 2 weeks ago but tonight’s the first time in class in person. #nerdface #backtoschool #mastersdegree #hellyeah #lifegoals #whatamidoingtomyself #oldstudentnewtricks #bringiton #marymountuniversity #imasaint #hahahahaha (at Marymount University Ballston Center) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByQ0bvsHFRL/?igshid=y8vmbtkwvlhl

[iteratedextras]

You're not going to get out of this by arresting Trump.

You have to actually govern, and actually act like the responsible adults in the room.

Not demand to be perceived as the responsible adults in the room. Not manage group reputations about it.

You have to be substantively serious, not just wear nerdface.

"Oh we're going to cancel student loan debt, rewarding our power base at the expense of the rest of the country with a bunch of consumption spending, while doing absolutely nothing to prevent this shit from happening again -"

There is a complaint that it's unfair to judge the current government for inflation, but that plan is selfish, cynical, power-thirsty, and inflationary. Like do you think people don't notice how cynical and selfish that is? Even if you don't get away with it, the tendency to just grab whatever legal justification and try to jam the policy in to fit is very slippery and very us/them.

It's reality TV show goon behavior.

You have to actually act like adults, actually act like people who are serious and trustworthy and consider the consequences of their actions, and then it won't matter if Trump is in jail or not.

I know people will object "but we already are!" but it's just barely. The difference between BlueAnon and QAnon is more like a 5-point gap, not a 50-point gap.

Did Italy become a failed state/banana republic/whatever when Burlseconi was convicted?

[tatsie-kun]

Got my new glasses from @payneglasses today! I love them so far and they've got blue light filters so I don't fry my eyeballs! #nerdface #newglasseswhodis https://www.instagram.com/p/BtMBwP_Hltx/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=u9phhdhgt6ok

[kyberled]

It’s 1:30 in the morning and I took some cold meds but it seems vital to me that you all know I would kill or die for tumblr user @ectochoir at any given moment

[ninjagoforever]