#Intermission Round 4

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☕️That's That Me Espresso

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Singer!Reader (fc Sabrina Carpenter) Genre: Fluff/SMAU Summary: Max had been single for the first time in almost 4 years. What do Lando and Charles do? Lightly set him up with a very popular acquaintance. They just hope he likes espresso.

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There was a different type of electricity in the air that Max was not familiar with. Sure, every race had that adrenalinistic atmosphere that, really, he had gotten numb to. But this, this was different. He might have even gone as far as to call it a “breath of fresh air.” 

His whole body was tired, especially after a grueling race. Why the FIA decided to push the Brazil Grand Prix to the dead middle of summer? He didn’t know why. But he had said enough passive aggressive remarks about the weather. The reason they gave was to avoid the typhoons that normally showed up during the later months of the year, when the usual race was scheduled. 

The Dutchman didn’t mind. The race last year, although the weekend had been soaked, hadn’t even been canceled. Sure there was rain, but they had raced in wetter conditions before. But, he had no control over the schedule. 

If he had been in charge, the calendar would have only 10 races comprised of all historical tracks, no US races, and sprints would be cast into the nearest dumpster. 

But Max Verstappen was not in charge of the Formula 1 calendar, and he was now standing backstage to some concert that Lando and Charles had dragged him and some other drivers to. They explained that it was for their girlfriends, but Lando didn’t have a girlfriend and Max knew he and Charles genuinely liked the pop genre. 

He just never bothered to listen to specific music. He went more by the vibes the song gave, and if he liked it, he liked it. There was no reason to go deep into the discography of the artist and the albums. 

Music was just music to Max. 

Well, that was until the lights dimmed and the most beautiful person, well to Max’s opinion, walked out in almost 6-inch heels and the shortest white skirt. 

Now, Max had been single for almost three months. He had known that Kelly was drifting, but he didn’t make any attempts to draw her back in. The close to four year relationship just fizzled. 

However, he was confused when his friends celebrated the breakup. Lando had gently told him that, while Penelope was very sweet, Kelly had been using him. Charles also brought up the fact that Kelly had said that she had a “magical meeting” with him when he was 19, practically a child with how fast he had to grow up. 

The 9 year age gap pretty much put people on edge about her. 

But Max had no time to dwell on that as he watched the female dance around, pretty skirt flipping up every time she skipped on stage. Her voice echoed through the large speakers, and Max found himself head bobbing to the beat. 

When there was a brief intermission, Lando had snaked his arm around his neck. 

“So how are you liking it?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink after. The Dutchman hadn’t taken his eyes of the door where she had gone through. 

“She’s very pretty.” 

Lando snorted, making Max turn to face his friend. 

“I didn’t ask about her mate, but good to know. I can introduce you to Y/n after the concert is over if you’d like me to.” 

Max’s eyes widened. 

So that’s what your name was. He thought it was very fitting, and he could start to daydream of how the vowels and consonants would sound through his mouth. He wondered if his lisp would accidentally seep through. 

“You would?” 

Lando sighed before calling Charles over. The brunet was quick to round the other side of the two drivers, now taking up Max’s left. 

“Yeah mate?” 

Lando slapped Max on the back, making him wince a bit, muscles still sore. 

“Our race winner here seems to be a bit infatuated with Y/n.” 

Charles wiggled his eyebrows up and down. “Is he now? They’d be a nice pair wouldn’t you say Lando?” 

Max tuned the last bit of their conversation out as he watched you prance out of the door you disappeared through earlier. He didn’t know what caused you to look over as you were putting in your in-ears, but you did and your eyes met his. 

You quickly blushed under the gaze of the unfamiliar blond man as your eyes darted back to the ground. You had recognized Lando to his right (your left), but the man remained a mystery to you as you began to sing the second half of your set.

You kneeled on the edge of the stage and reached out for a Brazilian flag that a fan was desperately waving around. You took the soft fabric and wrapped it around your shoulders for the rest of the evening. 

Max thought you looked like an angel. The lights reflected your blond hair perfectly, creating almost a halo around your face. He himself wanted to give your stylists a raise for picking out the perfect hair, makeup, and outfit. 

You had a big smile as you waved to the crowds after your last encore. 

“Brasil! Voce tem sido incrive! Todos voces tem meu coracao! Te amo e boa noite!” 

You even had the voice of an angel. 

And you were now walking toward their group. Max was not prepared. Thankfully Lando and Charles were as they stepped in front Max and congratulated you on the concert. Every now and then in the conversation, your eyes flitted to the blond man, who was looking everywhere but you. 

“Y/n! I don’t believe you’ve met Max yet! Max this is Y/n, and Y/n this is Max Verstappen, current world champion.” 

The last words made Charles huff a bit, only being behind Max in the points this season by a small margin. You put your hand out for a shake but Max just looked at it, stared, then looked back up. 

“You’re very pretty.” 

He wanted to slap himself in the face, but your giggles that flew out of your mouth made him want to melt into the ground. Your hand covered your mouth as you looked up at him. Even with your heals, Max was still a half a foot taller than you. You know that it’d be closer to a full foot without your shoes, which you were desperately wanting to get out of. 

“Thank you. You’re very handsome, but I guess you hear that too often.” 

He actually didn’t. Most didn’t go for his stockier build, rounded features, and flat hair. He knew that many preferred Charles’s slim waist and Lando’s boyish looks. But here you were, looking up at him like he was God’s gift to mankind. Your round doe eyes were hitting all of his buttons. 

He smirked. “Not too many, but I only remember the gorgeous ones.” 

Oh, so he could flirt. That was news to Lando and Charles as they watched the interactions nearby. 

Lando leaned over when Max fished out his phone from his pant leg almost shy at the action. “I didn’t think he had it in him. I wonder if he has ever had the chance to try to date.” 

Charles hummed. “He had a few girlfriends before Kelly. But again, they were all older. Y/n is only 22.” 

When you trailed off to go change, Max walked over to the duo with a dopey smile. 

“I think I’m in love.” 

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liked by landonorris, y/nisqueen, mothery/n, and 3,205,094 others y/nl/n brasil! you were amazing! Te amo, te amo! I will miss you all 💚💛🇧🇷

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y/nnation this concert was just chef's kiss!!

y/nisqueen the outfits, the flag, the hair - oh my gosh I love her

f1xy/n did anyone else see that tweet about the f1 drivers in attendance??

norris/n I hope that lando was there, him and y/n would be so cute

maxxy/n I think y/n and max would be so cutie tho

landonorris great show once again y/n!

y/nl/n glad that you and your friends could come see!!

teamy/n your honor I love her

Another giggle left your lips as you were driven back to your hotel. Your manager was watching you with fond eyes, happy to see you all smiley. Your last relationship had not ended well, leaving you heartbroken and depressed. But your emotions fueled you to write your best album yet.

“I’m going to guess that you’re texting you driver,” she wiggled her eyebrows at you, making you sink into the seat, phone covering your face. 

“Maybe. Mila, he’s so perfect. He’s very . . . sweet, but at the same time he’s sharp. He’s a bit like my every morning drink.” 

Mila sent you a warm smile. “Speaking of morning drinks, do you still want your espresso sent to your room at the normal time, or do you want to sleep in?” 

Your brows furrowed, mind running quickly. You opened your notes app and began typing. 

“Espresso.”

A few months passed with you and Max growing closer and closer. People online could definitely tell that the Dutchman was more smiley, but no one knew why. They could only speculate that he was in a relationship, but he hadn’t really been anywhere in the past few months that could signify a blooming relationship. 

You were up writing late when your phone buzzed, the familiar pattern letting you know that a certain blond was calling you. Your eyebrows pinched as you noticed the time. You pressed the green button before saying hello. 

“Hi schatje,” the familiar pet-name flooding the room. 

“Why are you up so late? Don’t you have a race tomorrow morning?” 

Although you were in two different countries, you and Max miraculously were in the same time zones, meaning if you were up late so was he. 

“We have the sim race this weekend.” 

“Maaxxx.” 

“Y/nnnnn, I’ve done it before. And plus, you’re also up.” 

You nibbled on your lip. “I couldn’t sleep. Lyrics are just racing around my brain.” 

“That or you had your espresso too late again.” 

You smirked as your eyes landed on the empty espresso mug on the bedside table. 

“I’m taking the silence as ‘yes Max. I had an espresso too late.’” 

Max’s favorite sound, your laugh, sounded through his phone that was resting on his simulator. The two of you had some weird humor, but you never failed to make Max laugh and neither did he. 

The sound of him shifting the gears was better than any white noise machine could be. Max tried his best to focus on his race, but the scratching of your pencil and your sporadic sighs kept him a bit distracted. 

“Would you be fine if I put a hint in my song? I like having you all to myself, but I want people to know that you make me happy.” 

Max almost virtually crashed. You never ceased to amaze him. 

“That’s fine with me liefling. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

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liked by gracieadams, y/nvideo, maxverstappen1, and 3,405,295 others y/nl/n ☕️ espresso is now yours :) let's call it the bop of the summer

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maxxy/n ayo max, why are you here so early 🤨

f1xy/n what the hell is a polar bear doing in Arlington texas

y/n.nation when she says bop of the summer, it's the bop of the summer

maxverstappen1 ☕️

y/nl/n ☕️

queeny/n what the heck is this supposed to mean?????

user204502 this song has been on repeat

Max hadn’t know when you were going to release the song, he just knew that you were. He hadn’t even realized that it was out to the public until Charles had mentioned something. 

“Y/n’s new song is great, non? Didn’t know that you two were soft launching, but I’m happy for you two.” 

Max never ran faster than he did to get to his driver’s room to listen to it. He never thought that you’d ever write a song about him, but here it was. The title was catchy too. 

Thankfully, you were waiting for him when he got back to Monaco. The first thing he did was lean down to kiss your lips. You could never get over the feeling of his lips against yours. The broadness of his shoulders made you feel safe as he caged you in between himself and the door. 

His large hands fit perfectly against your hips as he brushed his face against your neck. Your hands gripped his shirt that was thankfully not a Red Bull polo. 

“I take it you liked the song?” you managed to get out, breathless against him. A hum vibrated against your neck, letting you know that he was pleased. 

He finally gave you a bit of space once he kissed you on his way back up. 

“Espresso?”

You giggled, head digging into his chest. “I had one almost 15 minutes ago.” 

“Of course you did.” 

There was a comfortable silence between the two of you as you just stood in the walkway to his house. The place finally looked like someone was actually living in it, and not looking like an Ikea display. 

Little bits of Max were visible everywhere, now that he didn’t have to hide his stuff away in his little mancave. His suit was now on display with pictures of his various wins decorating the walls. But in between all the racing were bits of you left behind. Pictures of your stages filled in the gaps. 

But Max’s favorite bit was the circle stain of dark espresso by your side of his bed. 

“Come with me to Silverstone and later to Zandvoort.” 

You looked up at him, still not getting over the foot in height difference. Your neck had to crane for you to look him in the eyes. 

“Think about it,” Max continued. “You’re taking a small break from your tours when Silverstone happens. And then Zandvoort is the Sunday before the Netherlands concert.” 

You couldn’t say anything but yes. 

Lando was surprised to see your hand held tightly in Max’s. The last thing he knew is that you and him were texting, but he didn’t know if it went any farther than that. The Briton was happy to learn that you had been behind the Dutchman’s wide smiles between races. 

He thought you looked absolutely tiny next to Max, even in your usual heels. Lando did notice that you weren’t visible in the garage during the practices and even the race on Sunday. When it was him, Max, and Charles on the podium, he took his chances to ask. 

“Where’s your superstar?” 

Max visible brightened at the mention of you. “We’re not public yet. I think we like the privacy a bit too much.” 

Lando looked confused. “But the song?” 

He watched as Max leaned back with a laugh. “Mate, everyone thinks she’s in a relationship with either you or Sebastian of all people.” 

“Why would it be Seb?” Charles piped up, finally joining the conversation. 

“Because she sings something about calling me a honey bee. People are trying to connect that with the racing lyric and Seb’s bee keeping skills.” 

The photographers thought that they were getting good pictures of the three enjoying the post-race celebrations as they caught giant smiles and laughs. They probably couldn’t even imagine the conversation that was going on. 

It wasn’t until Zandvoort that people started to catch glimpses of you in the paddock. You smiled widely as you stepped through the turnstile, hand clasped in Max’s. Cameras were clicking wildly, but you knew how to ignore them. 

You were here for Max and Max only. 

You had wanted to find something orange to wear, but the weather was a bit rainy and cold. Max had convinced you to wear something warm, much to your chagrin. When you had pouted earlier in the hotel room, he just leaned down and kissed your lips. 

“Hmmmm, espresso. My favorite.” 

You had rolled your eyes. “Yeah, because you were up late again. I was able to get some more work done though.” 

“Must have gotten some from you then.” 

The Red Bull driver was able to secure his home race win, putting him just behind Charles in the standings. The Ferrari driver had been driving like a madman all season, and Max had just now been able to catch up to him. However, you knew how scared he was of losing his champion title. 

But, this year, he had you to be his support. Whether he won or lost, you’d still be there. Unlike Kelly, you didn’t push your way into his life. You let him choose you when he wanted. There was no constant grabbing at his arms to pull him away from his crew. 

When Max finally made his way to you, he just brought you in close. He wouldn’t have been able to kiss you with his helmet on anyway. When he pulled back, he was surprised to see tears in your eyes. His face must have had confusion written all over it as you shook your head. 

“Happy tears. I’m so proud of you.” 

The validation he got from you meant so much more than any he ever received. As Max looked down at you from the top step of the podium, you looked up at him like he hung the sun. The Dutchman would never fall tired of your gaze. 

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liked by maxverstappen1, mothery/n, verstopen33, and 4,204,938 others y/nl/n oh, he looks so cute, wrapped around my finger

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mothery/n WAS NOT EXPECTING THE HARD LAUNCH WHAT

f1xy/n thank you y/n for feeding us with boyfriend max material

verstappen33max I don't think I've seen him so smiley

maxverstappen1 💙 schatje

y/nl/n 💗 my love

y/nisqueen awwww I love them your honor

landonorris rue, when was this? 🤨

charles_leclerc me as well 😊

maxverstappen1 I think since February??

landonorris SINCE FEBRUARY???

charles_leclerc congrats!!

y/nl/n thank you charlieeeee

y/nvideo this is now my otp for the rest of my life 🥺

A week later, it was Max’s turn to stare at you the way that you stared at him. The little pink number that you were wearing was turning Max’s thoughts into something more that just hugs and kisses. But, he put those away (maybe for later) and just continued to enjoy the set that you had chosen. 

He couldn’t believe that he was back in the same place that he had been eight months ago. But, there he was, still as starstruck as he had been. He loved to see you skip around, skirt still flinging around and heels still adorning your feet. 

As the evening was closing, he just couldn’t wait to bring you back to the hotel to love on you, even more than he had already been doing. He wished time could speed up just a bit because he knew you were it for him. 

There was a before you, a during you, and he never wanted there to be an after you. 

He, along with the rest of the crowd and fellow drivers, got confused when you didn’t leave the stage after the last song. But, as slow piano music left the giant speakers, Max immediately knew what was happening. 

In the past couple of months, you had been holed up in your studio, really only seeing Max whenever he dropped off lunch or when you came back to his house. And many times, he was surprised to see Charles there as well, dressed in comfy clothes and glasses on his face. 

Piano sheet music always covered every inch of studio space when the Monegasque showed up, meaning that you were in the middle of creating a masterpiece. And, Max got to listen to multiple different melodies that the two of you put together. However, he wasn’t allowed to listen to any of the final demos which eventually got turned into songs. 

Tears pricked his eyes when he heard you explain yourself to the crowd. You had turned a bit to face Max as you talked. Your message for him more than the crowd. 

Your smile shined in the bright spotlights. 

“This next song is one that I wrote for a very special person in my life. You all know who it is so I won’t embarrass him.” 

Max could never be embarrassed by you. 

“I call it Lover, because that is what he is to me. My one and only love. Max, my espresso, I love you dearly.” 

And so dearly, he loved you too. 

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liked by dior, maxverstappen1, y/nfan, and 4,205,893 others y/nl/n a song for my lover? how about an album 💖

lover is now yours on all streaming platforms

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y/nfan I THINK I BEAT MAX TO THE LIKES

y/nfan never mind...

y/n.nation the new song and now new album, max please keep keeping her happy

charles_leclerc glad to be a part of the album y/n!

y/nl/n thank you Charles! merci beaucoup 🫶

maxverstappen1 my lover 💖

y/nl/n my one and only 💙

landonorris ok, when do I get an album??

y/nl/n I can set you up with one of my friends?

ynsmax and we all say "thank you max!"

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Barbara Stanwyck (Ball of Fire, The Lady Eve, Double Indemnity)—I hope someone else has submitted better propaganda than I because I don't want my girl's prospects to rest on me just yelling PLEASE VOTE FOR MY TERRIBLE HOT GIRLFRIEND. She is a delight in everything! She is often a sexy jerk! (It's most of the plot of Baby Face!) Even when she plays a "good girl" (as an example, Christmas in Connecticut, which more people should see) she's still kind of a jerk and I love her for it! She won't take men's shit and she sure wouldn't take mine!

Setsuko Hara (Tokyo Story, Late Spring, The Idiot)— "'The only time I saw Susan Sontag cry,' a writer once told me, his voice hushed, 'was at a screening of a Setsuko film.' What Setsuko had wasn’t glamour—she was just too sensible for that—it was glow, one that ebbed away and left you concerned, involved. You got the sense that this glow, like that of dawn, couldn’t be bought. But her smiles were human and held minute-long acts, ones with important intermissions. When she looked away, she absented herself; you felt that she’d dimmed a fire and clapped a lid on something about to spill. Over the last decade, whenever anyone brought up her lips—'Setsuko’s eternal smile,' critics said, that day we learned that she’d died—I thought instead of the thing she made us feel when she let it fall." - Moeko Fujii

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Setsuko Hara:

One of the best Japanese actresses of all time; a symbol of the golden era of Japanese cinema of the 1950s After seeing a Setsuko Hara film, the novelist Shūsaku Endō wrote: "We would sigh or let out a great breath from the depths of our hearts, for what we felt was precisely this: Can it be possible that there is such a woman in this world?"

One of the greatest Japanese actresses of all time!! Best known for acting in many of Yasujiro Ozu's films of the 40s and 50s. Also she has a stunning smile and beautiful charm!

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She's considered by some to be the greatest Japanese actress of all time! In Kurosawa's The Idiot she haunts the screen, and TOTALLY steals the show from Mifune every time she appears.

She's considered by some to be the greatest Japanese actress of all time! In Kurosawa's The Idiot she haunts the screen, and TOTALLY steals the show from Mifune every time she appears.

"No other actor has ever mastered the art of the smile to the same extent as Setsuko Hara (1920–2015), a celebrated star and highly regarded idol who was one of the outstanding actors of 40s and 50s Japanese cinema. Her radiant smile floods whole scenes and at times cautiously undermines the expectations made of her in coy, ironic fashion. Yet her smile's impressive range also encompasses its darker shades: Hara's delicate, dignified, melancholy smile with which she responds to disappointments, papers over the emotions churning under the surface, and flanks life's sobering realizations. Her smiles don't just function as a condensed version of her ever-precise, expressive, yet understated acting ability, they also allow the very essence of the films they appear in to shine through for a brief moment, often studies of the everyday, post-war dramas which revolve around the break-up of family structures or the failure of marriages. Her performances tread a fine line between social expectation and personal desire in post-war Japan, as Hara attempts to lay claim to the autonomy of the female characters she plays – frequently with a smile." [link]

Leading lady of classic Japanese cinema with a million dollar smile

Maybe the most iconic Japanese actress ever? She rose to fame making films with Yasujiro Ozu, becoming one of the most well-known and beloved actresses in Japan, working from the 30s through the 60s in over 100 hundred. She is still considered one of the greatest Japanese actresses ever, and in my opinion, just one of the greatest actresses of all time. And she was HOT! Satoshi Kon's film Millennium Actress was largely based on her life and her career.

Barbara Stanwyck:

"THE leading lady of the golden age of hollywood. One of the only actresses to work independent of a studio, making short-term contracts that enabled her to make movies wherever she wanted. She had so much range, and could act in basically any genre. She's been rumored to be a lesbian literally since she was active in Hollywood; most notable is the rumor that she had a long time on-and-off relationship with famously bi Joan Crawford, her "best friend" for decades (They lived right next door to one another). She also lived with Helen Ferguson, her "live-in publicist" for many years. She was the quintessential femme fatale in Double Indemnity, and really pushed sexual boundaries in her pre-code films like Baby Face, and the famous screwball The Lady Eve, where she plays basically a downlow domme. Allegedly, when a journalist asked her if she was a lesbian, she straight up threw him out of her house. She even played a lesbian in Walk on the Wild Side"

"THE queen of screwball comedies. I adore her, I'd kill for her, I will cry if she's not gonna win this poll."

"listen ok she had awful politics she was a mccarthyist right wing wacko BUT she's so incredibly hot that i've deluded myself into believing i could fix her. if you see her onscreen she carries herself in a way that's just so effortlessly sexy AND she has just a stunning face. imo she was at her hottest in the 1940s but even as early as the late 1920s she had a rly captivating screen presence and just a beautiful face, and then post-1950 she was just irresistibly milfy so really she was just always incredibly hot. she was also an incredibly talented actress who was equally stellar in melodrama, film noir, and unhinged screwball comedy. the blonde wig they made her wear in double indemnity is notoriously silly looking but she still looks sexy in it so that's gotta count for something. i've watched so many terrible movies just for a chance at seeing her that i think her estate should be paying me damages."

"Not often thought of for her sultriness, Barbara Stanwyck was incredible in that she could actually choose to be hot if the role called for it, and then have a glow-down to look ordinary for another role. She wasn't the most beautiful or effervescent, but damn did she have rizz. Watch her with Gary Cooper in Ball of Fire teaching him about "yum-yum" or with Henry Fonda in The Lady Eve whispering huskily into his ear."

"She is always the smartest woman in the room. Watching her play Henry Fonda like a befuddled fiddle in The Lady Eve was a highlight of my life. Femme fatale in Double Indemnity, comedy queen in Ball of Fire. She can do anything."

"She was part of my gay awakening"

"SHE'S A PRE-CODE QUEEN. She did everything, drama, comedy. The most beautiful woman in the world to watch weep. Beg for to step on you with those legs. Fun Babs story: Ginger Rogers was offered the role in Ball of Fire but said, “Oh, I would never play that part, she’s too common.” So they called Barbara Stanwyck and they said “We offered this to Ginger Rogers but she’s turned it down, would you be interested?” And she read the script and she said; “You bet! I LOVE playing common broads. [link]"

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Hat Trick - Part 2 (The Playoffs)

3.4K / Safest with You AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din eats you out while you watch a playoffs game. That’s it.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please) F!oral, fingering, nearing overstimulation, dirty talk, pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.), m!masterbation, established relationship. Inadvertent hockey double entendres, possibly.

A/N: Vancouver won last night so I thought I should post this while they’re up 😂 Inspired by @beskarandblasters’s I Want It, I got It and @swiftispunk’s ask(s) from @arainbowsiren - thank y’all and your respective mens for their service 🫡🫡🤗. You can if you want, of course 😊 but no need to read Part 1, as it’s not a direct continuation. Anyways, go Canucks go! 🏒🏒

If dread is defined as “painful agitation in the presence or anticipation of danger,” then for the entirety of your relationship, Din has never dreaded seeing you.  Not when either of you has had one of those bad day at work where you just need to vent for hours afterwards, or when Jimmy had accidentally used a sweater you left in Din’s office to towel off after a sparring session, or even that time Din took Al to the dog park by himself and didn’t realize the other dog moms were flirting with him until one of them shoved her number into his hand.  Nope, it didn’t matter what nonsense was going on while you were apart, the moment he looks upon his pretty bird’s face, Din’s day automatically takes a turn for the better.

But these past few weeks, Din feels like it’s possible he’s being tested in this regard.  Still not dread… maybe some mild foreboding?  That sounds bad, he thinks.  He’s worried is what he is.

Your hockey team is in the playoffs, and at first you were thrilled.  But your excitement has quickly given way to a much more volatile emotional cocktail of anticipation, nervousness and agitation.  If anything, you’re the one who’s been in a state of dread.

The first round was okay.  Your team won the series 4-1; it was a little nerve-wracking after Game 2, but the team rallied and after some nail-biting overtime games, they prevailed.  At your encouragement, he had hosted the series at his place since neither of you were able to get any tickets for the home games.  You had readily cooked up a storm in the kitchen to work out your pregame nerves, and your friends and the Mandos came over to reaped the culinary benefits of your stress. 

Your friends already knew this about you, of course, but Din is learning that playoffs you is very different from regular season you.  Regular season you loves hockey.  Playoffs you loves winning.

You’re the personification of nail-biting anxiety during every game; eyes glued to the screen, barely eating or drinking except during commercials or intermissions.  Every missed shot on goal results in shouting and arms raised in frustration.  Ever unanswered check on your players, vexation and name calling.  Power plays or offensive drives that can't be capitalized on have you covering your face in defeat.

His pretty bird stresses.

It’s not all bitterness and disappointment, thankfully.  Your face when your team scores lights up entire the room.  Every save your goalie makes has you cheering in elation, high fiving everyone in sight with enthusiasm.  When your team wins, your cute butt won’t stop wiggling with victory dance moves.

But the good cannot come without the bad.  Penalties called against your team trigger a spitting of expletives Din didn’t think were possible from your sweet mouth.  Holes in your defense that the other team exploits have you calling for someone’s head (the coach? The team captain?  Din’s??!)

Every game is a rollercoaster of emotions.

Oh.  And if your team loses… it’s like a dark cloud materializes over your head.  Your mood is already gloomy when the final buzzer sounds, improving only to pouty and restless by the time you start nearing the next game.

Din doesn’t like to see you so stressed (over a game, he might add, if he didn’t seriously fear the repercussions of saying that out loud to you).

Round 2 has been… interesting.  No, that's too forgiving.  It’s been… a nightmare.  You team is down 1-3 in the series and tonight is Game 5.  The make-or-break game that will either eliminate your team from the playoffs, or let them live to fight another game where they can attempt to claw their way to a decider seventh game.  After winning the series opener, the team’s three consecutive losses have left you nearly despondent - your mood getting progressively worse with every loss.  It’s not that you were mean or snappish – you were still kind and helpful, and all sweetness with Din and his friends.  But you smile a lot less and your playfulness is missing; you tell less jokes and your laughter, if any, is shorter and less vibrant than it is normally.  This past week, there’s been an ever present tension in your body that doesn’t seem to melt away no matter how much affection Din shows you, and you’re constantly furrowing your brow at things you read on your phone. 

When you start to make the grocery list for what you need to prepare the spread for Game 5, you call out to Din, “Baby, is Mayfeld going to come over for the game?  If he is, I’ll have to get parsley for the garlic knots.”

“Oh… pretty bird, I think most of the guys are going to go to a sports bar for Game 5,” Din says with a bit a trepidation.  He doesn’t say that he was the one who had made the suggestion that they do so, thinking it was unnecessary pressure for you to host a viewing party.  When Woves and Mayfeld had complained, Din reminded them about how they had both spilled beer all over the carpet during a goal celebration during the last game.  He had found you at 2 a.m. taking out your frustration over the loss with a brush, scrubbing the carpet vigorously on your hands and knees until he had managed to coax you back to bed for what was ultimately a night of restless tossing and turning.

“Did you want to go too?” you ask, wide-eyed.

“Nah, let’s just relax and watch here, baby,” Din’s smile is easy going, “I’ll order in, okay?  No need to make food.  It can just be a relaxing time.”  He hopes he isn’t emphasizing the word relax too much.

You look at him for a beat and nod, before going back to the grocery list.  Din exhales a little breath of relief. 

Game 5 is not going well.

Your team is leading in shots on goal, but just can’t seem convert shots to goals.  Din thinks it’s almost worse watching your body tense up in excitement, just to deflate in disappointment, over and over.  The opposing team doesn’t seem to have the same problem – scoring two goals in quick succession during the first ten minutes of the game that have you flopping back onto the coach, heels of your palms pressed to your eyes as you groan in pain. 

At the first intermission, your team is trailing 0-3 and Din hides (?) in the kitchen while you call Rory and Katie, and the three of you bemoan and rant about the last period over speakerphone.  You pace the same route throughout the apartment so many times, Din wouldn’t be surprised if you actually wore a path. 

He reemerges from the kitchen just as the second period is about to start and sees that you’re already perched on the edge of the couch, elbows on your knees, hands holding your own face as you stare at the television intently.

The puck drops just as Din places a plate of food on the coffee table in front of you, and you look at him with a calm expression and soft, sweet smile that he doesn’t think he’s seen for weeks, “Thank you, bab- WHAT THE HELL!?!?!?”

And like that, it’s gone – replaced by an expression of disbelief as you point agitatedly at the screen.  Din turns to see your team captain skating towards the penalty box, and looks back to see you shaking with fury and muttering, “Hooking my ass...  Barely tapped him…”

“That’s it,” says Din firmly.

“Hmm?” you’re not even looking at him, too busy throwing dagger eyes at the ref on screen who’s announcing the penalty details, getting ready to boo when he’s done.

“Stand up please, pretty bird,” commands Din, not really asking as he slips his paw like hands under your arms and hauls you up gently before you even process his request.  Your eyes narrow as you register something happening, but your attention is still on the game.

It’s not until Din yanks down your leggings and kneels to start pulling your feet through the legs that you snap your head down, “Din!! What are you doing?”

Left in just your pink lace trimmed panties and your “I just hope both teams have fun” sweatshirt, you look at Din with a confused expression. He rises and towers over you purposefully, crowding you back against the couch so that you’re forced to sit down with a bounce when it hits the back of your legs.

“I don’t like seeing you so stressed, sweetheart.  So, I’m going to help you relax, and you’re going to remember that this game is supposed to be fun.”

You screw up your face, unimpressed, “I know it’s supposed to be fun!  I’m having tons of fun.  Look at me, I’m- OH!!”

Din’s had enough.  It wasn’t supposed to be a negotiation anyways.  With one hand, he presses against your chest, forcing you to lean back into the couch, and with the other he spreads open your legs and lowers himself to press a firm kiss right on your clit.

“Din!!”

“Relax, baby,” he mouths against the fabric of your underwear, dipping his head and nuzzling your bud with his strong nose.  He spread your legs wider and holds them open as he starts his slow torture.

The other team’s powerplay starts and you try to keep your eyes on the game.  Normally you would be yelling at the screen for your team to clear it, but right now all you can think about is how Din’s slowly tracing over your folds with the tips of his nose and tongue.

As the powerplay clock starts to wind down, your favourite right winger intercepts a pass and tears down the ice on a breakaway.  Chased by his own teammates and the opposing team, he sets up, shoots and scores!!  Usually a short-handed goal would have you jumping up and down, cheering, but Din’s holding you down and at the exact same moment he gives your mound an open mouth kiss, tonguing your clit with a deliberate flick that has you grabbing onto his hair instead, “Yesssssssss!”

Din pays the goal no mind nor anything else that’s happening in the game, he just continues mapping and teasing your cunt through your underwear with his mouth, tongue and nose until the fabric is soaked through.

You go back to watching the game, half listening to the commentators and half following the players on the ice, all the while whimpering and softly moaning as Din works you up until you’re leaking down your ass, about to make a mess of the couch beneath.  Slowly, slowly, as Din continues to massage and prod at your dripping hole, you start to melt, stress and tension lifting from your body, replaced with a warm, buzzing pleasure emanating from your core.

The period’s half over, and you haven’t yelled at the screen once. 

“Feels so good, daddy,” you whine, when Din’s tongue presses your panties into your seam, forcing the fabric pulled tight and wet to stay tucked between your folds, finally revealing part of your pretty cunt to his gleaming eye.

“Fuck.  Pussy’s so pretty, baby.  So wet for me,” Din growls, and the vibration of his tenor works it way in, riding that same buzzing wave that’s coursing through your body, straight to your throat where it escapes as a tight wail.

“Oh Daddy!”

“Keep watching the game, pretty bird.  And remember… relax,” Din’s last word muffled as he dives face first into your pussy, open mouth kissing your slit - licking every crest and wave he has access to with a low, burning sensuality that’s driving you insane. 

“More, please – Din, I need more.  Ngggh!”

About to pull the damp gusset of your panties to the side and really starting devouring you, Din pauses with a wicked idea.  He pinches the fabric between his fingers and gives it a little tug so that the hem of your panties glides over your clit – the unexpected friction has you yelping in surprise, “Oh, fuck!”

Chuckling, Din tugs the fabric over your swollen bud a few more times and drinks in your heady moans before finally pulling it all the way aside to display your glistening cunt.

“Eyes on the game, baby.”  You look down to see Din’s face buried between your legs, but his eyes are locked onto yours, dark and blown – you nod and flick you eyes back to the screen.  Three more minutes left in the second period.

“Good girl,” Din rumbles against your slick coated seam; he licks a hot stripe from your tight hole all the way up to your throbbing clit, then back down, pushing and swirling his tongue through your arousal.  He hums as he repeats this pattern over and over as you start to pant above him.

“Close baby?”  You look away from the face-off on screen to nod at Din, he’s been eating you out for nearly the entire period of play, building you up from nothing and now you can feel yourself approaching the edge of euphoria, ready to teeter over.

“Daddy will take care of you, pretty girl.  Just relax and watch the game, kay?”

When he sees your hazy eyes flick back up to the tv, he presses in deep, opening his mouth to consume as much of your pussy as he can, tongue dancing through your folds before it burrows into your clenching hole.  His nose nudges your slippery clit as he tongue fucks you with vigor.

Above him, you’re faintly cheering on your team.

“Oh yes!  Press them!  Press them hard!”

“Nice pass!  Fuck, such a good pass!”

“Shoot it, shoot it, shoot it – yessssss!”

You come just as the team’s star rookie scores a top shelf goal, crying out So good, so good, so good as your orgasm washes over you in never-ending waves.  Apparently, you had a lot of pent up stress you needed to release.

Closing your eyes, you rest your head against the back of the couch and listen to the announcements celebrating the goal, coming down from your high as Din continues to press butterfly kisses to your pussy.  Only when you hear the buzzer signalling the end of the period do you open your eyes and smile down at Din, “Thank you, daddy.”

Making a movement to get up so you can dispense a little love of your own to Din, you’re bewildered when Din holds you down with a forearm across your stomach and shakes his head, mouth still latched to your heat. 

“Din.”

Shake, shake.

The movement of Din’s head restarts a warmth in your belly.  Your laugh is featherlight, “Din, I have to get up!  At least let me get up to buy the 50-50 tickets.”

Without releasing you, Din feels behind him blindly with his free hand until he finds your phone on the coffee table and places it in your waiting hands; he then reaches into his back pocket and takes out his wallet which he also hands over before mumbling against your slit, “Buy your tickets, baby.”

“Din, you don’t have to!  I have my ow- ah!”

Having given your clit a playful snip, Din soothes it with a soft kiss, “It’s for charity, sweetheart.”

Dreamily, you sigh in agreement, “For charity.”

Din licks you lazily through the second intermission, cleaning up your spend and using his tongue to spread the fresh slick trickling from your cunt up to and around your swollen clit.  He rests his head against your thigh and chuckles as he watches you take over ten minutes to purchase your charity raffle tickets; you used to only be able to buy 50-50 tickets if you were in attendance at the game, but the team’s charitable foundation had recently started selling them online during the game as well – and it’s taking all your concentration to navigate the site without being distracted by Din’s slow teasing.

You have to enter Din’s credit card number five times before you get it right and you think you accidentally buy twice the number of tickets you mean to.

By the time the third period starts, you’ve lost your underwear; eyes glossing over while you resume watching the game, you’re spread bare for Din as he adds his fingers to his efforts, all in the name of ‘relaxation’.  When your team can’t capitalize on their first power play of the period, he inserts one curling finger, and you concede that the missed goal opportunity isn’t the end of the world.  When your goalie has to make four heart-stopping saves in a row as the other team piles on, Din adds a second, and you passively sing encouraging praise at the TV while dissolving into the couch.  When your coach deploys his special teams, your heart rate speeds up, but not because your offensive line is absolutely dominating in the attacking zone, but because Din squeezes in a third finger, stretching your fitted walls to their limit.

“So fucking tight for me,” Din hisses, looking absolutely hypnotized as he watches his thick fingers disappear into your cunt.  The vulgar wet slaps and squelches your pussy is making nearly drowning out the commentary from the game; you moan and writhe against Din’s hand, begging him for more, “Daddy, so fucking good!  Love your fingers, please… need your mouth, dadddyyyyyyy….”

The onslaught on the ice and against your pussy continue without reprieve; Din nibbles your puffy clit between his teeth before pulling it in between his lips and sucking.  He builds and builds as the team presses and presses, no relief for your poor aching pussy or the opposing team’s goalie.  You think you might float away if Din wasn’t still holding you down, your body tingling right through to the finger tips that you have buried in Din’s hair – you pull him closer, grinding against his mouth seeking, more, more, more. 

“Soak me, pretty girl,” you feel rather than hear, Din’s command echoing deep to that spot inside you only he can reach and the vibration sets you off.  You come, a fresh wave of arousal hits Din’s chin as you chant out his name until you’re hoarse.  Trailing off with a whimper, somewhere through your thick fog of pleasure, you hear the buzzer of the second goal your favourite right winger scores tonight.

The game’s all tied up and you’re spent.

Glassy eyed and fully blissed out, you beckon Din to come kiss you with a weak smile and curl of the fingers on the hand you’ve released from his hair. 

Din’s taking out his cock from his sweatpants and lubing it up with your cum, but he doesn’t rise, “Give me one more, pretty bird.  Let’s make it a hat trick.”

You whine in protest, “Can’t, Din.  It’s too much.”

He fists his hard length and presses the barest of chaste kisses to your still pulsing clit, “Be a good girl for me.  One more, baby.”

There’s nothing, not even winning this game, that you want more than to please him so you give him a brave little nod – even though his feathery touch made you jump.

His thumb brushes gently over your slippery bundle - light pets at first, mindful that you’re nearing overstimulation.  In contrast, his other hand pumps his cock with increasing pressure and speed – already throbbing and painfully hard just from eating you out for the last 40 minutes.  Seeing how turned-on Din is just from pleasuring you has another wave of want coursing through your veins; pushing up your sweatshirt above your braless breasts, you start to play with your tits - pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers as you throw you head back and moan, low and throaty.

The raunchy sight sends Din into overdrive.  He starts to draw gentle but consistent figure eights over your clit then bends down again to inhale the smell of your honey before pressing a series of sweet tender kisses to your still leaking hole.  All the while, choking his dick and keeping his eyes on you as you touch your perfect tits.  He stays the course with his mouth and thumb, letting you decide how much you can take when you start to buck your hips lightly.

Your third orgasm approaches faster than you anticipate, body already halfway there after that last brain numbing high.  Din reads the tensing of your stomach and your quickening breaths, “Give it to me, baby girl.  Give it to me and I’ll come all over this pretty pussy.”  With Din’s dirty promise ringing in your ear, you come with a shuddering arch of your back and a soundless scream.  Just as you’re completing your hat trick, in an arena across town your right winger is completing his.

But your eyes aren’t for him, they’re for the man who’s now milking his impressive cock, splattering rope after rope of white, glossy cum over the lips of your overwrought cunt.  You giggle as Din runs the tip of his cock through your folds, pushing in as much of his spend as he can before he heaves a heavy, satiated sigh.

Looking at you with a smirk, he chuckles, “How you feeling, pretty bird?  Relaxed?”

You laugh a genuine, musical laugh before pulling his face to yours, kissing yourself on his lips – so euphoric and peaceful from Din’s magical touch.  After a quick cleanup, you rest cozily in Din’s arms, kissing sweetly as the two of you watch your team successfully defend their lead for the final minutes of the game.  Final winning score for your team, 4-3.

Resting your sleepy head on Din’s shoulder, you confess, “I didn’t realize I was being such a stress ball about the playoffs, Din.  I’m sorry.”

Kissing your temple, Din gives you a reassuring squeeze, “No need to apologize, pretty bird.  It’s okay if you get stressed.  Just know I’m always here to help, okay?  I love you.”

You lift your head to nod and mouth the same words back to him, nearly getting lost in the dreamy eyes of the man you can’t quite believe loves you the way he does.  In a little voice you cheer, “We won, yay!”

“Yay!” chuckles Din.

Suddenly, a look of epiphany washes over your face as you pan to the screen where the winning score is displayed in bold font beneath the post game show hosts.  You turn to look at Din, then slowly again to the TV and back.  Sitting up straight, all business-like, you grin, “Seriously, Din - I’m going to need you to do this again.  Every game until we win the cup.”

“Done.”

#din djarin #modern!din djarin #din djarin fic #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x reader #din djarin x f!reader #din djarin x you #pedro pascal characters fanfiction #pedro pascal characters

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Official Scheduling for Round 3 Polls!

I AM GETTING ORGANZING HELL YEAH

p.s: all rounds start at ~ 12 PM EST. Tumblr lags so they come a few minutes after the scheduled time.

5/7 - round 3 starts off with: - Mutant Chompy/Two Souls vs Celestials - Never Better vs Sep!Leo - Bloodbath vs Nothing Left to Lose - Life Mission vs Odd Man Out

5/10 - round 3 part 2: - Cass Apoc Series vs Ghost in the Shell - Redline/TM(N)T vs Battle Scars - Two Arms Left/IMBI vs The Eldest Brother - Mutant Manhunt/Cupcakes Sep!AU vs Coin Toss

5/13 - round 3 part 3: - Extended Fam/Colorcoded vs Replica - MNMC/The Little Prince vs Feral Leo

5/14-5/17 - intermission! you guys get a break.

5/20 - round 4 begins.

Masterpost

#tmnt au #tmnt au competition #round 3

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clips and episode titles below!

Argument Clinic - S3E3: The Money Programme

2. Biggles Dictates a Letter - S3E7: Salad Days (not sure why this video won't embed - sorry!)

3. Come Back to My Place - S1E13: Intermission

(mod note: the clip shown above is from the TV show, but if you'd like a re-recorded, extremely HD clip that was made for And Now for Something Completely Different, because it's positively iconic, here it is. but for voting purposes, the original clip must be considered.)

4. Dirty Hungarian Phrasebook - S2E12: Spam

5. Hermits - S1E8: Full Frontal Nudity

6. Light Entertainment Awards - S3E13: Grandstand

7. Poets - S2E4: The Buzz Aldrin Show

8. Silly Voices at the Police Station - S1E12: The Naked Ant

#monty python #monty python's flying circus #round one

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Week 2 | Vacation!

We decided to send the group to private cabin for a three-day intermission

Giving them time to build up those romance bar before the final

And boi-o-boi, did they take it faaaar left

What starts out as wholesome with happy smiles

Turned quickly into a massive o**y fest

Kierra wanted a sneaky link up w/ Richie until...

Andrea and her stylish hat enter the chat....and as you can see they weren't pleased either

2:07 pm, Lotus wanted her own lil rendezvous w/ Adam

It was blissed....until there was change in the wind

4:07 pm not skipping a beat, Thalia dontgiveaf*ckakus prime in true bust thru the door

Note to host: lock or block the doors!

I guess Kierra and Lotus can say goodbye to their alone times

Seems like Kierra grew a voyeur kink

And thought three was a crowd

Running back a second round, however, our dear Lotus was vivid

But she wasn't alone but that didn't stop her or Thalia from watching the show

Everyone was having an emotional meltdown

After what said and done, the rest of the night was chill

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Thalia @foxsimthings Lotus @riverofjazzsims Kierra @invisiblequeen Andrea @havenroyals

#dschallenge #my challenges #others sim #I dont even smoke and I feel like I need one #yall sims gone send me to a early grave I swear ☠ #emotional damage #the audacity of Andrea eating a bowl cereal after her shenanigans #🤣🤣🤣

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Hokej na lodzie - Polish to English ice hockey vocabulary

THE LEAGUE

league - liga

team - drużyna

roster, lineup - skład

hockey player - hokeista

line - linia

national team - reprezentacja

transfer, trade - transfer

coach - trener

referee - sędzia

linesman - sędzia liniowy

fan - kibic / fan

THE PLAYERS

forward - napastnik

center - środkowy

left wing - lewoskrzydłowy

right wing - prawoskrzydłowy

defenseman - obrońca

goaltender - bramkarz

captain - kapitan

assistant captain - asystent kapitana

rookie - debiutant / żółtodziób

THE GAMES

regular season - sezon zasadniczy

game - mecz

schedule - terminarz

regulation time - regularny czas

period - tercja

intermission - przerwa

overtime - dogrywka

shootout - karne

final score - wynik końcowy

win - wygrana

lose - przegrana

standings - klasyfikacja

stats - statystyki

goal - gol / bramka

assist - asysta

point - punkt

THE CHAMPIONSHIP

playoffs - play-offy

round - runda

quarterfinals - ćwierćfinały

semifinals - półfinały

final - finał

(Polish) championship - (Polskie) mistrzostwa

gold - złoto

silver - srebro

bronze - bronz

trophy - trofeum

cup - puchar

THE EQUIPMENT

net - bramka

puck - krążek

stick - kij

helmet - kask

jersey - bluza

glove - rękawiczka

skate - łyżwa

pads - ochraniacze

goalie pads - parkany

goalie mask - maska

goalie glove - łapaczka

blocker - obijaczka

mouthguard - ochraniacz na zęby

THE ARENA AND FACILITIES

arena - hala

rink - lodowisko

ice - lód

locker room - szatnia

offensive zone - strefa ataku

neutral zone - tercja neutralna

penalty box - ławka kar

bench - ławka zawodników

blue line - linia niebieska

goal line - linia bramkowa

center line - linia środkowa

goal crease - strefa bramki

goal post - słupek

top post - poprzeczka

THE PLAY

offence - atak

defense - obrona

faceoff - wznowienie

score a goal - zdobyć bramkę

game winning goal - zwycięska bramka

hat trick - hattrik

pass - podanie

shot - strzał

shot on goal - strzał na bramkę

save - obroniony strzał

save percentage - procent obronionych strzałów

glove save - obrona łapaczką

icing - uwolnienie

time on ice - czas na lodzie

speed - prędkość

forcheck - pressing

backcheck - faza obrony

check - bodiczek

deke, dangle - drybling

breakaway - ucieczka

wrist shot - strzał z nadgarstka

backhand - strzał z backhandu

rebound - dobitka

redirect - strącenie

five-hole - piąta dziura

hand pass - podanie ręką

THE SPECIAL PLAY

power play - gra w przewadze

penalty kill - gra w osłabieniu

4 on 4 - cztery na cztery

5 on 3 - pięć na trzy

power play goal - bramka w przewadze

shorthanded goal - bramka w osłabieniu

empty netter - gol na pustą bramkę

THE PENALTIES

penalty - kara

penalty minutes - łączny czas kar

suspension - zawieszenie

holding - trzymanie przeciwnika

slashing - uderzanie kijem

hooking - zahaczanie

tripping - spowodowanie upadku przeciwnika

high sticking - wysoki kij

cross-checking - atak kijem trzymanym oburącz

boarding - wrzucenie na bandę

interference - przeszkadzanie

spearing - kłucie kijem

charging - natarcie

roughing - nadmierna ostrość w grze

fighting - walka na pięści

delay of game - opóźnianie gry

too many men on ice - nadmierna liczba graczy

elbowing - atak łokciem

kneeing - atak kolanem

concussion - wstrząśnienie mózgu

game misconduct - kara meczu za niesportowe zachowanie

misconduct - niesportowe zachowanie

minor penalty - kara mniejsza

bench minor - kara mniejsza techniczna

double minor - podwójna kara mniejsza

major penalty - kara większa

ejection - kara meczu

penalty shot - rzut karny

Translation based on this post by @liigainenglish

I’m by no means a specialist but if you have any questions (or corrections!) don’t be afraid to DM me :))

#no one asked for this but it was fun to make #phl #polska hokej liga

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BRACKET IS HERE!!!

(Text version, with dates under the cut below)

matches will start going up on Saturday August 12th

all polls (except the final) will be 1 day long

if you can, please try to take the time to watch the videos of the EDs that you are unfamiliar with!

since there were two free spots, and I Am God Here, i have made the extremely democratic executive decision to add two endings that I really like which got submissions but didnt make the cut. These are "Yamiyo" by Eve [Dororo 2019] and "Who am I?" by (K)NoW_NAME [Dorohedoro], and they will be battling eachother in part D.

propaganda welcome :)

Tag List: round 1 round 2 round 3 quarterfinals semifinals finals third place round intermission round propaganda bracket updates matches (the actual polls, not including any reblogs)

ROUND 1

PART A (8/12 12:00pm ET)

Match 1: "Sugar Song and Bitter Step" by UNISON SQUARE GARDEN [Kekkai Sensen] {VS} "Wareta Ringo" by Risa Taneda [Shin Sekai Yori] Match 2: "Sayonara Bye Bye" by Mawatari Matsuko (JPN), Stephanie Nadolny (ENG) [Yu Yu Hakusho] {VS} "Tenchi Gaeshi" by NICO Touches the Walls [Haikyuu!!] Match 3: "Hare Hare Yukai" by Aya Hirano, Minori Chihara, Yuuko Gotou [Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuutsu] {VS} "Shikisai" by yama [SPYxFAMILY] Match 4: "Mephisto" by QUEEN BEE [Oshi no Ko] {VS} "Hectopascal" by Yuuki Takada, Minako Kotobuki [Bloom Into You] Match 5: "Virtual Star Embryology" by Maki Kamiya [Revolutionary Girl Utena] {VS} "Zetsubou Billy" by Maximum the Hormone [Death Note] Match 6: "gravity" by Maaya Sakamoto (Composer - Yoko Kanno) [WOLF'S RAIN] {VS} "Aishiteru" by Callin' [Natsume Yuujinchou] Match 7: "Roundabout" by Yes [JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: The Animation] {VS} "RED" by Survive Said The Prophet [Banana Fish] Match 8: "Shubidubi☆Sweets Time" by Miyamoto Kanako [Precure: KiraKira Pretty Cure A La Mode] {VS} "Fight Song" by Eve [Chainsaw Man]

PART B (8/14 12:00pm ET)

Match 9: "Uso" by SID [Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood] {VS} "Stand By Me" by the peggies [Sarazanmai] Match 10: "Zzz" by Sayaka Sasaki [Nichijou] {VS} "Mashi Mashi" by NICO Touches the Walls [Haikyuu!!] Match 11: "Trust Me" by Yuya Matsushita [Durarara!!] {VS} "Nomic" by ACCAMER [I'm the Villainess, So I'm Taming the Final Boss] Match 12: "OverThink" by Fan Ka [Link Click] {VS} "aLIEz" by Sawano Hiroyuki [Aldnoah.Zero] Match 13: "Shunkan Sentimental" by SCANDAL [Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood] {VS} "Don't say 'lazy'" by Youko Hikasa [K-On!] Match 14: "You Only Live Once" by Hatano Wataru [Yuri!!! on ICE] {VS} "Prayer X" by King Gnu [Banana Fish] Match 15: "Shissou" by LAST ALLIANCE [Ouran High School Host Club] {VS} "Kimi No Shiranai" by Supercell [Bakemonogatari] Match 16: "Truth" by Ruka Yumi [Revolutionary Girl Utena] {VS} "The Real Folk Blues" by The Seatbelts feat. Mai Yamane [Cowboy Bebop]

PART C (8/16 12:00pm ET)

Match 17: "LOST IN PARADISE" by ALI feat. AKLO [Jujutsu Kaisen] {VS} "About a Voyage" by Sayuri [Boku No Hero Academia] Match 18: "Groovy!" by Kohmi Hirose [Cardcaptor Sakura] {VS} "I Want You" by Savage Garden [JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Diamond is Unbreakable] Match 19: "Refrain Boy" by ALL OFF [Mob Psycho 100] {VS} "Fuyu Biyori" by Eri Sasaki [Yuru Camp] Match 20: "In the Back Room" by syudou [Chainsaw Man] {VS} "homework never ends" by Mawatari Matsuko (JPN), Sara White (ENG) [Yu Yu Hakusho] Match 21: "Red:birthmark" by AiNA THE END [Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury] {VS} "Infinity" by Yuuri [Sk8 the Infinity] Match 22: "Reason" by Yuzu [Hunter x Hunter] {VS} "Datte Atashi no Hiro" by LiSA [Boku No Hero Academia] Match 23: "Wind" by Akeboshi [Naruto] {VS} "Memosepia" by sajou no hana [Mob Psycho 100] Match 24: "SPLASH FREE" by STYLE FIVE [Free!] {VS} "Chou Cream Funk" by Philosophy no Dance [Mashle: Magic and Muscles]

PART D (8/18 12:00pm ET)

Match 25: "Sore wa Chiisana Hikari no Youna" by Sayuri [Erased (Boku Dake Ga Inai Machi)] {VS} "Sayonara-gokko" by amazarashi [Dororo (2019)] Match 26: "Comedy" by Gen Hoshino [SPYxFAMILY] {VS} "Aoi Honoo" by ITOWOKASHI [Black Clover] Match 27: "Broken Youth" by NICO Touches the Walls [Naruto: Shippuden] {VS} "Shiki no Uta" by Minmi [Samurai Champloo] Match 28: "Magia" by Kalafina [Puella Magi Madoka Magica] {VS} "For the Love of Life" by David Sylvian [Monster] Match 29: "Torches" by Aimer [Vinland Saga] {VS} "I'm Alive" by Becca [Black Butler] Match 30: "Hyouri Ittai" by Yuzu [Hunter x Hunter] {VS} "Akatsuki" by Akiko Shikata [Yona of the Dawn] Match 31: "Fly Me to the Star" by Starlight Kuku Gumi [Shoujo Kageki Revue Starlight] {VS} "Daisy" by STEREO DIVE FOUNDATION [Kyoukai no Kanata] Match 32: "Yamiyo" by Eve [Dororo 2019] {VS} "Who am I?" by (K)NoW_NAME [Dorohedoro]

#poll tournaments #poll tournament #anime music #tumblr polls #tumblr poll #anime #music #anime ed tournament #brackets #polls #poll #anime ending #anime endings #anime ed #anime eds #round1

[classicsapphicships]

#Doctor Who #Classic Sapphic Ships #Thirteenth Doctor/River Song #Thirteenth Doctor/Missy #Thirteenth Doctor #River Song #Missy #Intermission Poll #Intermission Round 4 #fandom polls

[bearterritory]

Cal Rallies Past Colorado

Bears Overcome 20-Point Deficit to Beat Buffs 82-78

BERKELEY (AP) – Jaylon Tyson scored 23 of his career-high 30 points in the second half as the California men's basketball team erased a 20-point deficit to defeat Colorado 82-78 at Haas Pavilion. It was the Golden Bears' largest comeback victory since Feb. 14, 2009 when they trailed by 22 in the first half of an eventual 82-75 win over Stanford in Berkeley. On Wednesday, Cal (6-10, 2-3 Pac-12) trailed 40-20 with 2:09 remaining in the first half and by 14 at the intermission before taking its first lead, 63-62, on a Tyson dunk with 5:38 left in the contest.   "We are going to have many more wins that are impressive over skilled opponents. This is the start," Cal head coach Mark Madsen said. "I know we're going to hit a pothole or two, but I'll tell you this; we're going to fight, fight, fight every step of the way."   Colorado (11-5, 5-3) built a 14-point lead in the first half behind a 15-point effort by Eddie Lampkin Jr, and the Buffaloes were up by 16 points, 52-36 after a J'Vonne Hadley layup with 15 minutes left in the second half. But Colorado went scoreless for almost four minutes while Cal scored 11 unanswered points to start a 20-6 run that pulled the Bears within two, 58-56 with 8:16 left.   A 3-pointer by Jalen Cone with 2:32 left put Cal in front for good, 73-70. Tristan da Silva hit a 3-pointer with 25 seconds left to get Colorado within one, 77-76, but Tyson hit two free throws, and after Cody Williams' jumper Cone hit the first of two free throws to make it 80-78. Following a missed 3-point attempt by da Silva with four seconds left, Cone iced the game with another pair of free throws to set the final margin.   Tyson became the first Cal player with a 30-point game since Jordan Shepherd scored 33 in a 78-64 road win at Oregon on Feb. 12, 2022. The 30-point effort was his fifth consecutive game with 20 points or more, which had not been accomplished since Sean Lampley did so between Jan. 4-13, 2001. Tyson was perfect in the second half, shooting 8 of 8 from the floor – including 2 of 2 from 3-point range – and 5 of 5 at the free throw line on the way to 23 of his 30 points.   "Man, JT is special," Cone said. "He's a first-round draft pick — sooner or later people are going to recognize that. He was phenomenal for us. The team came together on the defensive end and on the offensive end he led the way and he didn't disappoint."   Cone, who was 4 of 12 from behind the arc, finished with 17 points while Fardaws Aimaq added six points and 10 rebounds. Grant Newell and Jalen Celestine scored eight points apiece.   The win earned Cal back-to-back wins for the first time this season.   Lampkin finished with 22 points and 11 rebounds for Colorado and da Silva hit 4 of 7 from 3-point range to add 20 points and six boards. Williams contributed 16 points and KJ Simpson added 12.

STAY POSTED For further coverage of Cal men's basketball, follow the Bears on Twitter (@CalMBBall), Instagram (@CalMBBball) and Facebook (/CalMBBall/).

#This is Bear Territory #UC Berkeley #Cal sports #Go Bears

[sweatertheman]

I have exhausted by daily brain cell count thinking about DELTARUNE Lore. What have I come up with?

Well, let's start with some observations.

Kris, Susie, Ralsei, and even Noelle are all capable of straight up ignoring our commands. They can refuse to perform an action we tell them to and straight up "leave the party" when it suits them. Kris will stop you from dropping the Cards in the Light World, and the narration will scold you for attempting it. Kris will stop you from walking into their mother's line of sight while carrying a ball of trash. Kris will refuse to allow you the choice to watch Susie and Noelle on a Snowgrave route. Kris, in 2 chapters, has removed their Soul from their body and, by extension, "left the party," 3 times. Kris will refuse to allow the player to tell Noelle to "Proceed" through their own voice. Kris isn't going to say it for us, because they refuse to participate. Kris is also capable of speaking and even moving without our say-so. Susie doesn't even join the party until the last section of Chapter 1, and even then she will refuse to flirt with an enemy when instructed to. She also straight up says that if you tell her to do something dumb, she'll stop listening to you. In Chapter 2, she leaves the party to go off with Ralsei regardless of whatever you choose. Ralsei is the least willing to disobey commands, which is fitting of him as a Darkner, a being with its own mind but not its own will. He does however occasionally override a descision, like insisting that Chapter 1's Susie intermission be viewed. Noelle is second least willing to disobey a command, but that's part of her character flaws. She can't say no. Even then, she doesn't just do as she's told mindlessly. She refuses to use Snowgrave 3 or 4 times and will only use it when she gets fed up with being told to use it. She then leaves the party of her own accord.

Spamton desires Kris' Soul on the grounds that it will allow him to be the one making the calls. That with it, he can see past the dark, and look into "heaven." When speaking to Spamton, they say they refuse to give up their Soul because of their friends.

Kris, despite being able to undo, ignore, and prevent our control of them, chooses to allow us to control them. They will veto a descision they don't like, but they willingly give up their autonomy. They only occasionally decide to stop us controlling them, and they always bring us back.

ACTing is an ability that, despite explicitly NOT being magic, is capable of doing literally anything. An ACT can give buffs or debuff, it can damage and heal, it can summon things that aren't there and make them disappear when not needed.

ACTs are only ever used in battle, and only by characters who are "in the party." When Susie saves Noelle from Werewires, she does it by using Rude Buster on the control wires.

When a character is "in the party" it means they can recieve commands from us regardless of whether or not Kris is up. The fact that Susie doesn't join the party for so long means that, while she is in the battle, we can't issue any commands to her directly. She is also unwilling to listen to directions from Kris. However, even after she joins the party, she retains the ability to reject our commands. Being in the party solely ditactes the ability to recieve our directions.

During either Susie intermission, Kris' Soul remains inside their body, and dialogue options are spoken directions from their mouth. Susie can barely hear Kris in Chapter 1 because they're in another room behind a brick wall, and in Chapter 2, she doesn't react to those choices because she literally isn't in the room.

ACTing is strictly necessary to beat DELTARUNE. K. Round cannot be defeated without using it, and neither can the Music Guys.

In most cases, ACTing will create a heart-shaped particle effect. This is diegetic to some extent, as the dialogue options for the Ferris Wheel reference it.

"Point and hearts come out."

Ralsei consistently preaches the value of ACTing. He claims FIGHTing is unnecessary, and insists that Susie learn to ACT, partially out of fear of what could happen if she doesn't.

Ralsei has a prevalent Heart motif, with the heart on his robe and on the big door in his castle.

Ralsei claims Kris' Soul contains the FATE OF THE WORLD. As a fitting parallel to this, the DELTA RUNE, an image representing the Propehcy of the end of the world and the heroes that undo and/or prevent it, is heart-shaped, with the three triangles and winged circle contained within.

Dual Heal, Red Buster, and Courage are all accessed via the ACT menu.

In Chapter 2, ACTs initiated from Kris' ACT menu will be more powerful than ones from Susie and Ralsei's Magic menus.

After the Goner Maker but before the Opening, a distinctly Non-Gaster voice will discard your vessel, state that no one can choose who they are in this world, then tell you your name is Kris, though that last part comes through the mouth of Toriel. This voice shares speech patterns with Chara Dreemurr.

It is implied Gaster has seen a future in which the heroes fail, and brings in the player to create a new future where they succeed. It is also implied Kris has seen this "old future" as well.

Kris Dreemurr shares many similarities with Chara Dreemurr. A love of chocolate, a green shirt with a yellow stripe, non-descript pants, some kind of preoccupation with knives, a snarky attitude and prankster streak, etc.

Putting all this together, I present my latest theories.

For one, ours is the power to ACT. Only characters in the party can ACT, and ACTing can create things that aren't there, as well as cause anything to happen. Kris, our defacto vessel, can ACT better than anyone else, because they have the most direct connection to us. We are represented by a heart, and hearts appear when an ACT is used. Ralsei, a proponent of ACTing, has a heart on his robe, and on his big door. The DELTA RUNE, the prophecy of the heroes, is heart-shaped. The Prophecy requires that ACTs be used in order to progress. In this theory, Gaster brought in the player specifically because they have the power to ACT. They have the power to change things, to make anything happen. Spamton wants Kris' Soul in the hopes that he will be able to change things. That he won't be a slave to someone else's will.

The second part of this theory is that Kris was the one to reject the Vessel. Kris allows themselves to be controlled for their friends' sakes. While capable of removing us directly or telling someone about us, they don't, because it was their choice to allow us in the first place. In this theory, Kris already failed to save the world, but the timeline was reset. Gaster, seeing that Kris failed, calls in the player, but Kris decides to steal a second chance. While not his intention, Gaster does not object to Kris' interjection, because it doesn't matter to him. As long as they player is there, there's hope. This theory actually goes hand in hand with the first, as Gaster summons the player for the power to ACT, and Kris takes them in by their own descision, as their own autonomy is not as important as that power. It's a small price to pay. Kris, when they do remove our influence, seems less concerned with getting away from us, and more concerned with keeping us around. They could just crush that heart or stab it, or even just throw it away, but instead they keep it locked up in a cage, hidden in a cabinet, or stuffed in the couch. And when they're done making a Dark Fountain in their own living room, they put us right back in place, but not before holding up the heart, as if staring at it in awe.

anyway as i said i have no braincells left feel free to tell me why im wrong have a good nighttfftffx

#deltarune #theory #deltarune analysis #my brain cell #destroyed #but hey #that's just a theory #A GAAAAAME THEEEORYYY

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 6 ("Presenting Lorelai Gilmore") Part 2

Between the presence of Christopher, Dean, and Richard (who is being an asshole), it's already a Three Ring Jerk Du Soleil.

Portrait of the TWWGG author trying to get through a Dean/Christopher Nightmare

Despite all the D.A.R.E. program education she received at Stars Hollow Junior High, nothing could have prepared Rory Gilmore for the day she would be offered a Midori Sour in a flask at a debuntate ball.

Pictured: A Midori Sour.

I guess we can excuse this one because she's plastered and knows not what she speaks. Now it's Richard's turn to jump into the Three Ring Jerk Du Soliel. He acts like a pompous asshole and starts a loud argument with Emily. What is so pressing that Richard cannot contain his anger for another a few hours and has to make a scene at his grandaughter's party?

Oh, it turns out he's making a total scene in public and raising his voice at his wife because he's cranky about some business related bullshit.

Isn't there any intermission in this Three Ring Jerk Du Soleil? I want a break, to get up, stretch my legs, visit the concession stand, get some nachos, maybe stop by the souvenir stand too, and I'll get one of those giant foam fingers. Richard's explaination to Emily about his role at his company/their argument goes on FOREVER ("FOREVER" in the context in this show is about 2 minutes, by my standards), while Lorelai is standing there watching, and it's not interesting or relevant and I'm shooting past it. This is like all of those horrible season 4 episodes where AmyShermanPalladino actualy thought anyone, especially her young female target demographic, would ever give a flying cupcake about Richard and Jason's business baloney storylines. It feels uncharacteristic to me that he would act like this at his grandaughter's ball. I usually love Richard and his relationship with Rory but this episode is a swing and a miss.

Rory's view as she descends the staircase. This feels like the scene in Titanic where Jack meets Rose at the bottom of the stairs, except instead of Jack Dawson, it's just Butthead. Now Emily is in a bad mood (?!?!) so she tells Lorelai that she is a constant disappointment to her. Me: Lorelai, I fear one day you're going to kill your mother and end up the subject of a true crime podcast. Lorelai: Um, you're talking about those "podcast" things again... Me: Nevermind. Rory is blissfully unaware that any of this happening. Rory, Crusty, Butthead and Lorelai leaving the ball: Rory: Thanks for going with me. Butthead: Tomorrow, you start paying. Better start warming up those hands, Rory. #HandjobsForTheHollow Crusty: I have to get going. I have work in the morning. Rory: You don't even have time to get some fries? Rory Gilmore my sweet summer child thinking your father could actually spare 15 minutes of his miserable life to eat a burger with you. And now in another round of our favorite game, Bargaining with Buttheads: "I'll get up early and have coffee with you tomorrow instead." FINE. Lorelai To Crusty: "I just want to say how happy I am that you came through for Rory tonight. I'm giving you credit. Big credit. Major credit." Warm up those hands, Lorelai. #HandjobsForTheHollow #BlowjobsForTheHollow Lorelai explains to Christopher that Boston is not that far from The Hollow and would he pretty please stop by once and a while? Maybe to see his daughter?

Me:I don't like this! Social distancing, people! Lorelai: What's social distancing? Me: Nevermind.

NOOOOO!! THE HORRORS!! Lorelai, In A Sultry Voice: I heard the I-84 can get jammed on the weekends. Maybe you should stay over and avoid the traffic. The I-84 is her vagina and the traffic is his penis?

THERE IS A GOD.

#JusticeForSherrie Justice for all the women on this show with terrible tastes in men, may they one day find redemption. Crusty: Lor, you and I are both connected. I'm not sure what overly-repeated nickname is more vomit inducing, "Lor" or "Ace". I'm gonna say Ace by just a smidge. Thankfully I have no intention of going past season 4 ever again and having to put up with Hunts Burger. Sticking a minute long segment Jess at the end of an episode is a stroke of genius. It's like a palette cleanser. He washes away all the bad tastes in my mouth. Look at him. LOOK AT HIM.

This must be the same euphoria that Rory is currently feeling after ditching Beavis and Butthead and her stuffy dress and digging into a burger at her comfortable home town diner. SWEET RELIEF.

LOOK AT THE BABY. LOOK AT HIM!

#gilmore girls #rory gilmore #lorelai gilmore #Crusty #Denise Rewatches Gilmore Girls #Gilmore Girls Season 2 #Presenting Lorelai Gilmore #Richard Gilmore #Jess Mariano

[minuy600]

The Ported Arcade Games Of 1981 #1: February

Racing fans beware, a copycat is on the loose.

New Rally-X

Other name(s): ニューラリーX (JP name) Developer: Namco Publisher: Namco Original release date: February 6, 1981 (JP) What did I play it on?: Arcade Archives on Switch

What's the game about?: It's Rally-X again. But betterrrrr. Collect the flags in a maze and you win. Hit another car or a rock and you die. What's the game look like?:

What's the sound like?: After Rally-X had a very rudimentary 'soundtrack', this time, there's two full songs that play throughout the game. The sound effects also got a paint job to be a bit more modern-sounding. What's new about this one?: The layouts and colors used are new. The game got a significant downshift in difficulty. The main 'star of the show' are the lucky flags that give you as many points as the time you have remaining, though. That's about it. How much singleplayer content is there?: Same exact deal as Rally-X. 4 layouts, 3 stages on the first layout and then 4 on the subsequent ones, to make it a 15-stage game before it loops at a higher difficulty. How far did I get?: At the time of writing, I actually managed to beat this one and got to round 17. Imagine how proud I am. Any multiplayer?: Don't think so, no.

Quick thoughts: I'm never gonna play the original again. All the small changes, especially the toned down difficulty, make this a far more accessible and enjoyable time. Makes the start of the game a bit boring, but once it ramps up, it's perfectly balanced. Graphics: Mostly the same as usual, still pretty good for the time. The pastel colors for the level layouts are a little weird, though, will admit. That's what makes it stand out, I suppose. (7/10) Sound: Now, that's a catchy tune! The 'challenging stage' (they fixed the Engrish, woo) music in particular just makes me happy for some reason. You can see the intermission music from Pac-Man was starting to become their main leitmotif here. I feel some of the new sounds are a little obnoxiously loud however. The older sound effects were a bit more gentle. (8/10) Fun Factor: Dare I say that this beats out the original Pac-Man to some degree? There's more randomness (of the good kind) involved and the controls don't feel nearly as slippery as the original Rally-X nor the Pacster. Plus, it's a little less of a grind to get far, which I see as a bonus. Doesn't mean it's EASY, of course. I'd say they're equals in terms of the gameplay, but Pac-Man has more personality and was more of a revolution in gaming. Still great and the way the original should have been. (8/10) Longevity: Getting good at this one is still going to take you a while and is far less stupid than on a game like Tank Battalion, but it's no competition compared to the Pacster. The fact I do have a twitch reaction to play this one while having my Switch on is a good sigh, however. This one's addictive as heck. (8/10)

Conclusion in 3 sentences: A wonderfully improved title that passes the Namco seal of quality convincingly. Definitely worth your time if you find it in an arcade or in a Namco compilation. It may not beat Pac-Man in terms of charm, but then again, what in 1981 does?

Route-16

Other name(s): ルート16 (JP) Developer: Tekhan, Sun Electronics Publisher: Gifu Tokki (JP), Centuri (US), Sun Corporation (EU) Original release date: February 1981 (JP) What did I play it on?: Arcade Archives on Switch

What's the game about?: Keeping up with games themed around driving around in mazes and collecting items, this time you gotta fidget your way around a sprawling 16-screen map and find all the money bags. You can turn the opponents into money bags by collecting chequered flags, too, pretty much like the ghosts in Pac-Man. Ooo. Also, the Dodge 'Em accelaration button returns for some reason. What's the game look like?:

What's the sound like?: A short repetitive tune plays, that changes to Toreador(?) when you have changed your opponents into e-e-e-easy money. What's new about this one?: Mostly, the fact that the maze is multiple screens connected by a zoomed out map, so you make the trek between all the locations that have moneybags in 'em. How much singleplayer content is there?: From what I can TELL, stage 4 has 5 rival cars and that appears to be the max that the game can handle. Could be that the game gets faster after that, but I couldn't tell it from the footage I reviewed. How far did I get?: Stage 4 was my personal limit as to how much I could take. Seems like I peaked there. Any multiplayer?: Alternating once more. It's good to be back.

Quick thoughts: Outside of the ingenious idea of having a huge sprawling map with different layouts, which would become more commonplace by the end of the year, uuuugh this game is just a worse Rally-X, i'm sorryyyy. At least it put Sunsoft and Tecmo on the map as serious developers... still a couple more years before they become good though. Graphics: It's slightly smoother than whatever framerate Tank Battalion was running at, or those funny as hell Taito balloon games, but that isn't saying much. The main POSITIVE I will admit, is the clever way the map zooms out when you leave an area. Otherwise, it's too basic and has ugly ass colors. (5/10) Sound: The repetitive main music will drive you insane and makes you wanna mute the game after a minute. Sad cuz the sound effects are passable and I kinda dig some Toreador action. (4/10) Fun Factor: Isn't really there. The game feels both too cramped and too spacious. There's only about 10 moneybags per stage plus a couple more flags, put allll over the map with 16 mazes. And usually, most of them are put in just a couple of those, so yeah. Makes the levels last a lot longer than they really need to. Plus, the controls feel a lot more like the original Rally-X over it's New variety. Gross. Will admit that the acceleration button removes like half the grind, though. If you got an extremely open mind, MAYBE this could be okay. I'm not one of those people. (5/10) Longevity: It's yet another case of 'IF you enjoy the basic gameplay loop, you are gonna get a decent amount out of it'. However, since the game is so unremarkable and adds nothing new outside of slightly tweaked layouts and more (and faster) opponents at some point, this is looking rather grim alongside it's cohorts. Reaching stage 4 may take you a little bit, but when you're done, you're done. It has no gravitational pull like most of Namco's output has (5/10)

Conclusion in 3 sentences: Although you could argue the score runs a little low for the few genuine innovations it does have, this is still largely inferior to Rally-X and has since been completely replaced by it's improved port on the Famicom. Sunsoft and Tecmo would turn out alright in the end, and it all started with plagarism. Woo.

#minuy600 #review #retro gaming #sona #arcade #1981 #namco #new rally-x #tecmo #sunsoft #route-16

[flyingcircusbracket]

clips and episode titles below!

Albatross - S1E13: Intermission (just the albatross part of this clip - not come back to my place)

2. Bicycle Repair Man - S1E3: How to Recognize Different Types of Trees from Quite a Long Way Away

3. Bogus Psychiatrists - S4E4: Hamlet

4. Oscar Wilde Sketch - S3E13: Grandstand

5. Restaurant Abuse/Cannibalism - S1E13: Intermission

6. The Mouse Problem - S1E2: Sex and Violence

7. Woody and Tinny Words - S4E3: The Light Entertainment War

8. Flying Lessons - S2E3: Deja Vu

#monty python #monty python's flying circus #mod note: oh sweet tumblr decided to post this too 😑 oh well! two for one today #round one

[stealthrockdamage]

top five unjust depths moments. top five silly oomf tweets and/or poasts. top five kimoments. mwah.

hi dear thank you for so many lists to write. mwah.

okay extremely fucking long post inbound i'm putting this under a read more thank you

TOP 5 UNJUST DEPTHS MOMENTS:

This is such a difficult list to write because there are just SO many good moments, constantly, and in writing it I keep thinking "I have to include something from this part of the story!" and deleting things and replacing them with other things. So I have to just settle on five Really Good Moments but please understand that my favourite moments could be any of a list of, like, 30, probably, depending on the day you catch me. lmao. This list is definitely full of recency bias - I am trying so hard to pick the absolute best stuff. And I will fail. But it's okay.

5. Basically every Marykova moment ever.

Okay okay I'm biased because Maryam is Literally Me but I think it's really sweet the way that, like, Shalikova just starts out so embittered and embroiled in her trauma and Maryam just effortlessly draws out a different side of her. And none of it changes that Shalikova is still dealing with the things that happened to her in the past, but when she goes out in the diver during Goryk's Gorge and really truly almost dies fighting Selene, and just comes back aboard the Brigand and realizes "I need to kiss Maryam right now" it's so incredible. I love them a lot.

4. Arabella casually telling everyone she wants to creampie Zachikova so fucking bad.

Something up with this fish girl.

3. Ulyana/Aaliyah's extremely bad meet-cute.

This was the bit where it really clicked into place in my mind that I was going to adore Unjust Depths. Madiha cooked. Always remember - Ulyana has the Disco Elysium voices in her head. She is at all times just rolling good enough to get by. Bless her heart.

2. Majida being chastised for celebrating her victory in Arc 1 Intermission 6.

I think Majida is an absolutely excellent character, and originally I thought this entry should be the bit where she uses prayer to summon forth the strength she needs to use Spacial Control, but I thought to myself it would be criminal if I didn't have anything from The Moon Under The Mountain. And I think this particular moment was just such a clear and strong tone-setter, during the early bits of Unjust Depths. It's so so good. I have like nothing of consequence to even say just, read it. I love it.

1. HOMA PULLING IMANI INTO A KISS TO DISTRACT HER AND HIT HER WITH THE PUNCH INJECTOR!!!

my godddddd ohhhhh my goddddd it's peakkkkkk it's fucking peakkkkkkk homa finally decides she needs to try to be a hero she decides the volkisch aren't on her side and she wants to "rescue" imani she's deeply misguided and stuck in her feelings and has a moment of incredible unbelievable swag aughughghhhhhh

TOP 5 OOMFIE POSTS:

okay i haven't put a lot of thought into this i just love or hate these posts a lot and want to make everyone look at them.

5. Silent Hill "eatin a burger with no honey mustard"

okay kind of cheating because i'm in this post but who cares. milk kinda went off with this. i'm always saying "eatin a burger with no honey mustard." and it makes me think of the silent hill music every fucking time. all-timer.

4. Izzy impregnation mental gymnastics

I am not explaining this one. nor will i link to it. die forever.

3. Stupid Faggot Shark

thank you rachel for this all-time heater post

2. Tgirl Beak Shapes

my bestie is so wise for this. this post has 20k to me

1. My Therapist, Broly

6 years on still the best. dak the genius of forever.

TOP 5 KIM MOMENTS:

5. when we played phasmophobia duos that one time and you were so so so scared. kept going back to the truck to just watch me. andwe had to stop after 2 rounds because i did the old "die in front of your eyes as a bit" trick and it scared you too much. it was cute

4. like the very first time we ever hung out and hopped on monster hunter rise and found out we had independently made our wyvern riding auto callouts virtually the same ("do a flip"/"do a backflip" and "check out my cool new dog"/"i'm gonna pet this dog so good") it was so goofy. truly our brains have been aligned from the beginning

3. what if there were monsters in the dark forest

2. you showing me cool horror movies. it's just the best. coziest shit ever.

you getting way too excited about tricking people into thinking you and i are dating

#kimpining #ask #this was a joy to write...