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Thousands and thousands of animated shows, subbed anime and dubbed anime. All for free. I've never gotten a pop-up ad. Think of any animated show you want to watch and it'll probably be one there.

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EDIT FEBRUARY: @/collydanny2 has provided me with his own google drive link for the latin-american spanish dub! if that interests you, please go thank her!

TIME TO ARCHIVE KIPO AND SHE-RA BECAUSE NEXT YEAR THEY'RE GETTING KILLED!

Update:

Kipo and the age of wonderbeasts full series DVD set [English‚ French‚ Latin American Spanish Dubs]

She-ra and the princess of power Seasons 1-3 DVD set [English, French, Latin American Spanish Dubs]

Seasons 4 and 5 of She-ra were never released in physical media.

Bear in mind, these DvDs are regions 1 [America], most DvD players aren't region locked but still, important to know.

Please, if you can try and salvage this shows other dubs so they don't become lost media, a lot of people worked on them and it would be a shame to see them get lost forever.

In a small room designed with sweet dreams and sleeping girlfriends in mind, the sight was startling, and Rumi disliked it immensely.

At first she liked it. Pulled out of sleep slowly and groggily, her eyes fluttered open and she thought, Whoa. Aquariums are beautiful. But then a beat passed, and Rumi shifted under her blankets, and it occurred to her slowly and terribly that she was not in an aquarium. She was in bed, with her sleeping girlfriends, in a room that was supposed to be dark and was decidedly not.

From her right, Zoey shifted against Rumi’s arm and made a small, unhappy noise, burying her face unintentionally into the source of the glow—Rumi’s arm.

Rumi’s arm and the rest of her body.

Okay. That’s not good. Why the hell was she glowing? It was—she stole a glance at the clock—four in the morning and her patterns were radiating a color she had never once in her life seen before. Should she panic? She hadn’t had a nightmare, and a bad sort of glow was a violent pink color, yet her current glow was actually a pretty nice color, all blue and gold like an ocean flecked by sunlight. Pretty, sure, but it was bright, and at four in the morning? At four in the morning a bright light beaming through the room was always bad.

Maybe she should panic.

Mira groaned, and Rumi froze, her eyes darting quickly to the left side of the bed where she rested. She took in Mira’s scrunching features, bathed in golden blue, and swallowed roughly. Please don’t wake up.

She held her breath. Slowly, Mira’s face relaxed, and with a sigh she softened against Rumi’s side again. With an exhale, Rumi turned her attention back to the light-streaked ceiling.

When she’d sang the lyrics “gonna be gonna be glowing,” she’d meant it metaphorically, not… whatever this was.

Alright. Just breathe. That’s what had worked to calm her down enough to dull her patterns before, right? Breathing.

As quietly and still as she could, Rumi closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She exhaled softly; inhaled; exhaled; inhaled. It worked to make her sleepy, and after a long, long lull of time, she exhaled once more and opened her eyes again to find it hadn’t worked to do much of anything else.

If anything, the glow had gotten worse.

“What the—?” she breathed, but snapped her mouth shut when Zoey groaned again, unlatching from Rumi’s side. Heart thrumming once more, breathing exercises all for naught, Rumi stiffened and braced herself for the inevitable annoyance.

It didn’t come. Instead, Zoey rolled onto her side and sunk into the bed, sighing softly and relaxing back into sleep.

Slowly, the heartbeat in Rumi’s ears stuttered into silence.

Great. Your glowing scared off Zoey. Frantically, right side feeling colder by the second, Rumi racked her mind for ideas. If breathing didn’t work—because of course it didn’t work, why would calming down work if you were already calm, genius?—then she needed another strategy. What was making her glow in the first place? What emotion was she feeling? Right now, other than panic, she felt…cozy. A little longing, because she wanted Zoey back, but she had Mira’s long legs entangled with her own and a very comfy blanket on top of her. So then what? The glow had gotten worse when she’d relaxed a bit. Content? Was it content-ness? Was she feeling…too content? That was possible. She didn’t typically feel this sense of serenity and belonging. It was a new, unique feeling, being wrapped in the quiet presences of her girls at night, one she was still getting used to.

That had to be it. She was too relaxed—too happy—and she needed to stress herself out so the patterns would go back to their normal state.

Does that mean my patterns’ normal state is anxious? she wondered.

It means your normal state is anxious. Now shut up and think about something terrible, she hissed back at herself.

Right. Okay. She pressed her lips together and thought hard. What’s stressing me out lately? Oh! Tomorrow she had a meeting with Celine about—ah, scratch that, actually. Bobby had insisted he attend that alone, and Rumi didn’t have to go anymore. Well, that was fine. She had more to stress out about. Like…their comeback! …Except that wasn’t for another two months. Alright, fine. How about interviews? You have none. Hiatus. The fans? Surprisingly well-behaved after a month of no content. Her patterns? Well, aside from the glowing, for once there was no problem with them. That just left room for worrying about—worrying about…about—

Her mind sputtered and clanked and fell silent. Empty. A terrible realization dawned on her.

Do I have nothing to be stressed about?

“Rumi,” Mira mumbled. “Why do you look like you’re about to shit the bed?”

Rumi’s eyes snapped open and every muscle in her body locked.

A bit louder, sounding a bit more concerned, Mira said, “…Are you about to shit the bed?”

“No!” Rumi yelped, definitely a bit louder than necessary when Zoey muttered and squirmed again. Lowering her voice, face red, she hissed at the ceiling, “No, Mira. Ew.”

The bed creaked as Mira shrugged. “Happens to the best of us.”

The sentence hit her about ten seconds after it was uttered. The humiliation was punted out of her, and in its place came bafflement, and, turning her head to look at Mira, she found herself face to face with the beautifully illuminated woman in question.

“I’m sorry?” Rumi said.

Mira’s face softened. “What’s wrong?”

“Are you implying you—?”

“What’s wrong with you?”

Rumi opened her mouth. Closed it. In the midst of acting like a startled fish in a softly glowing aquarium, remembered her current dilemma and flushed red.

“You know what the problem is,” she hissed.

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“Fine. Tell me anyway.”

Rumi fixed her eyes firmly on the ceiling, scowl tight enough for her head to hurt. Despite her indignation, she couldn’t force anything but a mutter past her clenched teeth. “I’m glowing.”

“I can see that.”

“Exactly.”

Mira touched Rumi’s arm, fingers cold, and trailed them along her patterns. “What does blue mean?”

“I don’t know,” Rumi admitted quietly, relaxing against her touch. “Maybe…happy.”

Mira paused to caress a thicker pattern, and the room glowed a little brighter. Rumi’s face burned hotter, although from what she was suddenly finding it hard to figure out.

“Why is it bad that you’re happy?”

“It’s not. I just—it’s bad that I’m glowing. It woke you up.”

Mira laughed quietly. “Your huffing and puffing woke me up. Not the glowing.”

“My—what?”

Zoey groaned and the bed dipped. “Girls?” she slurred.

“Hi, Zo,” Mira said, as Rumi finally gave up her pride and smushed her heating face into the mattress. “How are you liking the new ambiance?”

“Pretty,” Zoey yawned, “but loud. Why’s she huffing and puffing? It woke me up.”

Mira’s cackle cut off when Rumi’s fist made contact with her shoulder. “Ow!”

“Rumi,” Zoey mumbled, dropping her chin onto Rumi’s side to peer over her at Mira. “Don’t punch Mira. It’s like a brick hitting a newborn giraffe.”

It was Rumi’s turn to laugh, then—but the sound cut off sharply as her patterns brightened and the room lit up more.

Zoey ooohed. “Whoa. What’s with the glowing?”

“She’s happy,” Mira, the traitor, said.

“No I’m not,” Rumi protested, whatever for.

“But she’s not happy about it,” Mira conceded.

Zoey squirmed in closer, trying to get a look at Rumi’s face. “Aw. Why not? It’s pretty, like an aquarium.”

Mira hummed approvingly. “It is like an aquarium.”

Slumping against the bed like a puppet with its strings cut, Rumi muttered, “I’m not an aquarium. Aquariums in bedrooms will wake people up at night.”

“Not true,” Zoey said. “Don’t you know nightlights? Nightlights help people sleep.”

“Yeah, Rumi.” Mira took her hand off of Rumi’s arm and poked her. “Don’t you know nightlights?”

Rumi swatted her away. “I know them! But—but—” She broke off with a frustrated noise, and Mira’s face softened.

“Your glowing won’t wake us up,” she promised. “Even if it did, I’d be happy to wake up to you having good dreams.” She scooted forward and wrapped an arm around Rumi’s side to pull her in closer. Snuggling into her collarbone, she mumbled against her skin, “Plus, I’m scared of the dark anyway.”

“No you’re not,” Rumi mumbled.

A pair of arms wrapped around Rumi from behind, and she felt Zoey’s warm breath against her neck as she murmured, “You don’t know that. Maybe we both are, but we were too afraid to say anything.”

“Yeah, right,” Rumi said, but her resolve was crumbling and it showed in her weakening voice. Hearing it, Mira leaned up to kiss her softly on the nose, and Rumi crossed her eyes to follow her, eyelids growing heavy.

“We don’t make fun of you for sleeping with that Teddy bear,” she yawned, “so don’t make fun of our nightlight, okay?”

“Not your nightlight,” Rumi mumbled, her eyes closing. Both of them snuggled in closer despite the massive bed and the unbearable glow of Rumi’s skin, and with a soft, unwelcome smile, the blue behind her eyelids glowed brighter.

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Zoey: this bitch has the most experience and is usually chill, if it's a sativa she's probably working on lyrics or doing some sort of creative activity in the flow state. Lots of Minecraft in creative mode. If it's an indica it's a documentary and couch time with the girls. both of these situations only hit pause when the munchies kick and she's making the most high people food ever. Zoey can cook, she doesn't often because Mira usually does and Zoey forgets to put things back. However Stoned Zoey is allowed because whatever she's gonna make is going to be delicious and also the most thick neck korean fusion in the world. KBBQ pizza, Kimchi tteokbokki mac n cheese. Animal style bulgogi, kimbap flautas. It always slaps so hard and she cannot remember how to make it sober. If it's a bad trip she will just listen to Rumi purrs and usually she's okay.

Rumi: If it's an indica she's asleep. She has no tolerance so shes out. Hybrids or Sativas she's basically Derpy. She's purring laying down, if she's really really out her patterns are slowly shifting colors like a fucking soothing mood light. if it's a really active sativa Zoey breaks out the laser pointer and Rumi is a half demon wrecking ball chasing it around. If it's a bad trip she's usually curled in on herself and the girls will lay on top of her because it's soothing to her and they watch Disney movies. Rumi munchies are scary because she will eat literally anything in front of her including things that aren't generally edible (she's eaten so many pairs of wooden chopsticks and Popsicle sticks bc demon teeth) and things that aren't considered safer for humans. They once caught a stoned Rumi chowing down on a raw pork belly she suffered no ill affects they now keep one in the freezer for half demon enrichment because she will eat it frozen. Although she also put peanut butter on it and how has her own special separate jar.

Mira: The cool indifferent facade is completely gone. Stoned Mira wants to be by or on at least one of her girls at all times or she will pout. if it's an indica she's on their laps and melts on them. If she could purr she would be. If it's a sativa she's either very clingy (wants to be princess carried everywhere) or very horny (one of the few times she's very much not a top lolol) She is also the most likely to have bad trips and they check on her a lot. If she does have a bad trip she wants to be a Mira sandwich snuggled between her two girls. if she's hungry she will ask Zoey to make her food

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