#lin's translation log

[idiotprodigy]

Translating Megatron's words from somewhere in Lost Light (I forgot which issue I got the screenshot from)

-一整个星球危在旦夕！成千上万条生命啊！

-无论你的自尊多么受伤，无论你的骄傲多么受损，你也应该能明白此事，此刻，就是第一优先级！

-你可以骂我幼稚，但我认为我更清楚现在处境的关键何在。“现在的处境”指的是一个星球上全体人口正受着压迫，他们被迫屈从于一个腐化的理念，这个理念致力于压抑任何哪怕疑似自主意志的事物。我以为在这种处境下，你能愿意先暂缓你对追回寻光号的执念。

damn Megs do know how to talk, he can start a revolution for good reason. idw Megatron deserves an award for being so well written in terms of speech, instead of "and he made a good speech" the writers actually wrote so much good stuff for him. Respect.

me when a character show actual eloquence and charisma: *satisfied incoherent noises of affection and approval* *hit translations*

About the translations in here, idw Megs is pretty hard to translate properly. His speech is more formal than average and his vocabulary is capital M MegaMASSIVE. Not entirely satisfied with my version so far but I tried my best.

[idiotprodigy]

我想此刻爱你，我想曾经爱你

我想未曾爱过你，然后重新开始

Inside Our Love, Leonard Cohen

[wholelotofweird]

Okay, gamers, the first quarter of the year is over and I want to share with you the books I've consumed thus far.

I've recently been using StoryGraph and damn, it's really fun if you like data and also logging the stuff you read. Would recommend. I say that, because a number of these books were consumed thanks to one of the challenges they've set for the year, to read a number of books in different categories. Let me say, this is the most diverse spread I've read in YEARS. So. Anyway.

Lycanthropy and Other Chronic Illnesses, by Kristen O'Neal

I would 100% recommend reading this book, if you are able, in print format instead of audio. There are a number of sections where the main characters are talking over text chat and I'm not sure how well that would translate over audio.

This book had me saying, "They're just like me fr" non ironically multiple times. It's such a lovely look at friendship and building our own communities and struggling with chronic illness. There is at no point any gatekeeping of what a chronic illness should look like or what a person with a chronic illness needs to look like.

The one thing that I didn't love was the fact that a white author picked first person POV of a POC. It isn't the best choice. I feel better about it after looking through O'Neal's website where she has readily admitted that it was a choice she would not make again. I appreciate the thoughtfulness of not making the "monstrous" character a POC.

Overall! I really enjoyed this book. It's a pretty fast read, but it is heartwarming and hopeful and full of genuine joy.

A Magic Steeped In Poison, by Judy I. Lin

This book was SO fun! Magic, romance, court politics, betrayal. What more could you want? Other than the magic system being tea based. That's right babies, TEA BASED! Monch monch monch, what a beautiful system I am in love.

This is another fast read. I've always been a sucker for magical tournaments and historical fantasy. If any of that is your vibe I would absolutely recommend picking this up. I know there is a second book, but I haven't had the opportunity to read that one yet.

Found, by Margaret Peterson Haddox

Now... Like I said... I was picking books for a reading challenge I'm doing. This one was from "read a middle grade book you never read", so I am FULLY aware that I am not the audience for this book.

That being said, oh my god, this was a rough one. I think my biggest gripe is that the cast are all 13-15 year olds but you would never know it. They're out here acting like 20 year olds. Maybe when I was 13 I would have been able to buy it, but at 30-whatever I am not. This is the first of multiple books and I can't say I regret not reading more.

Vincent and Theo: The Van Gogh Brothers, by Deborah Heiligman

So, I'll be honest, the reason I was drawn to this was because I got to see this amazing Van Gogh art instillation last year. Part of that instillation was a display of excerpts of the letters between Vincent and Theo, and let me tell you, that is what made me cry.

This book is certainly nothing ground-breaking. It's a biography of these two men. It tells their stories at the same time, side by side. I also cried reading this.

Am I emotional? Is it because I have younger siblings I'm very close to? Is it because I, too, am mentally ill and an artist?

Who knows, gamers.

Quackery - A Brief History of the Worst Ways to Cure Everything, By Nate Pedersen & Lydia Kang, MD

Again, nothing groundbreaking. This book is a funny and informative look at medical process through history. I'm a sucker for medical history. I did listen to the audiobook for this and I think it really helped the humor shine. If you're also a fan of bizarre medical history (or the podcast Sawbones), this is the book for you.

The Devil in the White City, by Erik Larson

I enjoyed this book! For a person who is bad at remembering names, though, it was difficult to follow at times. There were so many players in the conception and realization of the Chicago World's Fair that I would lose track of just who I was hearing about.

That said, it was a very cool look into the trials and tribulations that went into making the spectacle a reality. This book managed to touch on SO much, not even to it's detriment. Despite getting confused by names the main through-line was easy to follow. I was invested start to finish.

In the Vanishers' Palace, by Aliette de Bodard

Do you like beauty and the beast retellings, but instead the beast is a very cool dragon, and also it's hella gay??? Then do I have the book for you! It does one of my favorite sci-fi things where there is a world, there are facts of that world, but you aren't supposed to learn them. Those aren't what matter, they are simply table setting. It's a beautiful story. I do wish there was a bit more depth into the romance, but that's just me.

Beautiful, atmospheric, and emotional. Lovely book.

A Marvelous Light, by Freya Marske

Damn, the pining in this book??? Truly a wonder.

This book is such a lovely blend of interesting plot, intriguing magic system, and just lovely gay romance. I've been trying to consciously read more queer books this year and so far I am having a wonderful time. I'm going to be 32 this year and for the first time since I was a pre-teen I'm seeing myself really reflected in books. It's such a fuckin' cool experience. I'm an emotionally compromised teenaged girl.

[arwainian]

Reading This Week 2023 #6

Testing out colorful text this week for my thoughts on the readings, to better seperate it out visually. What do you think? The default yellow text looked kinda ugly so I went with orange

Finished:

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

i very nearly cried at the second proposal scene. to have this moment between Lizzie and Darcy, where they are completely alone together, with no secrets between them and so all that follows it total comfort and absolutely adorable banter.... AUGH

Beastars, Vol. 4 by Paru Itagaki, translated by Tomoko Kimura

Started and Finished:

"Embodied Knowing: An Experiential, Contextual, and Reflective Process" by Mimi Sodhi

"Fashion and the Fleshy Body: Dress as Embodied Practice" by Joanne Entwistle

Beast Complex, Vol. 1 by Paru Itagaki, translated by Tomo Kimura

I feel like i've said most of what I have to say about Beastars and this connected anthology series Beast Complex already, so what am I supposed to do when I'm going to keep reading it and it's going to keep coming up in these roundups? well I shall just deliver this phrase for now: delightfully fucked up!

two tall mountains by misspickman on ao3

(moss if you are reading this i will come back and comment on your wonderful fic on ao3 itself later, suffice to say i thought it was quite good)

"A Woman's Place is in the Nation" from Britons: Forging the Nation 1707-1837 by Linda Colley

Death of a Sorcerer by Jeannie Lin

fuck. I forgot that Jeannie Lin's work is very enjoyable to read despite being so SO heterosexual in nature. Need to add "chinese historical fiction" to my list of things to seek out to read more of

"Regimental World: Interpreting the Experience of British Soldiers during the Napoleonic Wars" by John E. Cookson in Soldiers, Citizens and Civilians: Experiences and Perceptions of the Revolutionary and Napoleonic Wars, 1790-1820 edited by Alan Forrest, Karen Hagemann, and Jane Rendall

"Fashion, Disability, Freedom of Choice" by Heather Watkins

Lavender House by Lev A.C. Rosen, narrated by Vikas Adams

enjoyable queer murder mystery! I did not spend the novel trying to figure out the murderer until the very end, and then in the last couple of chapters I guessed completely wrong because the correct answer seemed too obvious, also I listened to the entire 10 hour audiobook in a single day thanks to my excellent skill of listening to things on times 2 speed (i have a friend that teases me for listening to things for leisure at double speed, and i have nothing with which to defend myself)

Started and Ongoing:

Frequency by cryptocism on ao3

Tea is for Teacher by Recipe on ao3

tbh considering abandoning reading this one even though I've gotten pretty deep into it. i have to constantly coach myself through my DNF policy, which is: there is so much to read out there, so unless a work is extraordinarily short, or mandatory for something, i should only read things i actually enjoy, and not just don't-dislike. since I'm kinda meh on this fic, the policy is coming to mind

Ongoing:

The City of Brass by S.A. Chakraborty

and once again the DNF policy is starting to rear its head as I reach the middle of the book. I'm hesitating on putting it down because my dad really really likes this series and wants to talk about it with me, but what I've enjoyed most about this book is the action sequences, and i'm kinda meh on the characters themselves

War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy, translated by Constance Garnett, narrated by Frederick Davidson

while I've been enjoying this, you won't see it on the weekly log for roughly a month because my due date for the library loan came up and I had to return it. I will read it more diligently when it's back in my hands, i promise

Sam Patch, the famous Jumper by Paul E. Johnson

"Base and Superstructure in Marxist Cultural Theory" by Raymond Williams

[idiotprodigy]

Drift is growing on me through the first couple of issues and this point (when he charged overlord) is where I decided I like this bot. idk the reason but the vibes are aligned right. Poor boy he got the exile treatment and tragic backstories and shit but at least he's got his friend.

"your faith, your sword, and your friend. We do this together"

你有你的信仰，剑和你的朋友。我们共进退。

The version that fits context better would probably be

你有你的信仰，剑和你的朋友。我们一起对付他。

Hello folks the comic cap collection is active again and it's the car robots this time.

"you faith, your sword, and your friend. We do this together"

[dragoncityinteriordesign]

When Zhao Yunlan finally goes to investigate Lin Jing's potential treachery, he does so by comparing the empty bag that the syringe should have been in to the log sheet. Thanks to @bisouette's crackerjack language skills, I have some translations of the log sheet:

Column headings: (serial) number, evidence origin, evidence name, amount, case progress/situation, results, inspector

#095-097: Drunken Murder Case; sharp knife, fruit knife, long knife; case confirmed; Inspectors Wang Zuojun, Da Qing #317-[323]: Kong Jing case; syringe, drill, feather duster, steel saw, steel [something], rope, electric saw; case confirmed; Inspector Da Qing [...]: glove; case awaiting confirmation; Inspector Bai Jinyuan [...]; case confirmed; Inspector Zhu Hong [...]; case confirmed; Inspector Zhao Zhugang

And then the bag itself, with explanatory notes:

Case name: Kong Jing case Evidence name: syringe with needle Collection location: old street [something something] building Investigating unit: SID Collector [the one who found it]: Lin Jing Sealer [person who sealed the bag?]: Da Qing Deliver-er [person who passes it on]: Receiving analyst: Receiving analysis unit:

Well, that's all nice and -- wait a minute, who the hell are Wang Zuojun, Bai Jinyuan, and Zhao Zhugang?

And now we're at the reason I originally asked @bisouette to look at this for me. I've mentioned before that my grasp of Chinese is beyond shaky, but by this point in the process, I can reliably read the names of all the main characters -- and these are not the names of the main characters.

Obviously the numbering system is nonsequential, which means that Wang Zhojun might be an employee from any time in the past decade, as long as Da Qing's been around. However, two of them have been busy recently: This is from episode 27; the Kong Jing case (AKA the Great Personality Caper) was episode 25. That means that somewhere in the interim, in the midst of wrangling Da Ji, SID also logged in at least eight new pieces of evidence, only three of which correspond to a case managed by someone we know.

On a meta level, I figure these are probably the names of some of the people who worked on the show, and those trusting fools figured no one would ever care enough to look closely. Ha! I sure showed them.

But when it comes to in-universe explanations? Go wild.

Theory 1: SID takes in all the weird shit anyone finds in Dragon City. Wang Zuojun, Bai Jinyuan, and Zhao Zhugang are employees of some other division, who, in the course of doing their otherwise mundane jobs, came across ooky spooky objects. These objects were collected and delivered to SID HQ, with the names of the original investigators preserved for future reference.

Theory 2: Despite what we see in the show, we are expected to understand that SID is actually a much larger division. All those "new" employees we see at the end have been there all along. However, Zhao Yunlan has chosen not to notice them, and we, experiencing the world through his protagonist's perspective, have not either.

Theory 3: Zhao Yunlan has concocted an entire roster of fake employees in an attempt to keep the funding coming in, and needs to keep putting their names on things to justify it all to payroll.

The possibilities are endless! And that's even without scratching the surface of what a Drunken Murder Case would entail, why it would be supernatural enough to warrant SID involvement, how that specific knife trio was involved, and whether those knives are or are not now being used for cutting up little fish in Lao Li's kitchenette (it's okay, he washed them real good first).

[merakiui]

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[kentuckywrites]

Imperium 2: Chapter 7

Tu reliquisti me. (You left me.)

The further inside they got, the worse it became. Nessa found herself sickened by all the bodies they had to tiptoe over, and as they made their way into what appeared to be the central building, they were forced to navigate rubble and debris as well. Some of the walls looked torn and thrown apart, as if something had taken them and thrown them across the halls like a toy. The chilly wind seeped in through these holes, and it did nothing to stop Nessa from shivering, her arms folded in an effort to ward off her fright. 

“Was this...it couldn’t have been Starr, right?” Nessa tried to fool herself, though the moment she spoke her theory, Solstice’s shoulders slumped.

“This could very well have been Starr. I am not an advocate for the Ganglion by any means, but this...this is a massacre.”

Nessa could only afford to nod once, forcing herself to continue on into a stretch of the building that seemed more sturdy and undamaged. Claw marks and dents still littered the walls, but the wind couldn’t reach them this far in. Nessa was thankful for that, for the time being.

The hallway they’d entered continued for a long and winding way, until it opened up into a room far too large for the purpose it likely served. In the center of the room, a large towering console that connected the floor and ceiling, dull and lifeless. Around the console were more bodies, even more bodies, and a startling amount of debris and rubble compared to what they’d found outside. The source became apparent once they’d fully entered. One of the adjacent walls was completely ripped apart, a giant gaping hole where someone - something - had forced its way out. Tables, chairs, documents, all scattered across the floor, bodies of their own accord, with information and evidence just as comprehensible as the organic dead. 

For a change of pace, however, two living beings were stationed next to the center console. Elma waved them over, her guns both drawn and at the ready, while Lin was hunched over one of the console’s many screens, looking quickly between it and her comm device in her left hand. Nessa approached first, her brow furrowed.

“Looks like you guys won the race. Don’t tell me you caused all this.”

“I did a sweep of the entire fortress before you both arrived,” Elma relayed her information with a solemn heart, “Everyone was already dead. No signs of anything living in here. The bodies aren’t fresh, but Ganglion tend to decompose at a slower rate, so I want to say this likely happened within the past few weeks.”

“So the likely conclusion is that this is Starr’s handiwork,” Solstice put their head in their hands, rubbing away at more unborn tears, “This is horrific. I should've worked faster, I should’ve done more to arrive in Cocytios sooner so as to avoid this mess -”

“Hey, Sol, this isn’t your fault,” Nessa reassured them, “Besides, better Ganglion than humans, right?”

“Their species does not matter. What does matter is that this is a tremendous loss of life.”

“I agree,” Elma said, “Though that doesn’t mean this is your fault. I don’t believe anyone could have thwarted this. That being said, Lin is hard at work attempting to unlock the computer and access its data. We’re hoping to discover what truly happened here, as well as uncover any existing files on Starr or Pongo.”

“There wasn’t any sign of him here, then?” Nessa asked, slightly hopeful.

But Elma shook her head. “None, I’m afraid. I even checked amongst the bodies, but there’s -”

“No. No, he’s not dead,” Nessa interrupted, suddenly defensive and colder than she felt, “I refuse to believe he’s dead. He probably picked up a brain cell and stayed as far away from here as he could.”

Elma opened her mouth to object, but before she could speak, the computer Lin was standing in front of lit up, emitting a soft static to indicate that it was awake, that it was powered on and ready to go, though likely damaged. “There! Looks like this one still works.”

“Great job, Lin,” Elma commended her efforts, and everyone quickly gathered around the young Outfitter to gaze at the currently black screen. Letters decorated the edges and some of the sides, a language Nessa couldn’t understand. However, Lin pieced things together and started to tap random sequences, unfazed. 

“You can read Ganglion?” Nessa asked.

“I can’t exactly read it, but I know enough from my past attempts at hacking these to know where things are, if that makes sense,” Lin explained, pulling up a long string of letters accompanied by tiny thumbnails Nessa couldn’t quite understand. “This subsection is full of videos. Might be worth watching them, since...well, can you read Ganglion?”

“Nope,” Nessa scoffed, “But we should start somewhere, I guess? Mira, can you confirm that you’ll be able to translate the Ganglion if they’re speaking in the video?”

Yep. No worries there.

“Okay, it’ll translate. Pick a video and pray.”

Lin tapped on one of the lower video entries, and the screen switched to a new interface. Solstice flinched as a Ganglion appeared on the screen, a Misaaldi in standard attire. She spoke clearly, staring into the screen with such a silent rage that it made the hairs on the back of Nessa’s neck raise.

“Entry 22 in the superweapon experiment. We believe we have identified the ritual’s formula in the creation of an endbringer. The puny natives utilized ether in their day-to-day lives as easily as air. If we can collect enough ether from the surrounding environment and consolidate it into one location, we could theoretically force a subject to intake that ether and transform. The specifics of this process shall be outlined by Sharnaak, once he returns from his journey to the lava continent. We have great hopes for this next step in the experiment. The Great One shall be pleased with our hard work in restoring his honor. End log.”

“They...they replicated the ritual?” Solstice’s hands began to shake, and this time, Nessa didn’t hesitate. She took one of Solstice’s hands, squeezed it tightly, felt them squeeze back. Their eyes remained glued to the screen, attempting to say something, though words failed them. Elma was the one to speak in their stead, taking a deep breath in, exhaling out.

“The superweapon experiment...and what exactly is the ritual you’re speaking of?”

Solstice looked to Nessa, and with a small shake of their head, Nessa stepped up to the plate to explain. “The Telethia in Noctilum was created through an ancient ritual. It’s a person - or it was one, a very long time ago.”

The lie flowed easily, and Elma and Lin believed with with all their hearts. However, Elma’s confusion was still apparent. “So then, the Ganglion tried to harness this ritual and create their own Telethia? That would explain Starr, as well as his behavior.”

“Find another video,” Solstice finally managed to stutter, “I-I need to know more.”

Lin scrolled through the available videos for a moment, clicking on one that was farther away from the one they’d watched. Once more, the screen switched to the same Misaaldi, still in standard attire, though far more activity behind them indicated that something in the atmosphere had changed.

“Entry 59 in the superweapon experiment. We’ve successfully completed the ether serum. We will begin testing on our human subjects shortly, and I shall report back the details at a later time. Pause recording.”

The video cut to black for a second before returning to the Misaaldi woman, who wiped her brow before addressing the camera.

“Resume recording. All five human test subjects did not survive the injection. We have reason to believe that, once they successfully transformed, their consciences remained in tact, and they utilized their newfound strength to turn against us. We are awaiting data analysis from Sharnaak before conducting more experiments, as we wish for his input before proceeding. End log.”

The video ended. Lin didn’t waste any time in picking a new video log, and the Misaaldi soon reappeared, now wearing a confident and knowing smile.

“Entry 81 in the superweapon experiment. As per Sharnaak’s guidance, our team has created a secondary serum to combat the existence of being. Finely crafted and tuned, this serum is far more technological in nature, as the human body is not organic. The serum shall enter the data bloodstream of the human and remove everything that makes them human - their puny dreams and desires, their personality, their useless memories. Their mind shall become a blank slate, and thus, their transformation shall not be hindered by their humanity. Now, we must locate another test subject, and perhaps this shall be the final experiment required before we complete the transition. The Great One will be pleased to see that his servants have gifted him an army, forged from his enemies, forged into mindless, willing servants. End log.”

“A serum to erase someone…” Elma’s voice cracked, the fear radiating from Solstice contagious. “That…”

“There’s only one more video,” Lin told everyone, her voice barely a whisper, hushed and quiet and full of dread. “Should I…”

“We have to know.” Nessa said, clearing her throat. “Play it.”

And so, with that final, resolute command, Lin pressed the final file. The scene changed, though the Misaaldi still stood in front of the camera. Behind her, Nessa could make out a steel board, with cuffs placed where wrists and ankles would go, a larger strap where hips would likely be. Many other Marnaak and Misaaldi stood nearby, some walking around with medical tools, others standing guard off to the side, bystanders to the beginning of the end. The Misaaldi chuckled before starting her speech.

“Entry 82 in the superweapon experiment. We’ve found a perfect candidate. Alone, rather strong for a human. We think he will make the perfect base. As such, Sharnaak has given us the all-clear to begin the test.”

She glanced over her shoulder, and her voice rose as she ordered, “Bring him in!”

Nessa held her breath as, from off screen, she heard the sounds of protest, wincing, startled yelps and cries. Two Marnucks dragged another humanoid in, his legs kicking and struggling, though because of the Marnucks’ height advantage, she couldn’t see the human, couldn’t identify him. They brought him to the board, strapping him into place, all while the human continued to cry out, begging, pleading with them to stop, to tell him what was going on. When the Marnucks finally stepped away, and they had a clear visual on who was strapped to the board, who the Ganglion had picked as their test subject…

Nessa was met with a pair of pupiless indigo eyes, identical to her own. Wide with fear, obscured only slightly by long black hair, draping over pale skin and a torn purple combat vest. 

No one said his name. Everyone was frozen, watching, waiting. 

The Misaaldi stepped up to him. She had the nerve, the fucking nerve, to reach out and place her hand on his cheek, shushing him with one of her fingers. 

“Not to worry, my dear. It will all be over soon.”

She then addressed the Marnucks standing slightly behind the board, to the Marnucks that were standing close by in preparation. “Inject the first serum. Let us put an end to his suffering.”

On command, a Marnuck with a syringe stepped up, tall enough to look him in the eye as he forced his head up, exposing his neck fully. The syringe went deep inside, and he screamed, and Nessa nearly covered her ears because it shattered something deep inside her that she didn’t know could shatter, and tears were forming in her eyes, obscuring her vision, what was happening to him, what were they doing to him, make it stop make it stop make it stop -

He stopped crying. He stopped screaming, he stopped struggling. He simply went limp, head dropping as if he had no energy left, no will to fight or to live or to escape this madness. The silence was overwhelming. 

Then, his head picked back up.

Nessa was met with a pair of dead, pupiless gray eyes. Void of life, obscured only slightly by long black hair, draping over pale skin and a torn purple combat vest. 

The Misaaldi returned her hand to his cheek. He did not respond.

“My little puppet...it’s time to give you strings.”

She waved another Marnuck over, another one holding a syringe. The injection was performed without resistance into the same place as the former. It took a good ten seconds for anything to happen, and his eyes suddenly began to shift, his body started to swell, his fingers formed claws and tried to scratch at the air as he let out a howl, not a scream, a full blown howl, guttural and from the deep confines of his empty body -

Nessa couldn’t watch. She squeezed her eyes shut and simply listened to the sound of metal snapping under pressure, the howls turn into roars, the tearing of flesh and the new symphony of Ganglion screams as heavy thuds echoed against the walls, as structures began to tumble and fall and collapse under pressure, and it only kept going and going and going and -

Silence. 

Nessa opened one eye, and the video had ended abruptly. Its aftermath, however was clear as day, scattered around them, the remnants of a massacre.

It was her turn to start shaking. It was Solstice’s turn to squeeze her hand. Elma and Lin sat, staring at the screen as if they were hoping it’d provide something else, a little message saying “it’s all a prank”, “it’s all a dream”, “none of this is real”. But nothing came. They were only met with darkness. Quiet. Nothingness.

But of course, even if Nessa asked for nothingness, she would always have a little voice in her head, a separate being acting as her inner conscience.

My...my baby…you...

She didn’t think she’d ever hear Mira’s voice waver, she didn’t think Mira was capable of showing such a parental kindness. But here it was, and it sounded so torn, so lost. 

Before she could respond, a distant roar echoed across the skies, and Solstice looked up to meet it. There, behind the clouds, descending towards them…

Solstice stared dead into Starr’s eyes as he landed, teeth bared, ready to fight. They addressed Nessa without looking at her. Their hands remained intertwined.

“Your brother has great timing,” They whispered.

[idiotprodigy]

Translating Starscream's encouragement for Megatron from idw Shattered Glass issue 2. Original text below cut.

-我从来不把你当懦夫，威震天，但如果你这段时间尽在对自己说这种胡话，那看来我本该好几年前就回来找你。

-胡话？

-好啦，我知道你不是复读机，但如果现在你不想再讲什么，不如听我讲讲你自己忘记了什么？

-因为我记忆里的你可不是这样。

-我们冲进战场，跟在一个无畏，英勇的领袖身后。

-星啸。

-别急，他背后也有同样英勇的战士们追随。

-星啸。

-但我们在地球之战之后聊得最多的不是这个。

-我们说到的是你怎么把大黄蜂一炮打散架，救下了惊天雷。

-我们举杯敬你战胜一波波欺扯人的英姿，敬那些暴君倒在你脚下的样子。

-星啸，我-

-也许你把自己看作一个烈士，但对我们来说，你是个英雄。

-当时我没什么能说的了，我服从了你的命令，这些命令让我们得以逃生。我没亲眼看到你战败，也不知道你在地球呆了多久。

-但我很清楚什么？

-你说，因为我们输了，你不配做这个领袖。但那场败仗不赖你，那些牺牲的机也不赖你。我很清楚，对我们这些地球之战的存活者来说，我们都欠你一条命。我们能活下来是因为你宁可打败仗也要保住我们。

-我无权对你做任何要求，威震天，这我明白。但我们现在四处分散，仿佛赛博坦真的成了一个被抛弃的把天护废铁堆。我们没法继续像这样群龙无首的苟活下去。除了救过我们所有人一命的你之外，我不知道还有谁能让把天护誓死追随！

-I never took you for a coward, Megatron. But apparently I should have returned decacycles ago, if this is the nonsense you've come up with in the meantime.

-Nonsense?

-I know you do more than replay what I've said. But if more words are too difficult at the moment, would you like me to tell you what you've forgotten?

-Because I remember it differently.

-We dove into battle, led by a fearless, dashing, leader.

-Starscream.

-Don't worry, he had equally dashing soilders at his back."

-Starscream.

-But that wasn't what we spoke about after that battle on Earth.

-We spoke of how you saved Thundercracker, with a pointblank shot that led to Bumblebee needing a new body.

-We drank to the vision of you taking down wave upon wave of Autobots.

-And how tyrants fell at your feet.

-Starscream, I-

-Perhaps you saw yourself as a martyr.

-But to us, you were a hero.

-There was nothing for me to say. I followed your orders.

-And following your orders led to us escaping. I didn't see you fall, and I didn't know how long you spent on Earth.

-But what I do know?

-You say you are not a leader because we lost. But that loss wasn't on your shoulders. Neither was the bot-count when it was all over. But those that survived Earth that day? We lived on because of you. Because you were willing to lose to keep us alive.

-I have no right to ask anymore of you, Megatron, and I know that. But we are scattered, living as if Cybertron is nothing but an abandoned junkyard for Decepticons. We cannot exist without a leader, and I know of no one else the Decepticons will rally behind like the bot that saved out lives!

[idiotprodigy]

有人问，地狱是什么？我一直认为地狱是受无能去爱的折磨。

"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)

[second-chance-stray]

RP Log: Cravendy meets Lin! I think both of them have a terrible time.

Cravendy Hound woke up two days prior, and has spent those days awkwardly exploring the company while simultaneously avoiding all of its members. Finally, she understands what has happened in her absence...a very basic understanding, at least. The details are far too many to untangle at the moment.

Cravendy Hound has left a note on Lin’s door, inviting her to meet at one of the Lavender Bed islands. She waits on the bench absolutely terrified. Outwardly, this unintentionally translates into a menacing aura. Fists clenched, eyes dark, looking pissed off as hell.

Aislinn North It was a day with no work to be done. For most people, that would be a cause to celebrate. Right now, at this point in time, for Aislinn, it's a nightmare. Nyscera's people and Bertram, all of them had conspired against her. Sweeping the paperwork from her desk, aiding her in the clinic, leaving her with no escape. Work was the distraction used to keep her thoughts from looking back. Like a colorful toy you waved in front of a child to keep their attention where you wanted it. However, there was one piece of parchment left for her on her now far-too-clean desk. A note. She turned her head to the sound of approaching footsteps, the blood promptly draining from her face as she read it over. What in the Seven Hells was this? She fought back a litany of curses. No. She wasn't doing this today. She couldn't do this today. However, underneath the note was another's handwriting. Bertram had written something. And whatever he had penned had her out here, in the rain, making her way to this damned meeting. She caught sight of the familiar silhouette as she approached and immediately felt her throat go dry. As she drew closer, she realized the look was all wrong. The anger, the glaring eyes. Nothing about this....person was Wyda. She came to stand wordlessly just under the gazebo's shelter. She simply couldn't find anything to say.

Cravendy Hound similarly feels her heart sink when Lin steps into view. There is no plan, no eloquent speech prepared. Hells, she doesn’t even have a rough idea of what she wants to talk about. But she feels like she has to say something - anything - for both of their sakes. And yet, words fail her. The silence stretches between two of them like a widening fissure, and it feels unsurmountable. Gods, what was she thinking?

Cravendy Hound gets up. Why did she do that? Now she’s standing! She moves to sit back down, but wouldn’t that be more awkward? Cravendy freezes in a half-squat for a second until finally deciding to throw caution to the wind. Hells. She’s got the nerves of a kid on stage for the first time, but at least things can only get better...right?

Cravendy Hound strides over to Lin, grabs her shoulder, sits her down on a bench, and then takes a seat across from her. Okay, pieces in place. Things should happen now. Aaaanytime now. “.....................................”

(Aislinn North) ((Awww! OKay, this has me laughing! xD)) (Cravendy Hound) xD!! )) (Cravendy Hound) cravs has 0 braincells 0 plans. the apple doesn't fall far from the tree in many ways ))

Aislinn North eyes flared widely as Cravendy grabbed hold of her shoulders, clearly taking umbrage at being maneuvered into place by a person she knows is a total stranger. Unfortunately, her still-healing injuries leave her unable to swiftly move out of the way in time and she finds herself plopped on the nearby bench instead. "Nymeia's bloody britches." she muttered, returning the Seawolf's glare with one of her own. "Starting to think I might have been better off wandering another circle around the House." In all honesty, it's the most emotion she's displayed since the events of that horrible day.

Cravendy Hound: “Aye, you an’ me both. Suppose we got that in common? Not wantin' to be ‘ere. Today being a weird an’ unpleasant day.” Cravendy tries to laugh and her voice cracks from high to low. Twelve have mercy, her expressions are not fully her own yet. Her face reddens and her scowl only deepens. “M-mud an’ shite! Been more than a year since I last spoke, I promise I ain’t like this normally...”

Aislinn North "I'll have to take your word on that." came Aislinn's rapid fire retort. She had clearly reached 'Anger' along her trip through the five stages of grief. But even she can hear the bite in her words and knows they're misdirected. She looked away, out over the water as a war waged within her chest. Logically, what happened wasn't Cravendy's fault. It also wasn't Cravendy's fault she woke up. She just did. Logically, Aislinn knew all of this. She just didn't like it. "....It'll get easier, I'm sure." she finally, grudgingly allowed. That felt alright to say. That felt safe.

Cravendy Hound winces slightly, but the bite in Lin’s voice feels deserved. It isn’t as if she’s unaware of what has happened in the past year. In dreams you can become another on the flip of a dime...She’s in possession of memories that are both hers, and not hers. She shakes her head.

Cravendy Hound: “Don’t go easy on me. I know what happened. The mess I caused.” She  crosses her arms and...my god. She was never going to get used to how after waking up, she suddenly had the toned body of a fistfighter. God, everything is so weird. “...An’ I won’t go easy on ye. Ye look like shite, an’ ye look like ye can stand to get somethin’ off yer chest.

(Cravendy Hound) sleep is the most powerful workout xD )) (Aislinn North) ((God, I wish that were true! lol!))

Aislinn North shot the Seawolf a swift, dry look out of the corner of her eye. "You're looking for someone to unload on you, aren't you?" she shrewdly assessed. "Did you? Cause this mess? I mean, did you mean to summon..." her voice caught, stumbled over the word. "the primal?"

Cravendy Hound: “Personally, could do without. But when ye do somethin’ wrong, an’ ye don’t get what ye deserve then...well, I’d be wonderin’ whether or not I was still dreamin’.” Her jaw set, tight. To Lin’s second point, she found herself at a loss for words. Part of her wanted to absolve herself of guilt and claim it wasn’t her fault. A half-truth to make everyone feel better, and one that she knew would gnaw away at her heart like all of her other white lies. No...She literally died following this creed. She had to carry on differently, no matter how uncomfortable.

Cravendy Hound: “....It was unintentional. But what I did leadin’ up to it was my fault.”

Cravendy Hound: “Accident or not, I made a right mess of things. If hatin’ me will make ye feel better, then I’ll gladly bear it.” Hair fell in front of her face as she let out a short breath.

Aislinn North "How could I hate you? I don't *know* you." Aislinn replied. "And that's an awful lot of wasted energy, in my experience." She grew quiet as she mulled over Cravendy's words. For a long stretch the only sound was the rain drumming against the roof of the gazebo. She saw what she was trying to do. Get all the information and assemble it into something that made sense. That gave her answers. And what would answers do now? They wouldn't change the outcome. "You're right though...you did make a mess of things." she said with blunt honesty. "And we're all just going to have to learn to live with it. Not all of us are going to manage...*well*"

Cravendy Hound’s brows knitted together. She was partly relieved to hear that she wasn’t going to be immediately hated by Lin. Dream-friend or no, it was definitely something she could do without. But the other half of her was frustrated at the existence of yet another problem that she caused, that she couldn’t fix at once.

Cravendy Hound: “Maybe ye don’t know me, and maybe I don’t know ye, but whether ye like it or not, I’m ‘ere for you. Because...” Cravendy pauses. Because what? She feels selfish for saying anything at all. If her goal isn’t closure, then what is it? She doesn’t know, and it infuriates her. “...Just because.”

Cravendy Hound: “....................” It dawns on her that she hasn’t introduced herself. Shit, is it too late to bring it up now? She simmers in anxiety and, as usual, it comes across as looking like she’s about to fight something.

Aislinn North sat back sharply, caught up short. Clearly, she wasn't ready for that. She looked away. Her fingers tapped out a quick rhythm against her leg, her jaw squared. How many times did it take for her to learn this particular lesson? Cracking herself open again and again only to lose people. No. *This* time she would get it. *This* she'd learn. Upon glancing back at Cravendy, her dark musings fly from her. The woman looked like she wanted to punch something. Aislinn tensed. "Alright, there?" ...she asked uncertainly.

(Cravendy Hound) xD )) (Aislinn North) ((Lin's wondering if she's gonna have to dodge and roll xD))

Cravendy Hound narrows an eye as she reads Lin’s expression. Shit, looks like she’s closing up. But then again, what other outcome could she expect? Thrust herself in her life and expect immediate and full reconciliation? Of course not. Cravendy doesn’t know Lin either, and maybe never seeing each other would be the best path to take...but it feels wrong to see her like this. It just does.

Cravendy Hound: “It’s not alright! I...I wake up after tryin’ to end things and I guess things are better? But worse at the same time? I’m still where I was a year ago an...” She cuts off her outburst. Piss n’ wind, just another way to further alienate Lin. “‘SCUSE ME.”

Cravendy Hound gets up, dunks herself under the water and yells at the top of her lungs. When she comes back, she looks spent. “Should’ve said this at the beginnin’, but I’m Cravendy. And I’m...I’m just losing me mind! Haha. That’s a...a joke.”

(Cravendy Hound) i dont know whether to laugh or cry )) (Aislinn North) ((ohhhhh...I think this is one of those times where its just both!)) (Cravendy Hound) both? both. xD )) (Aislinn North) ((xD)) (Aislinn North) ((Also did she just go and pitch herself into the water, or just her head?)) (Cravendy Hound) LOL she stepped into the water, slams herself completely underwater, and then came back )) (Aislinn North) ((lol! Got it!)) (Cravendy Hound) lmao i dont know which would give off more of an insane person vibe. if she crawled on the wood and dunked just her head in the water versus what she actually did )) (Aislinn North) ((lol! Oy, that's true! Six of one, I suppose))

Aislinn North As the woman let loose on her, Aislinn realized the turn of phrase she's used since childhood may have been misconstrued. She sat in stunned silence after watching Cravendy pitch herself into the lake. She'd get up but at the moment, in her condition, that seemed like too much of a chore. "I didn't..." it was all for the best as Cravendy immediately returned and squelched back down on the bench. "It's just...something I say. Of course nothing about this is alright." she let go a breath. "Cravendy...I gathered that. From the note you left me." A part of her had to admire someone who could do exactly what they felt like doing. She, herself, had been holding in a scream for days. She looked forward to when she could pick up her pistol again and target shoot. She had always been better at letting her gun snarl and growl for her. "And like I said, it's not an easy thing. But it'll get easier."

Cravendy Hound sits in wet, miserable silence. Her hair, once a dense tangle resembling a pine tree, is now slicked down against her face and shoulders. And she’s godsdamned grateful for looking like a mess right now, as it hides the tears and redness in her eyes. She’s not some whelp to be pitied, she’s a tough pirate that shoots first and asks questions later! Used to be, anyway. Cravendy sniffs once. Must be the cold.

Cravendy Hound: “Hah, ah...No.” She takes a bundle of hair in her hand and wrings water out of it. It’s a little salty. “Yeah. No...No? No.”

Cravendy Hound: “........Aye.”

Aislinn North tipped her head as she listened to Cravendy argue. Though whether it was with Aislinn or herself, the highlander couldn't be sure. "Aye." she affirmed. "Because there's no other option." she spoke like someone who knew that was the way of it.

Aislinn North After a pause, she slowly pulled herself to her feet. "I'll be heading back to the House now. Not that anyone has left me much of anything to do...but still." she sighed. She hesitated a moment, studying Cravendy. Feeling torn in several directions all at once. "Come back up when you're ready. No sense sitting in wet clothes for very long."

Cravendy Hound sighs. Well, that went swimmingly. She shrugs her shoulders and lets Lin go, preferring to unwind in the privacy of this lonely island for now.

[mikkies]

YOUR PFP OMG

I’m so in love with the new cards and I NEED translations right this instant. I got Epel’s card and I somehow got Ace’s dorm SRR (i hate him/j)

Also ignore how most of those cards say new, I barely go in JP

WERE GONNA GET CHAPTER 7 SOON LIKE PROBABLY NEXT YEAR BUT IM SO EXCITED, I’m so scared for silver and Lilia because I feel like one of them is gonna end up hurt or something

dw lin i also barely log in jp, im so excited and also scared for chapter 7 like bro lilia and silver my best buds i will absolutely throw hands if sebek gets hurt.. also tyyy lin i was trying to get a burnt up pfp

[urbanchristiannews]

UK Christians Welcome Refugees amid Frustrations with Immigration Process

UK Christians Welcome Refugees amid Frustrations with Immigration Process

When Wai Lin Wong arrived in Bristol from Hong Kong in April 2021, one of the first things she did was look for a new church. “I logged onto Facebook; I searched Google,” she said, “and found churches with webpages translated into Chinese, groups of other Hong Kongers, and sanctuaries full of people like me.” That happened a lot, said Mark Nam, an Anglican priest in Bristol. As the Chinese…

[idiotprodigy]

但是我要告诉你，最美好的时光已经过去，不代表未来就不值得度过，你或许没办法再寻找到那样的快乐，但你依然会寻找到值得记入回忆录里的东西

comment for the ending of Lost Light: how dare you JRO how DARE you. Anyways the second image is my new desktop background now.

"you are so much bigger without it" "my best life" "forever sounds about right" "we can convince ourselves that it worked"

on today's episode of guess how hard I can cry for a ship (literal) and a bunch of robots. This fills me with joy honestly.

[idiotprodigy]

-从我们起飞开始你就一直在角落里一蹶不振

-我在审时度势！

-不，擎天柱会审时度势，我会审时度势，你在闹别扭。你现在就在。

-我在面对我生命的有限性！我正在经历那种，呃，那种存在主义危险！

（-……危机）

（-通天晓，打住）

Magnus corrects crisises later in this panel but take a wild guess on the existance of plural form nouns in Chinese. I'm trying you see this is the fun of translation.

Megs and Rodimus bicker banter is so fun tbh I sure hope nothing bad ever happens--- (knows all the tragic stuff they go through later and enjoys it despite heartache)

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Part 1

This is too fucking cute!!!!! I found it on a tiny dark corner on Aoa !!! There you go! Read it!! Jajaj i loved it!! “ nope, screw this im out” jajaja tonyyy xD this is part 1

I will let the link for you to left a kudo !!!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1148493

Credis to: Ironfries(machinate),Vespasiana

Link to part 2 https://misaky0.tumblr.com/post/168486754149/part-2-butt-vision-jajajaja-steveeee-xd-the