Honestly I should focus more on doing other G/t podfic and sound design stuff anyways it's not like I'm getting any play from Cr*nchyroll right now and I need to keep my booth/editing skills sharp. I just haven't gotten back into it with everything that happened with the comic dub of "Stronger".
Well update from that last post Tumblr is definitely not showing stuff I tag G/t in the tag from my @slickster46 and @maxitascasizeyspiceblog (my spice blog doesn't even show up when I @ it) IDK how long this has been happening but some cool people recommend I email @support and I've done that. Hopefully this will be resolved soon.
Gonna be offline for all blogs cause this shit has really taken the wind outta my sails. If you enjoy my writing both the SFW and NSFW projects please just check out the above blogs for updates. Maybe give them a follow if you're down but otherwise just stopping by every now and again and reblogging my stories, sneak peaks, or ficlettes really help a ton. Also I have a Kofi link @slickster46 if you'd like to help financially. I am mostly working contract with no 9 to 5 to speak of so it'd be a big help!
Surpress and Release (3549 words) by Slickster46
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Videl Satan/Son Gohan, Bulma Briefs/Vegeta, Supreme Kai | Shin (Dragon Ball)/Original Character(s), Chi-Chi/Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Videl Satan & Original Character(s), Piccolo & Son Gohan, Son Gohan & Original Character(s), Piccolo & Son Gohan & Original Character(s)
Characters: Videl Satan, Son Gohan, Son Goku (Dragon Ball), Vegeta (Dragon Ball), Frieza (Dragon Ball), Trunks Briefs, Supreme Kai | Shin (Dragon Ball), Original Dragon Ball Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Son Goten, Chi-Chi (Dragon Ball), Launch (Dragon Ball), Bulma Briefs
Additional Tags: Oozaru, Saiyan Culture, Saiyan Instincts, Saiyan Biology, Saiyans Still Have Tails, Original Character Death(s), Temporary Character Death, Major Original Character(s), Alternate Reality
Series: Part 3 of The Third Trine Saga
Summary: Gohan and Videl are nearly a year into living together when some hairy predicaments begin occurring to the couple. Also the circus is coming to town… Happy Gohan Day!
Videl loved a lot of things about her half-alien boyfriend. Extraordinary traits you'd come to expect from a half-alien - such as flight and super speed - were unquestionably a bonus. He also had a nice fuzzy tail and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of consistently, though those passed for human. Unfair, but human.
But more than anything she found his undying enthusiasm for his studies and overall genuine goodness irresistible.
His fantastically well-toned physique was also a factor. Not a big one! She'd seen ample beautiful muscled men in life; her dad is Mr. Goddamn Satan. He robs them for fun; it’s funny, really, that’s it!
… Okay, so maybe she had her own slight bias for it, too. But of all the lunk head's who'd tried to win her attention, Gohan was the only to succeed, despite being a huge dork.
And that was why she was currently stuck in lunch rush traffic in Central City with a sack of cheap burgers and onion rings riding in the passenger seat. A chorus of discorted car horns croaked out of sync.
“Move it jackass!” yelled out an angry driver.
“Watch where you're going numbnuts!” barked another.
Videl simply did her best to focus on not rear ending anyone, though the scent of her bacon cheeseburger made that more difficult the longer she and her car idled. Her eyes flickered back and forth, once at the road with it's mind shattering line of cars in front of her, then to the unmarked brown paper bag now spotted with enticing grease stains. Videl steeled her resolve, gripping the wheel tightly.
“It's only a couple more exits…” she grumbled under her breath.
She put the side of her hand to the top of her brow and squinted. Videl could just make out the very top of the exit to the University. She settled back into her seat.
“Yep. Won't be long now….”
It was another twenty-seven minutes before she hit the exit. From there things mellowed out, and soon the towering, clustered buildings of the campus peaked over the horizon.
The main campus of Central City University was huge. Soon as Videl could see the roofs of those buildings she was locked into the campus's strange and sprawling road system. She could still remember her and Gohan getting hopelessly lost in their first few weeks of classes together. Now that he'd started his graduate program, however, he and his classes were much easier to find, and his habits much easier to predict.
It was Saturday. The campus was peaceful from the outside. A small group of students milled about, some eating, others walking lackadaisical to one of the lecture halls. Still others relaxed on the soft grass, enjoying the subtle change of the seasons from Winter to Spring.
She sighed softly. Videl took one hand off of the wheel, raising it above her head. Another sigh caught in a grunt as she strained her shoulder, and a pop! moved some bubble somewhere less unpleasant in the joint.
“It's a beautiful day out, and Gohan has blown half of it studying inside. I bet he hasn't even taken a break since getting here this morning…”
Videl wistfully looked at the drooping paper bag. The warm scent of fresh, greasy comfort food had long dissipated. In its place sat the sad scent of soggy buns and patties swimming too long in their own sweat.
“Well, maybe I'll convince him to take a walk with me around campus after lunch.” She smirked, steadied her hands on the steering wheel, and drove just a little faster.
Videl managed pretty close to the lab Gohan worked in today, a near impossibility during the week. Thankfully, the campus was a ghost town, haunted by the few poor grad students thanklessly toiling away in decrepit corners of the school. With luck, she might not even get a ticket this time!
She hoisted herself over her convertible's door, not even bothering to open it. As soon as Videl's feet hit the ground, she whirled back around to the car, snatching up the bag of fast food. Dead focused, she patted her pockets, ensuring she had her keys, wallet, and campus ID. Secure, she ran around to the back and popped the trunk. From that dark chaos of forgotten odds and ends, Videl unearthed a small electronic tablet, which she stowed under her arm. Then, propelled by a slam of the trunk door, she shot off into the quad.
The path to the entomology department lab burned in her brain from the previous semesters.
“Go straight till you hit the main Science wing, and it's in the back of the Ecology and Natural Sciences building…” she said to herself in Gohan’s dopey voice, still keeping a brisk pace. He really didn’t need to keep explaining it to her like that. Eventually his body gave in, but the words rang in her head even now. She resolved to punch him if he asked if she got lost.
Instead of entering through the grand double doors at the front of the School of Natural Sciences, her route brought her past the wall of labs and study rooms that separated the Entomology department from the others. All she did from there was grab her campus ID to unlock one of the side doors. She held up the laminated paper to a high tech card reader. A light little chime and the click of the door's lock signaled to Videl that she was in. With not a moment to spare, either.
“Gohan and I were supposed to have lunch almost an hour ago now. Hopefully, he isn't too hangry from all the studying” Videl said, still double-timing it down the tiled halls of the Natural Sciences building.
Inside, everything felt too big and too far apart, crowned by a high, glass-domed ceiling arching long-ways down the center. Sunlight filtered through the leaves outside, raining through faintly green tinted glass. Large planted palms lined either side of the gargantuan corridor, standing as wild, vine-laden columns. Large skeletons of fantastical beasts locked in deadly combat stood center stage in the grand hallway. Still and slow moving fountains appeared periodically as Videl trekked onward.
Other students were non-existent in this wing. Gohan was truly isolated here
“This feels more like a romp through the jungle each time I come here.” Videl quipped to no one, “No wonder country boy loves it so much.”
It seemed like Gohan always had an endless amount of school left. Videl's studies at the school would have concluded a while ago if not for frequent sabbaticals from her program to stay near her bug loving bug-a-boo.
She could see before her now, a little ways down the corridor, a single study room door with a wedge of golden light trickling through the crack, spilling onto the jade carpet. This was his usual comfortable hole during big exams and projects. Gohan was a creature of habit.
She knew not to knock; it could startle him if he’d gotten lost in his notes, or reviewing classwork. Instead, she gently forced the crack of the door wider, slipping inside quietly. Inside appeared a large lecture space, partitioned into multiple cubicles. From one of them, Videl easily spied tuffs of black spiky hair poking over a laptop monitor.
She couldn't stop a big smile from spreading on her face as she closed the last few yards between the two of them.
Gohan's face hung as serious as ever, eyes keenly scanning words she could see reflected on his glasses. Videl could also see the clear strain around his irises.
Just as I suspected… she thought to herself, eyes softening. He's working himself to the bone… again.
Gohan blinked. He could see Videl moving just within his perafial. Then, he pulled away from the screen, to look up at her. She was wearing her usual oversized T-shirt and tank top over dark yoga pants. In her grip was the top of a heavy-looking brown bag. Gohan also caught the scent of the burger place next to their apartment off campus.
“Sorry I'm late!” Videl said, quickly shoring up the last few feet between them. She reached over the cubicle daring to box Gohan in and sat the sack down next to his laptop. She snuck a quick kiss on his forehead as continuation of her apology before pulling away and sitting down in the cubicle next to him.
Gohan's face was completely red before she had even settled into her seat. Videl couldn't help but smirk at how easy it still was to fluster him this long into their relationship.
“You… you were late?” he stammered helplessly, “I didn't even notice. I hope it wasn't too much trouble coming here.”
Gohan took a brief glance down at his laptop clock, to see fifteen minutes till two. He and Videl had agreed to meet for lunch around 1 pm. He grimaced, closing his computer.
“Geeze! I really let the time get away from me, again.” sighed Gohan, wistfully. “If I was paying more attention I could've come to you instead.”
Videl simply waved him off, “I think there's someone else you need to be paying more attention to right now.”
“Huh? Who do you-” A disturbingly loud grumble erupted from his stomach. Gohan covered his abdomen in embarrassment, his face flushed red once again.
“I thought that might be the case.” Videl shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Seriously, I think you're the only member of the entire Saiyan race who forgets to eat.”
“Not true!” He protested, “Dad would forget lunch while training, sometimes.”
Gohan thought about that a bit more.
“'Course at dinner all hell'd pretty much break loose when his appetite caught up.”
And so, Gohan didn't hesitate another moment. He unfurled the rumpled bag, greeting even more mouth-watering scents. He eagerly rifled for his burger and seized it from the greasy warm depths.
“Thanks again for getting lunch,” Gohan mumbled as he grabbed Videl's burger and passed it to her.
“Don't mention it! If the traffic hadn't been so bad in the city today, I would've been here sooner,” She said, grabbing the wad of wax paper that her bacon cheesy goodness was wrapped in.
As Gohan released the burger, Videl noticed his fingernails. Distinctly, she noticed they had become deep black, and pointed sharp.
I don't think they were done like that when he left this morning, and I doubt he would forget to eat but take a break to do his nails. she thought as she unwrapped her burger.
I'll have to ask him about it after lunch.
With that Videl absentmindedly bit into her burger and was greeted to cold coagulated cheese, soggy bacon, and a lukewarm beef patty.
Yuck! Videl thought as she forced herself to finish the bite she'd taken. Each chew was a struggle, but she managed, swallowing reluctantly.
“Ugh. Gohan, wanna take these to the microwave? They got way cold while I was in traffic.”
But when she looked over to her boyfriend, he was already licking the last traces of ketchup from his clawed fingers and balling up the empty sheet of greasy wax paper.
“Hm?” Gohan hummed, pulling his finger from his mouth. He looked down at that finger for a beat before tucking it away and beaming Videl with a trademark smile.
“Guess I was hungrier than I realized! I can still walk you to the microwaves, though. I need to stretch my legs anyways.” he laughed nervously.
Videl simply slanted her eyes at him, mildly annoyed.
“Aw c'mon, don't give me that face. It reminds me of high school. Let's go warm up your food!”
With that, Gohan unfolded himself from his desk. The chair creaked in accompaniment to his clicking joints; a sacrifice made on all paths to knowledge, for bugs or otherwise. Videl, however, was not thinking about sacrifice as the distance between Gohan's head and the ceiling quickly shrank.
“Uh… Gohan, honey?” She started back, shakily. Her eyes scrambled upwards, desperately looking for his own. But she could only look up…and up and up. His once pristine tracksuit, now stretched to its nylon limits, nearly exploded at the seams.
“Hmph.”
Gohan turned around quickly, looking for where Videl disappeared to.
His tail, now thicker than a tree branch and harder than braided iron cable, swang straight for her head.
In a flash, she’d grabbed it a moment before the hit, using a grappling hold to pin it in her right arm and ribs. She dug her heels to the linoleum floor, bracing hard against the momentum fighting to throw her and her rolling chair clear across the room.
A jolt of shock lit up the Saiyan's whole body the moment he felt his tail in someone's grip. His skin bristled, hair standing on end. All his attention immediately turned down to her.
Now Videl could see into Gohan's eyes; two red hot irons bearing down on her, boring through her. She found herself totally enveloped in Gohan's swelling shadow, her eyes wide as she beheld her behemoth of a boyfriend.
Gohan swelled higher still, pectoral muscles heaving, biceps bulging, teeth even sharpening into long, curled fangs. Videl couldn’t begin to understand, but didn’t dare look away.
What's… What is happening to him?
Finally, his head crashed against the plastic tubes of light above. This seemed to knock just enough sense back into the growing boy, as well as a few of the ceiling panels loose. The beastly Gohan held perfectly still. He took a deep breath through his flared nostrils and stayed still for a few seconds.
The two rows of fangs parted.
“Sorry.” He exhaled, though it came out more like a snarl.
At once, his body retracted back to a reasonable size. Not his original height, but an ignorable amount taller. His teeth and nails remained longer and sharper than could pass for any humans, though.
“All back to normal!” Gohan said with a smile that would've read more innocent if he wasn't currently sporting fangs.
This weak attempt to smooth this whole accident over was useless on his very frazzled girlfriend with a very strong, stress-induced grip on his tail. Videl was frozen, trying to process exactly what she had watched occur.
“Uh, Videl…” Gohan started gently.
“You-you were just-” she stammered hopelessly.
The adrenaline of the moment had passed, leaving her in a swirl of confusion.
Gohan moved in closer to her, but tried to keep enough distance to avoid trapping her. He didn't want to frighten her more than he had already.
“I- I promise, I'll explain everything! But can you please let go of my tail? It really smarts!” He said with a wince.
Videl looked down, seeing the now rope-sized tail she snuggly gripped under her arm. It strained, taught, having a lot less length to go around than in the dizzying moments before.
She released him. Gohan quickly retracted his tail from her reach, curling it around his waistline instinctively.
Tension clouded the space between the two lovers.
Videl still sat stunned in her chair at how fast he changed. Not to mention the sharp increase in power level. It made her nervous to take her eyes off of him.
A single ceiling panel came crashing down to the floor. Both of them jumped in surprise, finally releasing each other from their stares. They looked over to where it landed on the carpet.
“I should uh, clean this place up…” Gohan mumbled embarrassed.
Out in the vast darkness of the space between spaces, where only the most powerful beings made the journey between realities, a great, round ship lumbered forth, emerging from a strange and dark wormhole. It was striped white and purple around its massive and battered metal hull.
It was a ship known well through the multiverse for bringing shrieks of terror alongside gut busting laughter. A collection of oddities from the furthest reaches of possibility, all under one hull, all answering to one master.
His newest acquisition was the key to the final piece to a much long labored over puzzle that was all finally coming to bare.
Lord Iczing, ring leader of the great cosmic circus and the alternate dimensional counterpart of a certain genocidal planet broker, had gotten his clawed hands on a holy grail of an attraction.
A legendary warrior from an eons dead universe, with a particular penchant for hunting a certain race of monkeys to extinction. So steeled was their resolve that even from deep within the ship, where their body was kept barely conscious in a stasis, its mind still functioned as a radar for their prey.
The ship's master stared at the cloud of gasses and space dust left hanging in the void from realities shifting past each other slowly, with a mild disdain.
Just behind him sitting at an oblong table were his top associates. All of them looked to their ring leader.
Iczing expected constant updates about the current state of affairs. If he was to run the most joyous funland in all of the multiverse, it required a never ending feedback loop, and cutting edge attractions.
“Ugh…” he hissed, “And the helmsman are certain the data from the sarcophagus is correct?”
From one of the shadows at the table came a gruff clearing of throats, before someone finally worked up the nerve to respond.
Stepping forward was a tall figure, with a very long downward pointing snout. She bowed deeply before continuing.
“Yes Mr. Iczing,”she said in a smooth voice.
Her dark mane was done up in intricate golden regalia that crowned her head with a golden ankh that rested between her pointed ears.
“I've personally double and triple checked to ensure the sarcophagus is functioning as intended. And it would seem the Slayer is resonating strongly with this current path through the multiverse… not to mention their retraining has been going swimmingly…”
A wide grin cracked across the strange alien horse's face as she cracked her knuckles threateningly. All the other shadows shifted uncomfortably away from the alien horse woman.
The master of the ship posited that information for a moment.
“Hm. Thank you Muleset. You're a master at taming even the most violent of beasts, so I trust the slayer will be no problem for you.”
“Of course my lord.” she said, retreating back into the shadows.
“Has it become a bit clearer what our destination will be?”
This time a yellow scaled beaked reptilian alien stepped forward.
“Yes, leader. The navigation team has narrowed it down to three possible options. And we've already begun broadcasting the new ads to suspected Universes! Marketing is showing they are a hit!”
Iczing gave a smirk at that.
“All seems to be going to plan…” he hummed, “In this business that's hardly ever the case.”
He turned to his table of advisers. Scanning those among them. They were a cavalcade of fascinating characters he'd collected in his travels across the multiverse.
His eyes settled on a lanky purple skinned man, with white hair and green eyes.
“Do we have stats on potential targets identified in each location?” Icizing said.
The man nodded, and stood “In one universe we identified over a dozen potential targets. That is our primary focus of course.”
“And the other?”
“Well, in that one the candidates were more limited… only five. We were concerned that a few may be a false positi-”
Icizing raised a hand at his subordinate.
The other aliens at the table panicked, and scrambled away from their singled out comrade.
Without another word he launched an energy blast at the table, right at the alien speaking.
“I'm sorry Mr.Icizing!” The poor soul howled as the energy envolped their flimsy form.
They evaporated into the colorful explosion.
A tense stillness fell over the room as their ruthless leader, Iczing, smirked at the slowly clearing smoke. All that remained of their subordinate's form fluttered down through the air, turned into colorful confetti.
“If it isn't clear, I make all the decisions on what our 'primary focuses’ are.”
The rest of the cabal of entertainers shivered. Their eyes shifted to one another in the darkness. Each was inching away from the table, now totally covered in confetti.
“I'll worry about false positives… we visit the Universe with the least amount of candidates first.” He hissed.
“Our new attraction might be out of practice, not to mention, groggy from their nap. I want to give them the best chance at success after all! Plus if they get ambushed, then we'll be down two planned attractions.”
The others agreed nervously.
“Of course!”
“That's why you're the boss, boss.”
“You're our ringmaster for a reason, Lord Iczing!”
He turned to face the remaining men. This ended their sycophantic sniffing abruptly.
Lord Iczing stepped up to the table.
He slammed his fist against it's surface, “I cannot impress upon you all enough how critical to the future of this entertainment empire that our grand circus finally gets its monkey.”
“Yes, Lord Icizing!” They all responded in unison.
The cosmic king of clowns waved off the last of the men, letting them slink off with their lives to continue prepping for their next show.
I like to imagine that this is him after Tav gave him an unexpected kiss on the cheek before leaving their meeting room in Sharess' Caress. And now he is alone, flustered and confused about it.
I like to imagine that this is him after Tav gave him an unexpected kiss on the cheek before leaving their meeting room in Sharess' Caress. And now he is alone, flustered and confused about it.
"I'm going to play Dark Urge, I'm going to play a Drow, I'm going to play a Half Elf Cleric of Selune-" No. I grow tired of filling Faerun with hotties and encouraging my party's fatherless behavior.
To remedy this I have made Your Dad, the ultimate 1:1 replica of the average New Jersey father to save the realm and put a stop to my party's sad, horny business.
And before you can even ask "oh what is the Guardian Your Mom or something" of fucking course she is you fool
Aziraphale’s Choice, the Job Connection, and Michael Sheen’s Morality
Update: Michael Sheen liked this post on Twitter, so I'm fairly certain there is a lot of validity to it.
I’ve had time to process Aziraphale’s choice at the end of Season 2. And I think only blaming the religious trauma misses something important in Aziraphale’s character. I think what happened was also Aziraphale’s own conscious choice––as a growth from his trauma, in fact. Hear me out.
Since November 2022 I’ve been haunted by something Michael Sheen said at the MCM London Comic Con. At the Q&A, someone asked him about which fantasy creature he enjoyed playing most and Michael (bless him, truly) veered on a tangent about angels and goodness and how, specifically,
We as a society tend to sort of undervalue goodness. It’s sort of seen as sort of somehow weak and a bit nimby and “oh it’s nice.” And I think to be good takes enormous reserves of courage and stamina. I mean, you have to look the dark in the face to be truly good and to be truly of the light…. The idea that goodness is somehow lesser and less interesting and not as kind of muscular and as passionate and as fierce as evil somehow and darkness, I think is nonsense. The idea of being able to portray an angel, a being of love. I love seeing the things people have put online about angels being ferocious creatures, and I love that. I think that’s a really good representation of what goodness can be, what it should be, I suppose.
I was looking forward to BAMF!Aziraphale all season long, and I think that’s what we got in the end. Remember Neil said that the Job minisode was important for Aziraphale’s story. Remember how Aziraphale sat on that rock and reconciled to himself that he MUST go to Hell, because he lied and thwarted the will of God. He believed that––truly, honestly, with the faith of a child, but the bravery of a soldier.
Aziraphale, a being of love with more goodness than all of Heaven combined, believed he needed to walk through the Gates of Hell because it was the Right Thing to do. (Like Job, he didn’t understand his sin but believed he needed to sacrifice his happiness to do the Right Thing.)
That’s why we saw Aziraphale as a soldier this season: the bookshop battle, the halo. But yes, the ending as well.
Because Aziraphale never wanted to go to Heaven, and he never wanted to go there without Crowley.
But it was Crowley who taught him that he could, even SHOULD, act when his moral heart told him something was wrong. While Crowley was willing to run away and let the world burn, it was Aziraphale (in that bandstand at the end of the world) who stood his ground and said No. We can make a difference. We can save everyone.
And Aziraphale knew he could not give up the ace up his sleeve (his position as an angel) to talk to God and make them see the truth in his heart.
I was messed up by Ineffable Bureaucracy (Boxfly) getting their happy ending when our Ineffable Husbands didn’t, but I see now that them running away served to prove something to Aziraphale. (And I am fully convinced that Gabriel and Beelzebub saw the example of the Ineffables at the Not-pocalypse and took inspiration from them for choosing to ditch their respective sides)
But my point is that Aziraphale saw them, and in some ways, they looked like him and Crowley. And he saw how Gabriel, the biggest bully in Heaven, was also like him in a way (a being capable of love) and also just a child when he wasn’t influenced by the poison of Heaven. Muriel, too, wasn’t a bad person. The Metatron also seemed to have grown more flexible with his morality (from Aziraphale's perspective). Like Earth, Heaven was shades of (light?) gray.
Aziraphale is too good an angel not to believe in hope. Or forgiveness (something he’s very good at it).
Aziraphale has been scarred by Heaven all his life. But with the cracks in Heaven’s armor (cracks he and Crowley helped create), Aziraphale is seeing something else. A chance to change them. They did terrible things to him, but he is better than them, and because of Crowley, he feels ready to face them.
(Will it work? Can Heaven change, institutionally? Probably not, but I can't blame Aziraphale for trying.)
At the cafe, the Metatron said something big was coming in the Great Plan. Aziraphale knows how trapped he had felt when he didn’t have God’s ear the first time something huge happened in the Big Plan. He can’t take a chance again to risk the world by not having a foot in the door of Heaven. That’s why we saw individual human deaths (or the threat of death) so much more this season: Elspeth, Wee Morag, Job’s children, the 1940s magician. Aziraphale almost killed a child when he couldn’t get through to God, and he’s not going through that again.
“We could make a difference.” We could save everyone.
Remember what Michael Sheen said about courage and doing good––and having to “look the dark in the face to be truly good.” That’s what happened when Aziraphale was willing to go to Hell for his actions. That’s what happened when he decided he had to go to Heaven, where he had been abused and belittled and made to feel small. He decided to willingly go into the Lion’s Den, to face his abusers and his anxiety, to make them better so that they would not try to destroy the world again.
Him, just one angel. He needed Crowley to be there with him, to help him be brave, to ask the questions that Heaven needed to hear, to tell them God was wrong. Crowley is the inspiration that drives Aziraphale’s change, Crowley is the engine that fuels Aziraphale’s courage.
But then Crowley tells him that going to Heaven is stupid. That they don’t need Heaven. And he’s right. Aziraphale knows he’s right.
Aziraphale doesn’t need Heaven; Heaven needs him. They just don’t know how much they need him, or how much humanity needs him there, too. (If everyone who ran for office was corrupt, how can the system change?)
Terry Pratchett (in the Discworld book, Small Gods) is scathing of God, organized religion, and the corrupt people religion empowers, but he is sympathetic to the individual who has real, pure faith and a good heart. In fact, the everyman protagonist of Small Gods is a better person than the god he serves, and in the end, he ends up changing the church to be better, more open-minded, and more humanist than god could ever do alone.
Aziraphale is willing to go to the darkest places to do the Right Thing, and Heaven is no exception. When Crowley says that Heaven is toxic, that’s exactly why Aziraphale knows he needs to go there. “You’re exactly is different from my exactly.”
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In the aftermath of Trump's election in the US, Brexit happened in 2018. Michael Sheen felt compelled to figure out what was going on in his country after this shock. But he was living in Los Angeles with Sarah Silverman at the time, and she also wanted to become more politically active in the US.
Sheen: “I felt a responsibility to do something, but it [meant] coming back [to Britain] – which was difficult for us, because we were very important to each other. But we both acknowledge that each of us had to do what we needed to do.” In the end, they split up and Michael moved back to the UK.
Sometimes doing the Right Thing means sacrificing your own happiness. Sometimes it means going to Hell. Sometimes it means going to Heaven. Sometimes it means losing a relationship.
And that’s why what happened in the end was so difficult for Aziraphale. Because he loves Crowley desperately. He wants to be together. He wanted that kiss for thousands of years. He knows that taking command of Heaven means they would never again have to bow to the demands of a God they couldn’t understand, or run from a Hell who still came after them. They could change the rules of the game.
And he’s still going to do that. But it hurts him that he has to do that alone.
took me a long while to realize that miasma is called gloom in english, i thought people were calling the hands gloom-hands as a cutesy name fnjvgn,kdfvnsdnjskl
in a similar way i just learned that the final boss is called demon dragon in english instead of black dragon which kinda takes away from the contrast of zelda being the white dragon
also the fact that Dumsda (hudson??) isnt called Dumsda in english means Pupunda, the lil goron kid in Taburasa (tarreytown?) has a different name as well which is a shame bc Pupunda is one of the greatest names ever invented
Schnabuda is a close second
(i dont know why this got so much attention, but please PLEASE im begging you to look whether someone already commented the same thing you are about to comment, i have UNDERSTOOD that zelda, while called Weißdrache (white-dragon) in german, shes called lightdragon in english, i GOT the memo OK?? .. also then ganondorf should be called shadow dragon, bc demon and light doesnt read as perfect opposites to me)
anyway, to add something to this, i love all german krog names, Maronus (hestu) is a beautiful name, also Kashiwa (kass) - even if he got pulverized out of everyones memory just like shiekah tech - and Sagono is a much cooler name than cece(?), fight me (actually dont)
ordered pizza from a small local place and they didnt actually cut it so i've chosen to revert to a wild animal and begin ripping it apart instead of just using a knife to portion slices
i am not proud to say this but that pizza lasted fifteen minutes. i normally am not that gluttonous, but this goes beyond glutton. there was gluttony and wrath. a whirlwind of sauce, cheese, and pepperoni, all atop a flatbread that was shred apart by my own hands due to the neglect of another
in that moment i was wild. i was free. i understood the simplest joys in life. the joy of eating and manifesting my own destiny
been reflecting on this all day and the unsliced pizza experience honestly ruled. i think everyone should try it sometime or another. you have not truly lived until you just absolutely obliterated a pizza in such a feral manner
My best friend and I have this tradition we call “chicken dinner” where we get a rotisserie chicken, lay it on a tarp, start on opposite ends of the tarp, and on the count of three we both run at the chicken and start ripping into it with our bare hands. We will be on our knees fighting for the best pieces of meat, ripping into the chicken with our faces, and it is the most viscerally delicious chicken I have ever had in my life. Grease gets everywhere. We have to do this outside. We have to tie our hair in buns beforehand.
You have never known the joy of food until you are lunging at your friend to rip the best part of the chicken out of their hand, rolling around on the tarp, stuffing it in your face before they can retaliate, and you realize “holy shit did I just growl?” And then you realize they are doing it too.
The chicken gets decimated. It’s absolutely destroyed. We aren’t allowed back inside until we have been hosed down. It’s the best.
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