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Hollywood Babylon | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader (Eventual ? ;) )
Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, heights
Word Count: 4424
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Dean sat with his arm draped around your shoulders on the back of a trolley tour of Warner Brothers studios. Dean was ecstatic, whispering to you about all of his favorite 80s horror movies that had been filmed there, and you smiled fondly at his ramblings.
Sam turned to you and his brother, seemingly uncomfortable, and hopped off the trolley. “Come on,” he said.
“Let’s finish the tour!” Dean begged, but Sam was already walking away. With an eye roll from the older brother, you and Dean hopped off as well to follow Sam around the lot.
Dean excitedly exclaimed, “Guys, check it out, it's Matt Damon!”
“Dee, I don’t think that’s Matt Damon,” you laughed.
“No, it is,” he argued, face dropping.
“Well, Matt Damon just picked up a broom and started sweeping,” Sam deadpanned.
Dean refused to back down. “Yeah, well, he's probably researching a role or something.”
“Ah, I don't think so.”
You noticed a sign pointing to the right. “Hey, this way, I think Stage 9 is over here.”
“Come on, let's keep going this way,” Dean pleaded, walking forward.
Sam shook his head. “No, come on, we've gotta work. Dude, you wanted to come to LA.”
Dean sighed. “Yeah, for a vacation. I mean, swimming pools and movie stars! Not to work.”
“This seem like swimming pool weather to you, Dean? I mean, it's practically Canadian,” Sam scoffed.
“Yeah.” Dean seemed to hesitate before starting the next part of his sentence. “I just figured that, you know, after everything that happened with... Madison, y-you could use a little R-and-R, that's all.”
“Well, maybe I wanna work, Dean. Maybe it keeps my mind off things,” Sam grumbled.
“Oh-kay,” you cut in before the boys could become entrenched in a more intense argument. “So, this crew guy, he died on set?”
“Yeah, uh, rumors spreading like wildfire online,” the brunet responded. “They're saying the set's haunted.”
“Like ‘Poltergeist’?” Dean questioned.
Sam shrugged. “Could be a poltergeist.”
“No, no no,” the older brother said. “Like, the movie ‘Poltergeist’.”
Sam still looked confused.
“You know nothing of your cultural heritage, do you?” Dean scoffed.
You giggled. “Set of ‘Poltergeist’ was supposedly cursed. They used real human bones as props, and like, at least three of the actors died in it.”
“Well, yeah, it might be something like that,” Sam nodded.
“Alright, so this crew guy—” Dean began, “what's his name?”
“Frank Jaffey.”
“Frank Jaffey
” you considered. “He got a death certificate or a coroner's report or anything?”
“Well, no,” the younger Winchester started, “but, uh, it's LA, you know? It might not even be his real name. But the girl who found him; she said she saw something— a vanishing figure.”
“What's the girl's name?” you asked.
Sam thought for a second. “Uh, Tara Benchley?”
Dean began to grin widely. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, Tara Benchley? From ‘Fear dot Com’ and ‘Ghost Ship’, Tara Benchley? Dude, why didn't you say so?”
You sent a warning glare at him. “Curb your enthusiasm, Dean.”
He shrank under your glance. “Sorry. I’m just— I’m a fan of her work. It’s very good.”
Your lopsided smile returned to your face and you shook your head at his antics, following him to Stage 9.
Once inside, you noticed a man in a sharp, fitted tuxedo with an earpiece talking to another man wearing a headset around his neck. There was another holding a thick packet of papers; assumedly a script.
The man in the fitted tuxedo seemed to notice you and snapped his fingers in your direction. “Uh, excuse me, Blue Sweater Girl?”
You pointed to yourself quizzically, suddenly remembering the oversized blue sweater swallowing your small frame whole. 
“Yeah, you. Come here,” he ordered.
You briefly looked to the boys before heading toward the man.
“Can you get me a smoothie from Kraft?” he asked.
“Uh
” you stumbled.
The man scoffed. “You are a P.A.? This is what you do?”
You shook your head suddenly, figuring out what character you were supposed to be playing to infiltrate the set. “Yeah, sorry. I’m new. One smoothie comin’ right up.”
You turned on your heels with the boys hot on them.
“What's a P.A.?” Dean whispered.
“I think they're kind of like slaves,” Sam commented.
***
Hours later, the real crew was hard at work several scenes deep in their shoot for the day. You had swept the place for EMF, finding nothing and beginning to get slightly frustrated.
You met up with Sam and Dean at the Kraft services table.
“So?” you asked the brothers, shoving your hands in the pockets of your jeans.
“No EMF anywhere,” Dean said.
“Same here,” you nodded.
Sam snorted, “Great. So, what do you think?”
“Well, I think being a P.A. sucks. But—” Dean picked up a tiny sandwich, “the food these people get, are you kidding me? I mean look at these things. They're like miniature Philly cheesesteak sandwiches. They're delicious.”
He held one of them out to you, and you took it happily. “Thanks,” you grinned.
Dean took a huge bite of his own sandwich. “What'd you find out about the dead crew guy?”
“Frank Jaffey was just filling in for the day,” you said. “Nobody knew him or where he lived or anything.”
“Oh, great. So you found out about as much as I did,” Dean remarked. “Sam?”
“I did dig up some stuff about Stage 9's history.”
“Yeah?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he nodded. “Four people died messy here over the past eighty years. Two suicides and two fatal accidents.”
“Awesome. So any one of them could be a vengeful spirit,” you commented.
“Yeah. We've just gotta narrow it down more,” Sam nodded. 
Dean’s eyes followed Tara Benchley as she walked onto set. “I'll get right on that.” He walked off, leaving you fuming.
You trusted Dean, but you didn’t trust his downstairs brain. And the fact that the two of you weren’t officially together bothered you in situations like this. You eyed him intensely with your arms folded, every once in a while bringing a hand to your mouth to chomp on your mini sandwich.
“Cool it, (Y/N),” Sam told you. 
“I’m so cool,” you grumbled.
He made a bitch-face at you. “Uh-huh.”
You rolled your eyes. You stood by Sam, the both of you just trying to stick as close to the wall as possible for a few minutes. Then, Dean came back up to you. “I know who our mystery man is. And he’s not dead,” Dean said.
***
You then went to the home of Gerard St. James and confirmed that he was, in fact, the man who had posed as Frank Jaffey for the day. The whole thing was designed by the producers to stir up press for the movie, and it worked. In fact, you were planning to leave town chalking the whole thing up to a hoax when the man in the tailored suit who’d called you “Blue Sweater Girl” wound up dead; dropping into a scene hanging from his neck. 
And so, you were back on set. You gave a lopsided smile at the sight of Dean so thoroughly enjoying himself; donning an equipment belt with a headset attached and snacking on as many sandwiches as he could get his hands on. 
You noticed a P.A. whose name you learned was Walter storming off set and followed him. “Walter!” you called, trying to catch up to him.
“Leave me alone,” the short man grumbled, but you kept quickening your pace until you were by his side.
“What happened back there?” you asked.
“They’re screwing with the movie,” he replied.
“How so?”
He scoffed. “Didn’t you hear them? They keep adding explainers about how the ghosts can hear the summonings from hell or how the ghosts couldn’t possibly be afraid of salt,” he mocked the director.
“What’s got you so fired up, though?” you pushed. You reached the edge of the studio lot near the parking lot. “I mean, ghosts aren’t real, so, what difference does it make?”
He laughed humorlessly. “ ‘What difference does it’—” he cut himself off. “Look, you wouldn’t get it. Just— leave me alone.” He stormed off toward a green Jeep and slammed the door once inside it.
Perplexed, you made your way back onto the set. You took in the various actors and crew members milling about, reading over sides, setting up lights, mingling in the corners of the soundstage— and for a moment, you wished you could actually work on a set like this. 
Dean was easy to find; frequently barking commands and responses into his headset, and Sam never far from him. That poor kid was so far out of his element. 
“Hey, sweetheart, whatcha got?” Dean asked you as you approached.
That nickname still had a devastating effect on you. “Walter’s a little testy for a P.A. What you got?”
“Uh, not much. Other than EMF readings up the wazoo. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now,” he said. “Oh, and some freaky static feedback on the scenes.”
“Well,” you began. “Who’s the ghost? What’s it want?”
***
After reviewing one of the tapes Dean had snagged from one of his new crew-member friends, you discovered an apparition in the corner of the room just as Brad, the man who died, had fallen through the roof. Sam had somehow recognized her.
“Here. Check this out,” Sam said, putting a piece of paper between you and Dean who sat across the table from him.
“Yeah, go for Ozzy,” Dean spoke into his headset. “No, I don't have a 20 on Tara, I think she's 10-100
 Okay, copy that. “ Dean looked back to Sam as you skimmed over the article he’d given you. “I'm sorry, what were you saying?”
Sam shook his head in exasperation, and you took the opportunity to explain what was happening to Dean. “Elise Drummond,” you relayed. “Kind of a rising star back in the thirties. Had an affair with a studio exec. Piece of shit kinda left her in the dust when he was done with her, and she hung herself from Stage 9’s rafters; right into a scene they were shooting.”
“Just like our man, Brad. So, what, she's got it in for the studio brass?” Dean questioned.
“Possibly,” Sam shrugged. “I mean, it's a motive. And Brad's death matches hers exactly.”
“We're digging tonight, aren't we?” Dean sighed.
***
Later that evening, you walked beside Sam into the Hollywood Forever Cemetery to dig up Elise Drummond’s grave. 
“Which way?” Sam asked his brother, who walked ahead of you holding a map.
“Uh... over here,” he replied, continuing ahead. “Hey.”
“Yeah?” 
The older brother gestured to a memorial for Humpty Dumpty with a wide grin.
You shook your head, suppressing an amused sigh. “You’re a freak, dude,” you jested. “Kid in a candy store over a bunch of dead celebrities.”
“You just don’t get it, sweetheart,” Dean responded. “Hey, we've gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here.”
“You wanna dig him up, too?” Sam deadpanned.
“Bite your tongue, heathen!” He passed another memorial, effectively distracting him from his younger brother’s blasphemy. “Oh, that's cool.”
“Focus, Pinky,” you said, nudging Dean’s shoulder. 
“Hey, why am I Pinky?” he protested.
“ ‘Cause Sam’s clearly Brain,” you replied simply. 
“So, what does that make you? Pharfignewton?” Dean chuckled.
“Oh, hell no. I’m Dot!” you protested.
“What, we’re doing a crossover episode?”
“Duh. You guys are the freaky lab rats. Not me. I’m flippin’ adorable,” you sassed.
Dean smiled delightedly at you. 
“Guys, please,” Sam huffed, bringing your attention back to the task at hand. “What I don't get is why now? I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal, you know? Why this movie?”
“Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick,” Dean shrugged.
The brunet snorted. “Come on, is it really that scary?” 
“Here we go,” you announced upon reaching Elise’s headstone. 
“Yahtzee,” Dean remarked and immediately set to work digging.
***
You returned to the trailer Dean had scored to get a few hours of sleep after exhuming and torching the corpse of Elise Drummond. There was a pullout couch in the trailer as well as a single queen bed, and you and Dean agreed to share the bed. Sam clearly had questions, and you knew you would have to answer them in the morning.
“This is fuckin’ awesome, man,” Dean grinned, shrugging off his jacket and boots. “I feel like a movie star.”
You giggled. “Did you ever wanna be one when you were growing up?”
“Meh, I wanted to be a rockstar more,” he replied. “You got first shower.”
“Thanks.”
When both of you had showered and readied for bed, Dean slipped under the covers beside you. “Oh, holy crap, this is so much comfier than a motel.”
“Yeah, probably because the mattress is more than an inch thick,” you snorted, settling into Dean’s side. You laid against him in silence for a moment, before a question that had been plaguing you escaped. “Hey, Dean?”
He hummed in response.
“Do you— Do you have a
 thing for Tara?” you asked.
He shifted to look down at you. “What?”
“I mean, I know you and I haven’t really
 talked about anything yet
” you began to ramble, “but if you wanted to, y’know, go there with her— I just— it’d really upset me, is all.”
“(Y/N), if I wanted Tara that bad, do you think I’d have jumped at the chance to share a bed with you?” he asked earnestly.
“Well, I don’t know—”
“What, am I that much of a man whore?” he questioned before suddenly reconsidering. “Don’t answer that.”
You snorted. You paused for another moment, hesitant to ask your next question. “Would you— Would you ever wanna— I don’t know, be
 more than just
 this?”
Dean tilted your chin up with his finger. He leaned into you, kissing you gently, giving you all the answers you needed. “Fuck, yes,” he said against your lips. 
***
The next morning, you awoke to sirens blaring outside the trailer. You jerked against Dean, waking him up, and he immediately straightened up and pulled you into his side protectively. He relaxed when he realized it was just a siren. However, that posed a more troubling question: why was there a siren outside your trailer at seven in the morning?
You quickly got dressed and met Sam at the door; heading down to see what the commotion was about. Sam went to investigate the crime scene as Dean went to talk to the friends he’d made on the set. 
You milled about, simply observing. You noted Tara looking visibly upset as she stood with her costars; clearly having just woken up. People holding clipboards and headsets talked in hush voices, rushing from one group of crew members to another. You saw the director talking to a policeman, a body bag being rolled into an ambulance, and a nervous P.A. huddling with her friend a distance away from the scene. You’d seen all of these people before at least once or twice, and you assumed the sirens had to have woken everyone up. At least, everyone that was staying on the set and didn’t have homes nearby. Sam came back over to you.
“Run-in with a giant fan,” he said in a hushed voice. “Same thing happened to an electrician back in '66, a guy named Billy Beard.”
“What the hell, dude?” you questioned.
“I don't know. Doesn't seem like Elise this time, either. It's not her M.O.”
“No, no way. Couldn’t be her. We deep fried her already. But it’s weird; these things don’t normally tag-team,” you thought aloud.
The director suddenly stood on the hood of his car. “Everybody! Gather around, okay! I've got an announcement to make.” He handed his keys to the P.A. who’d been nervously chewing her nails in the corner with her friend before addressing the group again. Dean walked calmly over to you at that moment.
“Everyone! Huddle in!” the director called. “In light of Jay's accident last night, and in cooperation with the authorities, we're shutting down production for a few days. I know, I know. Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. We've had a few setbacks this week. But we all know what Jay and Brad wanted more than anything. And that was to see Hell Hazers 2: The Reckoning on screens all across America! Now, we owe it to them to go on, and to pull together and make this damn movie, huh?”
The crowd before you cheered and applauded.
“But— but, but, but not today. Go home. Someone will call you,” the director finished.
You snickered, turning to head back to your trailer.
“Any chance you got more copies of those dailies?” you asked Dean.
***
Later that day, you were barely able to keep your eyes glued to the screen in front of you. While watching the B-roll of the movie was fun, the movie itself was awfully boring and cheesy. You just wanted a ghost to jump out at you already, instead of needing to sift through hours of footage while Dean and Sam were out researching.
A pretty blonde actress interrupted Tara’s character as she began to read in Latin from a book. 
Dean and Sam reentered the trailer.
“Hey,” Sam said.
“Hey,” you replied. “Anything?”
“Billy Beard was cremated,” Sam informed you.
“Perfect,” you deadpanned.
“Any more ghost cameos in the dailies?” Dean asked.
“Not in the first six hours,” you sighed, sitting back on the couch and running a hand through your hair. “Y’know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie 'cause they think it sucks. 'Cause, I mean, it kinda does.”
Suddenly, something caught your attention in Tara’s awful Latin pronunciation. You rewound the tape a little bit, listening closely. “Holy shit, guys,” you said, pausing the tape. “That’s the real deal. A real life necromantic summoning ritual.”
Sam looked at you confused. “What the hell is that doing in a Hollywood movie?”
“Beats the shit outta me,” you scoffed. You paused a moment. “Wait, Walter.”
“What about him?” Dean asked.
“He was all bent outta shape about them changing the ‘real’ ghost stuff. Like the salt, or that bit they added in about the ghosts having super hearing to be able to hear the Latin chanting from hell,” you said.
“Yeah, but he’s a P.A. What does he have to do with any of this?” Dean questioned.
“Dean, I think she’s got a point,” Sam chimed in. “What if Walter wrote the script, and he’s the reason this is all happening.”
“Dean, do you remember what your P.A. friends said the writer’s name was?” you asked.
*** You and the brothers tried your best not to weird Marty, the writer of the movie, out too terribly much as you pried into the history of the writing. He ended up confirming your theory; Walter had written the original script. You ended up getting copies of the original screenplay from Marty and brought it back to the trailer you were squatting in. 
“Lord of the Dead” was the title on the cover page.
“Should've kept Walter's original script. It's actually pretty good,” Dean noted.
“Yeah,” Sam agreed. “And it reads like a how-to manual of conjuration, like a textbook on how to summon ghosts and get them to do whatever you want.”
“Yeah, like kill people,” Dean realized.
“I’m thinkin’ he got pissed they tinkled in his cheerios and started using black magic to get back at these people for wrecking his movie,” you chimed in.
“Motive and means,” Sam nodded.
“It's worth checking out,” the older brother shrugged.
As night fell, you exited the trailer and were going to try and find Walter at his home address. However, when you reached the parking lot, you noticed that distinctive army-green Jeep. “Wait, that’s Walter’s car,” you told the brothers. It was one of the only cars in the lot aside from the Impala. Immediately, the three of you ran back to Stage 9 to see if you could catch Walter in the act of trying to hurt someone else.
Thankfully, you made it to the studio just in time. You could hear a man screaming and a fan loudly blowing, and you ran toward the sound with your shotgun raised. Dean came up behind Marty and shot at the ghost of Billy Beard, effectively making him disappear. Sam clicked off the fan, and you followed Walter up to the rafters.
“You are one hell of a P.A.,” you heard Marty telling Dean as you climbed. 
“What are you doing?” Walter asked you, still a bit of a distance above you.
“Uh, the fuck are you doing, dude?” you questioned. “Raising spirits from the dead? Makin’ ‘em murder for you? Do you have a death wish?”
“You don’t understand,” Walter shook his head.
“You’re right,” you said. “I don’t.” 
You began to charge him, but he held his hands up. “Just... wait, look,” the man pleaded. “You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work. It's years, and then they take it! And they crap all over it! And then— and then they want you to smile and say, ‘Thank you’.”
“Listen, I get it, man,” you began, “I know that feels shitty. But this is in no way, shape, or form the answer.”
“Look,” Walter scoffed. “I've got nothing against you, sweetness.” You cringed at the nickname as he continued talking. “You're not part of this. Just please, please, just leave. But Martin's gotta stay.”
“Sorry, can't do that,” Dean called up to you. “It's not that we like him or anything, it's
 just a matter of principle.”
“Then I'm sorry, too.” Walter picked up the talisman around his neck and began to mutter in Latin. The set began shaking, and you grabbed the railings on either side of you to steady yourself. 
“(Y/N)!” Dean called up to you. 
Suddenly, a ghost with a horribly mangled face appeared in front of you, knocking you to the floor. You aimed your shotgun and fired, making him disappear. When you looked behind where the apparition had stood, Walter was gone. 
“Dammit!” you cursed. You then spotted him sprinting across a rafter in the distance. The quickest way to him was going to be running along a large steel pipe next to you that led straight from your platform to his. 
“(Y/N), are you fucking crazy?!” Dean exclaimed as you began to sprint across the pipe, trying not to be too careful that you slowed yourself down while simultaneously trying not to fall to your death.
“Maybe!” you called back, leaping off the pipe and clutching the railing of the rafter. You pulled yourself over the top of it, boots landing firmly on the mesh, steel floor. 
You saw Walter chanting in the back corner of the rafters and ran at him; he hadn’t noticed you til you were quite literally standing on top of him. You had him completely cornered.
“It’s over, Walter,” you told him harshly. “Give it to me.”
Walter threw the talisman to the ground at your feet, shattering it completely. “There! Okay, now no one can have it.”
Your breath caught in your throat. “I wouldn't have done that if I were you.”
“Oh, yeah?” he challenged. “And why not?”
“Because you just freed them. Ain’t nothin’ I can do to help you now,” you said. “You brought ‘em back and forced them to murder. They're not gonna be very happy with you.” 
The rafters below you suddenly creaked and separated from the wall, Walter screaming as he fell to the ground below. You screamed, hanging onto the railing for dear life as it hung loosely from where the platform was connected on its other end.
“(Y/N)!” the brothers called.
Your feet swung limply below you as you searched for something— anything— to grab onto and keep you from suffering the same fate as Walter. You noticed a thick cable attached to one of the strings of lights hanging down into the scene below and swung yourself over to it; latching on the way a fireman would grip a fire pole. You let go just enough to slide all the way down, letting go when you were no more than five feet from the ground. You rolled over your shoulder before you hit the floor and undoubtedly broke a bone, having learned that it was best not to land on your feet in these situations.
Dean, Sam, and Marty looked down at you in shock.
“What?” you breathed out. “Nobody’s gonna help me up?”
Dean and Sam immediately outstretched a hand each to help you off the floor.
“Dude, how are you not dead?” Sam questioned. 
“Yeah, and since when are you chick-Ethan-Hunt?” Dean asked.
You shrugged. “My dad made sure I was agile enough to do shit like that. Still didn’t think I was gonna survive that.”
Sam and Dean chuckled, and you started heading out of the studio. “Shit, probably screwed up my arm, though,” you hissed, rotating the shoulder you'd used to tumble set over when you hit the ground.
“Hey, if that’s the worst injury you have after all that, let’s be thankful,” Sam commented.
Marty followed a bit behind, seeming a bit in shock. “Uh, guys?” he called.
The three of you turned.
“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” you replied. “Seriously. To anyone. Ever.”
He nodded, seeming slightly afraid of you. 
*** You and the brothers decided to stick around for just a few more days to enjoy yourselves after everything that happened. You watched as Tara’s co-star, just as the brothers told you Marty had, directed Tara where to shoot by seeing where the ghosts were in the phone’s camera. 
“You find out there's an afterlife, and this is what you do with it?” Sam snorted at Marty who was standing nearby.
He looked up from his cell phone, grinning. “I needed a little jazz on the page.”
You bid your goodbyes to the people you’d “worked” with that past week and walked toward the Impala with Dean’s arm around your shoulders. You laced your fingers with his. 
Dean grabbed a sandwich with his free hand, and the three of you walked toward a painted sunset backdrop crew members were rolling away. “God, I love this town,” he chuckled, making you and Sam laugh.
The backdrop before you moved to reveal a beautiful sunset over the Hollywood Hills, bathing you in the sun’s glow. 
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Triple H, Shawn Michaels x Fem Reader- "Show Your Tits"
Many male professional wrestlers, especially ones from the past, were really ugly looking and not exactly pretty boys with a few exceptions, but even really ugly professional wrestlers (as well as hideous rock stars and rappers) have had female groupies.
However, there were some male professional wrestlers that were pleasant to look at and were hugely over with female fans due to their looks.
In professional wrestling lingo, "over" sometimes means something people really enjoy, though it also means letting the opponent win a match.
And in the past---in particular throughout the 20th Century--professional wrestling was sometimes usually something that was appropriate for prepubescent kids to watch, it was a family event.
And the World Wrestling Federation---the most famous professional wrestling company in the world and still is today but under a different name (the WWE)---was a kid friendly and family friendly company in the 1980's and even the early to mid 1990's.
So kid friendly, it was like a live action Saturday morning cartoon with Hulk Hogan telling kids to "say their prayers and eat their vitamins", the Ultimate Warrior being like a live action character from the 80's "Thundercats" or "He-Man", Hillbilly Jim playing a happy-go-lucky hillbilly, and especially in the mid 1990's when the World Wrestling Federation was making wrestlers play clowns, plumbers, garbage men, racecar drivers, baseball players, hockey players, ninjas, magicians, repo men, and the list goes on.
But...during the late 1990's, the World Wrestling Federation was becoming increasingly more for adults rather than for kids.
The atmosphere was darker, grittier and edgier, the matches became more violent and bloodier, profanity was being used in promos, women (and sometimes men) were more sexualized, and gimmicks went from being kid friendly to inappropriate for children, with having wrestlers play middle finger flaunting, beer guzzling rednecks, horror movie characters setting people on fire, porn stars, pimps, sex addicts, exhibitionists, women keeping a man as a sex slave, incestuous "Leave it to Beaver" parodies and a group of rebellious degenerates that pointed and thrust their crotches while shouting a vulgar catchphrase, made sex jokes, stuck the Canadian flag up their nose, and implied to be naked on television.
And the fans in the WWF by the late 1990's started changing as well.
Women were now flashing their breasts at these male wrestlers and shown on television doing this, although these women were planted fans put there.
And women especially flashed their breasts towards the most popular wrestling faction of the Attitude era, D Generation X.
Granted, some of those women that flashed their tits at them were planted fans rehearsed to do that, but no doubt there were some female fans that weren't plants flashing their naked breasts at them.
Even before D Generation X added the New Age Outlaws and X Pac and when Shawn Michaels left the group and before Triple H was asking those planted fans to flash their tits, there'd be female fans flashing their bare breasts at Triple H and Shawn Michaels when they was comprised as D Generation X, and this was the original late 1990's DX, not the late 2000's reboots.
You were a member of D Generation X in the late 1990's and fit in perfectly with the group, and you worked as a valet, where your job was to distract DX's opponents by seducing and flirting with them.
What you did to distract these opponents was sometimes flash your barenaked breasts.
Triple H and Shawn Michaels noticed those female fans who'd flash their tits at them, as well as you sometimes doing things like flashing your own tits at opponents.
At the beginning of 1998, before Shawn left the World Wrestling Federation, you were backstage with Triple H and Shawn, and you as well as those 2 weren't being filmed and broadcast for a WWF show episode or pay-per-view.
You, Triple H and Shawn were having some free time together where you as well as they didn't have to rehearse your lines for a promo.
Triple H and Shawn were both standing in front of you with smirks on their faces, and those 2 men both had their long hair hanging down.
Your back was in front of the wall while Triple H and Shawn stood in front of you, and Triple H had one of his hands pressed on the wall.
"You see those chicks in the audience flashing their tits at us?" Triple H asked you, his beady eyes looking into your eyes. "I wish you could do that to us, even though we've seen your tits many times"
The "us" Triple H was referring to was himself and Shawn Michaels.
"And got to play with them and suck them" Shawn added.
You weren't appalled by what they were saying, in fact, you smiled and giggled with this wicked shiteating grin on your face.
"If I wasn't a wrestling valet" you stated "I'd probably be those chicks in the audiences in the WWF and ECW flashing their tits at sexy male wrestlers"
"That's what I'm talking about!" Shawn said, nodding his head.
You actually started off as a planted fan in the audience before making your WWF debut, but sadly you couldn't flash your breasts in the audience because the WWF was still mostly kid friendly.
"Too bad WCW doesn't probably allow women to flash their tits" you frowned, pouting your lower lip and looking down at your feet. "WCW is family friendly wrestling"
Indeed, WCW was a family friendly wrestling company, even in the late 1990's when it was at the height of its popularity.
Speaking of being a wrestling valet...
"Even though you're a perfect fit for DX" Triple H mentioned with a smirk on his face. "I wish you were the valet for someone else so we could see you flash us your tits"
"I know" you whined, nearly stomping your foot.
You nearly wanted to departure from D Generation X at the end of 1997 because you were disgusted over them not attending the ten bell salute to Brian Pillman on "Monday Night Raw"---although that probably wouldn't be like the characters they play, as well as you were disgusted over Shawn Michaels wanting to win a match in England that Davey Boy Smith wanted to dedicate to his dying sister.
And Shawn and Triple H knew about you wanting to leave from them, you discussed it with them backstage.
"But you've seen my tits lots of times!" you brought up. "I flashed you my naked body in the locker room on TV once!"
"I know" Triple H mentioned, nodding his head.
Shawn remembers that too.
Pretty soon, in a WWF episode, you recreated Drew Barrymore's infamous and iconic breast flash where you stood on top of the commentary table, slowly swayed your body back and forth and exposed your bare naked breasts to who was at the commentary table and to the audience.
You also, on "Monday Night Raw", once shed your leather jacket you were wearing and showed off that you were wearing these nipple pasties where the letter "D" was covering one of your areolas and the letter "X" was covering the opposite areola, and Shawn and Triple H both stared at your chest and literally drooled over it.
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dailyanarchistposts · 2 months ago
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The fishery
This year a group of us living on Sla Dai Ich, an island in the strait that separates Vancouver Island from the mainland, decided that we should learn more about the natural cycle of the herring. The island that we live on is a regular stop for the annual pacific herring run. At roughly 250,000 tons, the herring that pass through our waters is one of the largest biomasses that moves on our planet, comparable say to the bison herds of two hundred years ago.
Because the fishery is essentially based strictly on the collection of roe, what actually occurs in the water is this: a convoy of fishing boats gather in the strait as the herring arrive in our waters to spawn. The schools of fish are surrounded by the boats and the smaller punts. Once the fishery is opened by government officials, the herring are brought onto the boats by nets, which are then slapped by large rotating paddles beating the herring out of the nets. From the shoreline one sees fish seemingly flying through the air onto boats. The females are gutted and the roe extracted to feed the hungry sushi and delicacy markets, while the males and the fem ale carcasses are collected for animal food and fertilizer. About thirty to fifty boats gather on the waters off our shores. And, while in reality they are a veritable platoon of parasites eagerly plundering this incredible abundance of life, the boats appear rather innocuous, even picturesque, especially at night when they are lit up and together resemble a small floating village.
There exists no local cottage food industry that harvests the fish for human consumption. Pickled herring and roll mops (delicious tasting strips of herring rolled around capers, pickles or olives and bathed in vinegar and spices) are sold locally but are imported from Europe.
There are 252 seine and 1,254 gillnet licenses in the roe herring fishery alone. Fisheries and Oceans Canada set the quota and catch limit based on an “exploitation rate of 20% or less.” This means they ostensibly leave 80% of the stock in the ecosystem. But this is misleading, because the Canadian commercial fishery takes only 20% of what moves through our waters. What about the American fishery, the sea lions, the salmon and cod, etc., who are also all feeding on this run?
This year, 2005, the coast wide commercial roe herring allowable catch is 25,574 tons! The spawn on kelp fronds fishery is 3,000 tons for 37 non-Heltsiuk licenses and 525 tons for the nine Heltsiuk licenses. It’s worth noting that the once abundant Haida Gwai herring run is at a record low. In terms of statist laws and regulations, there is a whole herring daily limit of 20 kilograms and a possession limit of 40 kilograms for the so-called recreational fisher.
If the stocks continue to be affected by the contamination of spawning grounds and attacks on other aspects of the intertwined marine ecosystem, then it doesn’t matter what percent is taken. The herring will eventually disappear unless the commercial fishery is terminated and the spawning grounds are protected from industrial activity.
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jubaer01 · 8 months ago
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FOR NORWEGIAN CITIZENS - CANADA Government of Canada Electronic Travel Authority - Canada ETA - Online Canada Visa
Canadas regjeringsvisumsĂžknad, online Canada-visumsĂžknadssenter
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Address: Schultzgt. 1 , N-7013 Trondheim , Norway
Phone: +47 73 80 21 50
Website: https://www.canada-visas.org/no/visa/ 
Business Hours : 24/7/365
Owner / Official Contact Name: Ram Singh Haas
Description: Hva er et kanadisk elektronisk online visum eller ETA eller elektronisk reisemyndighet. En elektronisk reisemyndighet ETA er en innreiseforutsetning for de borgere som IKKE trenger papirstempel Visa med andre ord visumservitÞrer som skal til Canada via fly. Et elektronisk reisebyrÄ er elektronisk koblet til passet ditt. Det er et kortsiktig visum for Canada. Den er gyldig i fem Är eller til passet ditt utlÞper, avhengig av hva som kommer fÞrst. Hvis passet ditt blir tapt, stjÄlet eller skadet eller fornyet, mÄ du sÞke om et annet online Canada Visa eller ETA. Med et gyldig online Canada Visa eller Electronic Travel Authority kan du fly til Canada flere ganger for korte opphold (vanligvis sÄ lenge som 180 dager eller seks mÄneder per besÞk). NÄr du dukker opp pÄ grensen til flyplassen, vil en tjenestemann be om Ä se din e-postkopi av Canada ETA eller Online Canada Visa og ogsÄ sjekke passet ditt. Hva du skal ta med til flyplassen nÄr du fÄr godkjent online Canada-visum, hold e-posten eller utskriften tilgjengelig. Passet ditt mÄ samsvare med ditt online Canada Visa eller Electronic Travel Authority, det vil vÊre koblet til visumet du brukte til Ä sÞke. Flyselskapets ansatte vil gjennomgÄ visumet ditt eller ETA for Ä bekrefte at du har en legitim kanadisk elektronisk reisemyndighet. SÞrg for at du bÊrer det originale passet, hvis du har flere pass, ta med passet som er koblet til ditt kanadiske ETA eller Online Canada Visa. Hold deg unna problemer ved flyterminalen. NÄr din elektroniske reisemyndighet er godkjent og godkjent, mÄ du sÞrge for at identifikasjonsnummeret som er nevnt for godkjennings-e-posten for elektronisk reisebyrÄ samsvarer med nummeret pÄ passsiden din. I tilfelle de ikke stemmer overens, mÄ du igjen sÞke om en annen elektronisk reisemyndighet for Canada eller Online Canada Visa. Statsborgere og innbyggere i fÞlgende land er kvalifisert til Ä sÞke om online kanadisk visum eller ETA, Polen, Kroatia, Storbritannia i utlandet, Spania, Norge, Sveits, Israel, Litauen, Slovenia, CaymanÞyene, Belgia, SÞr-Korea, New Zealand, Romania, Malta, Taiwan, Luxembourg, Danmark, Bahamas, Barbados, Samoa, Frankrike, Hong Kong, Br. Virgin Is., Hellas, Nederland, Finland, Australia, Singapore, Papua Ny-Guinea, Tyskland, Østerrike, Mexico, Vatikanstaten, Storbritannia, Kypros, Irland, Chile, Island, Latvia, SalomonÞyene, Ungarn, Japan, Portugal, Montserrat, Slovakia, Sverige, Bulgaria, San Marino, Liechtenstein, Brunei, Andorra, Monaco, Tsjekkia, Estland, Italia og Anguilla.  What is a Canadian electronic Online Visa or ETA or Electronic Travel Authority. An Electronic Travel Authority ETA is a entry prerequisite for those citizens who do NOT require paper stamp Visa in other words visa waiter  nationals going to Canada via Airplance. An Electronic Travel Authority is electronically connected to your Passport. It is a short term Visa for Canada. It is valid for period of five years or until your Passport expires,  whichever is sooner. If your passport is lost, stolen or damaged or renewed, then you need to apply another Online Canada Visa or ETA. With a valid Online Canada Visa or  Electronic Travel Authority, you can fly  out to Canada multiple times for short stays (ordinarily for as long as a 180 days or six months per visit). At the point when you show up on the border of Airport, an official will request to see your Email copy of Canada ETA or Online Canada Visa and also check your passport.  What to bring to the airport when you get Approved Online Canada Visa, keep the soft copy email or printout handy. Your passport must match you Online Canada Visa or Electronic Travel Authority, it will be connected to the visa you used to apply.
The airline employees  will review  your visa or ETA to confirm  that you have a legitimate Canadian Electronic Travel Authority.  Ensure that you carry the original passport, if you have multiple passports, then carry the passport that is connected to your Canadian ETA or Online Canada Visa. Keep away from problems at the air terminal, When your Electronic Travel Authority is approved and endorsed, make sure that the identification number mentioned for your Electronic Travel Authority approval email matches the number in your Passport Page. In the event that they don't align and match, you must again apply for another Electronic Travel Authority for Canada or Online Canada Visa. Citizens and Residents of the following countries are eligible to apply for Online Canadian Visa or ETA, Poland, Croatia, British overseas, Spain, Norway, Switzerland, Israel, Lithuania, Slovenia, Cayman Islands, Belgium, South Korea, New Zealand, Romania, Malta, Taiwan, Luxembourg, Denmark, Bahamas, Barbados, Samoa, France, Hong Kong, Br. Virgin Is., Greece, Netherlands, Finland, Australia, Singapore, Papua New Guinea, Germany, Austria, Mexico, Vatican City State, United Kingdom, Cyprus, Ireland, Chile, Iceland, Latvia, Solomon Islands, Hungary, Japan, Portugal, Montserrat, Slovakia, Sweden, Bulgaria, San Marino, Liechtenstein, Brunei, Andorra, Monaco, Czech Republic, Estonia, Italy and Anguilla. 
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beautifulfaaces · 3 years ago
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Siobhan Murphy
Facts
1984
Canadian actress
Filmography
Celia [Danger Force: 2021]
Ruth [Murdoch Mysteries: 2016-2021]
Patsy [Merry Happy Whatever: 2019]
Cleo [The Bold Type: 2018]
Julie [A Perfect Christmas Wedding: 2015]
Becca [Rookie Blue: 2012]
April [Men with Brooms: 2010]
Marie [Across the River to Motor City: 2007]
Appearance
blonde
brown eyes
1.73m
Roleplay
playable: young adult, adult
Icons: Merry Happy Whatever
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k-femdove · 3 years ago
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『Welcome to Miami』
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Warnings: Sub!mark, dom!reader, fem!reader, tall!reader, profanity (like once)
Genre; Fluff ig?? Just general story stuff
synopsis: When a pretty Canadian boy becomes your roommate, you just can’t help messing with him. A couple parties later, things get intimate between you two. Mark feels something he’s never felt- and craves more. When he slowly becomes more attached, you know what he wants- and who are you to refuse?
Playlist link here !
Part 1
It was another hot day in Miami, at 80 degrees Fahrenheit. 
You ignored the heat and instead chose to wait to meet your new roommate. You lived with roommates often, but they never lasted long. Either they pissed you off, or you pissed them off. Frat boys, sorority girls, you'd roomed with them all. 
Many of these people were, well, less than pleasant. Of course, you couldn't help but be worried about who'd you meet this time. Despite your lively persona and tendency to party like crazy, you were still lazy. Whenever you had a roommate, a friend arranged it. 
ding
You ran to the door, nearly slipping on the way there. 
So you opened the door, and what you saw couldn't be better.
There stood a pretty boy with prominent cheekbones, seemingly flawless skin, and the brightest eyes you had ever seen. 
His hair is so fluffy looking-
"Holy shit, you're tall."
You gazed down at him, giggling. "Mark Lee, right?" 
He nodded, cocking his head to the side. "And you're Y/n?" "Here I am!" 
It all happened so quickly; You intertwined your hand with his, pulling him into the apartment. In that split second, you missed his flustered expression, blushing as he looked down at your hand. 
After a quick introduction and a small tour, Mark had gone to unpack. 
This one was going to be fun.
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SORRY THIS WAS SHORT- this will be a series though, and i plan on making the other parts longer. Based off my Miami idea!
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beautifulfaaces · 3 years ago
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Alex Paxton Beesley
Facts
September 24, 1986
Canadian actress
Filmography
Freddie [Murdoch Mysteries: 2009-2021]
Eva [The Bold Type: 2020-2021]
Katherine [A Mother’s Lie: 2018]
Megan [Dirty Singles: 2014]
Monica [The Confessor: 2004]
Appearance
ginger
green eyes
Roleplay
playable: teenager, young adult, adult
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beautifulfaaces · 3 years ago
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Kristen Hager
Facts
January 2, 1984
Canadian actress
Filmography
Mae [Condor: 2018-2020]
Laura [What/If: 2019]
Joan [The Kennedys After Camelot: 2017]
Nora [Being Human: 2011-2014]
Adele [Wild Roses: 2009]
Skye [Beach Girls: 2005]
Appearance
blonde
blue eyes
1.67m
Roleplay
playable: young adult, adult
Icons: Clara
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beautifulfaaces · 3 years ago
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Piercey Dalton
Facts
February 24, 1981
American Canadian actress
Filmography
Louise [Interrogation: 2020]
Naomi [The Open House: 2018]
Aunt May [The Orchard: 2016]
Ginger [Fred & Ginger: 2012]
Appearance
brunette
curls
blue eyes
1.68m
Roleplay
playable: adult
Icons: The Open House
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beautifulfaaces · 4 years ago
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Sarah Lind
Facts
July 22, 1982
Canadian actress
Filmography
Carol [Jakob's Wife: 2021]
Charlie [Cold Blood Legacy: 2019]
Stephanie [Eve of Abduction: 2018]
Sarah/ Savannah [True Justice: 2010-2012]
Jen [Edgemont: 2001-2005]
Dee [Mentors: 1998-2000]
Appearance
brunette/ blonde
brown eyes
1.63m
Roleplay
playable: teenager, young adult, adult
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beautifulfaaces · 4 years ago
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Jill Morrison
Facts
August 7, 1989
Canadian actress
Filmography
Brenna [Ann Rule's Circle of Deception: 2021]
Berryessa [Motherland: Fort Salem: 2020]
Faye [Project Blue Book: 2019-2020]
Dorothy [ To All the Boys: P.S. I Still Love You : 2020]
Deb [Sunnyhearts Community Centre: 2016-2017]
Annie [The Returned: 2015]
Randa [The L Word: 2006]
Dee [Crimes of Fashion: 2004]
Appearance
ginger
blue eyes
1.69m
Roleplay
playable: teenager, young adult, adult
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beautifulfaaces · 4 years ago
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Martha MacIsaac
Facts
October 11, 1984
Canadian actress
Filmography
Martha [Sky West and Crooked: 2020]
Sabrina [Unicorn Store: 2017]
Kate [The Pinkertons: 2014-2015]
Becca [1600 Penn: 2012-2013]
Dana [Greek: 2010-2011]
Emily [Emily of New Moon: 1998-2000]
Appearance
brunette
brown eyes
1.63m
Roleplay
playable: teenager, young adult, adult
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beautifulfaaces · 3 years ago
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Elana Dunkelman
Facts
July 11, 1986
Canadian actress
Filmography
Cynthia [The Bold Type: 2020]
Lauren [Good Sam: 2019]
Natalie [Designated Survivor: 2016-2017]
Opal [Shutterbugs: 2015-2016]
Sophie [Charles Goes on a Date: 2012]
Debbi [Lethal Obsession: 2007]
Appearance
brunette
curls
brown eyes
1.57m
Roleplay
playable: young adult, adult
Icons: Good Sam
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beautifulfaaces · 5 years ago
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Meghan Ory & Jessica Lowndes
Ory is a Canadian actress born in 1982. She has brown hair and green eyes.
Jessica is a Canadian actress and singer who was born in 1987. She has brown hair and green eyes
They could work as sisters, half sisters or cousins
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beautifulfaaces · 4 years ago
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Christie Burke
Facts
October 20, 1989
Canadian actress
Filmography
Bride [The Haunting of Bly Manor: 2020]
Sandra [Love in Winterland: 2020]
Becca [Ascension: 2018]
Miss Logan [Strange Empire: 2014-2015]
Elise [Falling Skies: 2014]
Teenage Renesmee [The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn - Part 1: 2011]
Appearance
Brunette
Brown eyes
1.70m
Roleplay
Playable: young adult, adult
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beautifulfaaces · 4 years ago
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Bre Blair
Facts
April 19, 1980
Canadian actress
Filmography
Annie [S.W.A.T.: 2017-2021]
Emily [Make It Up As We Go: 2020]
Lauren [Life Sentence: 2018]
Jessie [Game of Silence: 2016]
Mrs. McIntire [Make It or Break It: 2012]
Lisa B. [What About Brian: 2006]
Stacey [The Baby-Sitters Club: 1992]
Appearance
dark blonde
blue eyes
1.70m
Roleplay
playable: teenager, young adult, adult
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