#right now i'm happy with nostalgia o'clock

[goodthingscomeinthrees]

i don't know how hard (or if at all) rtd will lean into all the things thirteen discovered about her past during the specials, but it's clear it sent her so far into her own head, not to mention the yaz of it all. so having fourteen not only go back to an old, familiar face, but be reunited with the companion who was his best friend (nothing more, and nothing less) and who called him on his shit and believed in him and didn't think of him as this untouchable hero is perfect. someone with a family and friends and a full life that doesn't need to include him — but would be made even sweeter for it.

that's exactly the kind of energy the doctor needs right now, someone from their past to ground them and remind them there's bigger things happening outside of their own head. i didn't realize just how much i missed donna noble, and i don't think they did either. 🥲

#doctor who #the doctor #tenth doctor #thirteenth doctor #fourteenth doctor #donna noble #the special made me SO EMO #we got the chaos besties baaaaack #to be clear i want rtd to reference all the stuff thirteen figured out #but it can probably wait for fifteen #right now i'm happy with nostalgia o'clock

[kumoriyami-xiuzhen]

Hakuoki Shinkai Tenun no Shou Stellaworth Booklet "Her Long Day" part 3

The downside to me sleeping early is that I wake up way too early (before 7 am), and as that causes me to feel super tired for most of the day... I've had a hard time staying awake, which causes my attention to detail to plummet like a rock. Anyway, I don't know if I'll be able to consistently translate in October and November since I have a licensing exam that I really need to study for...

I'll worry about that later. Because I am genuinely sleepy right now.

For now, enjoy!

Hakuoki Shinkai Tenun no Shou Stellaworth Booklet "Her Long Day" part 3

Translation by KumoriYami

Wèishí·Nagakura Moment 《13~15 o'clock》

"——Alright, form two lines! Is everyone here?"

"Yes, Captain Nagakura!"

"Then let's hurry up and start today's patrol. Shimada, can you lead the squad?"

"No problem, leave it to me."

"Alright, let's go! Chizuru-chan, remember to not leave my side."

"Yes!"

Following the sound of orderly footsteps, the Shinsengumi Second Division passed through headquarters' gates.

I had completed my morning chores without incident, and welcomed the afternoon...

Today I was going together with Nagakura-san while patrolling with the Second Division.

"I'm sorry, Nagakura-san. I'll be troubling you to take me along for patrol."

"Don't worry about it. You'll be asking the people in the streets today about Kodo-san, right?"

"Yes, although there haven't been any results, I still want to press on."

"It's been hard work for you too. As long as you don't give up, you'll certainly find him one day."

"Yes!"

I obediently followed the team members in their uniformed haori.

Perhaps t was because the Shinsengumi's reputation had increased…

There were no troublemakers in sight, and there was a tranquil atmosphere over the streets.

"The streets of Kyoto have been calm lately."

"Yeah, everything's peaceful, almost as if nothing will happen again… I'm sort of reminded of what happened when I was at Shiekan."

"Shiekan… That's the dojo that Nagakura-san and the others belonged to when you were still in Edo, right?"

"Yeah. Back then, everyone was poor, but everyone was happy every day and their smiles never stopped. Of course, that hasn't changed even now."

Nagakura-san looked up towards with the sky with some nostalgia, and mumbled.

"….In the future, it'd be nice if these days could like this."

"......Nagakura-san......"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Chizuru-chan, I'll only make you feel awkward if I say that. One day, we'll help you find Kodo, so that you as father and daughter, will be able to return to Edo."

"Ah… yes. One day…"

Although I responded like that, I however still felt speechless for a moment, what was the reason for that.

I came to Edo to find my father, and that has never changed.

But lately, whenever I think there inevitably being a day when I have to leave everyone, I feel a bit lonely.

"Sorry, I said something weird. Let's go think eat something delicious later, and not think about difficult things until later."

Nagakura-san smiled as he said that to me, then turned towards the other members.

"Alright, you guys listen up! After today's patrol ends, this Captain-sama will treat you all to dessert from a teahouse!"

"Eehh…? Since you're treating, I'd rather go to a bar!"

"Bastard! I really want to drink…. No way! We have to have something sweet today!"

"Then I want to eat anmitsu. There's a shop that I can recommend going to!"

"Shimada's recommendation is definitely going to be too sweet…"

"You guys… If you complain again, I'm not going to treat you!"

Seeing the Second Division's members laughing and joking around as they walked, I couldn't help but smile/laugh.

"Nagakura-san and the members have a really good relationship…"

I was as happy as Nagakura-san was, as if that was my own matter, and for the sake of not falling behind everyone, I quickly followed them.

Shintoki·Sakamoto Moment 《15-17 o'clock》

"Um, I'm sory, we're looking for someone…"

"....Hm? Looking for someone?"

"Yes. May I ask if you know a bald Western doctor named Yukimra Kodo?"

No. There are many bald monks that I've seen…. but I haven't heard of a Western doctor with that name."

"Is that so... thank you."

I bowed to the owner of the pharmacy and sighed as I walked out the door.

And as I asked around at clinics, pharmacies, and other places related to father work's work while the Second Division patrolled….

"Chizuru-chan, how was it?"

"Ah, Nagakura-san… Unfortunately, there's nothing here too."

The outcome was as I witnessed it, and the hope I had for today was dashed again.

Nagakura-san narrowed his eyes and patted my shoulder.

"In that case… Nn, we'll be walking around in this area, so you can investigate wherever you want as long as you're within my range of sight."

"Okay, thank you."

Hearing Nagakura-san's consolation, I walked up the street again. But I couldn't begin to feel happy.

——Truly, will it be possible to find him.

This worry in my heart has constantly been growing in my heart had lately been dulling my steps.

I've already asked so many people, yet there still wasn't the slightest bit of information, so was it possible that my father has….

“……”

"….Why the drawn face? What a waste to your cute face."

"Huh...?"

"No, your appearance in men's clothes is handsome cute, which ought to be said outright. I'll correct that, and just call you a beauty."

"Sa-Sakamoto-san...?"

In the face of this acquaintance that was publicly known to be an elusive person, I couldn't help but widen my eyes.

"Why are you here...?"

"I just came to find you. I heard that people from the Shinsengumi were on patrol here, so I came to try my luck. It's great to have met you."

Sakamoto-san, who claimed to be a ronin from the Tosa Domain, looked at me with a smile on his likeable face.

"So, why are you feeling so sad? As long as you're willing to talk, I'd be happy to listen?"

"….Uh….?"

For a moment, I hesitated to tell him, the desire to tell someone prevailed, so I decided to speak.

"Actually...."

"——So that's how it is, you haven't found any clue about your father."

"Yes… I've been wondering lately, is it really okay to be continuing like this…"

After listening to me finish worried confession, Sakamoto-san fell deep into thought.

"…Maybe, the means of finding this person/someone are wrong?"

"The means of finding someone… is it?"

If your father went into hiding for some reason, then it's unlikely that he'd be walking down the streets with a bald head and with the characteristics/traits of Western doctor displayed, right? If that's the case, even if you ask around repeatedly, you won't find anything."

"...Are you saying that my father might be disguised?"

"I'm only saying that this is a possibility… that's why, you should try searching areas that aren't just related to medicine."

Sakamoto-san spoke thoughtfully.

"He's a Western doctor, right? Apart from pharmacies, you might also have to search bookstores that sell books related to Western studies, or possibly places that make medical equipment."

"Ah… it's as you say… thank you…!"

Sakamoto-san looked at my inspired expression and used a finger to poke my cheek.

"Although my conjectures might not necessarily be accurate, it's good to occassionaly change your way of thinking. Ah, of course, remember to bring have the Shinsengumi escort you/take along a guard from the Shinsengumi when you go."

"Yes...!"

"In that case, I'd should hurry back before those awful guys appear show up again…. If you want to thank me, go on a a date with me to eat something delicious next time."

"....Um, I'll have to about that carefully."

---to be continued----

reference: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anmitsu

also i almost always spell "publicly" wrong... huzzah for spell check pointing out that error every time that happens...

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki tenun no shou #hakuoki other translation #nagakura shinpachi #yukimura chizuru #sakamoto ryouma

[howieabel]

Letters from a Man in Solitary

by Nâzım Hikmet Ran

1

I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a pearl-handled jackknife (they won't give me anything sharp)   or a plane tree with its head in the clouds. Trees may grow in the yard, but I'm not allowed     to see the sky overhead..... How many others are in this place? I don't know. I'm alone far from them, they're all together far from me. To talk anyone besides myself     is forbidden. So I talk to myself. But I find my conversation so boring,   my dear wife, that I sing songs. And what do you know, that awful, always off-key voice of mine   touches me so     that my heart breaks. And just like the barefoot orphan lost in the snow in those old sad stories, my heart - with moist blue eyes and a little red runny rose-   wants to snuggle up in your arms. It doesn't make me blush   that right now     I'm this weak,       this selfish,       this human simply. No doubt my state can be explained physiologically, psychologically, etc. Or maybe it's   this barred window,   this earthen jug,     these four walls, which for months have kept me from hearing   another human voice. It's five o'clock, my dear. Outside,   with its dryness,     eerie whispers,         mud roof, and lame, skinny horse standing motionless in infinity -I mean, it's enough to drive the man inside crazy with grief- outside, with all its machinery and all its art, a plains night comes down red on treeless space. Again today, night will fall in no time. A light will circle the lame, skinny horse. And the treeless space, in this hopeless landscape stretched out before me like the body of a hard man, will suddenly be filled with stars. We'll reach the inevitable end once more, which is to say the stage is set again today for an elaborate nostalgia. Me, the man inside, once more I'll exhibit my customary talent, and singing an old-fashioned lament in the reedy voice of my childhood, once more, by God, it will crush my unhappy heart to hear you inside my head, so far away, as if I were watching you       in a smoky, broken mirror...

2

It's spring outside, my dear wife, spring. Outside on the plain, suddenly the smell of fresh earth, birds singing, etc. It's spring, my dear wife, the plain outside sparkles... And inside the bed comes alive with bugs,     the water jug no longer freezes, and in the morning sun floods the concrete... The sun- every day till noon now it comes and goes from me, flashing off     and on... And as the day turns to afternoon, shadows climb the walls, the glass of the barred window catches fire,       and it's night outside,       a cloudless spring night... And inside this is spring's darkest hour. In short, the demon called freedom, with its glittering scales and fiery eyes, possesses the man inside       especially in spring... I know this from experience, my dear wife,       from experience...

3

Sunday today. Today they took me out in the sun for the first time. And I just stood there, struck for the first time in my life       by how far away the sky is,         how blue         and how wide. Then I respectfully sat down on the earth. I leaned back against the wall. For a moment no trap to fall into, no struggle, no freedom, no wife. Only earth, sun, and me... I am happy.

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