Ain’t no seder like a ds9 seder because a ds9 seder don’t stop because someone thought it would be a good idea to let Garak hide the afikomen
Is hasperat kosher for Pesach?
It is not one of the five grains mentioned in the Talmud so it should be fine as long as you don’t try to make bread out of it. Strict observant Ashkenazim might feel differently depending on how close it is to wheat.
After three hours of increasingly fruitless searching, Sisko finally has to call in the big guns: getting Quark to negotiate terms for its return.
So I know we’re always complaining about Lupin and how it’s ridikulus for someone not born a werewolf to be named freaking “Guy-raised-by-wolf John Wolf-like” but, like, there’s a simple explanation no one ever talks about.
It’s a freaking assumed name.
Think about it. Remus was a little kid when he got attacked. It would have been all over the papers at the time. It’s in the papers later when another kid gets attacked by Greyback in HBP. So it would ruin everything if Lupin turned up at Hogwarts his first year only to have some wizard-born prat (*cough cough Snape*) say “Lupin? I know that name from somewhere” and go looking through old Daily Prophets.
Dumbledore was probably like “Why don’t you pick a new name?” and this little shit future Marauder went “Hmm, I’ll go for something subtle.”
There is a common criticism of people (okay, of Tumblr denizens) for being special snowflakes. They make up an absurd number of labels! Why would you want to identify as a requiessexual heteropoetisexual squidgender moongender aroflux lesbian when you could identify as, well, normal?
But, in fact, as absurd as the subsubsubsubsubclassifications get sometimes, Tumblr’s attitude towards sexual…
After the brief run of Leverage/Incryptid crossovers, I really want Urban Fantasy Heist stories.
Hiring a retrieval specialist to break into an elf hill to steal back Changeling babies.
A vampire grifter that specializes in running -really- long cons on succeeding generations of the same family.
Thief who’s so heavily cursed already she can steal cursed artifacts and just ignore the hilarious side-effects.
A wheelman who’s got a the ghost of a famous race car driver bound to his car to help with getaways.
(I realize Shadowrun covers some of this ground. But it doesn’t cover -all- the same ground, (Being kinda more invested in D&D fantasy than a lot of what’d you see in the urban fantasy section of the bookstore) and sometimes I just don’t wanna deal with cybernetics or the pages of equipment porn or a vision of the future of the internet based in the nineteen eighties. And also it’s super-invested in ‘magic and tech don’t get along’ which is a trope that bores me to tears.)
I am trying to figure out how to actually do a travel journal and it seems like the sort of thing I should work out in advance, except my handwriting is terrible so anything I do is going to need major edits afterward anyway.
And then I got a book on artist travel journals and they are all these terrifyingly glorious things done in Moleskines and even though I KNOW they are picking the best images and not the pages that were like three lines and a doodle of a chicken, but that doesn’t help me because ALL my pages are basically three lines and a doodle of a chicken.
But hey, it’s all digital anyway and my sketchbooks aren’t objects d’art, so I just scanned the doodles and began transcribing my panicky jottings. And it came out like this.
So this is my aftermarket version of what I was scrawling in my sketchbook today. And yes, internet, I am fully aware that you cannot get rabies from a toilet seat.
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