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sumwan · 5 months
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Unfortunately, DSMP transcripts stopped transcribing lore streams after February 11, 2022. Their transcriptions have been an invaluable resource for many in the DSMP community. As for the remaining lore streams, I transcribed the parts of the streams that feature c!Dream and/or c!Punz. Any parts of the streams that did not feature either of those two characters have not been transcribed.
The links can be found below:
Dream encounters Tommy and Wilbur in Pandora's Vault
Dream visits Foolish at his summer home
Dream and Purpled get revenge on Quackity
Punz hears about Dream's death
Dream and Punz tell Tommy and Tubbo about their plans
Dream and Punz get confronted by Tommy in Pandora's Vault
Anyone can use these transcriptions however they want, it isn't really necessary to give explicit credit to me. I just hope they will be useful to people!
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youphoriaot7 · 6 months
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"guys...would you let me stay on your island for a while?"
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Missa: Thank you very much. The truth is that...I have nowhere to go. [I was] with someone, but I'm not sure if it's okay...to be at his place. [poor translation] He assured me that he[it?] is fine.
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afieldinengland · 2 months
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andrew rawnsley talks to peter mandelson at the labour party conference, 29/09/09 [link] [article]
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melikes-reads · 9 months
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I'm hearing things - Good Omens edition
Good Omens, Episode 2x05, min. 9.45
Nina asks Crowley about Aziraphale being his bit on the side.
Crowley protests:
- He's not my bit on the side.
At this point, when he continues, what I hear is:
- He's far too pure of heart to be anybody's bit on the side.
Except… Both the subtitles and the transcriptions I found online report this:
- I'm far too pure of heart to be anybody's bit on the side.
So, subtitles and transcriptions would have me think that Crowley is talking about himself as too pure of heart, but my ears disagree, making a strong case for Crowley talking of Aziraphale as too pure of heart. Which, you know. Makes perfect sense. Especially taking into account Crowley's tone of voice (righteous indignation instead of practiced sarcasm). Also the whole Aziraphale-being-an-angel thing. So.
Native English speakers of the Tumblr, please confirm?
Thank you,
a very tired ESL fellow person of the Tumblr
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tubbolul · 2 years
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(tubbo is running.
he is running down long, narrow corridors of cold stone, with snaking curves and sharp angles and flimsy, splintered wooden rafters split through one another, cutting across the ceiling. his dress shoes slam against the path, propelling him forward with wild, uncontrollable spurts of adrenaline. his breath is like a wild rhythm, pulsing and seizing in his throat with sharp, wheezy inhales. the cavernous path blurs and twists in front of his eyes, distorting in stretches of light and color. a cruel, booming laugh reverberates through the tunnels, paired by a lighter, yet darker toned mutter. the voices circulate nauseatingly in his ears, echoing, mocking, and tubbo is running. the tunnel distorts again, with a sickening swirl and snap, and dazzling white light explodes into tubbo's vision.
the roar of a crowd, hundreds or perhaps thousands pf people, splits his head like a meat cleaver. he blindly grips at a railing at his waist, desperately trying to gulp oxygen into his lungs. a figure swims in his vision, beyond the barricade, its arms cast wide, and another flits into vision in front of him, towering and hunched in on itself. the limbs on its torso lift. like a third arm, another appendage extends towards tubbo, a package of creamy white, crimson red, and gunpowder attached to its wooden body. the crowd is deafening. the next scene is one he knows: and the scripted words slip from his mouth like air, smoother than silk: "what the hell?"
explosions of light. white peppers of heat and color flying onto his cooking chest, shoulder, arm, chin, like buzzing flies to sticky trapping paper. there is screaming- his own, among others. then the expulsion: the grip of the waking world twisting its fingers into his hair and hurling him into his bedroom. next, a stuttering, choking gasp could follow, or an anguished cry unleashing from his throat, or on the worst nights, bile in his mouth threatening to spill. tubbo never knows quite how he'll wake up, but today, it goes like this:
his cheeks are slick with salt, and he is silent.)
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elfmoon3 · 5 months
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One Helluva Holiday part 1
(Meagan and her freaky friends decided to go to hell to help the HB cast to prepare for the holidays. She's teaching Striker how to bake sugar cookies.)
Me: And then we roll out the dough to make it even for the cutters. *Demonstrates as said*
Striker: *tries it too* So how do humans celebrate Christmas?
Me: The same way demons do. According to Miss Millie, Hell celebrates it so that sinners will be more comfortable.
Striker: Oh! I just thought it's because we were mocking Jesus or something.
Me: Well, before I got here, I had a talk with Princess Charlie. She said that even though her uncle J is part of Heaven, he'll still come down here to give sinners a chance to celebrate the holidays again. Like they did when they were alive. For a hell born, she's very sweet.
Striker: Heh, yeah, she's a sweetheart.
(They continued making cookies. Meanwhile, CBS helped Octavia and her parents with the tree.)
CBS: Oi know that you lot don't want to talk about it, but are you guys gonna be ok with this divorce thing?
Stella: Well, if we're going to have a divorce, I would rather have him alive for it.
Stolas: Especially since you decided to spare my life all of a sudden. Why did you keep me alive anyway?
Stella: Oh, trust me, I still want you dead. It's just that...I was worried about our daughter, I decided that as a mother that I don't want her to be upset. She already ran away from us once, and I don't want it to happen again.
Octavia: I'm still can't believe you'd almost killed dad just because he fucked an imp.
CBS: Yeah, most people would figure that you'd be ok with it since you don't really like your husband. OI mean if oi was to marry someone oi don't like, oi'll cheat on them in a heartbeat. *puts an ornament on the tree* Hey, since you guys are birds, can you fly at all?
Stolas: That's a good question.
(To be continued)
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rainoverthewindow · 9 months
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I will be putting up more transcriptions (possibly even all the rest of them I’ve found so far) tomorrow. Stay tuned for that.
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projectilecry · 1 year
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does anyone know of any podcasts that have like available/existent transcriptions because like. i love the idea of a podcast but i Cannot do just audio i Cannot Process that.
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swansstuff · 2 years
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Ok like two of you might be able to help me out but please does anyone know if there are good transcriptions of Red Dwarf from season 10 onwards? There’s a lovely site for the previous seasons but it hasn’t been updated since 1999! Surely they exist somewhere?
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hatfrogs-art · 2 years
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People who hire captioners for awful videos are so fucking funny.
"Excuse me no one can hear what this guy is saying, can you caption this?"
Me watching a video of a guy talking over an industrial belt sander: yeah sure dude
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afieldinengland · 2 months
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michael cockerell catches tony blair unaware during the filming of the alastair campbell documentary news from number ten (2000) [link]
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rollforfocus · 4 days
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Nee: So you look and you see like way in the back, you don’t see her face or anything, but you see a skinny, graying redhead completely passed out –
Artemis: [interrupting] Skinny green?
Codi and Nee: Graying
Artemis: Oh [laughs]
Codi: Graying redhead
[Nee laughs]
Artemis: [laughing] I heard ‘green redhead.’ I’m like ‘what?!’
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The joys of auditory processing disorder. I still heard "skinny green redhead" when I was transcribing lol
(from episode 10 which will be released on May 8!)
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tubbolul · 2 years
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[Click!]
( —suck it green boy!’ And man, you should’ve seen the look on Dream’s face, Michael, he was pissed. We had indepen-dance, and there was absolutely fuckall he could do about it.” Tubbo laughs, and there’s a brief shuffling of blankets as Michael cheers happily.
“And then you guys- you guys all lived happy ever and after?”
“Well, not entirely yet. There were some bad bits, first, but we’re all happy now.”
Michael giggles happily, sleepily, and there’s more fabric moving.
“Comfy, bud?”
“Yes!”
“Okay. Sleep tight!”
“Sleep tigh!”
Footsteps pad over carpeted floors, and a lightswitch clicks off. A door creaks closed. A deeper lilt joins the scene.
“He settled down alright? Everything’s fine?”
“Out like a light, Boo. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
“Just making sure. You ready for bed?”
“Mm, maybe. I’ve got some— oh, hold on. Is my stupid freaking— ugh! How do I always manage to click on my—“)
[Click!]
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voidandradiance · 2 years
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ANDOR: Ahem. I have heard that the greatest persuasion is nothing more than telling the truth, so I speak in the voice given me by my mother, Freya. I make no grand overtones or guttural whispers for dramatic effect. 
(MARKET VENDOR: More flavours! Come and drink away your sorrows!)
ANDOR: I am only Andor. My voice trembles.
(MARKET VENDOR: More flavours! Come and drink away your sorrows!)
ANDOR: I have come to ask my father a question. Will you listen? Father, I know you're listening too.
LIEUTENANT AL: Prince Andor!
ANDOR: Haven't you noticed? Do these wings look like the product of some frivolous magic? Whom do you suppose the statue at the bridge represents? Not Mianite. I am an acolyte of the wounded goddess; I always have been. We worship Ianite.
LIEUTENANT AL: I have found evidence of a rebellion against Mianite! And I will have to arrest you, Prince, for leading this rebellion!
[With each syllable from Andor's lips grows a surrounding gust of wind, which halts the Lieutenant's advance, despite his best efforts to subdue the awakening acolyte.]
KING HELGRIND, now named APOSTLE HELGRIND: ANDOR!!!
ANDOR: While you have governed this port city and allocated its resources to the glorification of your "one true god," I-
APOSTLE HELGRIND, interrupting: You no longer have a place in this town! During my time away, the truth of the one true god has only become clearer.
ANDOR, speaking louder: I have been chiseling Ianite's likeness into your stones and penning her mantras into your paper. Her teachings have been with me all these years, guiding me towards a day of peace and unity-
LIEUTENANT AL: You will never…!
ANDOR, now shouting: -while you have winced at the thought of our hope and stooped over the corpses of the lost.
APOSTLE HELGRIND: Lieutenant, seize Andor and take him to our Lord.
ANDOR: If you had but journeyed with me! I am at the threshold. Soon, Ianite will rise! And my mother and sister's spirits will rise with her.
APOSTLE HELGRIND: Lieutenant!
LIEUTENANT AL: I- AM- TRYING!
ANDOR: I hear your voice, father. I hear your anger. 
APOSTLE HELGRIND: ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE.
ANDOR: Do what you will with me. But first, know this. If your god is just and blameless, with flawless integrity, then fear not. Your battle is already won. But if there is the smallest fracture in Mianite's armor… then the crevice will widen. The shell will corrode. And Mianite's sins and yours will seep through. All the false glory you have built will be wiped in preparation for this world's restoration and rebirth. I do not know why you begrudge Ianite, for our family's death, nor why you hide your wounds, father. But I do know that healing is available to you. It is the greatest gift anyone can receive, greater than a shield, greater than a sword. 
LIEUTENANT AL: Andor!
ANDOR: Greater than your perfect, made-up world. If it is your wish, see this to its end. Do everything in your power to create the world you so crave. I cannot stay your hand. I raise no sword. I wear no armor. I have only this boomerang, given by a true friend. You could stop this. We could go to the docks, and throw it, just like old times with Mom. We could. I invite you.
[ANDOR collapses from exhaustion. The protecting wind subsides, and he is immediately seized by LIEUTENANT AL.]
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rodrigogranda333 · 3 months
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─ideologies of the time
A Critical Exploration to aproximate: "The Inequality of Human Races", "The Moral and Intellectual Diversity of Races" by Arthur de Gobineau; and "Sapiens: A Brief History of" Humankind by Yuval Noah Harari"
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