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peanutgallerymemes

NO LEGIT- it’s so stressful 😭😭

zxid

collection

fishlung8877

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drtanner

This post is almost 11 years old now, so I feel like it’s time for an update:

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Im both

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from Mettray, Septembre 2025

necromancelena

Die temu ad die

necromancelena

Hmm. Accidentally looks like latin.

chef-boy-ar-girl

It accidentally is latin

saanah

Accidental latin is my new favourite thing.

santapau

Found this in the margins of a medieval manuscript.

qqueenofhades

This is a very charming illustration and I do approve of Accidental Latin, but unfortunately, that is not what this (Fake) Accidental Latin actually says. Google Translate seems to think "temu" is identical to "timor" (infinitive, "to fear"), which would then be conjugated in first-person singular as "timeo" ("I fear"). "Temu" is not a word in Latin. So that is a very weird leap on Google Translate's part to turn gibberish into... something vaguely etymologically similar sounding? Hmm.

Next, "die" does mean "day," though nominative singular is "dies," i.e. "dies irae." It could be conjugated "die" if it was in ablative or locative case, but "die ad die" would mean something more like "day to day." "Ad" is in a "to" direction and "ab" is from, i.e. "ab urbis," and ablative case is used to indicate the movement of a thing. In short, "by" is not really a way to translate "ad"; we might want "per" here? (Through, by means of, etc.)

Not to mention, it would be weird to put one "die" at the start and another at the end The verb also usually goes at the end in Latin sentences, just for that extra bit of fun. So yes, in short, this is not actually Latin, and Google Translate is very bad at Latin in particular. Nonetheless, still charming.

nudistcat

@theshitpostcalligrapher

sekkitsune

Agree, @qqueenofhades, except on the matter of breaking “die ad die” apart. It’s a common structure in poetic and oratorical Latin to jam one phrase in the middle of another. I can’t think of an example exactly parallel to this construction, but I could believe a Roman poet would write it!

qqueenofhades

Ah, that is true. My Latin is of the reading-medieval-documents (particularly charters and/or chronicles) variety, where the sentence and usage structures are often more formulaic and there is less poetic license to move words around. There is obviously far less fixity for word order in Latin, since the conjugations explain how they grammatically relate to each other rather than placement in the sentence. (Coincidentally, this is why I used to say that the best feeling in the world was walking past a Latin classroom and not having to go inside it. Ahem.)

So yes: true that poetical Latin might be more at liberty to split the "die"-s up that far, though "timeo" (verb) is still more likely in most cases to go at the end, which would place them together anyway ("die ad die timeo," "day to day I fear" if translated in strict word order, which would make sense to an English speaker and sound more poetic anyway). Keep in mind, however, that my Latin is a) fairly rusty and b) mostly used for said formulaic legal document reading rather than freeform verse, so don't super-hard quote me on this.

sekkitsune

I saw that ablative “die” and that final -u on “temu” and thought of the ablative supine (as in “mirabile dictu”) but as you observe, there isn’t a verb that “temu” could be, and then also, the ablative supine requires an adjective, as far as I know.

But perhaps “temu” is a hapax legomenon (in which case we would need the rest of the text to gloss it) or a scribal error for temeratu, from temero, “I defile or disgrace”. In that case, and in true Tumblr form, I might translate it as “daily I disgrace, in the manner of the day”, with some errors attributable to the scribe.

qqueenofhades

....oh my god. You might be a genius. Because what else does Tumblr do but daily disgrace [itself, oneself, and/or numerous others] in the manner of the day, and make numerous scribal errors.

laurenthemself

how dare you say we error on the scribes

jtimu

this is what happens when you buy your latin on temu

descole-dead

Tintin remembers what comes after 15.

drtanner

FUCKING HELL IT’S BACK FROM LAST YEAR

descole-dead

This literally gets reblogged every 15th of the month. It’s almost two years old. It’s beautiful.

descole-dead

listen up ya’ll this post is 6 years old now and you’re still reblogging it. every month. once a month, my notifications blow up for this one video, but only until the 16th. then the notes on this vid completely stop. it’s so eerily spot on and impressive how you just all collectively know what to do. if I’m not online, people irl still remind me that it’s the 15th. thank you for six surreal years of me wondering if I completely fucking lost it. here’s to the 15th

noferret

Some art of Whirl

I read the entirety of MTMTE and LL this summer and I absolutely loved it. I've been practicing my art too so I thought I'd try to draw my favorite character, whirl.

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Excellent work !!

fanotastic

The most scared I've ever been to transform a figure, he's so delicate.

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Thats the ice sculpture that Starscream ordered for birthday party 🎉

frenchcurious

Delahaye 135 M Roadster 1947. - source Amazing Classic Cars.

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Man I was hoping this guy had a root mode.

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whirl in an abstract style cause i had a vision

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Insomnia or Nightmares

A short drabble on Whirl trying to sleep:

It was late. Everyone seemed to have gone to recharge. Whirl of course had not. Recharge was… Not easy for him at all. Insomnia was a problem he had to deal with for millennia. Most didn’t know or care particularly about it. As long as it was not causing anyone any trouble aside from Whirl of course. Instead you had the 38 foot helicopter roaming the halls and passageways of The Lost Light for hours. Once in a while he will spot someone on the night shift and have conversations with them if they let him. Other times he found others who couldn’t sleep and we’re also wandering around unable to sleep. He would on occasion stop at the door of some.of the Wreckers who were on board the ship. He never did knock on the door even though he wanted to.

Once Whirl was tired or mostly bored of walking around and doing nothing, he would return to his Habsuite and try to sleep. Sometimes this would work and he would finally be able to recharge. This was one of those occasions! His optic dimmed, his arms relaxed and soon he was no longer awake .

When he next opened his eyes the place was not … Recognizable.. There was a long metal table and a large toolbox. A can labeled “sweet oil” rested at the foot of the table next to a box with what, to the untrained eye, looked like junk. There was a whiring motor near by. He could not see where the sound was from but he could hear it. It was a familiar sound. He smiled suddenly feeling… Right at home. He turned around and saw the decorations on the walls. Yes this was home.

“Jetstream! You are going to be late! ”

Wait… Late for? Who had said that? He had no idea. He simply shrugged it off and picked up the clock that was on the table.

“JetSTREAM!! ” The voice shouted much louder this time.

“I’m on my way!” Whirl told the voice… But no he was Jetstream right? He shook the confusion off and reached to open the door. That is when he noticed the fingers.

“WHAT…?” Suddenly his fingers melted away leaving his claws behind.

The clock dropped to the ground shattering on impact. The impact caused an explosion that blew him out of the building. He tried to get up off the ground . Unfortunately when he next looked… He was not on the ground at all. He was laying on a table. He looked up but there was only a bright light that blinded him.

“Don’t worry … you are just going to recharge properly.” A voice told him. He could see a figure standing over him but could not figure out who it was .

“Ok he is out and prepared for procedure!”

“Thank you!”

“What? Who? Me? I’m not .. what are you talking about… Hey! ” He shouted at them… Only he had not. He tried to get up but could not move . That is when he heard the sound that made him scream. It was a drill pointed right at him.

“No..NO..please..no” he said but the words had not come out . It was to late.

“ AaaaAAAAAAAAAAH!”

And that’s when Whirl woke up. And sat up.

There was a loud bang against the wall.

“ HEY WHIRL!! SHUT UP Will ya we are trying to sleep here” The neighbor next door said after banging against the wall.

“ YOU SHUT UP!” He shouted back and just sat there unable to sleep …. Again.