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[mexicanricstar]

Rictor and Shatterstar in Unlimited X-Men 133

everything on this panel is perfect

[versupital]

PONYTAIL.

JJK HALLOWEEN! gojoxreader

SUMMARY ❥ you have a huge, embarrassing crush on the star of the jockey team on campus. you thought you’d kept it low key, ‘till he approaches you at a halloween party, and shows you that the mechanical bull isn’t the only thing you can ride.

CONTENT ❥ collegestudent!gojo, smut, unprotected, slight breeding kink mention, college!au, athlete!reader, afab!reader, athlete!gojo, drug/alcohol use, spit kink, switch!gojo, switch!reader, masochism, sadism, aftercare, car sex.

song inspo: can’t get enough - j. cole

WC: [8.1K] MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Crisp fall air brings out the gooseflesh among your skin; hair that's not there trying to rise at the thrill of tonight's festivities. The sidewalks are packed to the brim of frat boys, sorority sisters, general slackers and... even an alumni or two. So many people to choose from, you think.

Everyone’s in costume; faces concealed by masks, clouds of smoke mixing with the breeze, and overstimulating noises from animatronics. The holidays were here. You should be trying to find a relationship, to cuddle you through the cold, but right now you just want to bone.

"Where do we even start?" you hear your friend ask from behind you, as your whole group walks - stumbles, more like - down the middle of a road that has been closed to through traffic.

"Whatever house has the most fine men standing outside," your other friend answers with a grin.

You agree, because you had already shot down a fair amount of Don Julio - and the heat of the drink had travelled straight to your core, a small throb arising in your cunt the more you glance around and see the variations of muscles poking out from underneath masked strangers’ costumes. You’d easily find the satisfaction to your hunger, but you’re impatient.

You hum longingly as your eyes fixate on a crowd outside of a large house, painted black. There’s fog rolling over the lawn, but that’s not what draws you in; it’s the group of men deep into a drinking game out front.

Without warning your friends, you beeline over. You wonder if any of them are as needy as you feel right now. The liquor alone could not justify the painful feeling of heat all throughout your nerves; it was mostly your hormones. Pathetic, you tell yourself, so incredibly ready to sit down on someone’s cock.

As your friends follow you down the pathway to the large house, you feel several pairs of eyes stick to you like bologna on hot asphalt. That's right; you and your girls are just pieces of meat dangling in front of a den of lions.

You're not surprised, though, because you’re in a brown leather brazier, accentuated by puffy white sleeves that hang off your shoulders, tucked into a skirt. You have a whip on your hip, and your boots are up to your fishnet-covered knees - one of which leads to the garter holding a toy gun against your thick thigh; to add, it shoots out a little pow flag when you pull the trigger.

And it's clearly mesmerizing in the way that you wear it well, walking right into the party with your liquid confidence through the roof, aware of one of your friends falling behind to entertain someone who had called out to her.

Once inside the belly of the beast, you're farther away from the center of attention; it seems that everyone on campus had read your mind about picking this particular house to step into. It made sense; the house was huge outside, but even bigger within.

The room is littered with men and women alike; most sloppily grinding on one another on the edges of the room, others filling their noses with bad things, but above all: you notice there are cheers coming from somewhere in the center.

You realize why as you part through the crowd, dusting your friends to see what the excitement is. And when you see it, you feel yourself grow both confused and aroused.

There, under a bright red spotlight, is an entire brown and white mechanical bull. Somehow, it had fit into this massive room, and there’s still plenty of room leftover for the influx of students. You're as impressed as the rest of the group, who watch as an ebony-haired man lacking a costume walks around to check the plugs on the bull, and bleakly instructs everyone to take several steps back.

Bass had been booming under your feet, competing with the sound of blood rushing through your ears, but it’s slowly fading away now; a voice travels over the remaining bustling.

Everyone seems to freeze as out from the crowd walks a tall, lean individual with powdery skin. He's wearing something similar to you: a black button-down shirt, leather pants, and brown boots, but most importantly - you feel your breath hitch when your eyes land on the delicious black Stetson that rests atop his contrasted snowy locks.

You feel mixed things blossoming in your chest: unease, desire, and… embarrassment.

You’ve been completely obsessed with the boy in the Stetson for months. Satoru, ‘Toru, and Gojo all being the names he answered to. You’d hopelessly pined over this Satoru, each time noting in your mind just how attractive you find him. He’s on the jockey team; you always see him in a tight, white riding suit with his helmet perched against his hip. You’re the soccer team captain, so you share a field for practice, and, well… Satoru doesn’t make it any easier for you to lock in while you train.

Your friends had noticed your infatuation and would giggle about him to you, saying how you looked like a cockdrunk puppy when he would kick himself on top of the horses - all of the muscles in his legs and arms moving underneath the skin you desperately wanted to crawl into.

He managed to pour gasoline directly onto your fire the first time he’d bumped into you on your way to the locker rooms.

“Careful, ponytail,” he’d said, a smug wink fluttering from his eye.

Then it happened again. And again. Each time you bumped into one another, he barely said two words to you, never seeming to truly notice you or take you in. This didn’t stop you from wearing your hair in a ponytail every single time, though.

He would likely not even recognize you now, given your costume and heavy finesse of makeup, a striking contrast to the sweat sticking your hair to your forehead and your muddy soccer jersey every time he’d seen you in the past. But you knew you recognized him, given the way your body was already responding to his presence.

"Alright now, y’all can't all be this shy," Satoru’s horrible attempt at a country accent booms into the crowd, gesturing wildly to the mechanical animal. "Anyone wanna be the guinea pig? Someone's gotta. I'm definitely not doing it."

A bit of laughter erupts but yet, the crowd remains still. You notice people trying to egg their friends on to test it out, but no one is either drunk or brave enough yet. Satoru continues to glare around the room, walking slowly as the spurs on his boots clack against the hardwood floor, as if he is genuinely a westerner interrogating everyone.

You suddenly feel a gush of pressure hit your back, and four hands send you lurching forward, causing you to accidentally step out beyond the crowd and into the center of the room with the snow-haired man. You exclaim loudly and your friends cheer, which prompts him to turn and look at the commotion.

"Well," Satoru’s velvety voice says, lowering his eyelids into a heated squint. "Seems we have a winner."

His lips disappear as they tuck in to wet themselves, and when they pop back out they are glistening under the red light. Though you cannot see his eyes under the harsh lighting, you can feel them, as well as the heat traveling up through your belly. You wonder then if he might possibly be remembering you.

No way, you tell yourself.

You attempt to turn and look at your friends, who are no doubt giggling endlessly at their little prank, but your head hardly cocks to the side when your hand is being grabbed by a larger, warm one.

You instantly look in the direction of it, your eyes traveling up your arm in disbelief, only to find Satoru is smirking at you.

"N-No, this was a mistake," you try to argue, but he is already gently coursing you towards his body, and your legs feel like jelly as you mindlessly obey like a little doll.

"Don't be afraid," he murmurs to you, hypnotizing you with his voice as he walks backwards, guiding you right to the steps that will allow you to get onto the bull. "You look like..." he pauses, cocking his head to the side and your heart drops, "you'd know how to hang on, no? You've got those strong legs."

You let out a breath. He still doesn’t recognize you. But you know he is referring to your thighs, which are on the larger side from all of the exercise you do for soccer. He's right, you do have the strength to keep yourself on the bull, but whether you want to do it in front of everyone remains to be seen.

"My friends pushed me forward," you blurt out, "I-I really… don't think I can do this."

His voice has lowered by now. It seems like he wants only you to hear him. Not that it mattered, as the crowd is still quite loud and so is the music thumping from another area of the house.

"I think you can," he responds, dipping his head forward like a proper cowboy, feeding into the twisted little costume he’s in. "My name is Satoru, but you can call me ‘Toru. What's yours, madam?"

You almost blurt that you already knew his name, but catch yourself.

"It's Y/N," you say bleakly, knowing he’s only asking to tell the crowd, not because he is interested in knowing who “ponytail” really is.

Not that he has indicated at all that he remembers you, which makes a little twinge of jealousy poke you in the heart because of the way he was looking at you. He must look at every woman like this.

"Y/N," he repeats slowly, as if memorizing the name, simultaneously gliding his piercing eyes down your body again and stopping briefly on your leg — the one with the gun strapped to it. "Give us a show, pretty girl. I think everyone is looking forward to this."

You'd reached the steps to the bull. You begin to suspect that Satoru is the “everyone” in question. You want to try and fight him more, but something about his voice, his unhindered belief in you despite being a total stranger caused you to want to prove him right.

You can do it, you can ride it and not fall off, no matter how intense the settings.

One final look at him, and you release your hand from his, realizing the two of you had been standing there holding hands this entire time. He broke away, but not before giving you another look that might as well have had fire attached to it in the way it sent searing erotica up your body. You’re disgusted at just how awfully, hopelessly, desperately in love with him you are.

The crowd had been falling more quiet as you approached the chopping block, it felt like. But now, it's returned to cheers and whooping as you get on your tip-toes and sling one leg over the side of the bull, your skirt bunching up around your hips.

You spot your friends, who have acquired more drinks; colorful green and purple ones. They lift their cups when they notice your eye contact, and make kissy-faces as encouragement. Or perhaps they’re making fun of your obvious puppy-like expression every time you so much as look at Satoru.

"Alright everyone," he announces suddenly, clapping his hands before walking around to the front of the bull and patting its headless neck. "Y/N has bravely stepped up to the plate tonight. Since you’re all too pussy.” Laughter from the crowd. “Let's see how long she can last."

He turns and looks up at you, dropping an eyelid down into a familiar wink and clicking his tongue.

An irritating piece of man, he is. He doesn’t have to be so damn gorgeous, easily distracting you as you grip onto the reigns around the bull's nonexistent neck, all the confidence draining smooth out of your mind.

You don't have time to think about it much more because of the sheer level of noise that erupts from the room; the crowd has erupted into whoops and whistles, music’s blasting around you. A good old fashioned hype party song, that has prompted the crowd to lose their mind.

The red light makes it hard to see much of anything beyond the first row of people, which is helpful for your nerves, but it also means that since Satoru is standing the closest to you and the bull, he is the only thing you can clearly see, as he presses the button to trigger the ride.

You gasp as it begins vibrating, something you had not expected to happen. The bull jerks to the side, before the rear end perks up, knocking you plain forward and winding you. Your breasts bounce upward and the crowd oo’s.

Satoru smugly continues to operate the bull, keeping it slow as he courses it to knock forward and back, forward and back. You sit back up, trying to defeat gravity, your grip still strong on the reigns. But little do you know that you’ve been out of control since you stepped on the floor. Satoru’s taking his precious time sinking his claws into you.

Your thighs dig into the side of the bull and Satoru spins you, jerking up the rear again; the force knocks your skirt up.

You gasp, wanting to let go of the rope to adjust it, but you know you’re going to fall off if you do. You've made a vow that you cannot fall in front of Satoru, no matter how far he pushes you to your limit. Besides, you figure, having your ass our in front of him wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

The crowd cheers, realizing Satoru is operating the machine solely for their gaze, and not necessarily to challenge you.

But you have yet to put that puzzle piece together.

You continue innocently focusing on staying up, but make the mistake of looking at Satoru again. He's looking up at you from beneath his eyelashes, his top teeth poking out as he tugs on his bottom lip with them.

"Doin' so good," he mouths, pushing at the the controls again.

You groan a bit, the vibration of the bull suddenly feeling even more intense, though it's likely just a combination of your imagination and the tequila.

Your head falls back as the bull begins to move in a galloping motion. More cheers erupt, and a darkening gaze is shot from Satoru that you can't see with your head tilted.

The vibrations shouldn't feel this good, you think. You start to feel embarrassed at the thought of getting wetter on top of this bull, in front of all these people, but you can't help it; your eyes flutter closed as you try to focus beyond the pleasure.

Satoru is drinking up the sight like a glass of water in the middle of the night. He can see his effect working more and more on you, your thigh muscles flexing harder as you dig them deeper into the side of the bull. You must not think anyone notices, but he can. A sick fuck he was to currently be jealous of a literal robot.

You suddenly spring your eyelids apart and cry to Satoru that you have to stop. You can't handle the ecstasy creeping up on you, your embarrassment outweighing your desire to prove yourself a strong bullrider. If he keeps operating like this, you’ll cum all over the back of the bull.

Satoru looks hesitant but he ultimately stops the ride, and you take a deep breath when the vibrations come to a halt. The bull steadies and you loosen your thigh muscles.

Despite feeling like a failure, the crowd cheers anyway; you were up there for what felt like a lifetime, but realistically it hadn't been long, and you were expecting people to clown on you for not lasting. It's not like you couldn't stay up; it was more like you couldn't hold your pathetic desire to bone the cowboy at bay.

Satoru comes around and helps you down, the same routine as before with his hand in yours, only this time you're putting some weight on him as you feel yourself struggling to stand with your legs apart.

"You did so good, pretty girl," he coos, not even phased by your body weight. "Rode so well. Thighs a bit sore now I bet, hm?"

You feel your stomach knotting up at his word choice. "A bit," you answer grimly. "The vibrating didn't help."

"Really," he drawls, not even attempting to make it sound like a question. "How so?"

You begin to suspect he knows exactly how. His hands have found your elbows, his arms wrapped around you to keep you steady, and you find yourselves in a darker corner of the room with a convenient lack of a crowd. You blink and the bull seems a great distance away. No one is looking for you, either.

"Doesn't matter," you huff, looking at the floor. "It's embarrassing to say."

"Say it," Satoru purrs, taking your hands in his before placing them both right over his chest pecs. "Tell me what it did to you, hm? Maybe I can help, ponytail.”

You gasp then, your eyes immediately shooting up to meet his face. You almost fall over at the idea that he knows who you are, that he’s recognized you. This means that now he absolutely cannot fix what the bull had done to your poor cunt, although... with the way he's eating you alive with his pupils alone, your morality wants to fly right out of the window and beg him to fix it.

"Made me so horny," you breathe, immediately smacking yourself in the mouth at the coercion of your confession. “Th-That is not what I meant to say.”

Satoru's chest shakes against your palms as he laughs, "Adorable. Got all hot and bothered from a bull ride? Should’ve known that’s all it would take.”

Your face heats immediately. "I've been drinking," you admit with a slur, sinking farther away from sobriety. "Normally it-it’s not that easy.”

You laugh, trying to mask it as a joke, but Satoru's face is dangerously still.

“It is,” he murmured, “you always have the same little expression on your face at practice, just from seeing me.”

You want to be embarrassed that he’d caught you. But right now, your darkest, perverted fantasies are coming alive right before you; and you’d be a fool not to feed into them.

"Because..." you breathe out, feeling your back hit a wall, unsure how you ended up here. "Why do you always look so good?"

"Been thinking the same thing," he mewls, leaning over you with his hands still holding yours to his body. He lets them go then, and puts his own flat against the wall on either side of you. "Got up there and rode the bull like a champ - you can imagine what it did to me."

"What could a perfect stranger have done?” you whisper, knowing, begging, wanting the answer to be something raunchy and wet in your ear.

Instead, in a flash, his rock-solid pelvis is digging into your stomach, and he twists his hips to allow you to feel the even more solid length under his leather pants.

"We’re not strangers, ponytail," Satoru hums in your ear, just like you’d wanted; warm breath traveling through your hair and down your neck. “Always see you eyein’ me on the field. Goin’ outta ya way to knock into me afterwards. Been at this for months.”

You can't help the little whine that escapes your mouth. Your cunt had been pulsing all night, but now you can almost hear it. It's screaming at you to slide your hands down his body, to reach the waist band of the leather on his pants and then dare to explore further—

His gasp takes you out of your clouded fantasy, as you realize it's not a fantasy at all. Your hand is resting cutely over his bulge. You had been acting on your twisted, unwarranted desires from weeks ago all along.

"Ngh, knew I chose the right costume," he murmurs in your ear. "Knew it’d finally get your attention, get you to wanna ride me.”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip. You’d been caught, being so obviously needy. You wish you can say you’re embarrassed, but when your hand doesn’t immediately move away from his dick, you know you’re fucked.

You feel yourself shuddering, your hands moving from his waist, over his ribs, passing to his shoulders; your palms sliding over thick, unidentified shapes and running down the curves in his arms. You couldn’t stop, you needed to know what all of him felt like.

“You didn’t have to be a cowboy to get me to ride you,” you whisper, “but if you care about saving horses that much-“

"Hah- shut up," he grunts. "'Fore I take you against this wall. Shouldn’t - hngh - be doing this here.”

“Isn’t this your frat house?” you question. “Take me,” you pause when his gaze darkens, “take me to your r-room.”

He groans, a velvety sound that raises the imaginary hair back up on your neck.

“Not mine, but I’ve got an idea.” He backs away from you, and the cold sensation of his body heat leaving yours makes your heart thump in pain. “C’mon, pretty.”

So he takes your hand again, and again you let him lead you around like a little pony. You don’t see your friends anymore, but you imagine the groupchat is blowing up. They no doubt saw you disappear into the shadows with Satoru.

You manage to escape to the outside without so much as a second glance from anyone, as you’ve started a riot for a turn on the mechanical bull. The memory of riding it seems so distant now.

“So tell me,” Satoru begins suddenly, pulling you hard against him, and you stumble before he puts a hand on your waist to steady you. “Just how long did you intend to keep watching me? Makin’ me all nervous before you made your move?”

You are stunned by his bold line of questioning, but he knows full well how tipsy you are, and that you’re going to answer as honestly as you can.

“I made a move the first time I ran into you,” you squeaked. “Thought you’d take it from there, but guess your balls aren’t big enough.”

This makes him grunt a bit. “If I would have made the first move, you’d still be limping. I don’t like all the small talk.”

“I see,” you purr, “otherwise you wouldn’t be leading me to this field, would ya, ‘Toru?”

“Not a field,” he corrects. “I’m parked back here. What do y’think I am, a serial killer? Wouldn’t just fuck you in the wilderness. ‘Less you asked.”

It had a nice ring to it, but you aren’t quite wasted enough to not care about being seen out in the open like that.

You reach his car and, pretending to be a gentleman, he opens the door for you, and while you sink in, he goes to the trunk. You begin to feel your heart race; you hardly know this man, actually, and maybe you’re stupid for thinking with your cunt instead of your head. Letting him lead you out back, all alone to his car.

Your nerves ease when he joins you in the back seat, nothing more than a bottle of liquor in his hand.

“Think we need to loosen up some more,” he says sternly, unscrewing the cap. “Not that I need alcohol to take care of you, ponytail, but it’ll definitely make things interesting.”

You nod in agreement, knowing you can certainly use more liquid courage. You wait for him to pass you the bottle, but instead you feel chilly fingers connect to your chin, and his thumb courses your face towards his.

“Open those lips f’me,” he murmurs lowly, tilting your chin up towards his face and bringing the liquor bottle closer to yours.

Your eyes widen in realization of what he’s about to do, but the throb between your legs has resurfaced full force at the ghost of a grip he has on your chin.

Hot liquor is sliding down your throat before you even register that you’ve parted your lips. You gasp and close your mouth into a bubble, trying to breathe through your nose as the liquor starts to go down harshly.

Satoru’s watching you intensely, “Don’t swallow it all,” he instructs quickly, to which you find yourself glaring at him.

The interior of your cheeks is going numb, and he’s telling you not to swallow.

What he does next, though, makes your skeleton jump out of your skin and back in again.

He opens his mouth; his long, fat tongue sticking out as far as it will go with a delicate curve in it. He points to his open mouth, while looking at you through his eyelashes.

You feel your face go numb. Your cunt was pounding now, secretion wetting your inner thighs and covering your pussy. You spread your legs a bit, trying to use Satoru’s backseat as something to grind down onto.

You begin doing so as you sit up straight a bit and lean forward, before pushing your cheeks out to spit a steady mix of liquor and your saliva right onto Satoru’s glistening tongue. He hisses immediately, before gripping you by the neck; taking you by surprise when your air flow becomes restricted. Your face is jerked to his as he swallows the liquor you just spit into his mouth, nipping your bottom lip.

“Tastes s’good,” he rasps, “Know you’ll taste even better.”

“But—“ you want to ride him already.

Wanna get him deep in your belly, use your hips to wring more of those deep moans from the depths of his throat. You don’t know if you can wait for that.

“But what?” Satoru challenges, applying pressure to your massive thighs with his palms. “Y’should know by now you can trust me. Didn’t I take care of you on the bull?”

He slides his finger up your stomach and to the cups of your brazier, tucking the tip of the digit inside and tugging the material down, a nipple begging to be exposed.

“Had it vibrating as hard as it could,” he continues, cocking his head to the side, careful not to let his Stetson slide off. “Still can’t get you riding it like that outta my head. Fuck.” He hisses again and—

Crack!

His hand comes down hard on your thigh, pulling a pathetic cry out of you. You look up at him through your lashes; he’s so beautiful with the way the moonlight casts a glow along his jaw, his wet lips, and the brim of his Stetson.

“Quit looking at me like that,” he says, creeping closer to you.

“Make me,” you mouth brattily, and so he does.

Keeping his hands both occupied on your thigh and your throat, he finally crashes his desperate lips against yours, creating harsh reverberations through your teeth. He starts the kiss off hard and unsure, but once you’re kissing him back, the kisses get sloppy, ferocious, desperate.

You let out a whimper against his lips, and in the split second your mouth is open his tongue has made its way inside. The muscle clashes with yours, drenching your mouth in his saliva as he takes your tongue for his own.

Meanwhile, his hand has left your throat. It’s back on the trim of your brazier, and without warning, his fingers gives it a harsh tug and your breasts are out.

He doesn’t break away from the kiss but he does glance down and start palming the meat of your chest, pinching one nipple between his index and thumb.

Not much noise is made besides your shared frustrated grunts as he breaks away from your sloppy kiss, leaving his drool all over your mouth and chin as he dips his charming head down to latch onto your nipple.

He pulls one of your legs up onto his lap, as he nestles himself next to the other one, now between your legs, and you’re forced to lean back against the window and press your hand against the back of the passenger seat for balance.

Satoru is not showing your breasts any mercy. His hand glides across the skin on your leg, before he takes his fingers in a walking motion up your thigh and then quickly grabs your tits into each hand, gathering large loads of spit and hacking them onto your chest, the glorious sound of the fluid hitting your skin making you wetter and wetter and—

He takes a big hand and pop! smacks your achingly solid nipple, dragging a loud, embarrassing cry from you.

“S-Satoru—“ you moan, undecided if you want to tell him that it’s too much.

“Hmm?” he questions, the word coming out muffled as he now has a mouth full of breast again, his tongue swirling greedily over your areolas and sending signals to your tingling nerves.

“S’alot,” you stutter, “feels t-too good.”

“Don’t care,” he shrugs, pulling away from your chest and bringing his face back up to yours, “not finished with you. Not even close.”

You whine as he cracks a smack on your tit one more time for good measure. Now he’s pulling your legs, causing you to lose balance and fall onto your back.

The back seat is spacious, but you think there’s no way he’s going to be able to bend his body to do whatever he thinks he’s about to do.

He doesn’t seem to be thinking like you, though, because his hands hike up your skirt and he hisses at the sight of your panties, not even hesitating.

“S’cute, look at the little cherry,” he grins seductively, poking the fat of your pussy with a sharp finger.

He’s referring to the pattern on the front of your tiny white thong, but you’re hardly paying attention because your mind is still ringing at his sudden contact with your cunt.

Rip!

His hands are tearing apart your poor little fishnets, paving a way for him to get your panties off. He succeeds, struggling a bit to get them past your boots; folding your knees up to your face as he does so, commenting on your flexibility.

“Hah- I love athletic girls,” he says aloud. “So flexible. Gonna have your ankles by your ears, ponytail.”

You squirm underneath him at his threat, but he’s already pinning your legs up, your boots grazing across the ceiling of his car as he stares down at your glinting pussy - dripping all over his expensive white leather.

If the alcohol wasn’t currently hitting you like a train - your brain mushing and swirling from being slapped and pushed around - you’d be trying to force your legs closed to hide from him.

“Such a fucking pretty pussy,” he grits out, leaning forward and shooting a collection of spit out of his mouth right onto it. Your eyes roll, the warmth of his body fluid landing right over your clit, making the bottom half of your body twitch. Satoru grins.

“Don’t even need my spit, y’so wet; I just love the way it looks on you,” he murmurs, keeping his hands firm on the underside of your thighs, “‘M gonna mark you with all my fluids, pretty.”

“Shut up,” you cry out, “if you’re still talkin’ it means your face isn’t stuffed with pussy.”

“Mm, ponytail gets fiesty,” Satoru looks at you from between your thighs and bites his lip, “there’s no fun in rushing right into these things, you know.”

He turns his head to the side, still wearing his Stetson - it’s somehow managing to hang on through all of the filth - and he plants a soft little kiss to your inner knee. Then another to the other leg. He rinses and repeats this process until he’s far up your thighs, and you can feel his breath dancing over your dripping hole.

“F-fuck,” you scream out, getting more frustrated, “‘m gonna shove your face if you don’t stop.”

“Try,” he challenges, but his eyes say that if you do, you’ll be teased for even longer.

"Wh-Why are you doing this to me?" you pant, ramming your knee into his rib playfully.

"Cause truthfully," he says lowly, "I liked the little game we had going. Building up the tension. Hate to see it end..." he drags his finger down the side of your thigh, making you shiver. "And hmm, you are such a pretty girl, begging like this. Imagine if your teammates knew that their beast of a captain was in the backseat of a car, begging to have her pussy eaten? Imagine!”

His breath tickles your cunt as he cracks a mean laugh, his head tilted down so that you can’t see his expression under his hat.

You swallow in embarrassment. You always go for a little teasing, but this is extreme. Before you know it, your hand has popped out before you, and your fingers splay out over the cowhide of his Stetson as you push - hard - and push until his arrogant little mouth is against your pussy.

He’s shut up instantly, groaning softly against your skin as his tongue darts out on instinct, lapping up your juices.

“That’s right,” you whisper with ache in your voice, “shut up and eat that shit.”

Your head lolls back against the window panel in Satoru’s car. He’s not even bothering to argue with you now, lost in his own heaven of your delicious nectar. If you could see past his hat you’d be able to watch as his face becomes wet and shiny, as your secretion dribbles down his chin in a heavenly mix of saliva. His tongue drags down between your folds, making you squirm, but it’s nothing compared to when he shoves his tongue right into your wanton hole.

The cry you let out vibrates against the interior of the car. Satoru’s hand has come up underneath your thigh, pulling your leg to rest across his back as he’s slid down into a crouch on the floor. His hand cracks down on your leg in the same spot as before, this time digging his fingernails down into the flesh after the slap.

You hiss, but ultimately feel even more turned on as he drags his tongue back through your juices, finding your clit, narrowing it out as he flicks it back and forth, back and forth, the same way he had been rocking you on that damned bull.

“S-Such a fucking mess,” he moans against your skin, trying to catch all of your secretion but it’s impossible with the way he keeps eating you - you’re flooding the seat, your inner thighs, and his smug little pale face. “Tastes so good. Can’t imagine how good you taste after a long game, fuck.”

You furrow your eyebrows embarrassingly at the the thought of what he was implying - your cunt all sweaty after soccer and he’d prefer that over this? You want to shudder in disgust but, picturing yourself hiked up on the wall with your soccer shorts discarded, a leg over his shoulder as Satoru ate you alive like this - works you up more than you figure you can even get at this point.

“S-Satoru,” you whimper, feeling the pool of heat twist up your insides as the familiar feeling of ejaculation creeps up on you.

You reach and grab his hat, digging your fingers into the leather, your legs clenching against his cheeks as you try to control the shaking that you know is to overcome you the second you orgasm.

“I know that sound,” Satoru purrs against your clit, “cum for me baby. Cum all over my tongue, like y’been wanting to for months.”

That’s all it takes. And god, Satoru does not show mercy as the wave starts at your clit and pushes all the way through your body, down to your curling toes in your boots and up to your nipples, which are still dancing free over the rim of your brazier.

The shakes come quickly, intensely, harsher than you’ve ever felt them before, as Satoru’s tongue rides out your high for you, not stopping until you’re just slightly twitching.

“Beautiful,” he hums, parting his mouth from you and sitting up in the backseat. “Satoru one, Y/N zero.”

You frown at his use of scoring, knowing it’s just to get under your skin.

“I’ll even out the score, fuck you,” you hiss.

“Please do, ponytail,” Satoru grins.

You find yourself pulling your legs back quickly, your thighs still a little weak and shaky as you sit up on your knees. You quickly unzip your boots and toss them somewhere in the front. Then, you grab Satoru by his ungodly black button-down and drag him to the middle of the seat.

He’s looking up at you in a mix of awe and smug, but you’re trying to pretend you don’t feel his eyes on you so that you may maintain your confidence.

You throw your right leg over his waist. Now, you’re straddling him, bare cunt over warm leather, dragging all of your juice and cream over his lap. He doesn’t seem to mind.

You fumble between your legs to unbutton his pants and then unzip them. He assists you when he raises his hips for a second, allowing you to get his pants down just enough that his bulge is pressing against you through his boxers.

He’s looking up at you with slanted eyelids, his pupils blown to black with the rim of ice-blue hardly visible. He’s clearly so tipsy, just off of the little bit you’d spit into his mouth, meanwhile your body is hot and your vision is getting blurry, nothing on your mind except getting his cock inside of you.

But oh, he deserves the teasing he’d given you. You use your hand to palm him, but simultaneously drag your hips over his lap, your sensitive cunt twitching as you do so.

His head falls back, his Adam’s apple thumping gloriously in his throat. His eyes flutter closed but only briefly.

“Fuck- shit,” he groans. “‘M sorry ‘bout the teasing, ‘kay? Want you to take advantage of me already. F-fuck, please-“

His begging is so delicious. If he thinks this is going to decrease the teasing you’re bestowing upon him, he has another thing coming.

Probably you.

“Oh?” you hum, giggling. “What’s that? Satoru begging now? How the tables have turned…”

He groans again, “S-Sick, innit? The way I want to be balls deep in that wet ass cunt. Don’t wanna wait anymore. You’ve kept me dangling for so long. Please-“

He whines. He actually whines, followed by a low whimper as he pokes out his bottom lip and lifts his head to look at you again.

A smart move on his part because you are absolutely hypnotized by his eyes, and before you know it, your hand is passing the elastic band on his black boxers. You find your hand running over bare skin - what a slut, he’d shaved. You gasp as you continue to slide your hand down to try and grab his tip - but it’s not there. It’s so far deep into his pants because he’s simply that large.

You scoot back on his lap a bit and finally whip his cock out, and it bounces a bit at its own sheer heft. There’s a pretty curve in it and thick veins swirling the sides, leading to a fat pink tip.

You realize you’ve been staring, but also slowly stroking it, admiring the fuck out of this perfect cock that you knew you would be thinking about for weeks.

“Like what you - hah - s-see?” he coos, closing one eye and glancing down at your hand sliding delicately over his length with his other.

“Mhmm,” you reply, “just imagining how good it’s gonna hurt. Your cock gonna make me cry, ‘Toru?”

“F-Fuck yeah,” he shudders, “gonna have you screaming, pretty. Loud as you want - no one can hear. Need you to milk this cock.”

“S-Shut up,” you groan, only because his words were driving you mad - and you would not last even another sixty seconds without his length penetrating your poor insides.

But, you suddenly remember the whip on your waist. Albeit made out of a cheap, rope-like material, the gears in your head start twisting like the delinquent that you are.

You catch Satoru’s wondering eye as he silently asks you why you aren’t bouncing on his cock yet - but you manage to ignore the expression as you thwip out the long black prop and quickly get it around Satoru’s neck before he can so much as gasp in surprise.

His eyes widen when he realizes you’ve made a leash out of your whip, tightening it at the base of his throat and coiling it around your wrist, bringing his face closer to you.

He’s so stunned that he remains silent, but his plump lips are parted in surprise, which you take as an opportunity to bite into the bottom one - harshly.

You suck on it as you lift your hips and your free hand finds the base of his cock - then you slide it between your folds very purposefully and agonizingly slow.

“Holy fuck,” Satoru whimpers against your mouth. “Y’doing me so dirty, Y/N, fucking ruining me. God…” he adds, “I’m so fucking obsessed with you.”

You gasp at the confession, and then at the feeling of his tip pushing into your dripping hole, as you drag your hips down to sink yourself onto him.

His eyes immediately roll back, and you let go of his lip, keeping your grip on the whip as your pussy adjusts to his size - feeling the drumming pulse coming from his veins tap your walls erotically.

You try not to clench, but as you suspected, it hurts so good - you’re trying not to focus on the pain. But he’s just so thick, so filling.

You whimper and in the same moment, feel a coil of fingers wrapping into your hair, curling it around his knuckles to keep you from moving your head.

“Ride this shit,” he growls, his eyes suddenly back open and completely aware. “Put those sexy ass hips to use.”

He grips one with his free hand for emphasis, tightening his grip on your hair, suddenly making you wish you’d opted for the ponytail tonight. You cry out at the mixes of searing pain and pleasure, as you’ve managed to take all of his cock inside of you - his tip kissing your cervix painfully. You decide now you can try to move, so you use your toes to push yourself back up, finding your pace.

“It’s too big,” you complain, albeit very fakely; your grip on the whip turning your knuckles white as it’s the only thing you can do to distract yourself.

Your other hand digs into his shoulder, and he hisses.

“Nuh-uh,” he coos, “you can take it, pretty. Deep breaths, know you can be a good cockwarmer f’me.”

Your breaths are coming out in short little pants. Slowly you’re adjusting to his size, and with you slicking up his cock it’s easy to start gliding sinfully up and down, up and down-

Satoru leans forward against your restraint and greedily takes your mouth onto his. He squeezes your hip harshly to get you to moan, then shoves his tongue hungrily inside your mouth. While his tongue works on harassing yours, his cock works on bruising your uterus. You’re bouncing quicker now, but he’s meeting you halfway with animalistic thrusts of his own.

Aside from heavy breathing, the squelching sound of your wet walls against his dick accompany the clapping of your ass against his groin. You start rotating your hips, bringing one forward before the other, creating a wave-like motion as you ride your slutty little half-horse into oblivion.

His eyebrows are furrowed, his eyes shut tight, his mouth only hanging onto yours by his teeth as he continues to whine into the air. You yourself have gone up a few octaves, your moans competing with his, making the atmosphere even more erotic.

“Oh, fuck,” Satoru moans, “s’tight. S’good. Such a perfect fucking pussy, fits right over me. This shit was designed just f’me. Fuck, wh-why you fuckin’ me like this?” He shudders under you, releasing your lip from his teeth and opening his eyes. “Y’must want my fuckin’ babies, all in your stomach.”

Your eyes roll back as you repeat a very sultry, “All in my stomach.”

So cockdrunk off him, if he wants to fill you to the brim you’ll let him. You’ll let him have his way with you however he wants, at this moment, if it meant he’d keep fucking up into you this good - if it meant you could have his cock more than just tonight. You’d never wanted to obey and be so good for someone before now.

“You are being so good,” Satoru purrs, which makes you realize you said the last sentence aloud. “My pretty ponytail. Taking me so well. I know it hurts, baby, but you got it. You can have all of my cock - anytime you want. I-I’m…” he had been speaking clearly, but a particular thrust had made him lose his footing, bringing back his tipsy voice, “I-I’m yours to use. To ruin.”

Your eyebrows furrow, you gasp at the velvety statement. You know he’s just drunk, you are too, but you’re so incredibly fucked. Despite his words, he’ll probably never even look at you again after this, and it pains you deeply. You can’t think about that now though, because heat is rising in your stomach.

“God, Satoru,” you mumble, “keep fucking talking. Keep talking so I can cum all over you. Please, please, f-fuck.”

“Ngh, need you to cum,” Satoru says. “Wanna feel the way you pulse when you cum. Bet you can squirt f’me too, huh? Know you’ve got it, so wet like that.”

You shake your head, your hand loosening the grip on the whip; you just don’t have the strength anymore.

You lean back, arching against him, and he takes the opportunity to pop your breast right into his mouth, gripping onto your nipple with his teeth before he sucks like a starving man.

“P-Please, God… mmph,” you drag out, eyes rolling as you can barely bring yourself to make noise with the overwhelming amount of pleasure you’re experiencing.

But you’re taken by surprise when his hand is suddenly coming away from your hair, and his arms wrap around you in a tight bear hug. Your hand has no choice but to fall from the whip as your own arms wrap behind his neck to steady yourself - and just as you think you’re about to regain balance, Satoru starts mercilessly slamming his hips up into your ass.

“SHIT!” you scream out, the loudest you have since being in the car.

Flap, flap, flap - as he absolutely destroys the inner workings of your slick pussy - determined to bruise your cervix and leave it swollen and aching for him.

“You. Are. Gonna. Cum. For. Me,” he grits, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.

You feel tears brimming your eyes; it’s just so good, hurts so bad, you can’t get enough.

You find yourself seeing and saying nothing but his name over and over for the few seconds right before your orgasm, and then your poor body is spasming on top of Satoru’s as he fucks you through your high - your insides clenching and twitching, and then a gush! as your body has decided that an inner orgasm isn’t enough. Satoru was right - you’re squirting all over him, his pants, and the backseat.

His eyes bug out as his eyebrows furrow, taking in the sight of the magnificent pool you’ve left on him.

“So fucking hot,” he moans, “can feel that shit pulsing on me. F-Fuck. My turn—“

This brings him over the edge right along with you. You’ve gone limp against him, leaning your entire torso on his as he maintains his hug on you and squirts his thick ropes of hot cum all into your uterus.

You cannot see anything except white stars in your vision as you’ve lost yourself in recovering from your orgasms, and he’s not bothering to slide himself out of you just yet.

“S-So addicting,” he sighs, leaning his head against your shoulder, his hat finally falling off behind him, revealing the fact that his hair is stuck to his sweat-covered forehead.

His cock is twitching inside of you, but you can’t think about that now. You’re trying to regain your sight as well as the ability to breathe.

You lay there against each other, still filled up. His grip has loosened on you, but his hands are delicately petting the skin between your shoulder blades, his arms not letting you go.

You’re now just trying to catch your breaths, bodies pressed together in a lustful bliss as you come down off of your highs, soberness creeping up on you.

“Was better than my fantasies,” Satoru says softly, his hands still gently roaming the skin on your back.

“Mine too,” you giggle in response, the pants slowly becoming normal breaths again.

Satoru gently tugs on your hair to bring your face back level with his, and looks up at you, as innocent as can be.

“Y’know what this means, right?” he questions, squirming a bit underneath you just to remind you that his cock remains inside of you. “You’re never gonna be able to get rid of me. M’gonna need access to this pussy, at least once a week. If not more…” he tapers off before adding, “Only, of course, if you’re up for it.”

“Absolutely!” you squeak out a little too fast, to which Satoru gives you a charming crooked smile and leans forward to peck you on the lips.

“Well then,” he hums, “don’t think we can go back in the party with our cum all over us. Can I offer you a ride home, ponytail?”

You blink down at him. His gentlemanly nature from the party has returned, truly taking you aback, because of the way he was just muttering filth a moment ago.

You took him up on his offer though, legs shaking as you crawled to the front and got your skirt and boots back on. He’d had to exit the car and get back in, his long legs prohibiting him from just crawling to the front.

You can tell he’s sober now, he better have been, otherwise he wasn’t driving you anywhere. But you knew he was when his hand gently rested on the thigh he had abused the entire time, rubbing soft circles to soothe the red handprints he’d left.

You sigh, knowing you’re completely fucked. Hooking up with him was a step in the right direction, but who was to say he’d ever want to be anything more than this? Lots of things to think about, but right now, you just relaxed under his touch as he drove you back to your dorm.

And when you saw him again, it would be at your scrimmage a week later. You’d already filled your girls in on everything, down to the nasty details they’d begged to hear. That’s why they shoved you off the bleachers the minute it appeared that Satoru’s team was done practicing.

Satoru arrived in the hallway right on cue, and you hit him with your customary bump of the shoulder.

“There you are, ponytail,” he mutters, glancing around before gently pulling you into a maintenance closet. “Thought you’d bailed on me.” He presses a fat kiss to your forehead, making your heart flutter. “Been thinking about you all week, need to take some stress out on that pretty pussy.”

You squeak quietly, running your fingers through his hair, missing the way he looked in his Stetson but being able to appreciate his practice attire just the same. His hands find the band of your jersey shorts and begin tugging them down.

“Wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” you coo quietly, your back hitting the wall. “How d’you wanna do this?”

“Well, I certainly enjoyed you on top last time,” he purrs, “but - hah - sometimes, even the cowboys need a break from riding.”

I. AM. SO. FERAL FOR JOCKEY/COWBOY GOJO WTFFF

And he’s such a gentleman STOPP <33

ok this was the most fun thing ive ever written. that’s all bye.

~ pennjammin

[hannahhook7744]

New Characters from Nightmares and Sueños (Will Contain Spoilers);

Peña boy (One of Julieta's failed suitors).

Juana Mazorra (One of the oldest residents of the Encanto and a friend/acquaintance of Alma Madrigal).

Olga Deja (Alma helped her move once. Seem to be friendly with one another).

Karina Mendez (Alma helped her get a job by vouching for her to a shopkeeper).

Erik Alfaro (Javi's brother).

Javi Alfaro (Asked Bruno for a vision regarding his fish: Bruno lied and said his fish would be fine. It died the same day).

Antonia (Bruno's classmate. He lied and said she'd pass a test, and she flunked out of school).

Chef Solorzano (Asked Bruno if he'd have enough ingredients for the annual town feast).

Jaime the carpenter (Asked Bruno if he'd get a decent apprentice ship this season).

Maria Alcanara (Asked Bruno how many puppies her dog would have).

Benito (Bruno told someone he did love them).

José (Ends up married to Irina Cujo, likely via an arranged marriage that she doesn't want).

Irina Cujo (Asked Bruno whether she'd be forced to marry José).

Irina and José's three kids.

Mendoza Family (They have a farm and asked Bruno for a vision about the crops).

Doña Morales (Asked Bruno for a vision about a mysterious person she kept seeing around the edges of the Encanto).

Julio Anta (Bruno saw him die in a vision from an illness when his wife asked about him).

Señora Anta (The Seamstress).

Señor Cruz (The Butcher).

Carlos (The star of everything at school. Including the school play and sports).

Señora Morales (Bruno's teacher. Could be the same person as Doña Morales but I'm not sure).

Ramón (Bruno's bully of a classmate).

Maximo (The 'good kid' with a cruel sense of humor who spoke to Bruno in class).

Hernán Otero (Julieta's Suitor who got butthurt because Bruno had a vision and assumed it was because Julieta didn't like him. Blamed Bruno for cursing him).

Doctor Lobo (Doctor who told Señora Anta there was nothing more he could do to help).

The Anta Children (they were mentioned during Bruno's vision to Señora Anta).

Alfredo Mijares (the town carpenter who separated from his wife. Bruno told her this and she might have blamed him for it).

Claudia Mijares (The Madrigal Triplets' childhood doctor).

The 3 Mijares.

The Enriquez children.

Daniel Enriquez (Roberto's adoptive father).

Señora Enriquez (Roberto's adoptive mother).

Heidi (Bruno's kind, confident, and smart glasses wearing classmate).

Annalise (Bruno's friendly but awkward classmate).

Roberto (Bruno's fake friend who pretended to like Julieta and used him in an attempt to destroy the encanto. A raider's son. Got off pretty easy in the end despite killing Francisco, holding Julieta at knife point, manipulating Bruno, and knocking Agustín out after he tried to save Julieta).

Francisco Padilla (A man who people considered a conman. Alma didn't trust him. He became the town boogeyman but he was nice to Bruno and tried to help guide him. Might have some limited ability to see the future. Bruno still wears his green cloak. Roberto killed him when the man fought him trying to save Julieta who Roberto was holding at knife point. He was older than Alma by tenish years via Bruno's estimate).

Eduardo Escala (Possible friend of Julieta's. He told her of his woes and she invited him over to have some food).

Mari Aspuru (Possible friend of Julieta's. She invited her over to have some food).

Señor Pinnelas (Bruno tried to warn him his hand would be crushed by his tool box but did so awkwardly and the man accused him of cursing him despite being previously nice).

Ivette (Bruno was apparently right about her cooking).

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X-Men Found Family Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Scott's Life is Hard by yellow_caballero - Rated G

Scott cares a lot less about leading the X-Men then he does about getting the kids to school on time. Wrangling a mansion full of teenagers is the work of a lifetime, but Scott's not going anywhere. Sometimes love has to be enough. And somehow Scott's father of the year. In which bees are a novelty to ex-brainwashed apocalypse assasins, rotating groups of teenagers makes breakfast increasingly complicated, Magneto reads the daily newspaper, and Scott is the supreme god king dictator of 20 frightened mutant teenagers.

We Are Not Alone by WhiteravenGreywolf - Rated T

After escaping their cage, the group struggles to find their place in the world, all the while being pursued by the Essex Corporations who does not like to lose assets, even if those assets are a couple of rebellious teenagers.

When My Fist Clenches, Crack It Open by versaphile - Rated M

More than anything else, David wants to believe he's not sick because that means he isn't crazy. It means he can fall in love and live happily ever after. But if he surrenders to that hope and he's wrong, then there's no coming back. The Shadow King is victorious, but the battle for David Haller’s soul has only begun. David fails to escape Division 3's intervention and is forced into therapy. With his relationships ruined, his mind split, and his past a lie, death seems like the only choice left. But Farouk is pulling the strings to keep him alive. As David's friends and family work desperately to save him, David must reclaim his past and present to avoid losing his future to the monster who destroyed him.

I'll Close My Mouth (I Won't Say a Word) by Shaderose - Rated T

"Knowing that he doesn't belong. Because he doesnt, doesn't fit into the clean, sleek environment, with his too sharp frame and his dirtied, ripped up sneakers. His old tattered clothes, and his skin riddled with scars. Imperfections. Flaws. A man of loud, harsh words and bruised knuckles, quick fingers and slick feet, in a world of softness, gentle and quiet. Of course he doesn't belong. Why would he? This isn't his home. And yet, Mrs. Kaplan, with her too warm eyes and her too gentle smile, tells him, "Welcome home," anyways. Yeesh." -- A story about friends, family, insecurities, truth and, most importantly, the true meaning of love.

A Day in the Life by SeaSpectre160 - Rated G

Amidst all the discussion and controversy over the 'mutant threat', one reporter goes to the mutants themselves to get their perspective.

(Take It) All Away by Sweetbriar15 - Rated T

Certain they would turn him away, but knowing nowhere else to go, Lance approaches the X-men for help when his team is stricken ill.

Hold my hand and float back to the summer time by caughtinanocean - Rated T

Julio and Shatterstar learn how to come home, and what you do after. “‘Star, have you ever thought about...doing something else?” “Well, there was televised combat in an arena,” Shatterstar says, “and we just led a revolution.” Julio looks at the floor underneath his socked feet. He feels sort of stupid saying this aloud. “I mean, like. Normal stuff.” “Normal stuff,” Shatterstar echoes. “Huh.”

Ringer by Crewe - Rated G

"Guess what I just did," Bobby said, ignoring him to reach around and get a finger on the side of the bowl. With a little concentration, frost spread out from the point of contact across the bowl and the ice cream inside refroze. Warren begrudgingly lowered his shoulder to give him another bite in exchange for services rendered. "What," he said flatly, elbowing Bobby until he slid off of him and onto the stool beside. "I got Scott to play a game," he said archly. "He's outside being, like, really intense about horseshoes." -- Scott starts playing horseshoes, and he just doesn't think to stop. His friends don't notice, until they do.

Lost and Found by ManicRavingsofaLunatic - Rated T

Alex rescues a kid from one of Trask's facilities; a kid that trusts him implicitly and looks to Alex for protection. The last time Alex was trusted with a such a burden he failed. But that Scott and this Scott are definitely not the same person. And Alex won't fail again this time. Basically, this is the story of how Alex found Scott

Don't Be Afraid by flightinflame - Rated T

A lot of people fear Jean for her telepathy. But Charles never will.

Home Sweet Home by PUNK_MENACE - Rated G

Set after "Greetings from Genosha". X-Men are trained mutants, ready to fight whatever evil may try to hurt humankind or mutantkind. Which means that instead of sulking around the mansion they detected Mystique's presence on the island and managed to save Kurt. He wasn't left unscathed, though.

In These Ever Changing Times by saekhwa - Rated G

There are two things Armando knows, even one death and twenty years later: he's an X-Man, and he'll always have Alex's back.

For Just One Day Let's Only Think About Love by Duck_Life - Rated T

Sometimes, even a runaway bride isn't enough to deter a wedding after-party. Set immediately following X-Men Gold #30. Welcome to Rogue and Remy's reception.

Christmas Traditions by Ava_DAlain - Rated T

It’s the time of year that brings people together to celebrate, reflect, and create lasting memories…Maybe even some new traditions. A fluff-filled collection of one-shots, ficlets, and drabbles featuring Rogue, Gambit, and the rest of the X-Men, just for fun. Tags will be updated to reflect new chapters.

Raising Laura by LucasGreenX23 - Rated M

What if Project X-23 had been delayed several years? Beaten and abused to breed out all emotion, lead to believe that she was nothing more than a weapon to be used, a much younger X-23 has never known the concept of kindness. Then the man known as Wolverine arrived with his X-Men, and suddenly, the little mutant is faced with her greatest challenge yet… being part of a family.

The Brotherhood of (very nice) Mutants by AetherBunny - Rated G

“Pete? Can I ask you something?” “Sure, anything.” Scott looked at him for a moment and then seemed to change his mind. Scott and Pietro miss their siblings and Pete is a very good surrogate big brother. Scott gives Pete a good idea and Pete gets his sister back. This is going in the "I'm just going to keep adding Wanda" collection, but it has nothing to do with the other fics in it. It's just, you know, I added Wanda...

Desperado, Why Don't You Come To Your Senses by WretiaBlue - Rated T

Come down from your fences, open the gate It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you You better let somebody love you Let somebody love you before it's too late. Desperado, Eagles 1973 ~~~ Or: Gambit joins the X-Men. Maybe things won't turn out so bad after all.

Uncanny X-Men 1943 by stellarose - Rated M

X-Men AU. Emma Frost runs Division X, a classified squad within the secretive Special Operations Executive based in London. It isn't their job to win the war, only to save those they can. Emma's squad of Psylocke, Angel, Logan and Fantomex set out of rescue three mutants trapped in occupied and increasingly hostile France. But when the mission takes a turn for the worse, Emma and the team must decide if they cut their losses, or fight twice as hard to bring everyone home.

New Moon by digeridoo - Rated M

Logan is left to babysit a mansion full of mutant kids for the weekend while the rest of the X-Men are on conference to boost mutant acceptance.

Eulogy by Secret_Pizza_Party - Rated G

The mansion is too full of ghosts—the dead ones, and the living. The inhabitants move through rooms, move past one another as if they’ve become insubstantial, incapable of interacting. A haunting that no one can find a way to fit to words. ------ After the events of Episode 5, the X-Men gather together to say final farewells to those they've lost.

Familial ties by Multifandom_damnation - Rated T

Peter knows his father is Magneto no matter how much he tries to deny it, and even though Kurt doesn't know who his mother is, Professor X is more than happy to help him figure it out. I think it's about time we rejoined some families, don't you?

BROTHERS AND CATS by Honmyo_Seagull - Rated T

The one where Gabby gets to meet Gambit’s cats, where the Cajun fears Daken might be his evil twin and quotes Shakespeare, where Bullseye would just like people to let him do his job, where Laura might remain oblivious of certain events but still spends a pretty good day.

Sweet Home Alabama by Rachel_Martin64 - Rated T

On the way back to Alkali Lake, Scott saves a life along the highway and gets his own life saved in return. This story starts at the beginning of X3, when Scott leaves the mansion, and immediately goes AU. If you hated the way X3 treated Scott, this story's for you.

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Caretaker Profiles

Hey, so it just occurred to me that I never made one of these in the whole time that Eternal ran (oops), so I'm gonna fix that now!

Nico Clemenza is a gate guard in his mid-twenties. He has short dark brown hair that looks intentionally styled to be messy, green eyes, and scrabbly facial hair. He's built thick and athletic due to his time as high school football captain, and he's got a certain golden retriever energy about him. Loyal to the Costa Family and to the Boss, Nico wouldn't like to rock the boat too much, but then he made friends with the Boss' intern. They saw each other every day as Thomas came and left the grounds, but he finally worked up the balls to talk to the new intern one day during lunch. He is one of those people who wouldn’t question the lies and cover stories his superiors give him, but one too many details start not adding up, and he becomes concerned for his new friend’s well-being. Nico eventually comes face to face with the truth and becomes disillusioned in his family, his work, and the Costas. Now, he has to decide what to do with this crushing realization all while trying to help Khaled as much as he can.

Julio Lazaro Estrada is a Latin American man with light olive skin covered in tattoos, dark hair that he bleaches and dyes sometimes, hazel cat-like eyes, and some patchy facial hair. He’s very tall and skinny because of a stupid high metabolism. He has crooked fingers from his time in jail (see tragic backstory), and he has quite a few piercings and tattoos. He is the young boss of Juicio Divino -Divine Judgment in English- an Afro-Latino gang that challenges the Costas for territory. He and Thomas Costa go way back; before he was resigned to be a contracted killer, Julio had a promising future as a music student, but due to meddling and underhanded business on Thomas’ part, Julio ended up in jail, where he met Isidro Bautista and was absorbed into the shady underworld of contract killing. (Although Julio redefines and holds onto his own moral compass despite all the blood on his hands.) He adores Khaled and wants to free him from the man who (supposedly) single-handedly ruined his life, but Julio does not know how to best handle his feelings for Khaled while keeping his own emotional health in check. He is best known for his confident demeanor and warm familiarity, often calling people vato or some other nickname.

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[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug on 'Tribe'

When not turning his home into a giant light hazard for Jesus's Birthday or getting into yelling fights in the alley with Bobby Lee (another redneck neighbor who is a DIE HARD 'Bama fan) about SEC football, Doug's been randomly texting me things about the Jedi.

I'll update y'all on that soon enough. (Plo Koon = Sexy Shrimp Daddy?!)

Meanwhile, here is his review of his favorite episode of Season 2 of The Bad Batch...TRIBE, or as Doug calls it 'Chewbacca Junior and the Weed Business'.

Yes, a random fetch quest one in which Clone Force 99 helps out a random Wookiee kid. His favorite. Don't ask.

Need a Doug refresher? Check it out under Doug Talks Star Wars here.

TW: Doug Doug's as is his Doug-like wont. Hold onto your butts. A little calmer since Daddy Warcrimes is MIA in this one.

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So we got Daddy Rambo and the gang making counterfeit licenses for underage drinkers or whatever. You gotta do what you gotta do, I guess, and Daddy Rambo will do a lot of things, but obtaining gainful employment ain’t one of them. 

Ryan-from-Accounting is smug as hell about his counterfeiting operation. You’re so smart, Ryan-from-Accounting, why don’t you go to law school and start practicing corporate licensing? At least you can get equity there, ya dingaling.

And Little Orphan Blondie runs away because she’s embarrassed to be seen around them. I get it, kid.

Woah, it’s Chewbacca Junior! Are the lizard and robot people trying to sell him to the circus or something? Oh, he’s a Jedi?! When did this happen, this is awesome! I loved Chewbacca! I love Wookiees! AWESOME!!!

And Little Orphan Blondie is protecting him, go Little Orphan Blondie, go! 

I hope they adopt Chewbacca Junior and get him a collar and a nice bed on the floor of the HMS Search Warrant. They need a pet. Little Orphan Blondie can brush him and put bows in his hair! Do you think he uses a litter box?

They’re taking him home, and look! Little Orphan Blondie is giving him her Lunchables. I’m proud of the Dad Batch, they’re teaching Little Orphan Blondie good morals. Oh, poor wee Chewbacca Junior, he has no family and when he talks it sounds like Jimmers when he’s treed a squirrel*.

But Ryan-from-Accounting can understand him! Ya know, I wonder if his helmet can translate Bitch and that’s how Ryan-from-Accounting talks to his Bitch Wife Laura. 

It would be awesome if they adopt Chewbacca Junior and he attacks people with his lightsaber. He’s like a pet version of an MR-15! Imagine the DAMAGE his furry ass would do on the battlefield! 

Ooh, they made it to Wookieeland! Ya know, it always reminded me of where Jenny and I used to camp in northern California. I wonder if there’s a brewery nearby? I bet Toaster Strudel needs to throw back, that man needs a beer and a restraining order from Daddy Rambo. 

Oh SHIT, looks like the bugs from Klendathu made their way down to Wookieeland. Somebody call the Starship Troopers! Oh, wait, they can talk to those things like Dougie Houser did? Woah. Neat. 

Looks like the Empire found the Wookiee weed farm and torched it. Poor Wookiees, they’re just trying to make an honest living growing herb. Leave ‘em alone!

Which planet makes meth, my money’s on Tatooine, it looks like New Mexico and that place is meth Disneyland, there was a whole TV show about it. 

(Above is...Tatooine?! - Dr Meat Muffin)

Oh man it’s Houma-BBQ-Bitch’s shitty brothers and they’re burning the whole weed operation to the ground. Guess they work for the DEA.

Kick their asses, Wookiees! Now they want Chewbacca Junior, but the Dad Batch is saying FUCK YOU! 

Go Dad Batch go! Fire ‘em up! Destroy the tanks! GO JULIO GO! It’s like Apocalypse Now with Bigfoot!

More Wookiees! And they’re riding giant monkey-cats! AWESOME. Man, I feel stoned just watching this episode. Why can't I stop giggling.

Granny Wookiee says come on in and have some weed! Oh, shit, are they doing ayahuasca? Toaster Strudel ain’t having it, but Julio’s down. Julio’s down for anything, he’s probably gonna stick around, use his pipe laying skills, and get some free ganga out of the deal. Man, we all need a Julio in our life. Love him. 

Oh, poor Chewbacca Junior can’t find a home. Come on, Granny Wookiee, just let him crash with you guys! He can clip weed on the side, he’s got that lightsaber, let ‘em have it. But first, let’s talk to the trees! Did they take mushrooms before this scene, Jesus Christ this really does take place in Humboldt County, doesn’t it.

Ah, nevermind, the gators that run the DEA are here. With Stormtroopers. Oh shit, are the gators wearing Wookiee pelts while fighting Wookiees? That’s some Silence of the Lambs shit right there.

Welp, time for fire fights, Smokey the Bear does not approve of this episode, especially as one of the lizard men chases Chewbacca Junior and Little Orphan Blondie into the woods with a flamethrower. 

Oh shit, there are the bugs! Shit, am I actually cheering on the bugs from Starship Troopers? What is going on here, I’m so confused. Whelp, they’re eating Houma-BBQ-Bitch’s brother, good for them.

Back to Granny Wookiee’s Pot Palace, where Toaster Strudel and Julio throw back her questionable moonshine and smile at each other. If they end up with Wookiee girlfriends, it will be weird, but I will be happy for them. 

And Little Orphan Blondie and Chewbacca Junior are talking to the trees, again. Just watching this episode makes me wanna go back to Electric Forest. Except I don’t think Oceana County has wookiees, but it does have crazy people in the woods I guess. 

*=Jimmers is Doug’s extremely handsome poodle mix dog. His full name is Jimmers Jimothy Jimerson III and they found him as a stray when he was eating trash behind a bowling alley in Nacogdoches. 

Where my Doug fans at? @amalthiaph @eyecandyeoz @merkitty49 @sued134 are the biggest, but let me know if ya wanna be tagged in the next installment!

[somethingwittyandweird]

It's that time again! What's your favorite game you played this year?

Hope you're ready for a response to rival last year's post. There are so many good games that I have so much yapping to do about. And, if I may say so, this year was an accomplished one: I made some notable progress putting long-standing backlog titles to rest, as well as some new games that won me instantly. So, let's dive in...

We started off VERY strong with converting one of last year's “I watched this game and it was cool” to “I played this game and it was cool”: Hi-Fi Rush. It absolutely captivated me throughout. It has everything- charm, style, writing and characters that are heartfelt, hilarious, and over the top all at once- and most of all it has an incredibly natural evolution of the high-style high-precision action genre into a rhythm-based brawler where the world moves to the beat. Do I even need to mention it has, not one, but two banger soundtracks? It's a game I look forward to replaying (a rare praise from me), and one I know I'll be in love with for a long time.

Around the same time I was working my way through Sea of Stars- I've talked more about that here but it also really had me engaged as a modern love letter back to the SNES JRPG era. Visually stunning, musically lovely, satisfying gameplay, and a story that I felt gave its well written characters the space they deserved.

Once those were out of the way, I had my mission for the rest of the year: get this backlog CLEARED. Throughout the year, I knocked out:

Pokemon Ranger: Shadows of Almia: a game beloved by many growing up that had passed me by. Experiencing it for myself years later, I could tell that I would have poured endless hours into this DS title as a kid, and even today I loved it enough to 100% its quests and Pokedex. Absolutely killer writing and fun gameplay that still holds up today. I am glad I played it as an older adult though for one reason: at this age I know how not to harm my DS’ screen when drawing endless loops.

NEO TWEWY: A sequel to a cult classic I never thought I'd see but I was so, so happy to see it come back. The new game massively shook up the gameplay (it had to, TWEWY for DS is very literally inimitable) but fully kept the spirit and updated it. As the OG wore its 2000s teen culture loud, this game carried the torch forward and gave us the same charm with modern Internet culture. It brought back old characters in excellent ways, added great new ones, had some of my favorite kind of time travel writing moments, and did it all with style, flair, and a rocking OST. In every way a worthy successor to the OG.

Indivisible: Another game I wrote about elsewhere, Lab Zero's sadly ill-fated entry into action platforming. As I said there, I'm glad I could give myself closure on it and I was glad to appreciate the parts of it that did clearly shine- the delicious visuals and combat gameplay. Hopeful to see where those devs end up and what they'll contribute their talent to now.

Triangle Strategy: In terms of strategy games this was a foray outside my usual Fire Emblem interest zone, but it is my friend’s favorite game of all time, so I had to give it a go. The differences took some adjusting, but I ended up enjoying my time with the game. Combat was engaging, visuals had me oohing and ahhing in places, I liked the characters (Julio and Jens my MVPs). But the standout was the story- as deep and politically thrilling as I was promised it would be. The narrative voting/negotiation system offered me some cool moments of choosing my path (or one time having it chosen for me) which culminated in a really really well set up three-way ending split; it wasn't just choosing a side but choosing an ideology, and the characters who wouldn't abide that choice felt completely justified in their refusal to follow you. I didn't get the golden route, but I may go back someday. Without a doubt my best narrative game of the year. (Plus, the final boss of the route I chose was really really tactically engaging and I loved it as much as i feared it.)

Along the way, a few non-backlog titles did sneak their way onto the list…

Case of the Golden Idol: a visually quirky detective narrative puzzle game that scratched the same deductive itch as Obra Dinn, I had a lot of fun deciphering its ersatz mystery. Each chapter is a death tableau and you use clues and logic to piece together who is who, what is what, and what has happened, with each scene leading to a bizarre overarching narrative that makes you want to keep going just to see how wild it gets.

Death’s Door: A little soulslite adventure title about a reaper crow working for Death and trying to straighten up some loose ends. The environments are really well modeled (though a map wouldn't have gone amiss) and the combat system had a satisfying loop with some unique twists. Its final boss impressed me by being a spectacle fight through multiple zones that showed off the boss’ powers thematically, let you learn what the boss was doing in each phase, and wasn't a drag to retry (the usual danger with set piece fights that keep shifting areas). 

Blasphemous: One of those “classics” of the modern indie metroidvania space, and one of the first to get overtly Soulsy with it, I finally got the chance to try it and it showed me just why it deserves its "classic" status. The writing was very Souls and the platforming very vania, both excelling in their own way. I really loved the sheer variety of collectibles, that's a strong point in my heart for any metroidvania. I absolutely adored the music, a masterwork of Spanish guitar tracks I still listen to. And visually the game’s strong Spanish Roman Catholic aesthetic absolutely oozed artistic passion, and it was clear that so much work went into its visuals… including the surprising amount of (well-animated) gore. Which leads me to…

Nine Sols: if I had a nickel for every soulslike metroidvania I played this year that turned out to be quite unexpectedly graphic, these would be my two nickels. But content warning aside, I can't sing Nine Sols’ praise enough. Its gameplay was thoroughly polished and at every turn designed to help you feel like a kickbutt martial artist warrior, running up walls and surviving lethal enemies with perfect parrying and a unique attack to give that iconic ‘dash past enemy, beat, they explode’ rhythm to the fights. Then it sells that mastery by making enemies increasingly lethal, requiring more and more skill, but the floor never ramped hard enough that I was frustrated (though the last two bosses had me baffled for a while). Exploration felt rewarding with a lot of cool and useful items to find, and seeing this game’s beautiful blend of "Taopunk" futuristic + traditional Oriental environmental designs was a treat unto itself. And lastly, there's a gripping story that unfolds as you get to know its characters- Yi, your mysterious protagonist, the friends he makes, and the enemies he ruthlessly cuts down.

Are we done yet? Almost, I promise. 

As of writing I'm in the middle of Echoes of Wisdom and Ghost Trick, so those, while both great titles, will I think be their own posts. All that's left then is to acknowledge the games I played that I didn't, or couldn't, “beat:” the multiplayer ones.

I played a bunch of MtG with my friends, and I played a lot of Civilization VI with other friends, and those both took up many happy hours. If this wasn't too long already I'd tell you about unstoppable bunnies and definitely not werewolves, or my friends and I allying to conquer the world. But I knew when I got my switch recap today that there's a clear standout in hour count alone: It's not a surprise to you or to me, it's Splatoon freshwater-freaking 3. 

How could I not give it the most love for this year where I fell harder into it than ever before? Where my elite Salmon Runner friend helped me climb to dizzying new heights of EVP rank 999? Where I appeared on so many friend’s multiplayer streams for Splatfests and Big Runs? Where I took it upon myself to fill out my weapon collection 100%? Where I did Side Order runs until I knew every floor by name? Every one of those things has given me a cherished memory… but none more cherished than attending an honest-to-goodness music festival in this game, with my friends, reminiscing on past triumphs, on the importance of living in the present, and with the thrill of looking to the future. I loved Splatoon 3, and with the Grand Festival, it felt like the game, the devs, and the community gave me that love right back. 

That, among all of these games’ memories and experiences, is the one I think I'll treasure longest.

Video games are cool. I'm so, so glad they're real.

[bunchems]

A Date For One pt. 2

WARNINGS: Angst with no happy ending.

Steven: Bold

Marc: Italics

Jake’s thoughts: Bold and Italics

Preface: A little update on how Jake is doing after being let down by Dylan.

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The sinking feeling in Jake’s stomach remained for days as he couldn’t get what happened out of his mind. Dylan had lied to him, stood him up, met with a man the same night, kissed him and went on about her life like she didn’t just ruin someone’s day.

Maybe I just came on a little too strong, I could’ve been more gentle or less obnoxious.. something. I know I could’ve made her like me if she had just given me a chance.

“Mate, it’s not your fault. There was nothing you could’ve done she clearly wasn’t a good person if she could do that to someone.” And Jake knew Steven was right. He knew it. But that gnawing feeling of inadequacy that has been chasing him all his life feels like it finally caught up and is making up for lost time.

“You’ve been sitting here for two weeks straight.. wouldn’t have eaten anything if it weren’t for us. Y’know we do actually care about you right?” Steven sighs when Jake remains quiet, staring at the ground so deep that his eyes started drifting further apart in their focus.

Since that day, Jake hasn’t so much as spoke a full sentence, eaten a proper meal, got up to use the bathroom on his own, nor has he left his house. He kept hoping that his phone would magically ring with her name flashed across the screen but he knew he was reaching for stars.

After everything Jake has done for them, Marc and Steven had no issues with being there for him and taking care of him through his anguish.. they just wished there was something more that they could do. They had no clue how to make him feel better, he’s only ever responded with aggression when he was upset but this? This is nothing like that.

Jake curls into himself on the couch with a beer in hand, he wasn’t drinking it, nor even looking at it, just holding it loosely between three fingers. The frown pulled down further on his face when he thought about not being in the mood to drink his favorite drink and it only made Steven more worried.

“How about you go to a bar or a club? Let me and Marc worry about how to get us home, yeah?” More silence followed.

“Lockley. It has been. Two. Weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I know it takes a while to get over being upset but you aren’t yourself. You can’t keep feeling bad and thinking negative thoughts. You need to get up and do something that takes your mind off things.” Finally, Jake sighs. It’s a hint that they’re going in the right direction but how can they take it a step farther. Real progress is getting him to speak. Or stand up at least.

“What can we do to help?” Marc whispers through the dim reflection of the tv, doing his best to make eye contact with him.

Wordlessly, Jake stands up and walks to the closet, returning two minutes later in a different yet comfy outfit, heading towards the door with keys in hand.

“That’s the spirit!” A small smirk plays on his face as he rolls his eyes, getting in the car and setting off to the bar a couple blocks away from their flat.

“All I need is Don Julio.” The headspace erupted with happiness and laughter up until they reached the lot. Since it was only one in the afternoon, the bar was scarce. Maybe less than thirty people in total and all of them quiet and enjoying their drinks.

A couple glasses of tequila later and Jake wore a proud smile on his face, talking to his alters without worrying if others would deem him as odd or crazy. Everything was going smooth, even as women came up and spoke to him, he kept his cool. Turning them down and keeping his drink in hand, ordering one after the other and trying more sweet ones when he got tired of the numb feeling on his tongue.

He focused mainly on Marc since he held their conversations better, all the way up until he noticed Steven’s eyes widen in his peripheral.

“How about you order a drink for the road and we can get goin.” Jake knew he should’ve listened without a second thought but he couldn’t help his curiosity as he twisted in his chair and faced Dylan’s laughing face.

She wasn’t with the man she was with last time. But that didn’t seem to stop her from setting herself over his lap and kissing him on his cheek. Even after the alcohol had warmed him up, he felt a heat in his stomach that almost had him keeling over.

Without another thought, he leaves the bar with the glass still in hand, getting in the car and staring straight forward as he takes a moment to reel in what he just saw.

“She gives everyone a chance but me.”

“If she’d given you a chance how would you feel if she was with another man the next day. Be glad she didn’t waste your time thinking she was interested. She clearly likes the attention.” He knew Steven was right and didn’t make any rebuttal. He did dodge a bullet. But that doesn’t mean he didn’t get grazed.

He managed to drive them home safely and step foot in a quiet flat, standing in the doorway like he’s a guest in his own place, looking around with a dazed expression. His eyes drifted across the furniture and floor before they stopped on Steven’s reflection in the mirror, his eyes were soft and understanding. Steven of all people would know what it’s like to feel like this. To feel empty and alone when he knows he isn’t.

Jake’s feet trudge to the mirror, holding eye contact with him and melting a bit when he sees Steven’s hand rest against the glass. A tear made its way down his cheek, watching Steven’s face drop in sadness when he presses his forehead against the glass where his hand lay. Jake slid down and sat, face still against the mirror while he quietly sobbed.

“Oh.. mate..”

He knew more than ever that Jake needed a hug or a hand on his shoulder at the very least and it pained him to know that he couldn’t offer that. He sat in silence as he watched over him, watching his eyes close and eventually go to sleep.

“We’ll be here when you wake up.”

[blowflyfag]

the Wrestler: Volume 26, 2009

SPOTLIGHT ON… 

C.M. PUNK

DON’T BOTHER ASKING what “C,M.” stands or … Ditto with the Pepsi logo… Stories are as unpredictable as the man himself… Born Phillip Brooks in Chicago, Illinois, on October 26, 1978… Probably not a good idea to call him Phill, either… Indy darling whose reputation preceded him by years… More than lived up to billing since joining WWE in 2006… First experience in wrestling was as part of backyard promotion… 

[February 2022: Punk does battle with Colt Cabana in IWA: Mid-South. Punk would hold IWA: M-S gold on several separate occasions.

Photo By Timothy Walker]

Grew to love and appreciate the nuances of the sport there… Began going by the name C.M. Punk at that point… Worked as part of the Chick Magnets tag team with C.M. Venom… Graduated from backyard fights to wrestling school in Chicago… Trained under Ace Steel at the Steel Domain school… Wrestled throughout the Midwest while with Steel Domain… Began competing with and against a man named Scott Colton, who was also at Steel Domain… In following years, Punk and Scott “Colt Cobana” Colton would have many encounters… Duo hooked up with Chuckee Smooth, Adam Pearce, and Dave Prazak to form the Gold Bond Mafia… Stable made its way through the indy promotions of the Midwest… Emerged as a budding leader in the indies… Made the move to IWA: Mid-South and quickly rose through the ranks… Heald championship gold on seven different occasions… Developed feuds with Caban, again, and fellow newcomer Chris Hero… Had falling-out with Mid-South in early-2003… Didn’t affect his status as a hot commodity on the indy circuit, though… Began making appearances for Ring of Honor at the same time… eventually reconciled with Mid-South… Appeared briefly with TNA… Never found a comfortable place with the promotion… Allowed to flourish in ROH… Nearly captured the inaugural Pure title in ROH… Lost to A.J. Styles in the finals… Won the ROH tag team championship with Cabana twice… Team was called the Second City Saints… Was a top star in ROH… Position brought new responsibility… Hired as head trainer of ROH in 2003, while continuing to compete… Involved in a legendary series of matches over the ROH title with Samoa Joe… Two of the three matches ended in 60-minute draws… Joe retained the title with a victory in match three… Second match if the series is hailed as an epic encounter… Gained the attention of Vince McMahon and WWE and given a series of tryouts… Signed developmental deal in June of 2005… In a rare move, was able to continue competing for ROH after signing with WWE… Worked out to his ultimate advantage… Defeated Austin Aries to capture the ROH championship in mid-2005… Would prove to be his only ROH singles title run… Turned against the ROH fans who had made him such an iconic figure… Threatened to take the ROH title with him to WWE… Mocked the title by signing his WWE contract on top of it…. Fans and wrestlers alike implored him to leave with respect… Mick Foley intervened on behalf of the fans… Continued to disrespect the strap and the ROH fans… 

[Photo by George Napolitiano]

Dropped the title to James Gibson (WWE’s Jamie Noble) in a four-corners match…

[February 2003: Punk and Cabana take their feud to Ring of Honor, where Punk competes for ROH’s Pure wrestling championship.

Photo By Joe Zanolle

January 2004: With James Mitchell at the helm, Punk and Julio Dinero form The Gathering in TNA. However, TNA creative runs out of ideas for the tandem and Punk’s tenure in TNA is cut short.

Photo by Vern Verna]

Last singles match with ROH came in August 2005, two-out-of-three falls loss to Cabana… Sent out as a hero nevertheless… Returned one more time to ROH as a surprise competitor… With Bryan Danielson won a tag match at the promotion’s Unscripted II event… From then on it was all WWE… Assigned to Ohio Valley Wrestling developmental territory… First match for OVW was a losing effort in a six-man tag team match… Made his OVW television debut in September 2005, defeated Danny Inferno… Finished the match with a ruptured eardrum courtesy of an Inferno right fist… Beat Kenny Doane to win the OVW TV title… Defended the title in a brutal feud with Brent Albright… Both were hellbent on destroying the other… Dropped the title to Aaron Stevens in a three-way match with Albright… Cost Albright a shot at the title… Feuded well into into 2006… Paired up as a team during that time as well… Gained crowd support in early-2006… Albright became OVW champion when title was vacated by Matt Cappotelli…

[March 2004: Punk’s willingness to bend the rules serves him well in his match against A.J. Styles in the International Wrestling Cartel.

Photo by Timothy Walker

April 2004: Battling the respected Bryan Danielson–With Rick Steamboat serving as special guest referee–earns Punk few friends among the Ring of Honor faithful.

Photo By Wayne McCarty]

Won the OVW championship from Albright in May 2006… Called up to make an appearance for WWE in the meantime as part of John Cena’s team of gangsters as WrestleMania 22 in hometown of Chicago… Real work was still to be done in OVW… Teamed with Seth Skyfire in July 2006 to win the OVW Southern tag team title…

[April 2006: To the delight of the fans, Punk sheds plenty of blood in this dog-collar match against Jimmy Rave in Ring of Honor. 

Photo by George Napolitano

April 2007:Punk gets close to winning the “Money In The Bank” match at WrestleMania 23, but Ken Kennedy ultimately escapes with the briefcase.

Photo by George Napolitano]

First man to hold two OVW titles simultaneously… Began feuding with Skyfire as a result of team miscommunication… Situation went from bad to worse… Scheduled defense of the OVW title against Skyfire didn’t happen… Skyfire’s replacement, Chet the jet, filled in and won the title,,, Went from two titles to zero titles in a month’s time… Called up to WWE’s main roster shortly thereafter… Beat Stevie Richards at an ECW house show in his debut match… Won television debut over ECW original Justin Credible… First major ECW feud was with Mike Knox… Feud fueled by Knox’s clothing-impaired girlfriend Kelly Kelly… Moved on to bigger matches quickly in ECW…Fought in the “Elimination Chamber” match at December to Dismember… Qualified shortly thereafter for the “Money In The Bank” ladder match at Wrestlemania 23… Failed to capture the guaranteed contract… Competed on all three WWE brands over the next few months… Briefly joined the ill-fated New Breed faction… Ended up destroying the group from the inside… Reached the finals of a tournament to determine the new ECW champion… Was slated to face Chris Benoit at Vengeance… Ended up losing to Johnny Nitro at the event… Captured the ECW title in early-September 2007 by defeating Morrison on TV… Retained the title throughout the rest of 2007… Lost the gold to Chavo Guerrero Jr. in January 2008… Once again, won a spot in the “Money In The Bank” ladder match at WrestleMania… Won the guaranteed contract for a World title shot in the coming year… Year kept getting better… Nearly became the 2008 King of the Ring, losing to William Regal in the finals… Drafted to the Raw brand in June… Crashed in his titled shot only a week later… 

[March 2008: At WM 24, Punk captures the “Money In The Bank,” which he later uses to defeat Edge for WWE’s World title on Raw.

Photo by George Napolitano]

Shocked the world by defeating a battered and unsuspecting Edge to capture the WWE World title… Immediately called out by the likes of John Bradshaw Layfield… Unlikely champ not given the respect earned… Set to defend the title in a “Championship Scramble” match at Unforgiven in September… Attacked prior to the match… A Randy Orton kick to the head forced him to vacate the strap… Could not recapture the title in a rematch with his replacement and new champion, Chris Jericho… Still had a touch for winning gold… Captured the WWE World tag team title with Kofi Kingston in late-October… Successfully defended the championship through November… Came to the aid of Batista during a match overseas… Rekindled his disdain for Orton in the process… Popular WWE’s European tour in late-2008… Probably best to just call him “champion.”

[July 2008: Punk successfully defends his title against Batista, but later loses the best after Chris Jericho takes his place in the Raw Championship Scramble match at Unforgiven.

Photo by George Napolitano]

[maryrouille]

Divine intervention, mortal consequences. About MaXXXine (2024) by Ti West

Speaking about Ti West's latest work, I'll start with a quote from Kim Carnes' song, which we hear at the end of the film: She'll take a tumble on you, roll you like you were dice until you come up blue. Doesn't this perfectly describe our titular Maxine? She'll kill without hesitation if need be. She also has no problem doing whatever she's asked to do in auditions and on film sets. She casually drives past people protesting horror films, calling them satanic and completely out of place, while the Night Stalker hunts the city. Considering the earlier X and Pearl, I get the impression that Mia Goth's characters are devoid of human feelings. Even in the face of death, they seem to feel no terror as if nightmares were their profession.

Adult films are my profession

If we wanted to approach this film from a psychological perspective, we would have to ask ourselves what made our main character behave this way. Why does this young girl strive for fame, and crystal fame at that, because money doesn't turn her on, literally walking under dead bodies? We can look for the answer in a childhood focused on the cult of her own father and rebellion against extremely Catholic values. This would explain the path of a porn star who was far from modest and also was the easiest path for an uneducated girl to enter in her early days. Especially since in those years the pornographic film industry was gaining momentum. But still, rebellion and ease of work do not provide an answer to her downright disgusting pursuit of fame.

In my opinion, Maxine has not completely abandoned all the Christian values ​​instilled in her since childhood. Her desire for everyone to know her name is a pursuit of a kind of immortality, or eternal life promised in the Bible. It is also a kind of sanctification and elevation in the world of commercialism, because as a star she becomes someone above ordinary people, someone inaccessible to mortals. They can admire her brilliance only on a glass screen that shows icons but not people of flesh and blood.

Blonde Devil

Personally, I must also admit that I am fascinated not so much by the plot, but by the creation of the character of Maxine in this film. In X we see a simple girl dressed only in dungarees and blue eye shadow. Pearl shows us a modest figure of a girl with a bow in her hair and dresses to the ankles, which was a limitation of her time.

In MaXXXine, on the other hand, there is a much greater variety of stylizations of the character (at least in terms of appearance, because her general attitude - the devil - does not seem to evolve at all). The amount of clothing, hairstyles, and makeup that Maxine wears in different scenes is pleasing to the eye and captures the atmosphere of the 80s, which was basically like our main character: colorful, free, and sexy on the outside, but with an enveloping darkness underneath. This combination makes her opposite of the delicate, fragile and not very intelligent blondes of classic cinema.

Hypertextuality

What really caught my eye first was the number of references to characters and events from old Hollywood. Characters such as Theda Bara and Black Dahlia appear here. There is also the horror classic Psycho (1960) and the pornographic classic Behind the Green Door (1972). Ambiguity can also be found in the dialogues, which cleverly refer (often without the characters being aware of it, but only the viewer) to events from earlier films or the characterisations of actors. And so we have, for example, a sentence thrown at the character of Mia Goth herself, that no one has ever made it big by acting in a horror film. Neat, isn't it?

She's got Bette Davis eyes [song]

One of the greatest legends of the silver screen, Bette Davis, holds a place of particular honor in MaXXXine, as she opens and closes the film. I think it was best described by Julio Bardini, so I'll leave the quote here and the link to the whole article [here].

Both Davis and Maxine had to swim against the current on their own in Hollywood's male-dominated world in order to succeed. Davis started making a name for herself playing willful and sardonic roles on the big screen in the 1930s and 1940s. She challenged the audience's image of women with the fiery Julie Marsden in Jezebel, the hedonistic Judy Traherne in Dark Victory, and the witty Margo Channing in All About Eve. In the years following her breakout, Davis also had to fight Warner Bros. in court to be able to work on the projects she wanted at a time when actors were exclusive to studios.

In this business, until you’re known as a monster, you are not a star

I'll end with a quote from Bette Davis that opens the film. I think it's a timeless summary of the entire film industry. What are your thoughts on the final installment of the Ti West trilogy, or what are your expectations if you haven't seen it yet? Let me know! XOXO

[unnervinglyferal]

So I tend to have comfort movies

Now that I’m older it’s things like the Venom movies, or Hwayi: A Monster Boy

But when I was younger it was talking dog movies

I was a dog obsessed autistic child of course I loved the talking dog movies

I loved Air Buddies

But I also really liked Pup Star

There are four movies in the Pup Star series

And hoo boy do I have OPINIONS on them

The first two are good (well as good as they can be for what they are…)

I personally wish they hadn’t basically completely ignored and sidelined Charlie after the first movie, but also I kinda get it, his ark was over no matter how important he was for Tiny’s development

I liked the second movie, it introduced Tiny’s sister Scrappy, and Tiny’s love interest P.U.P.

But they completely botched the third and fourth movies

In the third they make Tiny a complete pushover, she might me a kind and fluffy pop star but she’s can hold her own, that how she survived living in Scrappy’s world during the second movie

Tiny wouldn’t just fucking let that prissy ass diva son of a bitch Julio mistreat her family, she did everything she could in both the first two movies to get back to them

AND ALSO they completely rushed P.U.P.’s and her romance

At the end of the second movie they had clearly established that there were feeling between them

And then we get a rush job of a wedding and puppies in the third????

Where is the romance??

The love??

NOT TO MENTION they made her kids such little shitty divas, not even in a cute kid way, no they were just complete jackasses

Tiny isn’t a fucking pushover, she totally has the sweet cute pop star energy, because that’s what she is, but she also managed to thrive in Scrappy’s underground rap world, because she’s not a pushover

There is no way her kids would end up being such little brats, especially since even if you had some horribly misguided assumption that Tiny would be enough of a pushover with her kids to let that happen their aunt was fucking Scrappy

The fourth movie was completely unwatchable because it was about her puppies and I couldn’t get through the third either

Completely botched her character

Having no prior knowledge of these movies' existence, this was nonetheless A Read. Rapper dogs out of nowhere.

[xprojectrpg]

Moment of Awesome - Julio Richter/Rictor: Captured by the Slendermen, Shatterstar tries to rescue Rictor.

He did not have a rosary with him, but let that be one more transgression to ask for God's forgiveness. Huddled behind a massive oak tree, Rictor held his hands together, rubbing one thumb against the other as if he were passing the beads between his fingers. "Creo en Dios, Padre todopoderos . . ." he whispered to himself. Please, Lord, absolve this young man of his cowardice that condemned the people he loved most to gruesome deaths at the hands of monsters while he panicked and ran. Please do not condemn him to the same fate.

Shatterstar recognised the kneeling form of his dearest friend and broke off from Madin and Liam. He could trust Madin to protect Liam and themself. But who was protecting Rictor? It didn't matter he didn't have much to protect him with against these monsters. He would not leave him behind.

He knelt next to Rictor to try to haul him up, get him out of that huddled position and get him moving. "Rictor, Rictor we have to move."

Rictor looked up and started at the ghost before him, but that expression melted into a relieved smile. "You are taking me to Xibalba? I don't want to go, but if that's where you are now, maybe . . . maybe it will be okay. I'm so sorry, Star."

Shatterstar grabbed Rictor by the forearms and hauled him up. Did... Did Rictor think him dead? Maybe Rictor could be able to feel his powers and feel him alive. "Feel the Earth. We have to go, now. Liam and Madin are waiting and we have to find everyone else."

"They're dead, too?" So this was not actually Shatterstar, was it? Just a psychopomp taking his form, to make it easier for Rictor to pass on. What had he done to earn this kindness, though? Or was it a trick to make his arrival in Hell all the more traumatic? Start his well-deserved eternal torture with a bang. Rictor sighed. If this was his fate, he could at least be a man about it, for once in his life (afterlife?). "Fine. I'm ready..."

Shatterstar scowled. "We aren't dead yet." He moved grabbed Rictor's hand and placed it over his heart, hoping the other would feel his heart beat. "We are still living and I would like to stay that way."

Always sensitive to even the most minute vibrations, the beat of Shatterstar's heart reverberated in Rictor's own. That was not the heartbeat of a dead man. "Star?" Before Rictor knew what he was doing, he wrapped his arms tightly around his friend, pressing his head against Shatterstar's chest to once again feel life pumping through him. "I'm sorry. I saw you and I . . . I didn't help you. I ran away. I'm so sorry."

Shatterstar hugged Rictor back, holding him back and feeling his heart. "That was not me. It was not the real me. Come with the real me and we will escape."

"I believe you." Rictor slowly let go and nodded, then followed Shatterstar back to the others.

[juviaenochian]

I am holding a voice acting audition for Julio Enochian, Ultimate Track Star.

He is a charming, sweet, forgiving, respectful, protective guy who speaks highly of his little Sister, Juvia Enochian, Ultimate Encyclopedia.

He has a slight Spanish accent.

Tag me a post of your audition for Julio Enochian.

[musingsofad4ydreamer]

Fandom/Character List

Key

🔒 = Character on hold

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9-1-1/9-1-1 Lone Star

Albert Han (John Harlan Kim)

Carlos Reyes (Rafael Silva)

Edmundo "Eddie" Diaz (Ryan Guzman)

Evan "Buck" Buckley (Oliver Stark)

Howard "Chimney" Han (Kenneth Choi)

Judson "Judd" Ryder (Jim Parrack)

Lou Ransone (Sasha Roiz)

Mateo Chávez (Julian Works)

Ravi Panikkar (Anirudh Pisharody)

Robert "Bobby" Nash (Peter Krause)

Tommy Kinard (Lou Ferrigno Jr.)

Tyler Kennedy "TK" Strand (Ronen Rubenstein)

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Beef

Daniel "Danny" Cho (Steven Yeun)

Paul Cho (Young Mazino)

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Bullet Train

Ladybug (Brad Pitt)

Tangerine (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

Yuichi Kimura (The Father) (Andrew Koji)

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Bridgerton

Anthony Bridgerton (Jonathan Bailey)

Benedict Bridgerton (Luke Thompson)

Colin Bridgerton (Luke Newton)

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Chicago Med

Connor Rhodes (Colin Donnell)

Crockett Marcel (Dominic Rains) | 🔒

Ethan Choi (Brian Tee)

John Frost (Darren Barnet) | 🔒

Mitch Ripley (Luke Mitchell) | 🔒

Will Halstead (Nick Ghelfuss)

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Crashing

Sam (Jonathan Bailey)

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DC

Barry Allen (Grant Gustin) | 🔒

Bruce Wayne (Ben Affleck 🔒 | Robert Pattinson)

Clark Kent (Henry Cavill) | 🔒

Oliver Queen (Stephen Amell)

Tommy Merlyn (Colin Donnell)

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Fellow Travelers

Hawkins "Hawk" Fuller (Matt Bomer)

Tim Laughlin (Jonathan Bailey)

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F.R.I.E.N.D.S.

Chandler Bing (Matthew Perry)

Joey Tribbiani (Matt LeBlanc)

Ross Geller (David Schwimmer)

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Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory (Robert Pattinson)

Neville Longbottom (Matthew Lewis)

Remus Lupin (David Thewlis)

Vicktor Krum (Stanislav Yanevski)

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Lucifer

Daniel "Dan" Espinoza (Kevin Alejandro)

Lucifer Morningstar (Tom Ellis)

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MCU

Augustus "Pug" Pugliese (Josh Segarra)

Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan)

Clint Barton (Jeremy Renner)

Dane Whitman (Kit Harrington)

Daniel Sousa (Enver Gjokaj)

Deke Shaw (Jeff Ward) | 🔒

Druig (Barry Keoghan)

Everett Ross (Martin Freeman)

Frank Castel (Jon Bernthal)

Helmut Zemo (Daniel Brühl)

Howard Stark (Dominic Cooper)

Ikaris (Richard Madden)

Jack Russell (Gael García Bernal)

Joaquín Torres (Danny Ramirez)

Kingo (Kumail Nanjiani)

Leo Fitz (Ian De Caestecker)

Lincoln Campbell (Luke Mitchell)

Logan Howlett (Hugh Jackman)

Marc Spector (Oscar Isaac)

Matt Murdock (Charlie Cox)

Namor (Tenoch Huerta)

N'Jadaka (Michael B. Jordan)

Peter Parker (Tobey Maguire | Andrew Garfield | Tom Holland)

Peter Quill (Chris Pratt)

Pietro Maximoff (Aaron Taylor-Johnson)

Quentin Beck (Jake Gyllenhaal)

Scott Lang (Paul Rudd)

Stephen Strange (Benedict Cumberbatch)

Steve Rogers (Chris Evans)

Steven Grant (Oscar Isaac)

T'Challa (Chadwick Boseman)

Thor Odinson (Chris Hemsworth)

Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.)

Xu Shang-Chi (Simu Liu)

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Never Have I Ever

Benjamin "Ben" Gross (Jaren Lewison)

Ethan Morales (Michael Cimino)

Nirdesh "Des" (Anirudh Pisharody)

Paxton Hall-Yoshida (Darren Barnet)

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On My Block

César Díaz (Diego Tinoco)

Mario Martinez (Danny Ramierz)

Oscar Díaz (Julio Macias)

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Pen15

Shuji Ishii-Peters (Dallas Liu)

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Spider-verse

Miguel O'Hara

Paviter Prabhakar

Peter B. Parker

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Star Wars

Din Djarin (Pedro Pascal)

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Ewan McGregor) | 🔒

Poe Dameron (Oscar Isaac)

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Suits

Harvey Specter (Gabriel Macht)

Mike Ross (Patrick J. Adams)

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The Last of Us

Jesse

Joel Miller (Pedro Pascal)

Owen Moore

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The Lincoln Lawyer

Michael "Mickey" Haller (Manuel García-Rulfo)

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The Rookie

John Nolan (Nathan Fillion)

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Top Gun: Maverick

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw (Miles Teller)

Jake "Hangman" Seresin (Glen Powell)

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia (Danny Ramirez)

Pete "Maverick" Mitchell (Tom Cruise)

Robert "Bob" Floyd (Lewis Pullman)

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Triple Frontier

Francisco "Catfish" Morales (Pedro Pascal)

Santiago "Pope" García (Oscar Isaac)

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Twisters

Tyler Owens (Glen Powell)

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Wicked

Fiyero Tigelaar (Jonathan Bailey)

[papaya2000s]

Ensign O'Toole

This section presents episodes 13 to 32 of the US television series Ensign O'Toole, which was broadcast from 1962 to 1963 and featured numerous notable guest appearances during its run. In part i talk about the Summary & Ep 1-12.

Episode 13 - "Operation: Gaslight," was directed by Lawrence Dobkin and penned by James Allardice and Tom Adair, premiering on December 16, 1962.

In this episode, Ensign Clifford Bender, a newly minted graduate from the United States Naval Academy, joins the crew of the Appleby, his inaugural assignment. Eager to adhere to regulations, Bender's arrival prompts the crew to prepare for his presence. However, O'Toole takes it upon himself to ensure that Bender undergoes a traditional initiation into naval life, attempting to persuade him that he is afflicted with an unusual maritime illness. The episode features guest appearances by Jamie Farr and Steve Franken.

Episode 14 - "Operation: Brooklyn," was directed by Jackie Cooper and penned by Jack Raymond, premiering on December 23, 1962.

In this episode, Seaman Di Julio expresses his inability to re-enlist, citing a promise made to his parents to manage their restaurant in Brooklyn, New York, allowing them to retire. However, O'Toole uncovers that Di Julio is reluctant to leave the navy, and his parents are equally unwilling to part with their restaurant. The episode features guest appearances by Penny Santon, Joe Higgens, Les Brown, Jr., Bob Hull, and Romo Vincent.

Episode 15 - "Operation: Swindle," was directed by Hy Averback and features a script by Bill Davenport, Charles Tannen, and William J. Lederer, premiering on December 30, 1962.

In this episode, Chief Petty Officer Nelson becomes infatuated with a Southern woman named Leona, who deceives him into losing his money. In response to this situation, O'Toole takes action to address the swindle. The episode includes guest appearances by Rosemary De Camp, Charles Watts, and Dub Taylor.

Episode 16 - "Operation: Treasure," directed by Lawrence Dobkin and penned by Bill Davenport and Charles Tannen, premiered on January 6, 1963.

In this episode, Seaman White discovers a drifting bottle that holds an enigmatic map, prompting O'Toole to speculate that it may point to hidden treasure. The episode features guest appearances by Shary Marshall and Michael Ross.

Episode 17 - "Operation: Intrigue," was directed by Don Taylor and penned by Sheldon Keller and Howard Merrill, airing on January 13, 1963.

In this episode, O'Toole, while accompanying the Appleby family in Hong Kong, learns that Scotland Yard is pursuing a group of jewel thieves. Intrigued by the situation, he opts to assist by going undercover as a courier for the criminals, which leads him into encounters with a jewel smuggler and some dubious tailors. The episode features guest appearances by Robert Emhardt, Howard Morris, Bernard Fox, Chana Eden, Philip Ahn, James Hong, and Harold Fong.

Episode 18 - "Operation: Psychology," directed by Don Taylor and penned by Bill Davenport and Charles Tannen, aired on January 20, 1963.

In this episode, Lieutenant Commander Stoner's brother-in-law, psychologist Arthur Ainsley, comes aboard the Appleby and notes an unusual level of cheerfulness among the crew. However, he deduces that this apparent happiness masks a profound underlying depression among the crew members. The episode features guest star John McGiver.

Episode 19 - "Operation: Royalty," directed by Jeffrey Hayden and penned by William J. Lederer, premiered on January 27, 1963.

In this episode, O'Toole extends an invitation to the Grand Admiral of the Navy of Tiboria, a 12-year-old named Prince Pussik, to come aboard the Appleby. However, O'Toole soon finds himself regretting this decision as he realizes that the young prince has a penchant for issuing commands. The episode features guest appearances by Michael Davis and Lou Krugman.

Episode 20 - "Operation: Whodunit," was directed by Richard Kinon and penned by Sheldon Keller and Howard Merrill, airing on February 3, 1963.

In this episode, the crew of the Appleby is engrossed in a film centered on the murder of Lord Mumbley, having placed significant bets on the identity of the killer. However, when they realize that the final reel of the film is missing, they embark on a frantic quest to uncover the murderer’s identity. The episode features guest appearances by Alan Caillou, Davis Roberts, John Tarangelo, and Kelly Gordon.

Episode 21 - "Operation: Casanova," was directed by Richard Kinon and penned by Howard Leeds, airing on February 10, 1963.

In this episode, O'Toole aims to elevate the spirits of Lieutenant (junior grade) St. John by facilitating his interaction with several appealing WAVES. The situation initially unfolds positively until St. John finds himself in a compromising position, kissing the daughter of a U.S. congressman. The episode features guest appearances by Nancy Rennick, Carol Christensen, Cindy Robbons, Jacqueline Loughery, Ransom Sherman, and Jackie Joseph.

Episode 20 - "Operation: Whodunit," was directed by Richard Kinon and penned by Sheldon Keller and Howard Merrill, airing on February 3, 1963.

In this episode the crew of the Appleby is engrossed in a film—a murder mystery cantered on the assassination of Lord Mumbley—and they have placed significant bets on the identity of the killer. When they realize that the final reel of the movie is absent, they embark on a frantic quest to locate it. Guest appearances include Alan Caillou, Davis Roberts, John Tarangelo, and Kelly Gordon.

Episode 21 - "Operation: Casanova," was directed by Richard Kinon and penned by Howard Leeds, airing on February 10, 1963.

In this episode, O'Toole aims to elevate Lieutenant (junior grade) St. John's diminished self-esteem by facilitating his interaction with several appealing WAVES. The situation unfolds positively until St. John is unexpectedly discovered kissing the daughter of a United States congressman. The episode features guest appearances by Nancy Rennick, Carol Christensen, Cindy Robbons, Jacqueline Loughery, Ransom Sherman, and Jackie Joseph.

Episode 22 - "Operation: Souvenir," was directed by Richard Kinon and written by Bill Davenport and Charles Tannen, airing on February 17, 1963.

In this episode during a shore leave in Japan, Lieutenant Commander Stoner enforces strict regulations on his crew, prohibiting them from bringing back any souvenirs that cannot fit into a footlocker. This creates a dilemma for Lieutenant (junior grade) St. John, who has secretly acquired an antique Japanese cannon for his girlfriend and must devise a plan to conceal it from Stoner. The episode features guest appearances by Don Beddoe and Alan Reed, Jr.

Episode 23 - "Operation: Arrivederci," was directed by Richard Kinon and features a screenplay by Bill Sheldon Keller, Howard Merrill, and William J. Lederer, airing on March 3, 1963.

In this episode during the Appleby's visit to Rome, O'Toole becomes enamoured with Juliet Scarlatti, an aspiring American artist. He offers her the use of the Appleby for an art exhibition, hoping to connect her with influential figures in the Italian art scene; however, the key attendee, prominent society figure Mrs. Atherton, declines to participate. The episode features guest appearances by Sharon Hugveny, Doris Packer, and Émile Genest.

Episode 24 - "Operation: Re-Enlist," was directed by Lawrence Dobkin and written by Bill Davenport, Charles Tannen, and William J. Lederer, airing on March 10, 1963.

In this episode, Lieutenant Commander Stoner is tasked with ensuring that the crew of the Appleby re-enlists in the Navy. Following O'Toole's suggestion, Stoner adopts a more amiable demeanour to motivate the crew, which leads to confusion among them. During a gathering at Stoner's residence, Seaman Di Julio inadvertently dislodges a brick from the fireplace, resulting in the collapse of Stoner's home, necessitating the crew's assistance in its reconstruction.

Episode 25 - "Operation: Boxer," was directed by Richard Kinon and features a script by Bill Davenport, Charles Tannen, and William J. Lederer, airing on March 17, 1963.

In this episode, due to DeJulio's inexperience with the signal lamp, O'Toole proposes a "boxling" match, a twist on bowling, against another ship's crew. Historically, O'Toole has consistently lost bets to Ensign Baxter regarding bowling contests between their respective crews. However, he believes he has discovered a strategy to secure a victory by wagering on a boxing match, enlisting a formidable sailor to compete against Baxter's favoured boxer. The episode features guest appearances by Gary Crosby, Roger Torrey, and Cal Bolder.

Episode 26 - "Operation: Stowaway," was directed and written by James Komack, alongside Bill Davenport and Charles Tannen, and it airing on March 24, 1963.

In this episode, while docked at a Soviet port, the crew of the Appleby initially dismisses O'Toole's claims of seeing a lovely girl through a porthole as a symptom of combat fatigue. However, they soon discover that the girl is actually a stowaway named Anna. Enchanted by her presence, the crew decides to create a party dress for her using flags, tablecloths, and various materials available on the ship. Nita Talbot guest stars in this episode.

Episode 27 - "Operation: Arctic," was directed by Hy Averback and penned by Jim Fritzell and Everett Greenbaum, airing on March 31, 1963.

In this episode the crew experiences restlessness as their journey to the Arctic aboard the Appleby becomes monotonous in the extreme cold. Martin Dean guest stars in this episode.

Episode 28 - "Operation: Physical," was directed by Richard Kinon and features a script by Howard Leeds, Bill Davenport, and Charles Tannen, airing on April 7, 1963.

In this episode Lieutenant Commander Stoner grapples with feelings of nostalgia for his youth and worries about his ability to pass an upcoming physical examination. In an effort to alleviate Stoner's concerns, O'Toole arranges for some of Stoner's former classmates to visit the Appleby, hoping their appearance will make Stoner seem less aged by comparison. However, O'Toole's and the crew's well-intentioned efforts to assist Stoner do not unfold as expected.

Episode 29 - "Operation: Tubby," was directed by Bob Claver and features a script by Sheldon Keller, Howard Merrill, and Bill Davenport, airing on April 14, 1963.

In this episode, Seaman "Tubby" Mason faces the ultimatum of losing weight or facing expulsion from the Navy, prompting him to embark on an extreme diet. However, O'Toole discovers that Tubby's letters are stuffed with luncheon meat and his toothpaste tube is filled with liverwurst. The episode features guest star Stubby Kaye.

Episode 30 - "Operation: Sabotage," was directed by Richard Kinon and written by James B. Allardice, Tom Adair, and Bill Davenport, airing on April 21, 1963.

In this episode, during training exercises, the Appleby is designated as the target for a simulated sabotage operation, orchestrated by a crew member covertly tasked with "destroying" the ship. Lieutenant Commander Stoner boasts that the scheme is doomed to fail, supporting his claim with a substantial wager. He orchestrates a fake sabotage incident and subsequently dares the crew to identify the "saboteur," prompting O'Toole to devise an ingenious solution, as is his custom.

Episode 31 - "Operation: Contest," was directed by Richard Kinon and features a script by Bill Davenport, Charles Tannen, and William J. Lederer, airing on April 28, 1963.

In this episode the crew of the Appleby finds themselves in quarantine, missing their shore leave in Hollywood after Seaman Di Julio has an accident with a tanning lamp and is diagnosed with measles. To occupy their time, they decide to participate in various contests for prize money, including a jingle-writing competition, which Di Julio ultimately wins. Additionally, they are invited to a cooking contest due to Lieutenant (junior grade) St. John’s mother's cookie recipe. However, they encounter a competitor who claims financial hardship and, out of compassion, allow her to win. Later, they learn that she had cheated and is participating in another contest. Guest star: Irene Tedrow.

Episode 32 - "Operation: Geisha," was directed by Richard Kinon and features a screenplay by Ben Starr, Robert O'Brien, and Bill Davenport. It originally aired on May 5, 1963, marking the series finale.

In this episode, con artists Steve Turner and Al Shrieber are compelled to return stolen funds to an angry victim in order to establish a reverse geisha house. Meanwhile, a friend of Lieutenant (junior grade) St. John proposes a new business venture, which O'Toole successfully persuades local entrepreneurs to support. The episode includes guest appearances by Jack Carter, Eddie Ryder, Ransom Sherman, and Linda Bennett.

Episode information & Title scene links:

https://www.tptvencore.co.uk/search/Ensign%20O'Toole

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Diamondbacks rookie Corbin Carroll's clutch postseason moments came as no surprise to teammates

ARLINGTON — At age 23, taking part in baseball for the primary time in October, Corbin Carroll's checklist of memorable playoff moments is already spectacular sufficient to depart seasoned ballplayers questioning the place all of it went flawed. In his playoff debut, Carroll hit a two-run homer off Corbin Barnes within the Wild Card Sequence, a third-inning blast that reduce Milwaukee's result in 3-2. In opposition to Clayton Kershaw within the first inning of Sport 1 of the NLDS, Carroll's RBI single acquired his staff on the board in what turned out to be a series-defining assertion inning. MORE: World Sequence predictions for Diamondbacks-Rangers “For me, my second was in Colorado. I have been right here about two weeks, and he is actually struggled since I have been right here," Sewald mentioned. "He had one other dangerous day, and he went right down to the batting cage, by the eating room, and took off every thing however a tank high and Simply go to work." Not protecting the Diamondbacks every day, I questioned if this was one thing Carroll did usually, so I requested. "Not usually," Carol mentioned, then paused. “Truly, very not often, to be fairly trustworthy. I attempt to preserve my workload very constant since my shoulder surgical procedure. It's a uncommon alternative for me.” Carol wanted to make some adjustments, although. In his earlier 17 video games, Carroll had a median of simply .161 and a .493 OPS. In a rookie season the place he was already the overwhelming NL Rookie of the Yr favourite in mid-August, it was a uncommon droop. SN MLB Award: Ronald Acuna Participant of the yr All awards, all-stars "I used to be hitting a velo machine," he mentioned, "simply looking for some consistency." His teammates, particularly Sewald, seen. A younger staff chief and budding famous person who already earned his status as a tough employee, he is taking it up a notch. "Younger gamers who take hundreds of swings after one recreation can go one in every of two methods, and that is precisely what we anticipated," Sewald mentioned. “He acquired two hits the subsequent day and by no means regarded again. Once I consider Corbin Carroll, I consider the day when his work ethic and expertise will probably be higher than the remainder of us. We're blissful to have him in our staff.” Carroll hit .329 for the remainder of the season, a 40-game stretch that noticed the Diamondbacks reel from a 24-16 report that was ok to hold them into the postseason because the sixth and remaining seed within the Nationwide League playoffs. For Seewald, who was a teammate of rising younger famous person Julio Rodriguez in Seattle, there was a powerful sense of deja vu. "I am very lucky to see two of the highest 5 gamers within the league," Sewald mentioned. “Should you redrew the league, you'd most likely put each of these within the high 5. Simply unbelievable similarities, being 22 and 23 and being so mature, with the ability to deal with one thing like this, but additionally with the ability to deal with the grind of the large leagues. “They did not get right here at 22 as a result of they struggled rather a lot alongside the way in which. I simply consider these guys who're actually placing within the work. When issues appear to be going badly, they only work tougher, and it is a credit score to their work ethic and their expertise degree, which is so a lot better than the remainder of us, that is why they're so good at 23." However, sure, Carroll's Sport 7. That, they are saying, is the stuff of legends. "Enormous. Simply big," Diamondbacks hitting coach Joe Mather mentioned. "And he confronted some actually good pitching, particularly lefties. And that final sac fly, the place he did not get hit, was most likely probably the most spectacular." All 5 of his plate appearances in Sport 7 have been towards lefties. Carroll went 3-for-3 off starter Ranger Suarez — he held lefties to a .244 on-base proportion in 2023 — after which acquired a sacrifice fly from Jose Alvarado within the seventh. That offered an enormous insurance coverage run, reducing Arizona's result in 4-2.

What about Carroll allowed him to have such success towards such robust left-handers? “I feel it is his means to remain in on the arduous breaking ball. He trusts his eyes, trusts that the ball will break over the plate,” he mentioned. “Lefties can create some robust angles for left-handed hitters. That is one thing that is been true in baseball since it has been performed, proper? However has loads of confidence in himself, in the event that they put it over the plate, he can put a powerful swing on it. He is ready to get a pitch like that in his zone." Moments like Sport 7 — and like vs. Barnes and like vs. Kershaw and the additional hitting session in Colorado — are why the Diamondbacks felt comfy giving Carroll an eight-year, $111-million extension this spring, when he had simply 32 main league hits below his belt. the sport I used to be there that day this spring, when the signing was introduced, and I requested across the clubhouse what his teammates thought of such a younger participant — he does not flip 23 till August — getting such an enormous, long-term contract. There was no signal of jealousy within the clubhouse with the younger or the previous. "Effectively, you watch him play and he is fairly particular," veteran Evan Longoria mentioned Thursday. “We have been actually fortunate to have him long-term and so I feel it was a thrill and an pleasure to have the ability to lock down a participant like him for a protracted time frame and have him be yours. The suffragettes." The signing of the deal means higher days are forward for Carroll and his teammates and followers, a membership that misplaced 110 video games in 2021 and one other 88 in 2022. I requested him if he was stunned that the Diamondbacks made it to the World Sequence. So early in his profession "Sure, it's. It actually is," he mentioned with a smile. “However I feel you have a look at the common season and we had 84 wins, proper? There's room to develop. However by way of the postseason, what we have been in a position to accomplish, I feel it simply reveals that when you get into something you possibly can. We have got a staff that is very purchased in and actually trusts one another. I feel that helped us lend ourselves to with the ability to do it a little bit bit sooner than possibly some folks thought." #Diamondbacks #rookie #Corbin #Carrolls #clutch #postseason #moments #shock #teammates Read the full article