#<- let this one be there also

[mjrdm]

I've been meaning to translate & share russian musical adaptation of The Man Who Laughs by Novokuznetsk musical theatre "Sedimoe Nebo" ("Seventh Heaven"/"Seventh Sky")

It seems like a tough task because the musical itself is gruesomely boring and I managed to watch it fully only once for that reason, yet I would still love to share some parts I somewhat liked or at least found interesting.

This one is Barkilphedro's aria.

This one is pretty tame but I do like the harpsichord and its promising grandeur (sadly it's not really excalating anywhere and keeps the same melody throughout the whole song). The musical also has another Barkilphedro aria that makes the skin peel off my body in a negative way but I would like to translate it too as a token of affection to my favorite character in the story.

Anyways, amateur translation by your humble servant. English is not my first language so forgive me mistakes, if there's any.

СЛУГА ТРЁХ ГОСПОД (Three masters' servant) Barkilphedro: There's only one thing on Queen Anna's mind right now: How to trample into the dirt her bastard sister? Truly, I have no desire to argue with the queen I will happily join this funny game. To serve the great lordess is more than satisfying; I'm over here and there, I'm aware of all sorts of schemes. My Black journal I keep neat and tidy, And write notes for her in a special section. I am paid handsomely for my loyalty. Me, Barkilphedro. Me, Barkilphedro. Lord David: Barkilpherdo, you're a loyal man of mine. I'm asking you to carefully watch over Josiana. Barkilphedro: Lord David ordered me to watch over Josiana, And, as a man, I'm willing to help him. She clearly acts very strangely: First beckons with caresses, then turns her back. To serve David, I swear, is more than satisfying; I'm over here and there, I'm aware of all sorts of schemes. My black journal I keep neat and tidy, And write notes for him in a special section. I am paid handsomely for my loyalty. Me, Barkilphedro. Me, Barkilphedro. Josiana: I trust you, Barkilphedro. Watch over David. I'm very invested in how he's spending his evenings. Barkilphedro: I'm always willing to serve beautiful Josiana. Ready to crawl on my knees into her warm corner(?). Whisper to her all of the flattering confessions, day and night, Lie to her endlessly, take endless revenge on her! To serve beautiful mistress is more than satisfying; I'm over here and there, I'm aware of all sorts of schemes. My black journal I keep neat and tidy, And write notes for her in a special section. I am paid handsomely for my loyalty. Me, Barkilphedro. Me, Barkilphedro. Troupe: Pretty helpful to know what's in the minds of those close to you, Helpful to watch over them day and night. You've been tasked to do so at least three times already. How can you say no to that? How can you not help? To serve three masters is more than satisfying; You're over here and there, you're aware of all sorts of schemes. And your black journal you keep neat and tidy And write notes in special sections for us all. You're payed well for your royalty, You, Barkilphedro. You, Barkilphedro.

[captainjonnitkessler]

>Join a union

>Hear people constantly complaining that the current union leadership is super corrupt, it's all just the same ten guys making all the decisions in secret and nobody else in the union ever gets to know what's going on

>Go to the monthly union meetings that are completely open to all 1200 union members

>The only attendees are the same ten guys every month, giving detailed reports about everything that's going on

[ineveryfandom]

bruce and dick, father and son? classic. batman and robin, partners in justice? exciting. bruce and dick, brothers with a huge age gap? more likely than you think.

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Jason: *loses in a game against bruce*

Bruce, patting his back: it’s alright son, let’s play again

Dick: *loses in a game against bruce*

Bruce: that’s for calling me old

Dick, screaming at Bruce: HOW COULD YOU?!

Duke, new to the fam, very concerned: what’s happening?

Tim: you don’t wanna know

Duke, nervous: …is it something really bad?

Tim, gravely: yes

Dick, shaking Bruce: HOW COULD YOU?! HOW COULD YOU DRINK MY SMOOTHIE?!

Duke:

Alfred: *pointedly looking at the broken window*

Bruce: dick did it

Dick, in space, on call with Alfred: i wasn’t even anywhere NEAR there

Cass: fuck!

Bruce: language

Steph: let my girl say fuck

Bruce: language.

TV playing in the background: ..nd SCORE! unfortunately, the Gotham Guardsmen have lost to Metropolis Metros once m—

Dick, from the couch: motherfUCKER

Bruce, angrily: metropolis BASTARDS

Cass:

Cass: not fair >:[

In a restaurant

Barbara: dick can you pass me the salt

Dick, with headphones on, not hearing her:

Barbara: dick? dick. dick!

Bruce: ill get it

Bruce: *reaches for the salt near dick’s plate*

Dick: *suddenly has his arms around his food, his fork clattering to the ground, their drinks spilling everywhere*

Bruce:

Dick:

Barbara:

Dick: ...in my defense these are some real good nachos

Dick: *waltzes inside bruce’s room, not saying anything*

Bruce: ...?

Dick: *looks at the pictures on the walls*

Bruce: can i help you??

Dick: *checks himself out in the mirror*

Bruce: please do that in your own room

Dick: *turns on the lights and rummages in the drawers*

Bruce: i already ate all the snacks there

Dick: *leaves* *doesn’t close the door*

Bruce:

Damian, also in the room:

Damian, in realization: jason got it from him

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT text)

Zuko is just playing hard to get

[ashcremated]

reposting old art saga continues: something something no war au?? politically relevant lifechanging field trip?? that inevitably turned in my Let Yue Say Fuck agenda

[egophiliac]

missed the mark by (looks at calendar) uhhh. hm. but I really wanted to do something for the 5th anniversary! happy five years to these idiots 🎉

[gunpowdercarousel]

I don't need therapy I need rabid gay people freaking out in my inbox

[akiizayoi4869]

For anyone dumb enough to thank Trump and sees this as a "win", think again. This is anything but a win. It's a political stunt.

[monkesupreme]

ref

a satisfactory answer for Selina

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.

[demaparbat-hp]

He truly did.

[greykolla-art]

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚

[muffinlance]

Consider: Post-canon Zuko wakes up in the body of his childhood self, the morning of That War Meeting. Would he still speak against the plans, knowing his fate? What do you think he would do differently the second time around?

"Turned away at the doors, Zuzu?"

"Shut up, Azula," her brother sulked. But sulked weirdly, after staring at her too long and too wide-eyed, not like she'd surprised him but--

But like he hadn't expected her to be there. At all.

He turned away. ...He turned back. "Hey, Lala? Do you think you could help me practice that one set?"

He didn't meet her eyes.

She narrowed hers. "Which set?"

"The one I'm bad at."

She scoffed. Pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning against. "That's all of them, Dum-Dum."

He didn't shout or stomp or yell about the nickname. His lips twitched.

"It's okay," he said. "If you're afraid you won't be a better teacher that my instructor..."

It was the most obvious manipulation ever.

Perhaps if he proved an adequate firebending student, she'd work on his courtly survival skills next. Honestly, it was good that not even Uncle Gets-Cousins-Killed had been fool enough to take Zuko into that war meeting. She could only imagine how terribly that could have gone.

"Keep up," she said, and turned her steps towards the training grounds.

He did. There, and during the katas she ran him through.

Azula kept her eyes narrowed.

"Hey," he asked, "do you know how to bend lightning yet?"

As if he could have missed it, if she'd been able to get more than sparks. "I will soon," she said.

"You will," he agreed, and flowed through his next set. The one she'd only just mastered.

Father didn't notice how weird Zuzu was being. Uncle never noticed anything. Zuko ate dinner and asked a servant for seconds and didn't stutter or flinch or lose his appetite when father asked, coolly, what he'd done with his day. Azula's shoulders tensed, because one mention of how she'd squandered her own training time teaching him--

"Azula hogged the training grounds. For hours," Zuzu scowled, exactly like a petulant thirteen year old.

Exactly like he hadn't been acting all day.

By the time Father was looking her way, Azula had her usual smirk in place. "I'm sure there would be room for both of us," she said, "you're not afraid of a little friendly fire, are you, brother?"

Zuko sulked. And ate his seconds, like he was enjoying each bite. There was something in his eyes, like a joke no one else was getting.

---

Father died that night. A heart attack. There were the faintest of burns to either side of the treacherous organ; the royal physician hypothesized that he'd grabbed at his chest, fingers burning hot in his final moments; so hot they'd only exacerbated the problem.

The royal physician would never have been brought any victims of lighting strikes. Those that occurred in the capital did not generally require a doctor in the aftermath.

Zuzu ate a hearty breakfast.

He didn't order seconds. Azula gave him points, at least, for not being tacky.

---

The sages named Iroh as regent.

They named Zuko as Fire Lord.

"No," the tiny Fire Lord in his perfectly miniaturized Fire Lord robes said, sitting at the head of his war council. "We're not doing that. And I'll be reviewing all recent battle plans, as well. What's this I hear about a division of new recruits being deployed to the front?"

He did not mention how he'd heard of the 41st Division. No one asked.

"Prince Iroh, surely--" one of the generals tried to appeal.

The young Fire Lord's regent was looking as startled as the rest of them, for a moment. Then he sipped his tea, and smiled.

"Your Fire Lord is correct, of course. A change in our leadership--a change the other nations may mistakenly view as weakness--will necessitate a change in our strategy."

"Now," said their lord, "what, exactly, is our overall objective in this war?"

War, the new Fire Lord decreed, was not an end unto itself.

---

The new Fire Lord continued to have time, to pretend to be trained by her. Azula watched him. Adjusted her footwork. Did not tolerate, and was not offered, any commentary on who was teaching who.

"What did you do with my brother?" she asked, as they flowed from one set to the next. As her hands, poised to throw fire, just so happened to be pointed his way.

He missed a step. It didn't look like an act.

"I'm, uh. Right here?"

She didn't bother to dignify that.

He didn't bother to look worried about her hands, one movement off from a true attack.

He looked around, then grabbed her sleeve, and tugged her further from any walls that may hide ears. The royal family's private training grounds were wonderfully large, and wonderfully open.

"It's me," he said. "It's still me. Just. More of me? Longer of me?"

She narrowed her eyes. A familiar expression, by this point. "Explain."

"...I found the Avatar," he said. "And this is definitely his fault, but--but I guess it started at a war meeting, when I was thirteen."

Azula listened. It was a very Dum-Dum story.

[trashy-greyjoy]

sometimes, it's not so much about the romance as it is about the devotion. the adoration.

[surreal-duck]

this one goes out to a certain middle schooler who wouldve been eviscerated on the spot by woke miraculous

[soapbbox]

You know how in TFP Optimus can’t really remember what happened during his time without the matrix. Yeah. The sad version of this what if Optimus met cogless Megatron.

Cont from this, and this