#pardon my translation.

[didalexiabreakupwitholgayet]

straight from alexia's mouth after being questioned about her renewal:

"Oh man. I can only tell you that everyone knows what Barça is for me, my dream, and I think I don't have anything else to say. I am very commited to the team, the project, and it's not necessary to say anything else."

[leclerrari]

“I’m so sorry, but I suffer from short-term memory loss”. Those who have never seen Nemo probably won’t understand the reference, signed in this case by the very charming Dory. A reference that I use to address a problem that seems to afflict many “fans” (the quotation marks are not used by chance) of the pinnacle of motorsport. Following the - extraordinary - victory of Carlos Sainz, in fact, I found myself reading various comments which, rather than praising the Spaniard’s performance, preferred to bring out how “Ferrari renewed the contract of the wrong driver”. None of these were journalists from Marca, much less from AS. I’m talking about long-time Ferrari “tifosi”, regular visitors to our platforms, who have pointed out that Leclerc has only won two races more than the mistreated Sainz. Consequently, getting off the wagon of the person who was about to win in Bahrain, at the steering wheel of the red car, in his second appearance wearing the Cavallino suit, or in Austria, before being escorted out by Max Verstappen, or in Singapore, again in 2019, before he was subjected to an undercut by his own teammate. Getting off the wagon of the person who achieved two podiums with the SF1000, of the person who was on the verge of winning in Silverstone at the steering wheel of the SF21, a car with which he even achieved two pole positions (how can we forget the one in Monaco, lost without even having the chance to race). Of the person who was mocked by a Virtual Safety Car in Jeddah in 2022, the year in which his power unit broke while he was dominating both in Barcelona and in Baku, the year in which he was the victim of the worst of treasons in Silverstone and of strategies bordering on embarrassment, as in Monte-Carlo and Budapest. Of the person who was vice World Champion in 2022, of the one who before the 2024 Australian Grand Prix was returning from seven consecutive front rows, of the one who collected 23 pole positions: only Michael Schumacher, in Ferrari, did better than him. Carlos, unlike Charles, has always been able to be in the right place at the right time (Singapore 2023 and Australia 2024) taking advantage of the circumstances like no one else has and, certainly, of the not excellent weekends of his teammate, which unfortunately for Leclerc have coincided with the very rare failures of Red Bull and Max Verstappen. This, for those who suffer from short-term memory loss, was Charles’ fault, this is the reason why Ferrari would have “renewed the contract of the wrong driver”. This is what has led many to get off the wagon of the monegasque, a wagon that they will soon be forced to chase on foot. On the other hand, “those who don’t have a good memory must have good legs”.

— Alessandro Morini Gallarati for Hammer Time Magazine

[pyro-madder]

Maria & Gehrman for the bingo! :D

(Also I just saw your banner it's so cool and fun XD! And I just saw the freaking timeline post ghjklm going insane it's so cool! I mean I have one too somewhere & I made silly family trees hcs but yours look so nice edited like this! and it really create something cohesive! very well done! 👏)

yeah Powerup who made the banner is insane like that :'} and THANK YOU that's two days on canva babyyyyy (what am i doing with my life)

if you're ok with it i'd love to see your own timeline/family trees though !! hand it over /no pressure 🫶

now for the trouble duo, oh boy

Mary

maria maria maria... mixed feelings. don't get me wrong - i have no criticism on her character, she and her role in the story are extremely interesting and nuanced, and of course she's cool and pretty, but i have this automatic turn-off with most characters who are widely popular like she is. and then i came in the fandom and saw the poor girl surrounded by discourse and it made me So Tired without even getting into it 😂 i can't fully check off "everyone else is wrong about them" because i have few thoughts of my own about her and mostly just stick with the homies' takes, i'm in no position to really judge others'

AND GUESS WHAT said homies' takes are making me want to try to get over that initial turn-off !! i'm still thinking about your post about her love for lumenflowers ! it's !! so !!! cute !!!! and it prompted me to see beyond her boss fight's ice-cool persona - it's only a glimpse of her !! there is more !!! so, it's hopefully underway.

Gehrmy

ALMOOOOST DFGHJKLM i've mentionned him becoming a comfort which i blame on my muses (hunter and laurence) ! so yeah, again, Thoughts are underway

... i don't need to expand much on the rest, i fear you know it better than i do 8''') i'd have liked him just fine as the amazing, tragic, not-quite-mentor final boss he is, but seeing all the vitriol automatically made me like him more, especially since a lot of it is of extremely poor faith X) let him rest...

[mochidoodle]

Psycho-Pass Providence Character Profiles: Rough Translation

If you'd like to catch up on all the trailers and my Psycho-Pass translations so far, a kind twitter user has compiled a thread here.

[missbunmuffin]

A Joe doodle based off a calico critters meme I found.

I only have Fortnite on my switch because I sort of kind of share one with my sister and our cousins wanted her to play it with them. Does she actually enjoy it? I don’t know or care. I’m probably not gonna play it ever not into shooter games.

[argetcross]

Polynices: The truth is not a god.

Antigone: The truth is what the gods throw upon us when they abandon us. It is the gift of their abandonment. A light that comes from far above and beyond us, that falls upon us mortals, wounding us. And it marks us forever. Those whom the truth falls upon are like lambs, branded by their masters.

- María Zambrano, La tumba de Antígona (translated by me)

[ramblingoak]

The writer’s block is so bad I can’t even come up with a decent vent post about it.

[dyrewrites]

Before Deluca -- a little dance, as a treat

In fact, everyone was there.

But while it elicited more quiet growls from Lucient, the sight of the room we entered delighted me. As did the chandelier lighting everything in colors I did not know artificial light could create. They danced, those lights, and in spite of so many eyes latching onto us as our boots clicked across the hard floors...far more were focused on one another, on hands and feet whirling about the room.

“They’re dancing,” I whispered and the giddy tone of my voice teased Lucient’s eyes up to mine, and I scoffed at them, “What, I like dancing.”

“Do you now,” he cooed, all his irritation melting to something too close to lust for so public a venue—granted, a glance around to those not dancing told me otherwise. Pulling away from me, he bowed, extending a hand and announced—just loud enough to be heard by everyone, “eh bien, monsieur le taureau, may I have this dance?”

“Sì, è possibile, signore gattino,” I answered, bowing in return and accepting his hand.

The question of why use our native tongues to ask if ‘mister bull’ and ‘mister kitty’ wanted to dance was asked, eventually. But neither of us had a reason beyond the flourish of it. Those watching certainly appreciated it, however, as did many others who hadn’t been but began to after.

And what are we dancing, sogno mio? I asked as we walked to the center of the dance floor, where many were gathered—though they allowed us room.

You’re the one that likes to dance, treasure, He winked beneath his mask and laughed when I released his hand and backed away, taking a position better left to bull-fighters than bulls.

“Give ‘em something jaunty, Lop!” A woman in an owl mask shouted, and the conductor—in a rabbit mask—nodded before signaling the band to switch from the dreary tune they had been playing to something jaunty.

I was unaccustomed to full bands as well and it took a moment of obvious staring before Lucient cleared his throat, causing a small wave of giggling through our ‘audience’.

Sighing, I turned back at him, gawking instead at the lithe curve of his pose too far away from my hands, well, my dream, it appears we’re to be the entertainment.

He bowed again before approaching, aren’t we always?

Strings chose our dance for us, though I doubt any in the room expected us to actually perform it—despite the debauchery occurring in the corners, most did not expect such an overt display on the dance floor.

I took his hand and he took mine and we stepped lively little steps side-by-side to the beat of hand drums. Midway across the dance floor, the flute began the melody and I lifted him, turning with him held tight to my chest—his legs swinging—to the sounds of gasps and excited murmurs before returning his feet to the floor only to lift and turn him again in the other direction.

We pranced to the other side of the space cleared for us after another two lifts and turns, bowing to the sounds of all those giggles before doing it again back the other way; prance, lift, turn, prance, and bow. However, we earned a few extra gasps as we switched places on that second go. He lifted me—which was a decidedly more impressive feat to anyone unaware of his strength.

It took a great deal longer than one might expect, the back and forth, for jaunty as the music sang it was still quite slow and we did need to keep to its rhythm.

But on the third go, I earned a gasp from Lucient as well as the crowd, by catching him in my other arm when I lifted him. And, cradling him close while he laughed, I twirled once around, did a simple left-right step and danced back to the entry before bowing to the crowd—his arms tight around my neck.

We exited to the sounds of raucous laughter and a few drunken cheers.

They will be far too busy talking about that to look for you now, I told him, after hiding us behind an especially pale statue that stood far too tall for how naked it was.

Still in my arms, Lucient slipped his mask up and pulled close enough to lift mine before kissing me. Soft that kiss, soft, sweet and painfully quick as footsteps forced our masks back down.

They were stuttered and mixed with slurred giggling.

“Did you see them,” a woman was telling another, “so pretty, and that dance, you think, you think,” she hiccupped and I shuffled to avoid them as they wobbled around the statue, “we could do that?”

“The dance,” the other woman asked, “or the pretty, because you’re already pretty, so pretty.”

Adorable, Lucient’s thoughts all but swooned, young, drunken love...we may want to find another place to hide, treasure, this tends to lead to corsets on the floor.

He was proven right in mere seconds as the second woman’s lips latched to the first while drink-softened fingers attempted to remove the many layers of their gowns.

Swallowing my laughter, I ran with Lucient in my arms back to the room he had so ached to enter. When he noticed, he shook his head, he won’t be in there now, but if you’re willing...I saw one of the others sneak off during our performance.

“Or we could follow suit,” I nodded toward the corridor behind us, the statue beyond, which sang then with the moans of drunken love.

“Later,” he promised, hand teasing my mask, “my warm...perfect treasure.”

Those damnable eyes, shining in the dark holes of that too-innocent mask, eyes he knew I cherished...would follow into anything. Or he should have, but if he did, truly did, there wouldn’t have been a claim on me. It gnawed, that claim, but its teeth were yet dull with his use of it and so I set him down and took his hand, allowing him to lead me to life deserving of my wrath.

[kimkaelyn]

" It’s October 31, 2018—Halloween in Shibuya.....You try not to think about it too much as you reach into your bag to check the time on your phone: 8:37PM. There’s not a lot of time: you need to move. "

Inspired by beyond the unending night by @stellamancer

[mycomicbox]

Art Fight attack against @kelbunny ! (+ alternate versions)

[ezralva]

Yoshino-sensei's new comment illustration after watching Barakamon drama ep 1.

From right to left.

Handa: Good story :")

Handa: makes me recalling earliest memories

Naru: I know this place!!!! 😆

Yoshino: Childish Handa-sensei is the best Handa-sensei. I'm looking forward to next week.

[celestial-sapphicss]

bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand - benjamin alire sáenz

Heart & Li Ming, Moonlight Chicken // Dil Ka Bhanwar Kare Pukar, Mohammed Rafi // Sam & Mon, GAP // Tu Hi Re, Hariharan & Kavita Krishnamurthy // Palm & Nueng, Never Let Me Go // O Mere Dil Ke Chain, Kishore Kumar // Jong Chan & Seung Hyun, The New Employee // Chaar Kadam, Shaan & Shreya Ghoshal // Kiyoi & Hira, Utsukushii Kare // Kal Ho Naa Ho, Sonu Nigam // Jim & Wen, Moonlight Chicken // Mere Haath Mein, Sonu Nigam // Tinn & Gun, My School President

Translations:

Dil Ka Bhanwar Kare Pukar, Mohammed Rafi

Now take my hand,

allow me one drink from your gaze

For the promise of this new journey

You are what makes me feel intoxicated

Oh, hear the symphony of my love

Tu Hi Re, Hariharan & Kavita Krishnamurthy

if you don't come, if you break my wish there

I will leave this world here and now

my life and death, i have given in your hands

O Mere Dil Ke Chain, Kishore Kumar

although, I can control myself

even if I have fallen.

but if you hold my hand,

I can change this world.

Chaar Kadam, Shaan & Shreya Ghoshal

without saying much,

without listening to anything,

taking your hands in mine,

a few steps, just a few steps,

come walk with me.

Kal Ho Naa Ho, Sonu Nigam

Someone who loves you with all their heart

is difficult to come by.

Should there be someone like that?

They're the one for you, the most glorious of all

You must take their hand,

For all you know, tomorrow might never be.

Mere Haath Mein, Sonu Nigam

When I have your hands in mine

I have with me the heaven divine

This world is nothing when you're close

I want to get destroyed/lost in your love

[toreii]

Bloom Birthday translation - Vil Schoenheit

DO NOT REPOST OR UPLOAD ELSEWHERE

Pomefiore Dorm - Birthday Party Venue

Vil: “I’ve retouched my makeup. I wonder what the interview will be like today.”

Vil: “Unlike work topics, there may be a lot of private discussions.”

???: “—Excuse me.”

Jade: “Happy birthday, Vil-san. Thank you for your time today.”

Vil: “Thank you very much, Jade. You’re the presenter this time.”

Vil: “A good interview depends on what you ask. Do you have any expectations?”

Jade: “This is a big responsibility. Let’s do our best.”

Jade: “Then, let’s start the interview. The first question is…”

Jade: “‘Are you good at flying, or not good at flying?’”

Vil: “I’m not bad at it, but I’m also not particularly good at it either. My grades are also about average.”

Vil: “I’d be lying if I said I’m satisfied with my current state…However, I’m not desperate to compete with others.”

Vil: “It seems many students with top grades received specialized training before enrolling.”

Jade: “Oh? Could it be that Vil-san started studying magic in earnest after entering the school?”

Vil: “That’s right. When I was little, I moved from place to place with my father, an actor, while I also had a job as a child actor…”

Vil: “Just because I manifested magic didn’t mean I thought about entering a magician training school right away.”

Vil: “Even if someone close to me taught me, my father is too busy to use magic in the first place.”

Jade: “Your father isn’t a magician. So, what makes Vil-san good at magic is…”

Vil: “You mean my mother? Hm, who knows.”

Vil: “I don’t know who she is, or whether or not she was a magician. I never thought to find out myself.”

Jade: “Is that so. Regardless, it is surprising. Vil-san has been learning magic since childhood.”

Vil: “Oh? Why is that?”

Jade: “Because……you’re a talented individual chosen to be the housewarden of Pomefiore dorm.”

Vil: “If you think making cosmetics as medicinal magic, then I certainly studied before enrolling.”

Vil: “But, I learned a lot more at Night Raven College.”

Vil: “Speaking of which, I may use flying skills to a certain extent. Not for grades, but for my work.”

Jade: “When it comes to work…modeling? No, as an actor, perhaps.”

Vil: “The latter. CG and wires are often used to shoot scenes in the air.”

Vil: “If you use flying techniques, the range of expression should expand. Not only can it be used for acting, but for shooting.”

Jade: “Works using flying skills…I’m intrigued. I would like to see it.”

Vil: “The day may come when we can unveil it. I look forward to it.”

…………

Jade: “Now then, next question.”

Jade: “‘How is using magic good?’”

Vil: “Spending a wonderful holiday with my father……perhaps.”

Jade: “A wonderful holiday with your father. Under what circumstances did you use magic?”

Vil: “It was my first holiday since I enrolled to Night Raven College.”

Vil: “It had been a long time since my father and I were able to take a day off together, so we decided to go out on the town.”

Vil: “The plan was to have lunch, do some shopping, and then see a movie my father starred in the evening.”

Vil: “Soon after lunch, the paparazzi found me. I thought I was wearing a proper disguise.”

Jade: “A disaster on a long awaited holiday.”

Vil: “Absolutely. They were really vindictive guys. They didn’t give up even when they hid in the shadows, or got lost in the crowd.”

Vil: “I can hide myself with magic now…but, at the time, I didn’t have the skill to do that.”

Jade: “That said, I don’t think Vil-san would fall prey to the paparazzi so easily.”

Vil: “Of course. I tricked the paparazzi with a simple spell.”

Jade: “And, that spell was……”

Vil: “Color changing spell. I suddenly remembered what I learned in class…”

Vil: “I changed the color scheme of mine and my father’s clothes. That way, the image changed.”

Vil: “That day, both of us had bold outfits based on neon colors…”

Vil: “I used magic to change the color of the top with the largest area to milky white.”

Vil: “Even with the same item, the atmosphere changes when the color is different. It changed to an elegant outfit.”

Vil: “Not to mention, the unity of the accessories. The bag was changed to a pale pink. The color of the accessories from silver to gold.”

Vil: “Sure enough, the paparazzi were deceived, and we escaped brilliantly.”

Jade: “With only color changing magic……it certainly is quick witted, unique to Vil-san who is well versed in magic.”

Jade: “The paparazzi must’ve been confused when they lost sight of the two of you.”

Vil: “Yes, they were really impatient.”

Vil: “The frantic look on their face when they ran away without realizing we were right next to them…”

Vil: “Haha! Remembering it now makes me laugh.”

Vil: “At the time, I was able to outwit those rude guys, and feel satisfied.”

Vil: “After that, my father praised me.”

Vil: “It’s a nice coordination making use of the black bottoms I originally wore.”

Jade: “Well, it’s good to be able to use magic, and show your father your growth.”

Jade: “Thank you for sharing your heartwarming and wonderful memories.”

Vil: “You’re welcome. Now, for the next question.”

…………

Jade: “Finally, the next question is the last one.”

Jade: “‘What do you wish to do one year from now?’”

Vil: “Before I retire, I want to leave a mark in the film studies club.”

Jade: “Do you mean that you intend to work more on club activities this year?”

Vil: “Exactly. My goal is to submit the work I’ve done in film studies to a contest, and win the top prize.”

Jade: “I think it’s a great goal. Indeed, it was Vil-san who established the Film Studies Club.”

Vil: “Right, I can’t let my acting sense dull.”

Vil: “When I came to school, I decided to reject all long-term filming in order to concentrate on my studies.”

Jade: “I see. Initially, it was a place to hone your acting skills.”

Jade: “But now, you are aiming for the top prize. Could it be you have a new ambition?”

Vil: “You’re pretty perceptive.”

Vil: “The purpose of “creating a place to perform” when it was inaugurated, has already been achieved.”

Vil: “However, as I worked in Film Studies, my interest expanded beyond acting.”

Jade: “Something other than acting……”

Vil: “Work as a director or producer. Knowing the fun of producing works through Film Studies activities…”

Vil: “I have come to believe that it’s not a bad thing to be active not only on the side of being filmed, but also on the side of filming.”

Jade: “That’s surprising. I thought Vil-san would continue acting in movies.”

Vil: “Of course, I won’t quit acting.”

Vil: “But, I want to explore all aspects that make a movie other than acting.”

Jade: “Ah, that’s why you said you wanted to win the prize.”

Vil: “Yes. The club members are also passionate about club activities, and I’m sure they will be able to produce good results this year.”

Vil: “……No, I will definitely make it happen with this hand.”

Jade: “Vil-san, thank you for telling us a very interesting story.”

Jade: “Now then, please accept this broom.”

Vil: “My, it’s a beautiful broom. The tip is decorated with flowers.”

Jade: “Yes. The large flowers that are in full bloom are very suitable for Vil-san.”

Vil: “Thank you. I also like it since it seems to add color to the figure flying in the sky.”

Vil: “Well, I should head over to the Birthday Road soon.”

Jade: “Yes, please be careful. I am looking forward to seeing Vil-san fly gorgeously.”

Vil: “Heh, I’ll show you more than what you expected, so watch closely.”

Vil: “Fufu……I will captivate everyone more than usual with my beauty flying in the sky.”

[polybiiex]

poly's art party, part ii :: movie poster

escape becomes survival, survival becomes torture. 2086.

[mizzmellos]

that'se it... all i could find.... not even joking.......... i know, consciously, that we basically made Matt up. there's like three additional panels where he's alone with Takada and then boom. each time i'm faced with the facts it slaps me all over again XD

^ YESSSSSS COME THRU!!!! YOU'RE THE BEST!!!!! the only other panels I can remember are the ones where Matt is leaning against the wall of their apartment (<- cutely) having let Misa and Mogi get away in the delivery truck and the shot where they're sitting in their apartment together-> Mello puts the chocolate bar down because he decided it's time to die. Hehe this whole ship is just one mass delusion 😇🥰

[thecoffeelorian]

So, Omega warns droids before destroying them, but...she just flat out offed a bunch of unknown living Clone Troopers in S1, because that arrow has nothing resembling a stun setting...? Am I missing something here...?