#mad dogs (uk)

[aisforinterval]

I JUST REMEMBERED THE TELEVISION PROGRAM "MAD DOGS" EXISTED AND IT JUMPSCARED THE FUCK OUT OF ME BECAUSE I WAS LIKE "WHY WAS I TALKING ABOUT MAD DOG BACK IN 2014

AND NOW IM IN A RABBIT HOLE SO UH

DOES ANYONE HAVE THAT ONE PROMO IMAGE FROM THE SHOW WITH THE CAR IN THE SWIMMING POOL, I AM LOSING MY MIND TRYING TO FIND IT

[modmad]

I know that you got that cool hybrid fursona by tumbl vote (Our Fursona) and the hyena does make sense for you but I have to stick my oar in and say you are to me the most fox coded person. maybe the Only True fox coded person bc you are so damned cunning with the foreshadowing and pun drops in your comic but also you are so Silly and go zoomies with new media you love AND you excude the pleased wiggles and crazy sound effects and still have Very pointy teeth that tug my heart feelings. so yea.

:O !!!

;v; compliment/extra fursona designation accepted

[whisperthelocalcrypticbastard]

whumptober day 16

amongst all these villains, I will be a friend (632 words) by Whisper Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mad Dogs (UK TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Quinn Paterson & Lyod Baxter & Steve Woods & Rick Heston Characters: Quinn Paterson, Lloyd Baxter, Steve Woods, Rick Heston Additional Tags: Angst, Whump, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Cuddling, Hugging, Crying, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 17 of Whispers Whump (2024) Summary: prompt: hostile environment They needed this. title: villains - luca fogale

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Deep Purple - Mad Dog

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

LABEL MATES ON CLAY -- THE HOME OF BURNING ANGER & HEAVY METAL PUNK.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on the culmination of the ENGLISH DOGS supporting DISCHARGE on a British tour in 1983, with the former signing to Clay Records in the same year and releasing the 6 track EP titled "Mad Punx And English Dogs" in July 1983. A record advert for both groups.

PIC(S) #2 & 3: Record adverts for the band's "Never Again" (1981) & "Born to Die in the Gutter" (1984) 7 inch vinyl singles, also released under the Clay label.

Dis nightmare still @$!*#&% continues!!

Sources: www.picuki.com/media/2203906038607853546 (Picuki 3x).

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[fjordfolk]

see what i mean

this sheltie has that male dumb frat boy expression. classic show sable, cant be mad

[onlyangel4]

unexpected. SMAU. LH44. part one.

lewis hamilton x tattoo artist! reader

in which reader is the last person someone you expect to find in the paddock and that is what makes him drawn to you. or lando's tattoo artist friend visits the paddock to tattoo zak brown after the miami gp win and the internet goes mad.

warnings- cursing

part 2

main faceclaim is ryan ashley malarkey

y/ntattoos posted two stories

story one written: lando keeps on trying to get me to wear papaya.

story two written: because apparently my current outfit is not "race ready"

f1wags

liked by user 4, f1fan7, landofan3 and 52,318 others

f1wags: a new face was spotted in the mclaren hospitality suite. admin snapped this picture and then watched as the woman took a picture. admin asked the other woman in the picture who the girl was she explained it was y/n y/ln and then rushed off. who is this girl?

landofan3: admin i would have expected you to know that. this is@.y/ntattoos she is best friends with lando's cousin jenna and has known lando since he was born. her being in the paddock makes me think that zak is getting that tattoo.

user4: whoever she is i hope she isn't a wag, the face tattoos are a bit much

user7: she is just a tattoo artist not a wag don't worry

f1fan7: omg y/n is in the paddock, zak brown better run

user10: who is she?

f1fan7: one of the best tattoo artists in the uk, celebrities fly to london just to get tattooed by her. she is the artist behind harry styles' fern tattoos and she did rhianna's hand tattoos.

user23: so idk really know who she is but did you guys see the video of the other drivers when she walked past with lando. i stg lewis almost broke is neck and daniel's jaw dropped.

mclaren posted two stories tagging y/ntattoos

story one written: the artist

story two written: the art

y/ntattoos

liked by landonorris, danielricciardo, lewishamilton and 923,459 others

y/ntattoos: so i have noticed that since i was pictured in the paddock and posted on mclaren socials i have gained a lot of followers so i thought i should introduce myself to all the new people on my page.

hi! i'm y/n, i have been tattooing since i was eighteen (seventeen years). i specialize in ornate jewelry pieces but i do love all aspects of tattooing. i am a dog mum to a five year old pomeranian called lilith.

i know the question on all of your minds is "why the fuck was she in the paddock", the simple answer is that i have known lando since the day he was born as i am best friends with his cousin @.jennanorris and when he won in miami he called me and asked me to do the honors of tattooing one zak brown (who didn't cry like i thought he would)

anyways it is lovely to make your acquaintance and remember to congratulate lando on his podium.

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user12: she really said, if you are going to talk shit about me online then at least get to know me first

user32: shit she is talented

lewishamilton: roscoe would love to meet lilith sometime

y/ntattoos: i'm sure that could be arranged

user16: go on lewis get yourself a hot tattooed girlfriend. we believe in you.

user29: idk still don't like the idea of her being around the drivers. she has bad influence written all over her.

user16:she is 35 you teenagers need to leave this grown woman alone

mclaren: we expect to see you back in the paddock when oscar takes his first win

y/ntattoos: yes boss

landonorris: i was dissapointed, wanted to see zak cry like a baby

y/ntattoos: well you won't even let me tattoo you. so maybe you are the baby

user4: i love her already

[totallyhextra]

People? In MY computer?? It's more likely than you think!

The following is a fanvertisment and is not connected to the show. ****Yet.*** *Also yes, this is the fourth time I'm posting this because TUMBLR WONT LET ME EDIT SPELLING MISTAKES!

ANYWAY,

Once upon a time, back in 1987, Dire Straits put out this music video for “Money for Nothing”, which, as you know, was a song about wanting my MTV. 

The video was made by two guys (Gavin Blair and Ian Pearson) on a very moody computer. After the video went out, these two guys went to a pub:

Ian: “Hey, we should make a whole show like this!”

Gavin: “Dude, making three minutes almost killed us.”

And so it was decided!🎉

The two guys were joined by two other guys (Phil Mitchell and John Grace) and created the Hub, which then became Mainframe Entertainment. They got even more people, and then they all holed up in this hotel.

They were mad lads with a dream: a whole cgi animated show, and they made it happen a whole year before Toy Story!

Behold! ReBoot!

(Yes that fever dream was real)

Now before I get any of this:

Let me lay this down. If you can’t with the animation of the first season because it was CUTTING EDGE IN 1994, you can close your eyes and listen to it. ReBoot wasn’t just a CGI gimmick. The characters are fully developed, the voice actors are peerless, the plot is sharp, and there’s so many easter eggs that you’ll never find them all.

Never

(And yes the episode "Bad Bob" was the actual catalyst for Fury Road. Look it up)

ReBoot is about what life is like in a computer (in the 90s, because it was the 90s) called Mainframe (because of course it is). People are sprites, the guys that look like 1s and 0s are binomes (which represent 1s and 0s). Bad guys are viruses, and the good guy is a Guardian named Bob, who is a certified cinnamon roll.

In the first season the eps are light and self-contained, mainly because there was constant friction between the Mainframe studios and the Board of Standards and Practices.

They still got away with some pretty dark stuff, like Megabyte (virus) making Enzo (the kid) watch his dog get sliced open (dog got away, obviously) , Dot (sprite) have a hallucinatory breakdown, and the fridge horror of realizing the thousands of worm things (nulls) that plunged off a bridge to their death were actually people.

And Hex's (virus

best girl) scary face single-handedly traumatized an entire generation. 🙂

But busting through a window was a no go, because WhAt If tHe cHiLdReN dID iT tOo?

Anyway, halfway through the second season, ABC cut them loose, so they were like, fuck it, we’re going to start going hard. The story shifted from episodic to arcs and things start to get serious.

Third season the show moved to YTV in Canada, which gave no fucks about shielding the innocent children.

So it got DARK

How dark?

The UK refused to show the entire season, so the audience there had to wait until pirated copies made it across the pond to see how it ended.

Also by 1997, the animation was gorgeous. (Best example of third season animation I could think of that didn't have spoilers)

The show was green-lit for a fourth season on Cartoon Network, but halfway through production Warner Bros took over and the same fucking thing happened.

Because Mainframe was halfway done, they decided not to scrap all of it, but knowing they wouldn't be able to finish it correctly, Mainframe stripped anything that would hint at Season Four's true ending, then left what remained on a cliff-hanger of angst.

FOR 22 YEARS

(It's also why the last four eps of season four seem to make no sense)

And so it was.

Other crap happened, the soul left Mainframe, and its animated corpse spat out “The Guardian Code” in 2018. 

But never say die! The year is (almost) 2024, 30 years later. ReBoot shall rise from the dead, because here come the documentary!!

Do you dare see what you’ve been missing?

What the (UK) government doesn’t want you to know?? 

Then come on down to ReBoot!

We got:

Magnificent bastards with sexy voices!

(Tony Jay at his best)

Kickass women who could probably crush your head with their thighs and you’d enjoy it!

Innuendos in a kid's show!

💗 This adorable cinnamon roll!! 💗

Insane third season glow-ups!

YOUR NEW GOD

These guys!

(Gay roller-skating binome is my boi. I named him Jerry)

Nonstop cultural refs (You'll never find them all. Never.)

(There are literally videos dedicated to trying)

So many computer puns!

Body Horror!

Existential Crisis!

HAVE I MENTIONED YOUR NEW GOD?

This is it, folks! The real thing, the gem hidden in the moose-filled forests of Canadia!🌲🌲🌲

Take a trip inside a mid-90’s computer!

See the World Wide Web! (omg):

Witness the original purple Gamecubes that randomly fall from the sky when the owner of the computer (OUR GOOD LORD THE USER) wants to play a game. If it lands on people and they lose, they dissolve into mindless energy leeches, fated to tormented by their former bretheren for all of eternity.

Just like in real life! 🙃

So watch the eps! They on YouTube!

I think they're on Pluto, Hulu, Sling, and Tubi too! Also DVDs for people who have the patience to wait for them!

WATCH! BELIEVE! SUFFER THE SOUL-CRUSHING RAGE OF THE SEASON 4 CLIFF-HANGER!* (come on, its fun!)*

HYPE THE DOC!

The more people hype, the better the chances of actually getting it finished.

NOW SHARE THIS WITH EVERYONE!

And now I will leave you with this screenshot from the ep "Painted Windows", where dicks can clearly be seen drawn upon the wall behind the fleeing anthropomorphized television.

(PS: If you heard the clown pic at the top of the page in your head, you're welcome)

IMPORTANT UPDATE

This message is now approved by Gavin Blair! He's an awesome guy. Show him some love on TWITTER (fuck you musk) at @TheRealMrSweary Also, if you want to share this with non-tumblr friends, here is my attempt at a webpage version:

theseventhstarprojects.com/REBOOT.html

[bapple117]

Velvette Slang Masterlist: for the fandom

A gift from a humble Brit to anyone (not from the UK) wanting to write Velv convincingly ~

Hello you wayward sinner!

Are you looking to write Velvette into a fan fiction, comic, roleplay or something else? Would you like to make her sound legit but you have no idea about British (or indeed, South London) slang? FEAR NOT! I, Bapple, am here to hold your hand and guide you through the wonderful world of British slang so you can have fun making Velv sound legit. Let's proceed!

Not all of this will be limited to the UK, of course, and it's not an exhaustive list of ALL British slang either - it's just the kind of things Velv WOULD say as someone from South London.

Insults

For men: bastard, prick, wanker, knob, dickhead, wankstain, bellend, git, tosser, sod, cock, pillock, numpty, codger (means old man)

For women: bint, bitch, slag, wench, slut, tart, trollop, scrub

For anyone: arsehole, arse, twat, sket, muppet, minger (means ugly), bugger, gobshite, cretin

The absolute worst thing you can call someone else is cunt - this is very strong and isn't used in casual conversation, unless you are in VERY informal company, in which case it's thrown around like it's nothing at all. (Come here you cheeky cunt - playful)

Terms of Endearment

Babes, hun, luv, darlin', sweetheart, mate, sweetie, mucker, pal, blud, fam, dear, dearie, honey

Eg: "Alright babes? How's it going darlin?'"

British people often use insults affectionately, too, especially with close friends as a way to tease / banter. (You silly sod, you useless prick, you cheeky git, you daft muppet, etc)

Slang Words

Drunk: trollied, smashed, pissed, wasted, legless, hammered, sloshed, battered, bladdered, merry, shitfaced, arseholed, plastered, lashed

Good: banging, well good, mint, the dogs bollocks, ace, blinding, cracking, brill, fab, neat, beast, fresh, hench, jokes (that's jokes innit), lush, peng (good looking), sick, wicked, peak, wavy

Bad: grim, naff, shite, shit, crap, tat (useless old tat), minging, rank, dry, nasty, humming (means gross)

Pleased: chuffed, buzzing, tickled pink, sorted (I'm sorted mate)

Annoyed: gutted, miffed, pissed off, fucked off, fuming, raging, ticked off, well annoyed, bovvered (used more sarcastically eg: I aint bovvered), vexed

Curses

Bollocks, fucking hell, bloody hell, bugger, piss off, any of the insults used above

Other random words

Bare = a lot of (eg bare money)

Chirpsing, grafting = flirting

Garms = clothes

Lips = kiss (are you tryna lips me?)

Peng ting = good looking person / high quality thing

Standard = of course, yeah no duh (Yeah that's standard mate.)

Tight = cheapskate (Don't be so bloody tight!)

Yard = your house (Come over to my yard)

Banter = conversation that's funny, casual, playful (S'just banter innit)

Convo, chinwag, chat = conversation

Defo = short for definite (Oh he's defo up to something)

Other random phrases

Are you taking the mick? = are you mocking me?

Stop faffing around = be serious and stop messing about

That's mad = wow, I can't believe what you just said or that's amazing

Allow it = just leave it, it's no big deal (Whatever mate, allow it)

Other helpful pointers

When British people (who talk like Velv) swear angrily we do so many times in a whole sentence and add a lot of qualifiers, eg:

"Fuck off you fucking prick, you absolute fucking useless arsehole!"

"Don't piss me off babes or I'll fucking end your shitty little life!"

Making a crude observation about something nearly always a curse in-front of it, eg:

"That's fucking rank."

"It was fucking buzzing mate!"

The Magical Use of Innit:

Innit is a wonderful word that can be used everywhere, especially for someone from South London. It basically means "isn't it?" but it has MANY uses. It can be used to mean an agreement, like "I know right?"

"That was well good innit"

"He's a right twat" - response: "INNIT!"

"It's fuckin grim in here" - "Innit mate"

Adding "well" to words

That was well good - that was well bad - that was well grim

(You get the idea)

That's about it for now!

If I think of anything else I will edit this masterlist and if anyone has any questions please feel free to pop them in my inbox. Happy writing!

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Hi! You would be the most amazing person in the world if you accepted this writing request! But also, I completely understand if you don't feel like writing this. /gen

I would super love if you wrote (spicy) dominant pirate captain England capturing fem!reader (or regular America if you would rather do M×M) and taking the reader back to his ship to keep her as his prisoner/pet/whatnot. Bonus points for him wearing gloves and him calling the reader "love."

It's so hard to find top!Arthur and UKUS fanfictions. This would mean the world to me! Whether you decide to write this request or not, thank you!

⭐️I hope you enjoy this ⭐️

Double Feature Post it’s both a UKUS fic and a Pirate! UK x Chubby Fem reader that’s spicy af . (well the fem reader is more sweet love making than anything else but still spice sooooo)

‼️🚨Viewer Discretion Advised this is a A SPICE POST🚨‼️

Alfred had just reached another dead end in the maze of tunnels that he hoped would keep him away from the psychopathic pirate. He hated him with every ounce of his being. He’s taken away his peaceful life, friends, & his beloved cat. He’d never forgive him for that. 

“Where are you, my beloved pet? Aren’t you hungry?” The crazed pirate's voice echoed against the narrow walls, a stark reminder of his madness. 

The sound of his voice grated against Alfred's ears. He couldn’t stand this man's arrogance. It made Alfred angrier, and his blood began to boil. He tried to steady his bloody hands as he tried to find another way out. He could hear the numerous footsteps getting closer. He began to pick up his pace again through another corridor as silently as he could without tipping the pirates off. 

“Ha. Ha. How cute.” He’s caught wind of Alfred's location through the walls. It was like trapping a scared mouse in a maze. Arthur sends a few of his men towards the opposing end of the corridor to corner him. 

The hairs on Alfred's neck began to stand at attention. He could sense the danger closing in. It felt as though an anvil had been dropped in his stomach. Numerous footsteps filled his ears. He reached the end of his rope when he bumped into one of his men. It wasn’t long before he’d been hog-tied & being carried back to the pirate captain's ship. 

Once there, the torture would begin. Arthur snapped his fingers, and the henchmen tore off his clothes like a hungry pack of dogs. 

“Augh, no, you awful bastards!” He does his best to squirm and break free from their grips. 

Arthur slowly walked up to his defenseless plaything. His grin gleamed in the late afternoon sky. Pure schadenfreude. 

He swiftly catches the sandy blonde's chin in his gloved hand. 

Alfred wanted to try and kick that damned smirk off his face. When he tried, his leg was quickly caught. 

“Oh, my precious pet~ Excited to see me & play, are we?” Alfred saw his green eyes glimmer with mischief. 

“I have a name Jackass!” Arthurs's grin only grew wider. He snapped his fingers once more & his men swiftly got to work, chaining his arms, legs, neck, & abdomen to the ground. 

Arthur's famished verdant eyes fired up veins & cock that was becoming excited that he’d found his captive at last. The damned pirates made sure to spread his legs wide open. Arthur knew Alfred was relatively dumb, and he knew he’d have a huge cock. He was right. 

Alfred hated how the cold, dirty metal felt on his skin and open wounds. He hated how this damned pirate made him feel worthless and weak. Even his manhood had been chained with a purity lock. Alfred tried to keep his attention on the early evening sky painted deep orange, pink, and purple. The sunlight was fading fast, just like his hope that he could escape the torture that was about to happen next. Alfred could hear the rattling of a box from somewhere on the ship. 

Arthur walked closer to his precious pet, lying on the hardwood and avoiding eye contact. Arthur had two items in his hands: a lemon and a knife. He instantly cut the lemon in two. Arthur wasted no time squeezing the juice onto Alfred’s open wounds. 

“Ahhhh! AHHH! STOP …ugh! AHHH!” 

Alfred’s shrieks of agony filled the sadistic pirates' ears with glee. All of his men simply watched onward as if it was a play. This was a typical day for them. 

Arthur dragged this out for a few minutes. His ego & dick began to rise from the pleasure of causing pain. He loved Alfred’s cries for mercy. Once he was done, he threw the completely dry lemon slices overboard. As they splashed into the sea, Alfred swallowed hard. He was dreading what was going to happen next. 

Arthur had flung his dagger close enough to Alfred’s face to thinly cut it. Some crimson came dripping out. He bent down close to Alfred’s face meeting it with that same damned grin. 

‘Damn him! Damn him! Damn him!’ Was all he could think on repeat in his mind. 

He could once again feel his leather-gloved hand on his face. He hated the sensation. 

“Now. Who’s going to be a good boy?” He asked patronizingly. 

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re talking to! “ He tried to rile himself up. Stay strong and play the hero. 

Arthur simply rises up slowly. The atmosphere was even more ominous than before. Arthur had pulled out his spellbook and flipped to the spell he was searching for. 

Alfred suddenly began to feel lightheaded and dizzy. 

‘What the fuck is going on?’ All he could see within his blurred vision was a green glow that emanated beneath his body. Some sparks floated upwards. It felt as though all the veins in his body were being drained of blood. It was all being concentrated to his cock. 

“Augh…nnnnn..stop..you-” 

Thin strings of light attached themselves to his engorged cock, making him feel a swirl of pleasure and pain. Alfred let out a tormented groan and drew in heavy breaths as he wanted some relief. 

Like a twisted puppet master, he tugged at each string slowly to make sure every muscle could feel the tightness controlling it. Alfred’s penis was begging for release but wasn’t able to do so. Between the purity lock gripping his balls, the strings, & needle that expanded within it made it impossible to ejaculate…unless Arthur allowed him to do so. 

“So tell me pet….Who’s the jackass?” 

Alfred didn’t respond. He didn’t want that pirate to win. He didn’t want to give him any satisfaction. 

Arthur moved his pinky finger & Alfred’s man meat closest to the bottom gripped him tighter. A tortured grunt leaves Alfred, but nothing more. 

Arthur begins to circle Alfred like a ravenous lion. It is filled with nothing but pride and desire. 

He was going to break Alfred down if it was the last thing he did. 

“What’s wrong, love?” He says menacingly, wiggling his ring finger, which wasn’t controlling the strings. He could tell that Alfred wasn’t all the way coherent. He aggressively wiggled his ring finger, which had the strings and was a little higher on his penis than the last. 

Alfred let out an ear-piercing scream. Some on land could hear him cry out. His breathing became fast-paced once again. His cock was beseeching the sky for release. Arthur’s pace picked up, wondering how much longer it would take for Alfred to break finally. 

He proceeded to use his middle finger, raising it to the air. Alfred could feel his pained Johnson rise to meet the command. The pain intensified. All he could do was let out a gasp. He tried to wriggle against his chains but to no avail. It was like being in sleep paralysis. Alfred’s eyes were wide open to bear witness to the sensual torture. 

“Will you finally obey me?”

Alfred simply glared at the pirate in response. 

Arthur proceeded to move his middle finger around wildly. This caused the middle of Alfred’s dick to move from side to side. This was especially difficult since his dick was distended beyond belief.  

Another loud yell came from Alfred’s lungs. 

Arthur loved the agony, lust, & desire to have release that mixed in his eyes like a raging sea storm. The rising inclination in his pants soared as high as a seabird taking off from a coast. He let his eyes wander down to the feast that was Alfred’s cock. He licked his lips. He tossed aside his book, hat, and coat aggressively. He lowered himself over Alfred’s body. Arthur looked at him in the eyes. Blue and green clashed. 

“Oh, my lovely pet~ let me help you feel okay.” He cooed at him mockingly before he claimed Alfred’s lips. Arthur's aroused cock met with his like two swords. This heightened Arthur’s pleasure. It made him want more. It was nothing in size compared to his. However, this fact excited him more. 

Arthur’s tongue was invasive to Alfred, but he couldn’t fight back. He was frozen solid with a schlong that couldn’t have it’s sweet release. After moments of making out, he left Alfred’s lips and began concentrating on his neck. A shiver ran down Alfred’s spine. The amount of force he used with his teeth terrified him of what would happen next. He kissed and bit his way down Alfred’s chiseled body. He occasionally licked one of his wounds or scratches that tasted like lemon juice. He savored it mixed in with the blood.  

Alfred’s eyes twitched at the conflicting sensations. He hated how they felt, but he hated it more when a warm and wet tendon playfully tantalized his dick. He wanted to kick him. He wanted to move. He wanted to scream. But he could do none of that because he was Arthur’s plaything. 

Arthur’s mouth could only encase the top of Alfred’s cock since he’d become so large. He had fun swirling his tongue around the top of his cock like it was a tasty lollipop. During this, he’s cupped his balls and played with them as if they were marbles. 

‘He can get massive. I can’t wait to have more fun with him in my bedroom.’ 

Arthur’s lips then gripped the tip of Alfred’s cock, and his tongue searched for the needle keeping his seed in. Once it found the needle, his tongue expertly fished it out. He jerked his head back. 

Alfred’s cum had spattered everywhere. The stream had used the force of a whale spitting water from its blowhole. Arthur wiped his face from the excessive semen. 

He snapped his fingers again, and his crew cleaned up the ordeal. 

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OKAY! This is where the other feature begins this is the Cute Chubby Fem! Reader part of the ask. So Enjoy. 

Duck had finally settled in, and you’d managed to escape the town you’d lived in, which burned to the ground. The reddish-orange glow in the distance made your heart sink. Everything you loved, everything you knew was being disintegrated into ash. All you could do was cry amidst the screams for help, agony, & despair. You allowed your body, which felt like it had been filled with lead, to be supported by the oak tree that was behind you. You slid down slowly as the copious amount of tears began to flow. Your cries joined the chorus of that of your burning towns. A cacophony of misery. 

This was the melody of the malicious pirate who’d sought you out. 

“Oh love….are you okay? You didn't need to be with those worthless peasants anyway.” Like what you’d see in a nightmare that’s come true, the tall blonde pirate materialized through the flames. 

“No…NO! Please go away!” Your pleas didn’t halt him in his tracks. 

“Oh, what’s the matter love? Afraid?” That question was filled with condescension.

He crouched down to get a better view of your face. You quickly looked away, and you weakly shouted out. 

“Get. Away!” You began to tremble and hyperventilate some. You didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just leave you alone. 

You heard him chuckle darkly in amusement. 

“Not going to happen, my dear.” He hoisted you up over his shoulder with ease. He began to head back to his pirate ship, where he’d have his way with you all through the night. 

He slammed your heavy body onto the bed. Arthur loved the way your stomach undulated along with his bed. Tears were still spilling from your face. It muddled your vision. All you knew was that you felt the bed shift with his weight being added. You were too paralyzed with fear to move, and he maneuvered himself on top of you. 

“Your body is so soft & comfortable Y/N.” 

You could only whimper in response. You were confused about how he even knew your name. You turned your head away. You didn’t want to look at the man that had captured you. 

“OOOOOOOH love~ don’t look away.” His black-gloved hand reached for your perfectly round face. He looked at you directly in your lovely (eye color) orbs. His hand wiped some of the tears away. He was surprisingly gentle. Arthur began to caress your supple love handles gently. You began to feel the heat from his budding erection on your soft stomach. 

Trembling still, you managed to ask….

“Ho…How did you know my name? I’ve never met you before.” 

“You used to own that delightful bakery, right? You and your two workers made all the best-baked goods and sweets. I’d watched you for a long time while in disguise ….of course …and” He gripped your sides tighter as if you’d slip away from him in an instant. 

“I couldn’t bare to lose you to the men who frequented your shop. They flirted with you and put you in harm's way. I hated how the oogled you like hungry wolves. I hated how they’d stare at your perfectly plump body. I wanted every roll, crevace, & love handle to be mine. All just for me. None of them could treat you as well as I could.” 

Arthur took a moment to take in your shocked face as it was filled with confusion & disbelief. Soon, bright red had dusted your face. He adored that look on you. He slowly brought his face closer to yours, and he whispered: 

“I should be the only one to have you.” With that, he pulled out his knife and slowly began to cut through your dress and apron. While never breaking eye contact. Arthur begins to kiss you passionately. 

At first, it was just his lips pressed against yours, gentle pecks and movements up and down to provoke you into kissing back. It took you a few moments, but you did. You at first, ignored the ripping of the fabric. But then, he began to tremble at his rough touch. You reached to push him away. As you did, he caught your hands and placed them both above your head. He clasped them together with handcuffs. 

“Y/N I promise I won’t hurt you, love if you just obey.” It sounded cold, but it was full of care because he truly wanted you & not cause you any harm. But he needed to have his way. You could see the sincerity mixed in with the possession in his bright, verdant eyes. 

“O….okay…uh…” 

“Arthur…my name is Arthur, love. Now you know what to scream when we make love.” 

‘That fabled pirate that I’ve passively heard others gossip about? He…’ 

“Desires you? Of course, who wouldn’t want a lovely lady such as yourself?” His gloved hand caresses your chin as the other hand rips off the rest of your clothes and tosses them somewhere in the room. Arthur rushes to invade your lips once more. This time, he’s rougher and forces his tongue in. His mouth melds with yours like crashing waves of the sea. All that remained on your body was your bra after a few more minutes of making out and leaving you breathless. He abandoned your mouth with a wet pop! Arthur’s famished eyes now concentrate on the rest of your voluptuous body. 

He slowly began to leave a trail of sweet kisses from your chin down to your neck. He ferociously

bites down on your pillowy, soft skin. He loved feasting on your succulent flesh. You let out a few moans from the level of force that he used with his teeth. Arthur left deep bite marks & hickeys all over your neck like a fancy necklace he pillaged from somewhere. He kissed your skin once more once he was done with his first course. 

Once Arthur moved down to the only clothes you had left, which was your bra. He eyed it greedily; it prevented him from seeing your beautiful plump breasts. His teeth caught the fabric like a rabid wolf. He ripped it off with such great force you felt one of the clasps scratch your back. 

Your blush spread across like a fearsome wildfire. 

“Ah!” Your body jerks in surprise at his rough move. 

“Y/N it’s okay. Remember, I don’t want to hurt you.” He looked deep int your pools of (eye color) while he had both gloved hands on either side of your face. 

Arthur soon moved back to your big boobs he latched onto one of them while he massaged the other forcefully. It wasn’t as comfortable as you would have liked since the leather irritated your skin and began to turn it red. 

“Ah ! Arthur, please! Can you please remove your gloves?” He ceases his sucking of your breast to heed your command. He moves his body upwards & once again looks into your eyes. 

“You’re right, love; where are my manners?” He sensually bites off his gloves from the index finger, maintaining eye contact with you. He proceeded to briskly remove his clothes so fast that you could feel a breeze. You admired his toned body from his rock-hard abs, firm biceps and legs. You had to admire that he was quite the specimen, especially since he was fully erect and ready. It took him no time at all for him to pounce back into your voluptuous body and straddle you. He put both knees in between your legs and spread them wide. You could feel the heat radiating off his cock. It prodded at your entrance as he got back to work on your huge tits. He sucked on both of them eagerly. When he was working on your second one, you could feel his tongue swirl around your sensitive bud. When he finally unlatched, he kissed & praised your beautiful fat stomach and massaged all of your rolls. 

While doing so, his hips & dick were eager to be inside your warmth. It began to rub in between your folds where you’d become slick and wet. He teased you a bit, making perfect circles between your chubby pussy lips. Arthur adored the way it gripped around the tip of his cock. It made his hunger for you intensify. Between his kisses, bites, grabs, massages, & giving you hickeys. His eyes connected with yours as he told you: 

“Prepare to scream my name.” He commanded. 

He rubbed you down just a little more with his cock before he pulled his hands away from your stomach to reach for your love handles as his bars so he could keep you in place. 

Arthur thrusted into you roughly. It felt as though a metal pole had been shoved into your insides. 

“Ah!” you let out a shriek. You weren’t prepared for the power behind his opening attack on your core. 

“Say” Ram! “My” Shove. “Name.” This time, he thrust harder and deeper into you. His hands had moved to your thick thighs as he didn’t allow himself to pull out even just a little. Arthur infiltrated into you more intensely now, which made your feet curl. 

“Ahh! …Ar… Ar…” You couldn’t tell which burned you more intensely and made you sweat more. His beefy schlong or his aggressive but sensual hands that made your thighs perspire profusely. All the passionate sensation made your legs tense up and your toes almost folded within themselves. 

“That it love…you’re….” Arthur was beginning to reach his end, and he was becoming speechless. Arthur loved the way your cervix encased his schlong & caressed his balls, trying to sink him in with your love juices & bountiful form. 

“Art..Art…ARTHUR!” By the time you were able to yell out his name, he was able to unleash his seed deep within you. He pounded into you a little more until he was able to finally ride out his orgasm. Arthur didn’t really want to pull out because he loved the way your body felt. Arthur rested his head on your bountiful mounds kissed the middle of them, and said:

“I love you, Y/N” 

[whisperthelocalcrypticbastard]

Mad Dogs Cuddle Pile

mess in the kitchen (3100 words) by Whisper Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Mad Dogs (UK TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Quinn Paterson & Lloyd Baxter & Chris "Woody" Wood & Rick Heston Characters: Quinn Paterson, Lloyd Baxter, Chris "Woody" Wood, Rick Heston Additional Tags: Sharing a Bed, Literal Sleeping Together, Angst, Trauma, the boys have issues, Season 1, Hurt/Comfort, Emotionally Repressed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Psychological Trauma, Murder Summary: It's been tough on all of them. That's all.

[mi-i-zori]

Writing Resources - Masterlist

This masterlist will host the links to the posts and threads I've saved as writing resources. None of them are mine - all the credits go to the amazing people who made them.

Characters

Author, Narrator, Protagonist, Hero... Who is What ?

Creating Black Characters With Intent

Describe Your Main Character Sheet

Emotionally Reserved Characters

Flaws to Give to Your Characters

How to Introduce Your Character In 3 Steps

How to Show Emotions (They have a whole series for this, please go check it out !)

How to Write a Character Who's in Pain

How to Write Trauma With Humanity

Open Letter from a Poc for People Who Are Writing Characters of Colour

Questions for Crafting Problematic Characters

Tips : Nail Your Character's Mannerisms and Speech Pattern Down

Top-Tier Villain Motivations

What Will Your Character Do If...

Fantasy

Fantasy Guide to Education

Make and Interesting Wedding Dress in Your Fantasy Setting

Reasons Why Can't Your Characters Use Magic To Fix Everything

Some Locations and Structures to Include in Your Forest

What No One Tells You About Writing Fantasy

Good to Know

A quick Guide to Animal Symbolism

An Introduction to Small World Theory

Differences Between UK and USA Military Dog Tags

How Boat Pronouns Work

Medical Facts that are Commonly Overlooked

Medieval Dyes

Playing Music With a Bow! (The Archery Kind)

Realistic Travel Time

Roles on a Pirate Ship

Slater's Impromptu List of Military Reference Material

Sick/Poisoning Fics

Stop Doing This in Injury Fics !

Symbolism in Writing

The Anatomy of Passing Out : When, Why and How to Write It

The Anatomy of Punching a Character in the Face

The Symbolism of Flowers

Ultimate List of Weapons and Arsenal for Fantasy Setting: Purpose and Who Uses Them

What's the Deal With Archers and Animal Companions ?

Horror

Creepy Things to Add to Settings

Horror and Comedy : 90/10 rule

How to Write Creepy Stories

How To Scare Your Readers

Most Common Character Flaws in Horror Fiction

"Never Were" and "Used to Be" Monsters

People Get Eldritch Madness Wrong

Romance

When the Romantic Tension is High

Tips

If You're Starving in a Post-Apocalyptic Fic

How to Make Your Writing Less Stiff

Pep-Talk - You Are Allowed to Be Proud of What You Write + List of YT Channels and Amazon Links for Writing

Resources About Survival in the Wild

Skip Google for Research

Some Writing Advice

The Neurodivergent Writer’s Guide to Fun and Productivity

Write Smarter, Not Harder

Writing Tip : Research

Vocabulary

Aesthetic Words to Fill Up Your Vocabulary

Bilingual Characters - German Edition

CoD - Spanish for Ale and Rudy Fics

Colours in Descriptions

IRL Operator Phrases/Terms - USA Edition

Gemstone Colors

German Pet Names

List of Wikipedia Articles - British and American Words and Differences

Scottish Phrases and Words for Soap MacTavish (or Scottish Characters in general)

Soft-Feeling Latin Words and Phrases

On Using Words that Indicate Sounds and Tones for Dialogues

Words to Use Instead of "Running"

Words to Use Instead of "Sighed" and "Frowned"

Writing Russian-Speaking Characters

Voices

A Guide to Write a Mancunian Accent

Growled, Roared, Snarled, Etc... A Brief Description

Writing Character Accents in Fiction

Worldbuilding

A Website That Walks You Through Creating a Believable Society

List of unique and imaginative types of government that can add depth to your fantasy world

Random Linguistic Worldbuilding

Other

Backup Your Tumblr Blog

Disable Recall for Microsoft's Copilot+ PCs

How to Find a Post on Tumblr

Protect Your Stories on AO3

Show Me a 10ft Paywall, I'll Show You a 12ft Ladder

Mii's Blog Recommendations

@deception-united - I love the resources this person shares ! They have a masterpost that lists their useful posts, but they also complete some of these posts as answers to asks and reblog a lot of other resources.

@leisureflame - This blog has a lot of resources, advice and prompts ! The author also offers to help with other people's struggles too, which is immensely wholesome in itself.

@writers-potion - This blog has tons of amazing posts to help writers with their research. I keep coming back to it, and highly recommend checking it out ! Here are this person's extremely useful Masterpost (1) and Masterpost (2).

[disturbingstar]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐞

Shoutout to @aereaseastar for giving me the idea to post a kind of horror movie breakdown so others can know what the film is about without watching it

Plot summary

A mad scientist kidnaps and mutilates a trio of tourists in order to reassemble them into a human centipede, created by stitching their mouths to each others' rectums.

Banned

• In the UK, the film has been refused classification a by the BBC. The ban was eventually lifted, but only after several cuts were made.

• In Germany, as much as 17 minutes had to be cut, but even then, this wasn't enough to placate the authorities, ultimately banning the film outright.

• In Australia, the film initially passed uncut but ultimately had to be edited, albeit not to the extent of the UK cut, to pass.

• This film remains banned/has been banned in New Zealand, China and Iceland

Trivia

• Tom Six drew inspiration from his time as a director for Big Brother, where he observed the strange things people would do when they were alone and thought they weren't being watched.

• Akihiro Kitamura improvised his dialogue in the scene where Heiter explains his procedure

• The heating wasn't working in the scene where Lindsay falls into the pool, so Ashley C Williams's shivering was real

• Tom Six (the films director, writer & producer) kept the actual method of how the centipede would be formed secret from nearly everyone as long as possible

• The main villain is a surgeon, because Tom Six has a personal fear of hospitals and doctors

• Dieter Laser contributed many ideas about Heiter's character, the most notable of which was him swimming naked in front of his victims; he felt that since Heiter viewed the 'centipede' as his pet, he wouldn't be ashamed to be naked around them

• Tom Six claims that he got the idea for the film from discussions with a friend on how to punish child molesters

Breakdown

Lindsay and Jenny are two American tourists in Germany who attempt to drive to a local nightclub when their car breaks down in the nearby woods. After refusing a ride from a dangerous-looking truck driver, they walk through the woods looking for them when it begins to rain. They stumble upon a rural country house owned by a crazed surgeon named Dr. Heiter. Dr. Heiter pretends that he is calling for them when he serves the two young women drugged water, which upon drinking it they pass out. The women awake in a makeshift medical ward in the basement and witness Heiter informing a kidnapped truck driver that he is “not a match” and then killing him.

When the women wake up a second time, Heiter has secured a new male captive, Japanese tourist Katsuro. The doctor explains to his three captives that he is a world-renowned expert at separating conjoined twins but dreams of making new creatures that share a single digestive system. He describes in detail how he will surgically connect his three victims mouth-to-anus. After Lindsay fails in an attempt to escape, Heiter performs the surgery on his victims, placing Lindsay in the middle, Katsuro at the front, and Jenny at the rear. Before beginning the operation, Heiter explains to Lindsay that he had experimented with creating a 'three dog', also joined mouth-to-anus, which died shortly after surgery. Heiter tells Lindsay that the middle dog of his creation experienced the most pain, and as a punishment for her escape attempt she will become the middle part of his human centipede.

Once the operation is complete, the doctor tries to train his centipede as a pet and watches with great delight as Lindsay is forced to swallow Katsuro's excrement. However, Heiter eventually becomes irritated after being kept awake day and night by the constant screaming of his victims, and he soon realises that Jenny is dying from blood poisoning caused by the surgery.

A few days later, two local detectives, Kranz and Voller, arrive at the doctor's house to investigate the disappearance of tourists. Heiter decides to add them to his centipede as replacements for Jenny. Heiter fails in an attempt to drug the detectives, and they leave the house to obtain a search warrant.

The victims attempt to escape from the ward, crawling up the stairs, and Katsuro attacks Heiter, stabbing him in his left leg with a scalpel. Their attempt to escape ultimately fails. Katsuro confesses to the doctor, in Japanese, that he deserves his fate because he had treated his family poorly. He then fatally cuts his own throat with a shard of broken glass. Just then, the detectives return to the house and conduct separate searches, as Heiter hides in the basement near his swimming pool. Kranz finds the makeshift ward and then hears a gunshot. He discovers Heiter's victims before finding Voller dead in the swimming pool after being shot. Heiter comes out of hiding and shoots Kranz in the stomach, and Kranz responds by shooting Heiter in the head. Kranz then falls in the pool, dead.

Back in the house, Jenny and Lindsay hold hands as Jenny dies from her blood poisoning. Despite being aware that their captor is dead, Lindsay is left alone in the house, trapped between her two deceased fellow captives.

I haven't personally watched this film, so apologies if I made any errors

[humbledragon669]

S1E2 – The Book Write Up P2 – 11 years ago and The Present Day/Thursday (2 days to the end of the World) (up to Aziraphale and Crowleys’ arrival in Tadfield)

Alright, let’s get dug straight in, shall we? There’s a lot of background narrative being covered in this section, including the introduction of quite a few new characters.

Let’s start with Anathema. I don’t have a lot to say about her intro scene, but I do have two questions:

Why THE HELL is her mother allowing her to draw in that book? It’s the only copy of a 350-year-old book that contains prophecies that have all proven to be correct. In reality that book would genuinely be priceless, and we will see later in the series that the book is still considered valuable to the family. I don’t like writing notes in my cheap paperback books, so the idea of a child drawing IN COLOURED PENCIL in this book chills me to the bone, yet her mother just lets her do it without so much as a blink of an eye. Mad woman.

We know that the book contains prophecies up until the end of the world. We also know that at least one of the prophecies contains an actual year (1980 – the one with the Apple). Furthermore, we know that Anathema is named specifically in one of the prophecies. Just how many Anathemas did this family have in the hopes that one of them would be the one to save the world? Logically, only children born after 1980 would be eligible but that still leaves at least one generation of descendants prior to the one we see in the show. I suppose there could be another prophecy that states what year “the” Anathema was to be born but I like to believe that somewhere there’s a little group of related women called Anathema all fighting over who gets to save the world.

Next up – Newton. Again, not an awful lot to say here, other than the camera crashing into his bedroom window makes me laugh every time I watch it. I don’t know why this specific moment was chosen to break the fourth wall just as much as I don’t know why I find it so funny.

Having worked in IT for more than ten years, I can say without a doubt that there really are people like poor Newt who are cursed with breaking anything computer-related just by looking at it. They’re exasperating because they usually think the whole thing is one big joke and hold their technology incompatibility up to be some sort of prize. At least Newt has the decency to look abashed by his strange “gift”.

Newton’s home location is confirmed to be Dorking in his first present day scene when we see his mother shipping him off to a new job. We don’t know the location of the United Worldwide Holdings (Holdings) office in which he attempts to establish a hold as a wages clerk, but I can say for certainty that the location of his introduction to Shadwell is central London. For those whose UK geography is worse than my own, it would take over an hour to get to central London from Dorking, regardless of the transport mode of choice. This has always struck me as rather odd – it’s clear that Newt has difficulty holding down a job. The home that he apparently shares with his mother looks pretty run down from the outside, suggesting that money isn’t exactly a commodity in their household. So why would you take a clerical job, that likely doesn’t pay much, in a place that’s over an hour away? Perhaps Neil and Terry just chose Dorking as Newt’s hometown because it has a slightly funny sounding name…

Side note: the chances that the Hot Dog van that Newt and Shadwell get their drinks from would be allowed to park there, right behind the Houses of Parliament and directly in front of Westminster Abbey, are null. I would even go so far as to suggest that Shadwell himself would likely be moved on pretty sharpish from his chosen pulpit. Makes a pretty impressive backdrop though, hey?

Let’s just take a moment to have a chortle at Shadwell’s ideas of what sort of activity would give the game away for any self-respecting witch:

Speaking as the last in the line of Welsh “wise women”, I can (pretty much categorically state) that none of my ancestors have done any of those things. Maybe apart from calling the cats funny names, though most of my maternal line had/have a strong dislike for animals of the feline variety. My cat is called Kishi, which is supposed to be Japanese for “love bound to Earth”. It’s a wholly inappropriate name for her, as she’s really just a massive prick, like every other cat there is.

Why does Newt stop to listen to Shadwell here? Why not just ignore the crazy man on the pedestal like every other person in London? Obviously that would cause a bit of a plot problem. Perhaps it’s his ancestral right driving him into the arms of the Witchfinder Army – there are certainly crazier things that happen in the GO universe! As it turns out, Newt’s recruitment is well-timed, what with there not being any soldiers of rank higher than sergeant, and only one of those at that.

Easter egg time!

This ridiculously quick shot of Shadwell’s newspaper gives us a veritable treasure trove of Easter eggs/nuggets of information for the keen eye:

Shadwell’s address is confirmed as located in Crouch End.

The reference numbers for the adverts begin with the letters “GO”.

There is an advert for a lost book, which we can just make out is one of Terry’s – “Colour of Magic”.

Save the best for last! The advert for a lost hat clearly describes Terry himself, and his signature hat and scarf. Not only that, but he apparently lost it in a book shop in Soho. I wonder which one that could be…

This fleeting glimpse of newspaper is a perfect representation for one of the main reasons I love this show so much. Most casual audience members will never see it. Some more interested parties will see it and think little of it. Others, like myself and likely anybody reading this waffle, will not only see it, but understand the references and then squeal with delight at the little present that was left for us to find. It makes me feel valued as a fan whilst at the same time as if I’m sharing in a secret that the creative team has left for me. This is great television making at its very best.

Quick Easter egg here in Jasmine Cottage: the image that Anathema has pinned on the wall to represent the Antichrist is the same as the one used on the playing cards from episode 1 (albeit in black and white):

When we find ourselves back with Crowley in his apartment, he’s clearly furious with himself about losing the Antichrist. We also learn that he discovered the joys of tending to houseplants in the early 1970s. I’d like to think he inserted them into his life after the event that takes place in 1967 between himself and Aziraphale (which we will see in the next episode) – perhaps he was looking for something that he could try to use as some sort of poor substitute for his true desires? The presence of the houseplants and the timeline for his discovering of them is included in the book, so in honesty I doubt this was the intention for their purpose, but I like the possibility nonetheless. The scene with the houseplants provides a little nugget of information that we can store for reference for later – Crowley’s houseplants actually shake when they’re frightened.

Once again, I don’t have much to say about the next scene: that of Newt’s arrival to the Witchfinder Army’s HQ. I will pause briefly to note the wording of the notice on Shadwell’s door:

This calls to mind the phrase used by Aziraphale to refer to Crowly in episode 1. I’m not sure there’s anything in this as “foul fiend” has often been used to refer to demonic or evil beings. That said, it’s difficult not to try and make some connection, given that the two uses of the phrase are so close together in the show. We will later find out that Shadwell is working for both Aziraphale and Crowley for the same purpose, so defying the “foul fiend” in this case becomes somewhat impossible.

Quick pause for a moment of appreciation for that strut that David pulls off in this next scene. Honestly, there are professional supermodels that couldn’t manage that sort of casual arrogance, even if somebody told them they could stay thin and eat whatever they wanted for the rest of their lives.

This is the first time we find out that Crowly has adopted a first name for himself. I’ll talk about it a little more in the write up(s) for episode 3, so for now this is another piece of information for us to store for later.

I quite enjoy just how awkward Aziraphale sounds leaving a message on the answerphone. Dealing with the unannounced arrival of two angels in his book shop he can handle, but having to leave a message instead of speaking to Crowley direct? Perish the thought. This seems to me a quite human attitude to have – when answerphones started to become commonplace, people (on the whole) hated leaving messages once they realised the person they wanted to speak to wasn’t going to pick up. What I find interesting about the conversation that they do have is that Aziraphale’s suggestion is actually incredibly obvious. In fact, it’s about the only possible scenario that would make any sense. Crowley’s disbelieving expression would suggest he doesn’t feel the same way:

Still, at least this conversation tells the audience that this pair haven’t given up on working together to try and stop Armageddon just yet (it would be a pretty short and disappointing show if they had, wouldn’t it?!).

At this point in the episode, we are introduced to Crowley’s driving style which could be described as suicidal dangerous. He seems pretty confident with it though, so it’s unlikely this is out of the ordinary for him, urgency of their mission notwithstanding. Aziraphale doesn’t actually seem that bothered by it initially, not until we hear the horns of other angry drivers, where it becomes apparent that he’s actually very uncomfortable indeed. We’ll see a fair amount of material on the theme of Crowley’s driving and its effects on Aziraphale in this episode, almost like we’re being set up for something…

Crowley is pretty insistent on the use of “we” in this scene, despite the fact that Aziraphale really didn’t have anything to do with losing the Antichrist (he just took Crowley’s lead on this one). The angel doesn’t really dispute it though, though perhaps he’s just too worried about being discorporated to argue.  What is pretty obvious is that Crowley does not appreciate being told how to drive, and it makes me wonder how many times they have had conversations exactly like this before.

I’m going to wrap this part up with a quick round-up of the “The Them” scenes in Tadfield, prior to the arrival Aziraphale and Crowley in the village. As with much of the other narrative-based scenes in this episode, I don’t have much to say about them, but I did make note of a couple of (potentially) interesting things:

Pepper’s middle name is Galadriel. For those people who have managed to live their lives without any sort of interaction with Lord of the Rings up to now, this is the name of an Elven queen in that universe. As much as it would be cool for there to be some sort of subtextual Clue hidden in her middle name, I think it’s more likely it was just picked because it was a fitting one for the daughter of a reformed hippy.

Anathema recites parts of an infamous speech from Shakespeare’s Macbeth here: Eye of newt and […] tongue of dog. What I find interesting about this is that there are two ingredients in the potion recipe that have been omitted (a frog’s toe and the wool of a bat), leaving only the two elements that can be found in the show – a Newt and a dog. Honestly, I’m not sure what to make of this, not least because I’m not even sure what relevance the rhyme has to what she’s doing at the time she recites it. Not to mention that she hasn’t actually met Newt at this point, so would have no knowledge of his name (to the best of our knowledge, he’s only referred to as “man” or “boy” in Agnes’s prophecies).

Wensleydale brings up the Spanish Inquisition when in the woods, which we know Crowley has claimed responsibility for (to his Hellish masters). I absolutely love the way that the religious reasoning for punishing people is so masterfully undermined by Brian’s earnest reasoning here. I should point out that in addition to being a hereditary Pagan, I am staunchly against organised religion (not faith; I consider that to be an entirely different concept and feel that it’s integral to the spiritual identity for pretty much everybody. I believe we should all have the right to follow our chosen faith without the overbearing interference of organised religion) so the satiric tones that people who were being executed would have been grateful for their persecution if they had understood the reasons behind it fully really strikes a chord with the religion-cynic in me.

There’s an interesting little set detail here in the Them’s den:

These look like old-school weighing scales to me. In the context of the conversation that the Them are having about torturing witches, these could be said to be a reference to the practice of weighing people accused of witchcraft against the weight of a bible to determine their guilt. Alternatively, it could be a reference to the scales we will see later in the series as the summoning object for Famine. Or it could be nothing. I doubt that last one though.

That brings us quite nicely to see Aziraphale and Crowley arriving in Tadfield, which feels to me like a good place to finish this part of the write up. I’m going to be tackling a couple of important moments in the next part (can we say “wall slam”?), which I’m aware have been discussed at length already, but I have things to say and I’m going to say them. They’ve probably all been said before, but they need to get out of my head and into a piece of writing so I’m going to say them anyway. Questions, comments and discussion on this part welcome as always!