#light sodes

[evann-5]

You know how in the new incorrect sander sides quotes how they all where playing different cards? Me and my friend made it a true game-

Welcome the game

WHAT GAME ARE WE PLAYING?!?...the game

Materials

Deck of uno

Deck of playing cards

20 pokemon cards

Cards against humanity (amount depends on people playing ex 30 white 15 black for roughly 2-4 people) //or play with apple vs apples and let your 6 year old have a early crisis//

White board

Folders for however many players you have

Points

Cards against humanity- 10 points

Uno- number cards 5 points- weird cards- 6 points

Pokemon- Names a-h- 7 points- i-q 8 points- r-z 9 points

Playing cards- multiplier cards- hearts 1- club 2- diamond 3- spade 4. Even cards 7 points odd 8 points face cards plus aces 9 points

Set Up

Each player will have a folder covering their cards

All are dealt out like war, all cards should be given

Playing cards and black cards against humanity are in two separate piles a pile face down in front of you

Pokemon, white cards against humanity and uno cards are in your hand

One uno card is to be placed in the middle

One designated player will keep track of uno color and score on the white board

Ending the Game

The game will end when someone has run out of cards

The winner is the player with the most points

Game Play

At the beginning of the game, everyone will silently decide what kind of card they would like to put down. You will put the card down face up behind your folder and on three you will lift the folder.

Only put down an uno card if it can be played off of the uno card that is in the middle. You can also put down a white cards against humanity card. The number will be determined by the number of vowels on the card(one vowel the number is 1 and can be played on a 1 but the color DOES NOT changes ). If it is above 15 then it is a wild and color changer. Number 9-14 is a 9. Wild cards just work as color changers. But colored pluses add the points reverse cards are worth 50 points but you gain no points if any other uno cards are played.

Playing cards and pokemon are played as war. The winner is based on the first letter of the pokemon or whether the playing card is odd, even or a character card. If the playing card wins, the points are multiplied by the numbers tied to the symbol. If both play a playing card, the winner gets the points of the winning points subtracted by the losing points. If you tie, then you will play a round of cards against humanity with the point kept as a judge or whoever has the most siblings, using the last white card played.

Rules

If you forget the color of the uno game and you put down the wrong color, you get subtracted 10 points times the number of your card, or times 10 if it is a colored wild

No changing cards after you put it down

No hitting

Old cards go next to the uno pile

In uno if more then one players have put a uno card down after lifting the folder who ever is first to place their card down gets to if the other person(s) card(s) cant be played they get the same punishment as if they forgot the color (times ten of the number)

If a card against humanity card is played they get authority over the uno cards and get to place their card first.

No asking judge /person holding points on white board/ for point checks

Edit: at the end when tou run out if cards you have to yell "what game are we playing?!?" If failed to do so you switch points with whoever as the lowest amout

[softgaycontent]

feeling light sensitive and daydreaming of welding goggles

[hoots-the-owl]

I got my renter refund check today and ya girl finally got a new mattress thank the fucking LORD

[adinelleggreeo]

Naw I liked the wrong thing and now my dash is effed!

I don't even know what I touched!

[scorchingskys]

It's two am and I'm not staying my room tonight so why the fuck do I keep hearing a dripping noise.

[saviortrope]

TAG DUMP.

[applebunch]

ouughhh that phil and louisa scene...... needa lie down.

[saintbleeding]

[ID: Digital art of Gwen Bouchard and Mr Bonzo from The Magnus Protocol. Gwen is a slender Black woman with chin length textured hair worn half-up, half-down. She wears a collared shirt under a jumper with the sleeves rolled up, a leather messenger bag over her shoulder. She holds out an unmarked envelope to Mr Bonzo with a look of abject terror on her face. Mr Bonzo is a very tall decaying mascot creature, mostly a dirty yellow with large purplish pustules across his body. His nose has rotted away to reveal a dripping nasal cavity underneath, his eyes are bloodshot and lidless with eerie glowing red pupils, and his smile is wet with black, ichorous drool. There is a bright yellow light illuminating him from behind, but hardly any of it reaches Gwen in his shadow. Superimposed over the image and scrawled on the wall behind them are the words “Mr Bonzo’s on his way/He’s here to stay, he wants to play” repeatedly. End ID.]

i was already working on this before this week’s eppy sode but afterwards i found i had contracted the bonzbonic plague and here we are

[ao3cassandraic]

Kayfabe: A Good Omens meta

"Kayfabe," in wrestling, is the performance (including outside the wrestling ring) of whatever storyline is being woven around the wrestlers. Breaking kayfabe is Serious Business for a wrestler; the illusion is part of the event. If you ever wondered how John Cena could anchor an entire HBO miniseries brilliantly, kayfabe is a big part of the answer.

Because of their histories and how their respective Head Offices treat them, Crowley and Aziraphale approach their version of kayfabe -- their whole "I am an angel! You are a demon! We're hereditary enemies!" schtick, also their "we are good bad proper little footsoldiers, honest, Boss" schtick to their respective Head Offices -- very, very differently.

I promise there's a point to this. I PROMISE. But let me walk through it first.

Both of them know that one awkward question to Upstairs at the wrong moment and its Fallsville. Crowley, however, knows a couple of things that Aziraphale doesn't have to:

Punishment isn't just once; in some ways, the Fall is never over. Beelzebub or Hastur can throw you in the Dung Pits whenever, after all, or feed you to a Hellhound, or zap you like an Eric. Crowley's lot do not send rude notes. (s2: we do not know what happened to Crowley after Hell dragged him back at the end of the Resurrectionists 'sode, but I think it safe to say it was not great for Crowley. Litotes: your key to quality meta.)

Downstairs can and does check in -- or drag Crowley Downstairs for a chat and possibly a bit of idle torture -- whenever they feel like it. Downstairs seems pretty disorganized, especially its leadership, so I'd expect ad-hoc surprise inspections from them. Downstairs can invade Crowley's flat's TV, his Bentley's radio, and his very mind to perform those inspections. Crowley is never, ever safe from this. He can't relax. Ever.

Heaven, on the other hand, has 37 levels of scriveners and zero interest in Earth. Talk of "reprimands" and "miracle budgets" and Michael being a stickler and whatnot suggests a formal review process happening on a schedule, governed largely by the dreaded (but quite possibly fake-able or spinnable) "paperwork" rather than direct observation by Aziraphale's peers or superiors. Otherwise, Aziraphale is usually left to his own devices. Remember how startled he is when Gabriel shows up at the sushi restaurant in s1? This is unusual!

(We also know from Muriel that Heaven's records office doesn't seem to get consulted a whole lot. It's possible this just means that first-through-thirty-sixth-level scriveners handle everything, but in my experience of large bureaucracies, it's the folks at the bottom of the hierarchy who invariably get run off their feet first. Don't see why Heaven would be any different.)

Moreover, Heaven's punishments seem pretty light, on the whole? Our angel is so anxious and so sensitive to slights that I'm sure the reprimands aren't fun, and nobody likes a reduced miracle budget... but Heavenly "needs improvement" reviews don't seem to be a patch on the Dung Pits. The real threat is Falling, which is more than horrible enough to serve as deterrent; Heaven doesn't need to add torments.

Moreover moreover, Aziraphale is mostly aligned with his Head Office in a way that Crowley really, really isn't. I'm sure Aziraphale does a lot of his Heaven assignments with a song in his heart and a skip in his step -- it's mostly not smiting or the like. Crowley... probably spends a lot of his work time figuring out how to obey the letter of Hellish law while defying its spirit. Crowley's in far more danger of angering his bosses.

So Aziraphale doesn't have to keep up kayfabe a lot of the time, not even while interacting with Crowley. He can and does save it for the rare occasions Heaven takes a personal interest. Crowley, however, must keep up kayfabe always, whether Aziraphale's there or not. The courage it must have taken that snake to slither up the wall of Eden!

The way Crowley navigates his permanent need for kayfabe is twofold. First, his all but instinctive refusal to accept any positive word or compliment about himself or his actions from anyone ever -- "I'M NOT NICE!" If Hell were ever to hear someone characterizing Crowley that way... That's also why Crowley is a bit less exercised when Jimbriel calls him nice: "nobody'll ever believe you."

Second, a species of Orwellian doublethink: maintaining a running commentary in his head of how he's going to justify any unHellish actions to Hell, since he can never know exactly when he'll have to or what exactly they'll have a bug up their butt (sorry, Beez) about. Even high as a kite on laudanum in the Edinburgh cemetery, Crowley can explain his current justification (in a curiously sober voice -- is Crowley ever really high in that scene? or is it all kayfabe? I lean toward kayfabe) to Aziraphale, "Not kind! Off my head on laudanum, not responsible for my actions."

We can see the kayfabe mismatch play out a few times, and it does appear that Aziraphale gets more concerned for Crowley's safety and more aware of Crowley's need for kayfabe post-Arrangement. That doesn't mean he always remembers, of course -- he wouldn't, he just doesn't have that same desperate need. And, of course, the ineffable walnuts do not communicate, as s2 went to some lengths to point out. I do think kayfabe is part of that -- it's hard for Crowley to be sincere when he's constantly doublethinking, and Aziraphale's off-and-on involvement with kayfabe (and all his other tendencies toward lying) disincline him to achieve or even learn about honest communication.

One s1 scene I went back and rewatched while thinking about this was the Globe scene, which contains Aziraphale's Saint-Peter-esque three-time denial of Crowley. I find it easy now to read that as Aziraphale going "oh crap do I need to drop back into kayfabe now? I didn't break kayfabe, did I?" and Crowley grinning, at least partly as reassurance. (Partly, of course, because Aziraphale is cute and funny even when kayfabing -- and partly because Aziraphale's sudden drop into kayfabe is Aziraphale trying to protect Crowley, of course Crowley's pleased by that.)

The wall pin, now that I think about it, also gains a little nuance from this. Crowley's fear-laced ire is genuine, but how many times must Aziraphale have heard Crowley snarl at him not to break kayfabe in this way? No surprise he's a little unimpressed. (With Crowley's demand. He's clearly very impressed by Crowley.)

In the s2 Job minisode, Aziraphale hilariously drops kayfabe (and that epic whole-body halo, loved that, great job FX folks) almost immediately. Crowley allows it, because Crowley is on firm ground -- Hell will be just fine with Crowley wrapping the angel in a Chuck-Jones-cartoon amount of scroll parchment and flipping him off.

When angel and demon collude on the con later, of course, they observe kayfabe, improv-style -- Crowley helps Aziraphale deal with the Job's-children situation without giving either of them away to the watching angel posse. Interestingly, it's Aziraphale who de-gecko-izes the kids. That gives Crowley an out, sort of: "look, the mansion collapse missed them because they were in the cellar, I turned them into geckos, totally Hellish thing to do, they'd never survive in the wild, but then this bloody interfering angel went and changed them back!"

And how does Crowley console a distraught angel who thinks he's about to be dragged to Hell? Crowley explains kayfabe in the fewest and clearest words possible. "Well, yeah, you did, but... I'm not going to tell anybody. Are you?"

So yeah. That's kayfabe for the Ineffable Walnuts.

But I promised there was a point to this, didn't I? Yes, I have a point.

My point is...

my POINT is...

my point IS...

(not dolphins, not this time)

My point is, how much of s2's Final Fifteen Minutes is kayfabe?

That's my point.

[tanuki-kimono]

Irezumi kei (tattoo penalty) as depicted in the [徳鄰厳秘録 - Tokuringenbiroku], a kind of penalty instruction book compiled in 1814, digitalized by the National Archives of Japan.

CW for this post about Edo period judiciary => mentions of physical punishment, torture, death penalty (text only, no details, no graphic illustrations) . The irezumikei pages above are p.19 to 25.

I won't reproduced the illustrations here, but the Tokuringenbiroku book also presents other Edo period "punishments" and death penalties, like different types of goumon (torture), gokumon (decapitation and exposure of the head to public view), kakei (stake), haritsuke (crucifixion), or tameshigiri (sword cut testing, here on executed convict corpse). Please proceed to the full book according to your sensibilities!

Back to irezumi kei : the markings of character Akaza (from Kimetsu no Yaiba/Demon's Slayer) are directly inspired by those, same for Mugen in Samurai Champloo for example:

After Tokugawa Yoshimune's reforms abolished bloodier punishments (nose or ear cutting) for lesser crimes (like theft, gambling or fraud), irezumikei spread, inspired by Chinese bokkei practices.

Yet, zainin (lawbreakers) were also often beaten or whipped (tataki), which could be a "light" sentence or more far extreme one. Women tended to be imprisoned instead.

Punishment tattoos also often went alongside tokorobarai (banishment), which had several levels depending on the crime. You could be banished to a remote island, just away from your city, or forbidden to enter a certain perimeter.

Exile is why different areas had different marks, placed on the arms or faces, easily identifying the person as a criminal convicted in another region.

Number of lines or dots were often used to symbolize repeated offences (pic below source). Most of the times, getting 3+ irezumikei could grant you death penalty.

Irezumikei maybe be why criminals came to use extravagant tattoos, as to cover their infamous marks, leading to the yakuza association with body ink.

Yet, other strata of population also favored figurative tattoos, so the link between criminals and tattoing in Edo period is not self-evident.

Some shapes of -sode (sleeve part of a tattoo) for example left arm interior bare, maybe to prove then that no armband tattoo was hidden underneath a bigger design.

[jujumin-translates]

Lyrics | Aisubeki Bungo - Lovable Literary Master (Kanji/Romaji/English)

I've had this done for a while now but decided to go back and make some edits to it today and figured why not post it. TL'ing lyrics isn't my strong suit, so please do let me know if there are any errors or anything!

Kanji

鶴松 & 知久

着物に袖を通し

キツく帯を締め上げる

背筋が伸びる感覚

小さな世界の習慣

鶴松

古きを知って

ロマンを語る

丁寧な暮らしの中に

人間の正しさを夢見てた

知久

時に光は屈折し

鶴松

言葉は迷子　彷徨う情緒

知久

でも成し遂げられない

はずはない

鶴松

書き綴った己の答えは

鶴松 & 知久

文学の世界にある

生まれながらに

手にしてきたもの

指先から

筆先に伝う

一筋の光　気持ちを

走らせ　言葉が踊る

故きを温ねて

新しきを知る

以って師と為る可し

文学に生きて

生かされている

愛すべき文豪

鶴松

夢路に袖を通し

知久

焦がれた世界に

身を置けば

鶴松

背筋が凍る感覚

期待という鬼が

見つめていた

知久

時に光は屈折し

鶴松

なぞらう文章

遺伝子の暴挙

知久

でも成し遂げられない

はずはない

鶴松

愛を知った己の答えは

鶴松 & 知久

文学の世界にある

ただ生きるという

学びの中で

見つけたのは

認め合う覚悟

誰かの言葉に耳を

傾けて己に語りかける

故きを温ねて

新しきを知る

以って師と為る可し

文学に生きて

生かされている

愛すべき文豪

鶴松 & 知久

信念と拘り

(信念と拘り)

苦しさと希望

(苦しさと希望)

光と影

(光と影)

言葉と言葉

(言葉)

鶴松

書き綴った全ての答えは

鶴松 & 知久

文学の世界にある

生まれながらに

手にしてきたもの

指先から

筆先に伝う

一筋の光　気持ちを

走らせ　言葉が踊る

故きを温ねて新しきを知る

以って師と為る可し

文学に生きて

生かされている

愛すべき文豪

愛すべき文豪

Romaji

Tsurumatsu & Tomohisa

Kimono ni sode o tooshi

Kitsuku obi o shimeageru

Sesuji ga nobiru kankaku

Chiisa na sekai no shuukan

Tsurumatsu

Furuki o shitte

ROMAN o kataru

Teinei na kurashi no naka ni

Ningen no tadashisa o yume miteta 

Tomohisa

Toki ni hikari wa kussetsu shi

Tsurumatsu

Kotoba wa maigo, samayou joucho

Tomohisa

Demo nashitogerarenai

Hazu wa nai

Tsurumatsu

Kakitsuzutta onore no kotae wa

Tsurumatsu & Tomohisa

Bungaku no sekai ni aru

Umare nagara ni

Te ni shite kita mono

Yubisaki kara

Fudesaki ni tsutau

Hitosuji no hikari, kimochi o

Hashirase, kotoba ga odoru

Furuki o tazunete

Atarashiki o shiru

Motteshi to narubeshi

Bungaku ni ikite

Ikasareteiru

Aisubeki bungou

Tsurumatsu

Yumeji ni sode o tooshi

Tomohisa

Kogareta sekai ni

Mi o tokeba

Tsurumatsu

Sesuji ga kooru kankaku

Kitai toiu oni ga

Mitsumeteita

Tomohisa

Toki ni hikari wa kussetsu shi

Tsurumatsu

Nazorau bunshou

Idenshi no boukyo

Tomohisa

Demo nashitogerarenai

Hazu wa nai

Tsurumatsu

Ai o shitte onore no kotae wa

Tsurumatsu & Tomohisa

Bungaku no sekai ni aru

Tada ikiru toiu

Manabi no naka de

Mitsuketa no wa

Mitome au kakugo

Dareka no kotoba ni mimi o

Katamukete, onore ni katarikakeru

Furuki o tazunete

Atarashiki o shiru

Motteshi to narubeshi

Bungaku ni ikite

Ikasereteiru

Aisubeki bungou

Tsurumatsu & Tomohisa

Shinnen to kodawari

(Shinnen to kodawari)

Kurushisa to kibou

(Kurushisa to kibou)

Hikari to kage

(Hikari to kage)

Kotoba to kotoba

(Kotoba)

Tsurumatsu

Kakitsuzutta subete no kotae wa

Tsurumatsu & Tomohisa

Bungaku no sekai ni aru

Umare nagara ni

Te ni shite kita mono

Yubisaki kara

Fudesaki ni tsutau

Hitosuji no hikari, kimochi o

Hashirase kotoba ga odoru

Furuki o tazunete

Atarashiki o shiru

Motteshi to narubeshi

Bungaku ni ikite

Ikasareteiru

Aisubeki bungou

Aisubeki bungou

English

Tsurumatsu & Tomohisa

I slide into the sleeves of my kimono

And fasten the obi tightly

I feel my back straighten

It’s a custom in this small world

Tsurumatsu

I speak romantically of the past

In my careful life I’ve seen humanity’s truth within my dreams

Tomohisa

On occasions, the light refracts

Tsurumatsu

Words lost, emotions wandering

Tomohisa

But it can’t be left unfinished

Tsurumatsu

The answers that I’ve chronicled myself

Tsurumatsu & Tomohisa

Can be found in the world of literature

It’s something that I naturally possess

From my fingertips to the tip of my brush

A single ray of light flows, letting the words dance

As my feelings run free

Acquire new knowledge whilst thinking over the old

And you may become a teacher of others (1)

I live and breathe literature

Lovable literary master

Tsurumatsu

Enveloped in a state of dreaming

Tomohisa

If I put myself into the world I’ve longed for

Tsurumatsu

A chill runs down my spine

The demon of expectation was staring at me

Tomohisa

On occasions, the light refracts

Tsurumatsu

Imitating writing styles, genetic recklessness

Tomohisa

But it can’t be left unfinished

Tsurumatsu

My own answer to the question of love

Tsurumatsu & Tomohisa

Can be found in the world of literature

In learning to just live

What we found was a readiness to admit

Listen to the words of someone else

And recite them to yourself

Acquire new knowledge whilst thinking over the old

And you may become a teacher of others

I live and breath literature

Lovable literary master

Tsurumatsu & Tomohisa

Beliefs and obsessions

(Beliefs and obsessions)

Suffering and hope

(Suffering and hope)

Light and shadows

(Light and shadows)

Words and words

(Words)

Tsurumatsu

All the answers that I’ve chronicled myself

Tsurumatsu & Tomohisa

Can be found in the world of literature

It’s something that I naturally possess

From my fingertips to the tip of my brush

A single ray of light flows, letting the words dance

As my feelings run free

Acquire new knowledge whilst thinking over the old

And you may become a teacher of others

I live and breathe literature

Lovable literary master

Lovable literary master

• • •

T/N:

(1) “故きを温ねて新しきを知る、以って師と為る可し”/“Acquire new knowledge whilst thinking over the old, and you may become a teacher of others” is a quote from the Analects of Confucius.

[okayto]

Mini-Review: The Vampire Dies in No Time

"Invincible" vampire Draluc is...incredibly vincible, actually, turning into a pile of dust at the slightest provocation; he just revives almost immediately. When vampire hunter Ronaldo blows up Draluc's castle, the vampire decides to move in with the hunter, become a partner and metaphorically-popcorn-munching observer of all the weirdos, both human and vampire, who lurk in Shin-Yokohama.

This is another one of those shows that got me because I thought I wouldn't care about it, and then ended up enjoying myself. I came across this on Crunchyroll's 24/7 live Roku channel, looking for something to put on in the background while I did chores, and it's a good, effective show for that purpose! It came on frequently and hit that sweet spot of "entertaining to watch" and "I don't need to pay attention the whole time" that I want for background shows; eventually I realized I was enjoying it enough that I went and watched the whole series, both seasons, as my after-work dinner accompaniment.

Now, the entire reason I thought I wouldn't care? The title bugs me. I can't say that it's wrong, because Draluc sure does die in no time. (Witness:)

But there's something about the title that doesn't sound like natural English for the subject: Draluc dies all the time for virtually no reason (or every reason). It doesn't actually affect enjoyment of the show, and anyone on the English localization side of things didn't have a choice because "The Vampire Dies in No Time" is there, on screen, in English, every episode in the original Japanese version, which makes me assume it was a decision made more by people in Japan. But I wonder what localizers would've come up with to convey the same thing if they'd been given the opportunity.

Because I initially watched whatever episodes were on TV, I didn't start at the beginning, and that would be my recommendation: starting with an episode that's not the first. The first episode sets things up, true, but it's nothing you can't figure out within two minutes of the second's beginning, and because it's invested in setting everything up, it's one of the weaker episodes.

Instead, start with the second episode. Literally all you need to know is 1) Ronaldo is a vampire hunter who 2) lives with Draluc, a vampire [so clearly all vampires aren't bad] because 3) he kinda caused Draluc's castle to explode. And 4) Draluc dies a lot.

(You can watch the first episode later, like a flashback, after you've actually had a chance to decide if you like it. Because seriously, the first episode felt like it was dragging so much.)

Anyway.

It's funny, and each episode is comprised of a couple mini-sodes following a character as something happens. That might be Ronaldo having to hunt or take in a vampire, or it could be a coworker in the vampire hunter guild, or it could be John the armadillo going on a donut run, or it could be Draluc's family reunion.

It doesn't take itself seriously at all.

It's worth noting that much of the humor is going to be borderline-appropriate depending on your situation; this definitely isn't something I'd feel comfortable watching at work, for instance. Nudity and light sexuality are common topics—one vampire foe, Nudenium, is just a guy with a bunch of flowers for a groin and his bite will similarly turn people nude with flowers, because...he wants to spread groin-flowers, I guess? When he's not doing that he's pretty reasonable and friendly, as later episodes show; Micro Bikini's bite will turn people into a hypnotized horde of micro-bikini-wearers; Mr. Lewd Talk is self-explanatory. (Not all vampires are sexual, but these three show up with some frequency, to the point where they are legit secondary characters who contribute to the plot in various ways.)

(Also, it becomes clear as the series progresses that many of the vampires are just, for lack of a better term, dicking around. Sure, some want world domination. Some just want to spread weird flower-children-with-legs throughout parks. Some could be normal people except they just really, really prefer to dedicate their lives to playing strip rock-paper-scissors.)

What I enjoyed about it is how it balances humor with entertaining character stories. Nothing is going to get really deep, but you do get to know characters, and the same secondary and tertiary characters—both the good and theoretically-antagonist— come up again and again. Some of the vampires are related to each other! Some of the hunters are related to each other, or have been friends for years. Ronaldo went to high school with one of the police's vampire division guys, who's mad because his mom likes Ronaldo's blog-turned-bestseller-book about vampire hunting.

Draluc and Ronaldo make a fun pairing in an odd couple-type way. Draluc is, to Ronaldo's chagrin, a good roommate: an excellent cook, pretty clean, generally handles social situations well. Doesn't have (or need) a job, so he's available to follow along and help with vampire hunting situations (although probably a solid 50% of that is him following out of curiosity and boredom). The two are emotionally around the same level (young adults functional enough to live independently but childish enough to try and settle an argument with a dance-off).

I would also be remiss if I didn't mention Draluc's familiar, an armadillo named John. We all love John, in-universe and out. He's sweet. He can DJ. He has a fan club. He has a backstory. He is a cinnamon roll.

Verdict

English dub? Yes, only the first season (there are two seasons). It's very good matching the cadence and character of the original, and I really missed it when I watched the second season. Dub Draluc is given a stereotypical "vampire" accent and sounds pretty smooth and put-together, which goes with his high-class family background, which is context I can't get from his Japanese voice.

Visuals: Modern and fine. Nothing stood out to me, but neither did I find myself thinking about any problems.

Worth watching? Yes. It's a solid, consistently-funny comedy, pick it up if you're looking for a laugh. Don't be scared off by the often low-brow humor I mentioned; it tries to walk a fine line between jokes and going too far, and I think it generally succeeds, so it's worth at least trying. It helps that the episodes move at a brisk, but not breakneck, pace, meaning jokes usually don't overstay their welcome.

Where to watch (August 2024): Crunchyroll (sub and available dub), episodes buyable in Amazon Prime and Apple TV; first season on Blu-ray

Click my “reviews” tag below or search “mini review” on my blog to find more!

[thearoaceshark]

More hesdcanons about transfem Leo!

– Before her eyeliners were very simple, just a small line, but after meeting Karai that changed. At first she stayed up late watching tutorials to make more striking eyeliners and surprise her, but when Karai began to be with them more she helped her improve, and taught her how to make eye shadows.

– When Pride comes around she and Mikey turn on a speaker and listen to “Born this Way” every day. It can be heard throughout the laird.

– She likes fresh orange juice.

– Fugitoid gave her a makeup set from a foreign planet because he noticed that some makeup from Earth made her eyes burn. They were certainly better than those on Earth.

– At first when she started using makeup she did very simple things, just small eyeliners and occasionally light-colored eyeshadow. When she met Karai she started experimenting more, she started making bigger eyeliners and using other eye shadows. In the space arc with the makeup set that Fugitoid gave her she learned to put on face gems. When she met Shinigami and she and Karai gave her the black suit she taught her how to do gothic and emo makeup. And now that she is an adult her makeup is pretty good and she does her makeup like a diva.

– Mr O'Neil started giving the turtles therapy and he discovered that she had psychosis. He began to treat her as best he could and for a while they kept it a secret from her siblings, until her partner discovered it and helped her tell them.

– Sunflowers are her favorite flower.

– When Mikey is a girl she always asks her to make an ayeliner on her. Her little sibling loves it when she gives her very extravagant eyeliner and puts face gems on it.

– She would love to be able to wear earrings and rings (no ring fits the fingers of mutant turtles).

– She doesn't know how to draw, she knew how to sing very well, but after the incident with her throat she stopped doing it so often (she only sings occasionally or to practice her voice).

– When she was little she made lots of turtles with her brothers, but over time they learned to sleep alone and lost the habit. After her father's death they resumed that habit, making piles at bedtime or when it was cold.

– When it's cold and her siblings aren't around her, she likes to snuggle up in a giant faux fur coat.

– She and her brothers (especially Donnie) know how to repair many things, that's how they have survived until now. They found her coat in the sewer and washed and cooked it.

– Her brothers threw her a 16th birthday party when she was 18, it was so that this time she would wear a dress and a furi-sode kimono.

– When they were little she and Mikey watched The Powerpuff Girls together.

– Her counterpart from 87 asked her to teach him how to do eyeliner so he can slay like her.

– She and her brothers watch SiMon Queen Race (their version of RauPaul Drag Race).

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A Sires Bond Chapter 2

Masterlist

Summary: The dark sire isnt one to waste time, when he makes a deal he intends to fullfill his end immediately.

Warnings : Smut! A/B/O, Adult themes, Werewolves/shifters au, Dark magic,Fluff?, Angst, swearing

A/N: so here is the second part, i promise im trying to keep writing but my hard work for my shop has paid off and im currently getting orders in for custom dolls/animals. Its good news but my dolls are time consuming to make 🥲 16-20 hours each if im lucky hence i havent had much spare time to write and update things.

You both gasped at the first touch. The cracked barrier felt like thickened air as your palm passed through it, his warm skin burning against yours. He didn't hesitate as you did. His fingers slotted between yours and he held you firmly. A strange pulsing came from the barrier. Intermittent thrumming echoing through the air soundlessly. Your hair flicked, jumping with the movment.

Just when you thought nothing more would happen you saw it. Magic. It seemed to creep below you skin. Your veins glowed, a strange dark light emitting from them. Along with it came a strange feeling. Something between pins and needles and feather light touches gliding across your skin. You looked to him seeing his eyes alight with orange golden fire.

A quick sense of panic flared inside of you as the magic crawled up your arm. Reaching ever closer to your body. But you refused to deny this. You will not become a victim of someone elses decision. Just as the tingling hit your chest you relaxed. The ever constant pain of your loss ebbed away, as if it was being chased by him.

Once reaching your chest there seemed to be one quick flicker of light. Your entire body shuddered, trembled with the same odd feeling. And then it stopped. Every trace of magic dispersed and he suddenly lurched forward. Eagerly passing through the barrier as if remaining on the other sode was the worst fate imaginable.

You squeeked as he was suddenly upon you. Falling forward jn his eagerness, landing over you. Yet his reflexes kicked in and a huge hand captured the back of your head. He grunted heavily as his knuckles took the weight of your fall. But quickly bit off the pained grunt and hummed down at you seductively. Eyes taking in your wide eyes, red cheeks and full lips parted in shock as you yelped. An adorable high pitch sound that he had no doubt he could draw from you again. Next time it would be breathy and sweeter. A cry of unexpected passion as he claimed you. He was sure of it.

"So cute~ i could just eat you up" he mused with a smirk. Enjoying the way your cheeks glowed. He was sure you were a fair maiden. Untouched. He could not wait to sink his fangs into you. Nip and kiss his way across your supple flesh, tainting and awakening you all at once. Before gifting you what you craved, letting you take hold of him and create a new life.

He almost felt sorry for his new naive female. He would grow to love you, of that he was most certain. But he was under no false pretenses. For the moment you were both each others means to an end.

You will use him for pups,family and security. Even use him for your own passive revenge on those who wronged you by proving them to be the fools they are, making them regret casting you aside when you could bare more then one pup.

But he was useing you. Not only to escape his prison, but also to sire a new generation of perfected wolves. His hope was that his pups would gain notoriety and draw others to them. To become the male to have sired a renownd pack alphas. That his lineage will rule over these inferior wolves. Ultimatly proving that devious bitch goddess she was wrong to forsake him. That he can and will create something better, something lasting. His children will be the fiercest of all and will rule the entire race he helped create. He had a millenia of meddling to catch up on.

And he also wanted to prove that he could love another? He wants to show the gods that he can be worthy. That he would be a perfect mate! He wanted to show luna what she had missed out on. He hated thinking that luna belived he was pining for her. He was not. He despised her. Any affection he had left for her had died when she threatened to harm their unborn.

"Eat me?! But you... you promised? Please dont hurt me" you cried panicked once more. And tried to shuffle from beneath him in fright. He chuckled blinking slowly, before scratchingmyour scalp gently with the hand that cradled your crown. You relaxed slightly into the gentle touch, unable to deny the pleasurable feeling on your head being for lack ofa better word petted.

"Hush morsel. I would not devour you in a beastly sense of blood and sacrifice. I have bonded you already. My magic has krept inside of you, has seeped into your very being and tied us together." He purred out in delight, eyes flashing their godly orange before dimming to the blue you were comingnto love already. At the mention of magic you shivered, you could still feel it. Working its way deep into your very being, soaking you through with a delirious sense of want and need.

He hummed at you raising a perfect brow as you shuddered once more laying in the cool wwater did nothing to help you as your heat began to drift into your blood once more. He smirked as he caught the scent of a needy omega again. The flames of desire were quickly igniting as his spell reawakend you.

"Though i may feast on you when the mood strikes, i will never harm such a delicate mate. You are to be treasured, you are my light. My freedom and my future" he teased pressing forward ghosting your mouth with his, sinful lips kissin your as he spoke the heated words. You whined up at him pressing your thighs together as the liquid fire in your veins pooled in your loins. This was different to before, your desire was incomprehensible. Though it may have been dampened because of mikhail's swift refusal.

"Shh shh your fine, omega. Your perfectly safe with me. My sweet ripe little pup~ i have you. Its dofferent isnt it?" He breathed out senseig you slight panic. Many omega's were frigtened on their first true experience of heat. It was unpleasant to be tormented with such frenzied arousal you could bearly speak.

Your eyes watered and your hands gripped him tight, tiny fingers clutching mercilessly at his robes. You were confused and frightened.

"Oh i know child, its difficult hm? This is what your supposed to feel, this is a true mating bond my sweet;fuck you are soo sweet! Like honeyed ambrosia!" He grunted out through clenched teeth as the scent of his new found mate washed over him. He couldnt wait to defile you. He shifted holding himself over you before dragging you to him.

You could do little more then moan as he finally kissed you, his lips pressed hard against yours teasing your own. You somehow found a rhythm and fell into a delicious needy kiss. He licked and nipped along your bottom lip. He pulled the swelling flesh into his mouth, biting lightly before suckling at it like a pup on a breast. You panted mewling following his mouth trying to entice him to deepenthe kiss once more, al, the while arching your hips in uncontrollable movements. Your center seeking him out.

He shifted once more, rewarding your attempts with a single thick thigh. You moaned into his mouth as you found the hard muscle and began grinding onto it, whining and moaning for him aloud with little care. Your insides tensed, your walls pulsing with a need unlike any other youd felt. This was what mating really was? The undeniable hunger for your mate. Your body willingly tearing itself apart just so he would fulfill your needs. You quivered as you began to saturate your leggings.

Your hips jolted against him as he tensed his leg, and you sped up, rocking back and forth tending to your own need. Stoking your own fire useing him like a tool, as if his only purpose for being was to satisfy your own pleasure.

He grunted when you arched higher, brushing against his own need and released your mouth with a wet pop grinning down at you.

"I am your servant, your gaurdian. You shall never know pain again. Never endure torment, or need to worry or fear anything." He spoke with clarity, pledging himself to you in a flurry of sweet words. But the sentimentality was muted as he made sure to start tugging on the leggings you wore, his fingers finding the thick elastic quickly before curling them inside and peeling them off of you. You yelled in need before wriggleing your hips trying to help him rid you of them.

He chuckled dipping down once more at your insistence, you hands tugging on him trying to bring him closer. He locked lips again, this time pundering your mouth drinking in the cries and whimpers as you spiralled into a dazed heat, craving nothing but him.

You grunted at him as he pulled his thigh free from your own and quickly pulled your leggings to your knees.and in a swift movement you were rolled over below him.

You dropped your chest low, hissing as the position submerged your breast into the cool stream but quickly found a love for the temperature. Your body was boiling, your pussy wept a molten heat of longing. He groaned loud into the glen, the trees trembled at the beastly primal sound. You moaned as his hands captured your hips and urged you to rock back towards him.

"I am your protector and your might. If you give the word I will prowl this land and bring your enimies to a brutal bloody end." He spoke in a strained voice. His hot hands storking over your lower back, down your ass and squeezed. It had been a long time since a female presented for him, he'd not rush ahead befpre commiting the sight to memory. And you were a cute little thing.

"And me? What am i?" You breathed out desperately trying to press against him, searching for him. Willing him to finally take you and claim you for himself.

"You my dear? You are about to become and impossibility. An exception to every constraint placed upon your kind. You my little love are about to birth an entirely new era." His words were overshadowed by the howl like cry you belowed as he impaled you. He coildnt help smirk victoriously as your body wrapped aroundnhim so tightly. Your insides squeezing him with no complaints.

You moaned into the open air as his cock pressed jnto you. The thick rod prying you open, pressing you to your limits as he invaded you. It was a sweet pajn, the stretch and light burn form him making you feel cold. You grunted when he pressed further, you could almost imagine him protuding in your stomach. The thought made you wail louder tensing around him as if fighting for room in you own body.no. not yours, it was his now.

He grunted holding still as your heat suckled on him, pulling him urging him deeper. Fuck yes. He growled as you squirmed, turning to look back at him and tried rockingmon your knees. No. You were uis, and youd take what he gave.

He moved, slowly at first hands on your hips tugging you back to wards him, meeting the light tilts of his hips. You cried rung out around you. The mewling sobs of pained pleasure echoing around the glen as he toyed with you. He couldnt help it, he wanted to tease his new mate. But you were driving him mad.

You moaned as the male mounting you began to fuck you, the arching hips became harde and harder as he worked himself inside of you. Each thrust forceing the breath from you. And then like something inside of og him snapped he grasped your wasit tightly, fingers threatening to bruise as he jerked your body faster, harder and deeper.

Each pull made you more desperate, you needed him, needed something more! The trembling in your legs seemed to spread further. Crawling across your spine and tummy leaving tinggling in its wake. You couldnt describe it, the sensation of being one with your intended. It was all encompassesing and muted. Like you were trapped inside a bubble of unyeilding lust and heat.

He growled, curseing out loud fucking you in harsheder strokes. His thighs slping yours in scalding stinging swats, only adding to your heady ecstasy. And then he stopped, p,undging himself as far as he could. You yelped eyes wideneing as you felt something else. A foreign feeling, a swelling. But not y9ur own?

A stinging pain tugged at you unlike anything youd felt before. You cried out in fear turning to him, but a hand caught your hair, tilting your head back. You made to ask what was going on but could only let out silent scream when you felt teeth imbed into your neck. Fangs shooting down locking themselves into your flesh.

The pain coupled with the seering heat in your hea made you tense, your body twisting tightly befor relaxing in a mind numbing pleasure. You trembled and quivered finding your end cumming in one frighteningly powerful wave leaving blackspkts in your vision.

You whined almost collapsing below him, completely spent. But our mate was quick to capture you, one thick arm crossing your abdomen supporting your weight, whislt holding you still as he rooted himself deep inside of you. His cock pulsing, tickling your insides with his seed as he came inside of you.

You moaned when his jaw pulled free of your neck as he felt you coming down from your high. With a gentle kiss he parted from your bitten flesh.

"Shh shh thats me, my knot. We are one. I will release you soon my love" he panted trying to sooth you as you cried out and tugged, trying to pull yourself from him. Your mate sighed, It was always painfull the first time, omega needed to learn to appreciate the knot. For now you would weep as the sensation of being knotted, the burn was a knife edge of pleasure and pain, for the moment youd only focus on the latter.

You whined arching forward again trying to escape the pain, ignoring the warmth of his seed coating your insides with a hope of taking root. But not even the promise of pups could ease the full painfull feeling. He hushed you, pressing his hands into your back warming them, rubbing circles and long lengths up and down your tight muscles easing them. Encouraging you to relax for him.

"Together we will gift this world our pups. Pups that will grow into feirce rulers, and they will bring about a new dawn to this dismal supernatural world. Your species will not be mocked. They will be feared" he spoke, trying to draw your mind away from the present uncomfortable sensation of your first knot. It worked somewhat, he felt your excit en and hope spark through the bond. His heart leapt in his chest, it has been to long since he had shared this kind of bond. The way he felt you, the way your emotions pulled at him as you unknowingly broadcast them like a beacon for him. He closed his eyes swearing a silent oath to keep this bond, this union sacred and safe.

"We will be feared" he ended, the tone dark and foreboding as he finished his silent promise out loud. You'llbe feared, loved and cherished. Your pups will be worshipped . Your bloodline revered.

"So... whats your name?" You pondered flushing as you realised youd given youraelf to the dark sire without even knowing his true name. It was... demeaning in a way? You felt embarrassed, ashamed almost that you even had to ask in this postion.

"You know i have never given it much thought. I do not really have one, only titles. The dark sire, the shroud, hound of hell, hell beast, deciver;"

"Thats... actually really sad everyone should have an actual name" you interrupted him as his tone began to grow more acidic. It would seem even he held offence to the mamy blighted names he had been gifted over the millenia. You also felt sorry for him, you couldnt imagine never having something so important. A name was? Personal, it was identity being. It was acceptance and civil. To not have one was, it was unthinkable.

"Augustus? I was named Augustus a few hundred years ago" he spoke again quietly, his voice a purring hum. Thoughtful and deep, he sounded lost, adrift somewhere in his own mind. You faltered. Oh. Augustus? Like the boy from Charlie and the chocolate factory? The fat one who couldnt swim. You were pulled from your thoughts by a deep laugh from behinde.

"You are not fond of it? Me neither of course you can always help me find a new one. I am but a humble servant for my rescuer" he cooed, leaning down once more to nuzzle your neck unable to resist. You preened at the attention.

"How about August? Just shorten it? Its fancy but not old we dont want people to know who you really are... right?"you offered weakly, trying to avoid the old aristocratic name that made you cringe.

"August. I like it. And you are?" You felt a wave of relief flush through you. Thank the gods! But then paused your name? Oh! He doesnt know either... oops?

"Willow. My name is willow" his face lit up as he tested your name, letting it roll off the tongue in a languid purr.

"Willow. My perfect mate has such a unique name, it really does suit you my love." He added gently before taking your legs into his hands slowy and lowered you to the ground following your movements as not to tug on your joining. You hissed but managed to remain still for him only releasing a huge breath when the larger then life male smothered your back. Warming you instantly with his own body heat.

"Well willow, you should try and rest for. While, the next few days are going to be very busy" he uttered coaxing you to relax further, his kingstache tickled your neck and shoulder as his lips fou d your skin again gently littering it with kisses and gentl licks. Everything about he did was to keep you calm, docile and relaxed around him. Praying each and every moment that natrue would take its course and youd be pupped by the time you were released from beneath him.

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Downfall eepy sode 2 of 3

Spoilers below the cut

Just picturing a giant light goddess standing in her realm going 'tight tight tight tight tight' listening to one of her followers plans.

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I was worried about sullying your original post because it's really good by itself but I've had a lot of thoughts about the Job mini-sode and how it compares to the the Final Fifteen so here goes:

The original reason I even thought to compare them is because I thought the track that plays while they’re talking on the beach - Fallen Angel sounded a lot like one of the songs at the end - either The Biggest Decision or The End?. I haven’t been able to pin down what parts exactly but they all scratch something in my brain.

There are a lot of the same beats between both scenes though.

Aziraphale resigns to a fate that he thinks is about to befall him. He obviously doesn’t want to, but recognizes that he has to. In Job, it’s because he feels it’s the appropriate punishment. In the FF, it’s for a myriad of reasons (to make a Heaven worthy of Crowley, to simply survive, to stand for what is Right - whatever your cocktail is).

Crowley implies that whatever decision he’s made won’t be good for him. “I don’t think you’d like it.” vs “We don’t need Heaven. We don’t need Hell. They’re both toxic.”

In Job, Aziraphale says that it has to be done because he’s thwarted the will of God. In FF, he’s actively working as soon as he hears about the Second Coming (if not sooner) to fight the will of God - or at least the VOICE of God.

“Nothing has to change.” - As far as Crowley is concerned, nothing has. Aziraphale has still chosen Heaven over ‘our side,’ which while it isn’t a phrase that’s used in the Job episode, I would say is the early seed of that concept.

What is Aziraphale? - In FF, He’s an angel without a halo. He’s going to be the Supreme Archangel, but the truth is, he’s exactly what Crowley tells him in the Job scene, and he knows it. He’ll go with Heaven as far as he can in order to meet his end goals.

Lonely- Pretty self-explanatory.

Some other little things that I noticed is the way they’re framed at the end of the Job mini-sode is similar to the end of episode 6. Now they’re shown from the back in the Job but they visually take up the same sides of the screen. There’s a large distance between them, and there’s a stark contrast in how much light is on Aziraphale’s side of the image (even the water on his side sparkles more) compared to Crowley. You have the same effect with the brightness of the elevator vs the darkness of the car. As an added bonus in the Job mini-sode, Aziraphale’s shadow covers Crowley, which again goes with a lot of the thoughts people have had about Aziraphale making this choice to go to Heaven to protect Crowley.

So what I’m saying is that I’m not completely on board that Aziraphale might Fall, but the scenarios are similar enough to my brain that it’s a distinct possibility. 

good morning my lovely!!!✨

gosh, this is such good meta!!! i have to admit - my audio processing is utter shite; i can pick up a leitmotif after a couple of watches, but otherwise unless i listen to the music in isolation, i won't pick up what particular song might be playing in a scene etc... so the fact that you even picked up similarities between Fallen Angel and the two big ones is insane to me!!! im rubbish at it!!!

i have to be honest with you on this too... when i wrote that post, i didn't even really look in any depth at the narrative comparison between job and the final fifteen - it just simply struck me that we've had a blatant reference to aziraphale falling (even if it was only by his own fear) that, as far as we know, hasn't been reckoned with again in the rest of s2 (im still 👀 at the BOL mention in ep6 but that's by-the-by)

so basically the fact that you've gone through it to pick up these similarities is so cool; thank you for doing it and sending it to me, because its a heck of a lot to think about!!! now i don't think aziraphale is going to fall in the sense that we'll actually see him fall, become a demon, and that's that etc - i think more the threat of it, potentially to the point of being physically/figuratively (who knows how the fall itself actually works, but im not taking crowley's work for nuffink) pushed, and some kind of incident that prevents aziraphale from actually completing the fall.

ultimately, we haven't actually - imo - seen anywhere where crowley has singlehandedly saved aziraphale directly when aziraphale absolutely needed saving (ie there was no way aziraphale could have saved himself), and i wonder if this might be such an occasion where we see that happen...?✨