#english liberty

[theimpurelily]

@grubus taadaa? lol

Sooo ya know that little gif I posted? This whole thing stemmed from me letting things get too out of hand while drawing up the dream scene that was only going to be that tiny little image....I have no regrets.

Just in case here's the rant

WHAT THE FUCK! I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO KISS MY HUSBAND? WHAT A SHITTY DREAM! MENG MO COULD DO BETTER. WAIT, THE ORIGINAL NING YINGYING DIDN'T DREAM OF-OF THAT RIGHT? I WOULD HAVE REMEMBERED. I THINK I WOULD REMEMBER? FUCK. IT'S BEEN SO MANY YEARS. DID SHE? AM I GASLIGHTING MYSELF? DOES THIS COUNT AS GASLIGHTING? REGARDLESS, WHY THE FUCK WOULD MENG MO SHOW ME THAT? WAS IT BECAUSE I WAS PUT IN A WIFE PLOT? SO HE JUST...JUST AUTOMATICALLY DID THAT? LIKE A GLITCH IN THE SYSTEM OR SOMETHING? OMG! WAIT! DID BINGHE SEE THE WEDDING? FUCK! WAS THAT HIM THERE AND NOT JUST SOME FAKE? FUCK! WAIT! NO. HE WOULD STILL BE TALKING TO MENG MO... RIGHT? BESIDES, I’M A GUY! SO BINGHE WOULD NEVER WANT TO-TO...SYSTEM! DID BINGHE SEE THAT? WAS THAT HIM? SYSTEM! WHAT THE FUCK! WILL I BE PUT IN FUTURE WIFE PLOTS JUST BECAUSE I'M BINGHE'S BESTEST FRIEND IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD...

[fizzydrinkuno]

Soooo guess who read the jp subs for book 4.

I’m coming for the translators legs

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

GG: HORRIBLE awful wasp that wants to KILL ME that was in my bedroom.

TT: How did you do that.

GG: Very fearfully.

TT: What kind of god are you to capture a wasp in an orb.

GG: No clue.

GT: You look like a pokemon trainer with their mega beedrill.

TG: BORB (BEE ORB)

GT: Technically wasp orb (worb)!!

GG: I am terribly curious of the pasting strategy on this pic. The dedication of lasso-ing the orb out of the photo only to put it on top of the white square is admirable.

TG: i fuckig forgot 2 make it transparent SMARTASS!!!

[digitalfashionmuseum]

Blue Silk ‘Aesthetic’ Dress, 1893-1894, English.

By Liberty & Co. Ltd.

Victoria and Albert Museum.

[clairedaring]

Liar! Why would P'Joe help you? At first, he wasn't going to help me. But he wanted to help my baby

MY STAND-IN (2024) | 1.11

[kald-dal-art]

The flat was seven flights up, and Winston, who was thirty-nine and had a varicose ulcer above his right ankle, went slowly, resting several times on the way.

On each landing, opposite the lift-shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU the caption beneath it ran.

George Orwell, 1984

Comic adaptation of 1984 done for school work, more fun than expected

[chinzhilla]

If you make me shy again, I'll really go home. Oh, come here. I'm not letting you go. I'm sleeping with my boyfriend tonight.

[artemlegere]

'The Triumph of Mercy,' from Collins' 'Ode To Mercy'

Artist: William Artaud (English, 1763–1823) Formerly attributed to George Romney (English, 1734–1802)

Date: 1788 to 1790

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Yale Center for British Art, New Haven, CT, United States

Ode To Mercy by William Collins

STROPHE

O Thou, who sitt'st a smiling bride By Valour's arm'd and awful side, Gentlest of sky-born forms, and best adored; Who oft with songs, divine to hear, Winn'st from his fatal grasp the spear, And hidest in wreaths of flowers his bloodless sword! Thou who, amidst the deathful field, By godlike chiefs alone beheld, Oft with thy bosom bare art found, Pleading for him the youth who sinks to ground: See, Mercy, see, with pure and loaded hands, Before thy shrine my country's genius stands, And decks thy altar still, though pierced with many a wound.

ANTISTROPHE

When he whom even our joys provoke, The fiend of nature join'd his yoke, And rush'd in wrath to make our isle his prey; Thy form, from out thy sweet abode, O'ertook him on his blasted road, And stopp'd his wheels, and look'd his rage away. I see recoil his sable steeds, That bore him swift to salvage deeds, Thy tender melting eyes they own; O maid, for all thy love to Britain shown, Where Justice bars her iron tower, To thee we build a roseate bower; Thou, thou shalt rule our queen, and share our monarch's throne!

[karinadele]

Waiting for the Night

Idw Megatron x Reader

No warnings! Gen reader!

Follow up to my earlier megs post, i think i want to start a series/collection on the lost light crew pit stopping on earth.

We always have fics of liaisons onboard the ship, but never how they met/the crew interacting with earth. Gonna have to be multiverse cause otherwise it dont make sense!! I wanted to do holoforms to make things linear, but if i shove it into multiverse maybe they can just not?? lmao??

i think i'll do little drabbles of each bot and their adventures??

Megs is gonna be the one with the singer/songwriter

loosely stole reader converting meg's poems' idea from @infintyfandoms!!

Earth, Kilocycle 2025 (tentative lmaaoo)

Lost light lands on earth for a quick refuel and sightseeing, (and hope Rodimus doesn't get into shit)

Megatron is rather uncomfortable about this whole thing as he’s been on earth before… and the fact he caused many issues on it.

As they approach earth’s atmosphere, making contact with earth governments and space agencies.

The crew’s excited. 

While the crew only carried Shanix, the governments of different countries are more than happy to start a bidding war over it. Creating a new form of a currency and by consequence, a new stock market over it.

Megatron's plan's are simple, do what they need to do, stay out of trouble.

Of course that never plays out, one thing after another, next thing you know, Rodimus is dragging them to a human concert.

You're a singer/songwriter, and here you are, on the latest tour. Last stop before the leg ends, tired but still very excited. How can you not! Seeing fans come out to support you -some of them even tagging along every city to view you perform.

What you didn't expect to have found at your concert were Cybertronians. It's been decades that Earth has accepted them as an intergalactic species. -The first ones to come in contact with your planet.

Regardless, performing for a different alien species was definitely not part of your bucket list. But! Definitely a welcomed one!

Rodimus only managed to score a few tickets, (he could have gotten more, but venue limits was not very happy about filling in the whole stadium with nothing but bots) (bring ur favorites ig)

(I'm slotting in rod/megs/drift/i want mags but i know he'll get a headache lMAAOO)

(wish i can bring blaster/soundwave/jazz/the ones still on cybertron -aka AU that shit where they are on lost light!!)

You and your band perform away. (I prefer band?? Could be solo artist too?? omg what if each band member gets their own little arc with a bot lmaaooo)

The bots spend their time sipping highgrade and enjoy the performance.

Megatron especially latched onto the lyrics.

Rodimus fucks with the drums and beat

Drift is vibing along, probably fucks with the lyrics as haikus and melody (can we get him a japan arc)

Ultra Magnus want's to die, but eventually warms up to it after a couple drinks and primus he is dancing away. (alternatively if its an outdoor venue and you want spicy, mf totally strips his armor lMAAOO)

Soundwave is 100% recording without consent

Blaster is actually enjoying and dancing away

While it's not like Cybertronians never had music or performances back on Cybertron, they were totally different from Earth's version. Top it off with millions of years of war, it basically was foreign. Besides, listening to songs for the first time live without prior knowledge is difficult. But not for Megatron. Something about the flow of the lyrics and melody drew him in.

It felt like a poem. A piece of writing animated into life, becoming an artform. One that's being presented in front of his very own optics.

Performance arts. As he was told. And now he understood why.

(insert his rambling and thoughts about xyz songs, i have not decided what songs/if i write my own shit lmaaoo someone analyze music with me from their perspective!!)

After the performance, you and your band are catching a break in the backrooms. (Can go several routes, either obsessive!megs rescans your tour bus and takes the form ((i seriously cant see it)) or through ~intergalactic~ powers with the governments or whoever, managed to secure vvip slots and manages to meet you)

You two hit it off. (Romantic or platonic i did not decide!!)

Spending the time Megatron has on earth discussing music, lyrics writing, songwriting, and poetry. You explain that Earth music is a very similar to poetry, Often starts off as that, incorporated into a melody. Or vice versa.

You also explain that Earth has several languages, and you often pull elements from them to combine them into a song.

Hearing this, Megatron was excited. Over the sort time, he's warmed up to you and wanted to share his writings with you, but being more on the reserved side, he didn't want to open himself up like that yet. (Yet you did lmao??) But hearing that you enjoy languages and analyzing works from all different places made him finally sheepishly share some of his writings. (Alternatively crack reader version, you scurry like a fucking raccoon and steal his works, i know i would)

You find his writing absolutely beautiful. Originally having him translate his works from Cybertronian into English, as time restrain never allowed you to learn the language.

You don't tell him, but you're already planning to convert his works into music. (Romantic divergence you write it just for him, platonic you perform it for everyone. Give him royalties!! Shanix is a proper currency now!! You start playing the Shanix market with profit from his share, saving it for next time he comes back.) (honestly even romantic route can be performed live, just when LL comes back again)

Ideally you keep in touch with him even when he's departed Earth and back on LL adventures. (If you want angst, we can make it not lmaoaoo)

You already spend plenty of time studying language and songs of the world, but paid extra attention to Cybertronian after this encounter. Wanting to understand the meeting behind his poems. As Cybertronian, is a complex language, a different system that's extremely versatile and open ended when it comes to context.

Spending time translating, and re-writing his thoughts into English, you eventually dedicate a song (or album if you won the right type of adhd ig)

Years later, the LL returns back (we ignore the fact LL timeline is a mess and has multiple alternate dimensions) and either from him keeping in touch with you, or because he hunted your band down with the ~world wide web~ you two reunite and you perform the song.

Album version would have the whole band performing, but special for this concert, you adjusted the set list to a ballad with only an either guitar/keyboard synth/piano version.

Megatron found the performance to be haunting. Even though he's in the farthest rows, vision isn't an issue for Cybertronians. A simple zoom and he can see everything up close. The way your lips tremble with each vibrato, the way you have your eyes closed as you keep on beat with your hands, even the way your voice nearly cracks and how you're choking back tears in the verses. Raw emotion. Emotion he never knew how to portray during his time as a Decepticon leader. Yet wanted to so badly since the days of a miner. He's finally found peace in his spark of what he meant.

Every verse and chorus was created with his writing. A powerful display of passion strung together from his words. One that his very spark flares to the beat of.

[w0nderous]

"You can be proud of yourself. Cream only gives her flower crowns to people she loves.

- What about you, Sonic ? Did you get a flower crown ?

- Two !"

Rewatched Sonic X recently, because life is hard and I need my dose of nostalgia and comfort. The dialogue is translated from the French Dub of episode 7, because oh my god isn't it so sweet ?

[marshmallowgoop]

I combined footage from my Detektiv Conan Blu-ray with audio from my Case Closed FUNimation DVD and made an HD English dub clip compilation for Episodes 57-58, "The Holmes Freak Murder Case."

[thedeathdeelers]

coup de foudre

sunjae tossed and turned in bed, legs kicking at the bedsheet clinging to his body as he struggled to get comfortable.

he felt restless. somewhat breathless.

he presses a hand against his chest, right over his heart, and feels it still beating at a much faster pace than normal.

he lets out another sigh as he turns to face the window, eyes catching the raindrops pelting against the glass.

it was raining that day too.

the day he met her.

sunjae flops back onto his back, head hitting his pillow as he stares up at the ceiling.

his neighbour-

sol. lim sol.

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the reason behind the feeling in his chest — the reason behind the racing thoughts and uneven heartbeat.

he presses the heel of his hands against his eyes, trying and failing to breathe at a more normal pace in an attempt to calm his beating heart: with thoughts of their first meeting still fresh in his mind, swirling around and refusing to disappear, it was hard to control it.

the sound of the rain shower outside only made it worse — he used to hate the rain, think it a nuisance.

now it only reminded him of her — her yellow umbrella, her bright smile, her twinkling eyes- standing on her tiptoes and leaning forward as she sheltered him from the rain, fingers softly brushing against his-

no.

sunjae shakes his head, letting out a deep breath as he tries to put a stop to the thoughts showering his mind with snapshots of her.

dropping his arms back to his sides, he opens his eyes and turns his head back towards the window, staring at the downpour-

and that’s when it happens.

a soft melody starts playing in his head, a melody shortly followed by a sudden flash of a bright smile, of the colour yellow-

and then a line.

The falling rain suddenly wakes me up

I'm lost in my thoughts about you

you seep into my heart again

sunjae has never officially studied music, never professionally gotten any lessons, but music has always followed him one way or another.

something, he thinks, his mother left behind, just for him.

maybe this was how he could get this restless feeling to ease — maybe he just needed to get it out and onto paper, onto something.

swinging his legs off the bed and on to the floor, sunjae sits up and reaches out towards his desk, pulling an old notebook and pen towards him.

he stops just as pen hits paper and wonders — was she like sunshine to him? or was she like rain? a sudden unexpected shower, a surprise downpour — a gift from the heavens, as it changes everything it touches.

he taps the tip of the pen against the paper for a moment, pondering.

she was a mix of both — his very own shelter from the rain; his light in the dark — while also bringing in a new beginning, a refreshing change that shook him to his core.

in those few seconds where his gaze met her bright shimmering eyes, his entire world had shifted — as the rain crashed down around them and seeped into the cracks in the ground, she had already settled into his heart.

mind decided, he writes down the first words to what would one day be a worldwide hit, a ballad to his first and only love:

i wished it would never end,

the day you first came to me

i hoped it wouldn’t just be a sudden shower

[nyhti]

I'm still thinking about this writer's "Joker glows in the dark btw" headcanon

Detective Comics #388 (1969)

[digitalfashionmuseum]

Purple silk dress, ca. 1900, English.

By Liberty & Co.

Philadelphia Museum of Art.