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gadgetgeniusinsights · 5 months ago
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FIFINE XLR/USB Dynamic Microphone
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fountainpenguin · 2 months ago
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"Though we both know one day there'll be blood on the floor... but which one will betray the other more?" (x)
New Fairly OddParents 'fic today!
Rated T - 6,900 words
50 Words of Dale and Vicky
📖 Read on FFN || Read on AO3
🌃 City Lights AU
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50 scene snippets about two inseparable BFFs and a string of bad decisions. Predates lemon pit torture.
OR, Dale and Vicky were friends when they were kids.
(First 5 prompts under the cut)
50 Words of Dale and Vicky Friday August 14th, 1992 - Friday April 14th, 1995 Summer of the Pink Star - Spring of the Small Sunflower
1. Balance
Even Dad raised an eyebrow at the redhead who took the mutton bustin' like a piece of sticky tape. The sheep charged through the Dimmsdale Dimmadome's mucky arena, the girl thumping up and down on its back. With every second she clung, the crowd surged higher and higher with excitement- cheering already! Did she sew her sleeves to its wool or something? 6-year-old Dale, safe behind the chute fence, braced his arms a little straighter; craned his neck a little higher.
"Whoa… She's cruisin' like a roadrunner."
One flump of a small body later, the little girl went tumbling through the muck. But she won, of course (and scored the traditional belt buckle emblem plus a set of 4 family tickets to Wave 'N Rage to prove it). The girl cheered into Dad's microphone and jumped up and down. Watching some black-haired woman and a redheaded guy (who must be her two parents) fawn over her, Dale had to wonder… if she had any siblings.
That was wicked…
Her name was Vicky Aingeal. And he was about to be the best friend she never asked for.
2. Cattle
The next time he saw her, it was at the state fair. The scruffy scarlet ponytail hadn't changed. She wolfed down a funnel cake at a table, her parents to either side (and sharing their own). Powdered sugar smeared her lips and fingers. That stuff had to be so greasy… but it looked delicious. Dale, who had already been a Bright Young Man and a Very Well-Behaved Good Boy (semi-interchangeably) for the past 5 minutes while his dad talked about cows and bovine and steer and heifers with Mr. So-'N-So (Cue laughter; they were friends), decided he'd finished standing in the hot sun, bouncing on his toes. He darted his gaze between Vicky and the back of his dad's head. Another 20 seconds flickered by. This time, Dale's stomach even growled. And if that wasn't a sign, what was?
"Dad-"
Dad didn't stop talking, but he did move his hand to Dale's shoulder and gave a quiet squeeze. Not now, said the gesture, so Dale went quiet. He played with the big brim of his hat, staring at Vicky and her funnel cake until she stopped eating and raised her head. Their eyes flicked across each other. Dale jumped and glanced away. Back to the cattle. The Dimmadomes showed fat and healthy cows every year at… the cow-showing event. "Open dairy," Dad called it with his friends (SO awesome; all fancy). Dale never remembered the name except this time of year, but he definitely knew cows.
"Dad," Dale tried again. But dad kept talking, squeezing his arm again, so Dale went quiet for real and softly picked at his nose. The grown-ups talked cows, milk, and hormones… And when that all wrapped up, Doug scooped him up and set him on his hip in one shwoop.
"Now, what's all the fuss, son? What's got your knickknack paddy whacking?"
"Dad, I want a funnel cake."
Doug Dimmadome (owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadome) threw an unreadable glance at the table where Vicky and her parents ate. It might've been unreadable because Dale was only 6. "Too risky, kiddo. It's probably got dairy. Now come on, son- You wanna lead the herd with me?"
3. Instrument
"Huh," was the first thing Vicky said when she came across the refrigerated butter sculpture. Seriously? Three giant cows playing in a band? "Pretty weird." It was a huge amount of butter and that was kinda impressive all in all, but… did it serve any purpose? It wouldn't last. Who would want to keep that thing cold for months? Even winter wouldn't get cold enough to not melt it. She looked for a price tag, a card- anything that indicated it might be for sale. Was this thing just donated? Free of charge? I wouldn't want it either, but that feels like a waste. I'm sure SOMEONE would buy it. Some kind of stupid, rich…
She was still there, leaning so close to the clear case, her nose could've touched the nearest instrument, when someone tapped her shoulder. She yelped, hit the case (with her face), and spun around. "Who-? … Oh." That weird kid who'd been staring at her while she ate lunch. When Vicky blinked at him, he pushed the brim of his big hat up with one thumb. He even smiled.
"I saw you at the mutton bustin'."
"The what?"
"You rode the sheep? Most people don't stay on that long."
"Oh, yeah. That sheep was a loser."
The kid blinked, like he actually cared about some random sheep's feelings or something. Honestly, with a name like mutton bustin', whoever was in charge of that thing probably cooked it up and ate it by now. "Well," said the kid, pretty slow on the word. He put out his hand. "I'm Dale… Donovan. And you're Vicky, right?"
"Uh, are you following me?"
4. Sheet
He showed her the chicken tent, the pigs, and the cattle (with their parents trailing behind, of course- Dad had a lot of business to talk and Vicky's parents didn't seem to mind he was there, even if Vicky still gave him weird sideways looks like she couldn't decide just what to make of him). But little by little… those shoulders that looked like tall fenceposts started coming down like a gate sinking underwater.
Then he showed her something super interesting over her shoulder while he tore down the sheet with the name Dimmadome scrawled across it. Look… Is it so wrong to want a friend who likes you without asking about your dad getting rich?
He ignored the confused looks the cows shot him as he bunched the paper in his hand.
5. Resonant
Y'know what? There was something REALLY funny about watching the awkward kid jump about 10 feet in the air (skeleton practically leaping from his skin) when a piercing whistle carried through the air.
"Th-that's my dad," Dale stuttered. "I have to go. Um. 'Bye."
Huh. So, did he not like to add the 'good' in 'good-bye' either? Maybe he's more self-aware of the crushing weight of existence than I thought. Not the worst quality in a friend.
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crissiebaby · 26 days ago
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DiapOut: Chapter 40
DISCLAIMER: This series contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation, WAM, hypermessing, crossdressing, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!
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“CODE RED! I REPEAT, CODE RED!” yelled Jackson, forcing Keelee to rip her headset off to preserve her eardrums. As annoying as her director's frantic behavior was, he was right on the money. Win or lose, 50 points would be an insane deficit for either team to come back from. Whether Mia realized it or not, her big move was utterly game-breaking.
Not even the illustrious CassiRole could maintain a straight face as the microphone she held toward Mia’s mouth nearly slipped out of her hand. “O-Oh! Wow…that’s uh…wow,” she said, looking off-camera toward Keelee, who had nothing for her. “That’s a big risk you’re taking Mia…especially with a razor-thin lead. Are you sure its a risk is worth–”
“Absolutely,” said Mia defiantly, cutting off Cassi before the cunning host could make her second guess herself. She was tired of having the game manipulated in her favor, and the way she saw it, her performance in the upcoming challenge was just about the only thing production had zero control over. If she wins, great! That means she earned her win as well as the cash prize attached to it. If she loses, so be it. It wasn’t her money to begin with.
Suffice it to say, not all of Mia’s teammates saw her decision the same way. “WHY DO YOU HATE MONEY?!?!” screamed Ayaya, needing Lelaya to hold her back as she attempted to bum-rush the stage. She had kept her cool when both Mia and Lelaya had dumbly chosen not to pass their challenges onto the Messers, but this was egregious.
“Why’s Ayayayaya sho mad?” asked Misa, who’d barely been half paying attention up to this point. Her regressed brain had been too preoccupied with mooshing her ultra-thick surroundings of her and Mia’s conjoined diaper.
Reaching behind her to pet Misa’s head, Mia was unshaken from her decision. “So, are you guys just going to cut to us at the starting line or do you want to film us waddling across the studio? My thighs will still be burning with anticipation, after all,” she said with a smirk, glaring at Keelee with joyous malice. 
The clipboard in Keelee’s hands strained to keep from snapping down the middle as she gazed upward at Mia and her insolent behavior. This was what she got for working with a bunch of diaper babies. “You heard the Baby New Year. I need lights and cameras on The Change-Off set yesterday, so move your asses,” she said, more than happy to reward Mia’s brattiness by giving her exactly what she was asking for. If this girl wanted to lose that badly, who was she to get in Mia’s way?
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“Alright, DiapOut fans! We’re back at the starting point of Round One, with Mia and her “plus 1” set to take on The Change-Off Gauntlet!” stated Cassi, standing atop the starting platform with Mia and Misa. “Unlike the first round, which saw one person from both teams assigned to each relay segment, Mia will have to race her way through the diaper drop, the pudding slide, and the lotion-covered staircase on her own in under three minutes…well, sort of. Luckily for our Baby New Year, she will have her best friend, Misa, by her side every step of the way.”
Shrinking in place next to Mia, Misa's anxiety was steady on the rise as she looked over the edge of the platform at the oversized diaper filled with chocolate pudding that was waiting for her at the bottom. “Too taww,” she said, clinging to Mia for comfort.
“Shhhh! It’s um…it’s okay. I’m here with you,” said Mia, attempting to pacify Misa’s nervous mental state with simple platitudes and a few awkward headpats; a caregiver she was not. In truth, she hadn’t really considered Misa’s feelings before pushing her into such a harrowing situation. Winning may not have been her priority but neither was tormenting her heavily hypnotized friend.
“Ahem,” grumbled Cassi, clearing her throat to quell Mia and Misa’s idle chit-chat so that she could finish reading the introduction. “Should she reach the top of the staircase in time to press the big red button waiting for her at the finish line, she will score a monstrous 50 points for her team, the Wetters. However, failure to complete your challenge in time will land you with quite a deficit. High risk, high reward!” Elevating the intensity of the moment with her speech, she had her audience eating out of the palm of her hand now more than ever. “Well, Mia, before we start, do you have any regrets about betting so many points?”
Staring into the camera boldly, Mia responded, “None whatsoever. We’re ready to play.” It was a far cry from the shy girl who could barely recite her name earlier that same day.
“Excellent! Then let’s not keep our viewers at home waiting any longer,” said Cassi, who was living for the drama that Mia was creating. Unlike her director and production manager, she couldn't care less if everything went according to plan. Chaos was more entertaining anyway. “On your marks…”
Rotating as much of her body toward Mia, the quickening pace of the show jolted Misa into panic mode. “Ch-Chus pwomise it’ww be okay?” she stuttered, tightening her grip around Mia’s waist.
“Get set…”
Mia may not have been a Big but that wasn’t going to stop her from looking out for her doe-eyed friend to the best of her abilities. “I promise. We’ll be at the bottom before you know it. Just hold onto me,” she said, wrapping both arms around Misa in preparation for the big jump. 
“Go!”
“Jump!” shouted Mia, squinting her eyes closed as she attempted to leap from the platform. Sadly, despite the pep talk, Misa was less than forthcoming, resulting in both girls tumbling forward off the platform in the clumsiest fashion imaginable; far from a strong start. Much like before, the descent was over in seconds, engulfing both girls from head to toe in the ridiculously deep pudding pit. Chocolate sludge wormed its way into every nook and cranny of both their shared diaper and individual diapers, causing both girls to rise from and sink below the pudding’s surface several times before finding the edge.
Meanwhile, Cassi watched from atop the raised platform, giving her a birds-eye view of the entire obstacle course as she continued her teasing narration, “Uh oh! I guess Mia and Misa failed to calculate how heavy their CrissBaby Buddies Diaper was going to get! You’d think Mia would’ve had this down-pat after carting around that water-filled diaper for most of Round Three.” Her words stoked the audience’s ongoing laughter as they savored the blushy misery that had befallen the star contestant and her beloved bestie.
A trail of soupy pudding was left in Mia and Misa’s wake as they eventually managed to drag themselves out of the giant, crinkly nappy. Wheezing on the floor with her limbs sprawled out haphazardly, Mia felt like a fish drying out under the intense heat of the sun. Despite this, she was determined to get back up and moving. “C’mon, Misa. We gotta…UGH!” she stained, finding her pamper partner was more preoccupied than expected.
“Hehe, I wansa go again,” Misa said, giggling too hard to acknowledge the time-sensitive situation she was in. Her hips bucked and her lips trembled as she shoved her hand into the first layer of padding and pressed her fist into the base of her obscenely muddy diaper. The feeling was too good not to replicate, pushing her to grind against her fist over and over.
Knowing how mortified Misa would be to discover she started masturbating in a diaper while being filmed by multiple cameras, Mia needed to get the two of them going again pronto. “Um…Oh! Hey Misa, do you wanna play in even more pudding?” she said, using Misa’s salacious desires against her.
Unsurprisingly, Misa immediately nodded her head back and forth. “We gonsa do da jump some more?” she asked earnestly, her fear of heights now a forgotten memory.
“Even better,” replied Mia, pointing toward the large, butt-shaped slide with a stream of pudding running down its center. She didn’t feel great about manipulating Misa like this but desperate times called for desperate measures. Misa could bark at her later when she was spending her cut of the winnings.
Yoinking her arm free from her fudge-filled diaper, Misa’s baby brain instantly recognized the slide from earlier that day. Only now, those memories were tainted with arousal for all things squishy and messy. Scooping up her half of the bloated two-person diaper, she and Mia slowly crawled their way toward the mouth of the slide; their diaper was too heavy for them to even think about standing.
“Alright, let’s be smart about this,” said Mia, letting the oversaturated padding in her hands plop to the ground as she reached the edge of the slide. “If we lie down on the mat side by side, we can–HEY!”
Unfortunately for Mia, Misa had no intention of waiting for her to strategize. “Swide time!” she shouted, flopping over Mia as she tried to force her way down the slide. 
Mia gasped as her lower half slipped into the running stream of pudding while pinned beneath Misa's body weight. “M-M-Misa! You gotta geoOohHHH!” she moaned, her tongue slipping from her mouth as the front hem of her diaper was blown open by the slide’s jet stream. Within seconds, her inner layer of padding was practically bursting with chocolate pudding exploding from each leg hole. Weakened by the bizarre form of stimulation, she quickly lost the fight against Misa’s body weight, causing her entire body to become submerged.
“Weee!” cheered Misa, throwing both hands up as she rocketed down the yummy slide while straddling Mia the entire time. Her fun wasn’t built to last, though, as she was promptly launched from her spot atop Mia’s hips at the bottom of the slide.
Wiping the chocolate-covered hair away from her face, Mia was finally given the chance to come up for air. “I don’t think…I can…do it…” she panted heavily, uncertain if she had it in her to complete the last leg of the race as she glanced at the slippery staircase up ahead.
“Oooh…my head…”
However, right as Mia was about to lose all hope, she was greeted by the sound of Misa’s grumpy voice absent any sort of speech impediment. “Wait! Misa, is that you?” she said, her tone flipping on a dime as she rushed to check on her best friend. Sure enough, the glaze that previously coated Misa’s eyes and kept her from focusing on anything had dissipated, leaving her as alert as she was when she first entered the studio. “Oh, thank Goddess! We were worried you’d never wake up.”
Having been thrown to the ground at such a speedy velocity, Misa’s adult brain had snapped back to reality. “W-Wake up…what are you…why am I…” she said wearily, losing track of any question that popped into her head as the shifting of her diaper crushed her beneath a tidal wave of euphoria. Sitting up with as much confusion on her face as there was pudding, she began to think back upon all the humiliating actions her body had made outside of her control; thoughts which served to heighten her sexual fervor.
“60 seconds left, Wetters! You’d better get your cabooses to the finish line fast!” announced Cassi, alerting Mia and Misa to the dwindling time they had. 
Brushing off Misa’s amorous bewilderment. Mia had precious little time to explain the task at hand. “Misa, look at me! We can still win this thing but we have to move now!” she said, gesturing to the staircase with renewed vigor now that Misa’s mental faculties had returned. “Are you with me?”
With mere seconds to make her decision, Misa dug her teeth into the side of her cheek to distract her from her new, kinky interests. After going through diaper hell and back today, she wasn’t going to leave this place empty-handed. “Yeah…yeah, I’m with you,” she said, ready to finish this game once and for all.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Wetters: 161.1 (+/-60) points Messers: 156.7 (+/-10) points
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wrestler-smash-or-pass · 8 months ago
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Weekly Wrapup 3/3/24 (late!)
This Week's Rankings:
Hangman Adam Page (Mustache) - 70.7% smash
Drilla Moloney - 70.7%
Kagetsu - 66.7%
Randy Orton - 62.3%
Alex Coughlin - 61.3%
Amir Jordan - 60.2%
Shane Haste - 59.0%
Rocky Romero - 58.4%
Tetsuya Naito - 54.1%
Tony Nese - 51.4%
Al Snow - 47.3%
Eve Torres - 47.1%
Julius Creed - 27.9%
Kevin Sullivan - 13.1%
Average smash rating this week: 53.6%
More stats under the cut, along with my observations, commentary, and some of my favorite tags...
Most total votes this week (most enthusiasm)
Hangman Adam Page - 529 votes
Alex Coughlin - 279
Drilla Moloney - 246
Rocky Romero - 245
Randy Orton - 236
And least total votes this week (least enthusiasm)
Kevin Sullivan - 153 votes
Amir Jordan - 166
Eve Torres - 174
Julius Creed - 201
Tony Nese - 218
The closest poll was Tony Nese, who won 112-106
Top Ten Overall
Kris Statlander - 91% smash
Athena - 90.2% smash
Hikaru Shida - 89.7% smash
Minoru Suzuki (Young Variant) - 88.7% smash
Swerve Strickland - 88.3% smash
Toni Storm - 88.1% smash
Hiroshi Tanahashi - 87.7% smash
Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash
Bianca Belair - 86.4% smash
Hikuleo - 86.0% smash
Bottom Ten Overall
Vince McMahon - 3.9% smash
Ric Flair - 4.6% smash
Kane (Corporate variant) - 10.1% smash
Miracle Violence Connection - 11.8% smash
Gene Munny - 12.4% smash
Spike Trivet - 12.% smash
Kevin Sullivan - 13.1% smash
Triple H (Terra Ryzing variant) - 18.6% smash
Eric Bischoff (NWO) - 20.0% smash
Charlie Dempsey - 22.1% smash
Top Women Overall
Kris Statlander - 91% smash
Athena - 90.2% smash
Hikaru Shida - 89.7% smash
Toni Storm - 88.1% smash
Bianca Belair - 86.4% smash
Bottom Women Overall
Eve Torres - 47.1% smash
Carmella - 47.8% smash
Nikkita Lyons - 48.2% smash
Julia Hart (Cheerleader Variant) - 49.8% smash
Kelly Kelly - 50.3% smash
Top Men Overall
Minoru Suzuki (Young Variant) - 88.7% smash
Swerve Strickland - 88.3% smash
Hiroshi Tanahashi - 87.7% smash
Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash
Hikuleo - 86.0% smash
Top Tag Teams
The Golden Lovers - 80.4% smash
Best Friends - 66.7% smash
Motor City Machine Guns - 65.5% smash
Roppongi Vice - 62.7% smash
Young Bucks - 43.8% smash
Mustachioed Hangman took the No. 2 spot for most total votes, with 529 votes cast. However, there was a 13.6 point drop in his smashability when the mustache is taken into account. He scored 86.4% smash for his previous poll, with 386 smash votes. With the mustache, he scored 70.7% smash, with 374 smash votes. I thought he'd do better, given how popular mustaches seem to be overall, but maybe the mustache fans are just a small, vocal minority.
Eve Torres had the misfortune of being the least smashable woman overall. She was the fourth woman to score less than 50%.
We can now add Rocky Romero to the rankings for Best Friends and Friends:
Kris Statlander - 91.0% smash
Orange Cassidy - 77.1% smash
Danhausen - 68.8% smash
Chuck Taylor - 66.2% smash
Trent Beretta - 61.3% smash
Rocky Romero - 58.4% smash
And for their tag teams, we have
Best Friends (Chuck and Trent): 66.7% smash
Roppongi Vice (Trent and Rocky): 62.7% smash
In other news, I'm starting to add Cagematch rankings to the results spreadsheet (reminder, that exists here: Google Docs). I plan to eventually make some silly charts involving those ratings, like smashability vs. Cagematch rating.
And now for some of my favorite tags and comment
@tetsuya-taito on Julius Creed: #he looks like he rubs the inner thigh and asks if you like that
@mancewarner on Julius Creed: #he does unfortunately look like hed call me a slur though so id hit it and ghost
@mancewarner on Shane Haste: #just watched an insiderz stream where he was chugging coke and burping extremely loudly into the microphone. that being said yes id smash
@sanguinaryrot on Kagetsu: #uhhhhh yeah I stand for the troops (transgender professional wrestlers)
@dykecassidy on Hangman with a Mustache: #everyone stop clicking smash i wanna be the only one please let me be alone with this hangman
@theunprettier on Drilla Moloney: #i wanna get tangled up in his body hair and die like a fish caught in ocean debris
Honorable mention to the MANY people who tagged the Hangman poll with some variation on "save a horse ride a cowboy"
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notinthislife50 · 1 year ago
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Chapter 12
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It was con season. you lived for this. It was your favorite time of the year, listening to fans and getting to know them. It was amazing.
You, Misha, and Ruth were walking around backstage you had become so engrossed in a story you were telling when you smacked, banged into a man in front of you. As you looked up to apologise, Tom Hiddleston stood before you.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry I was too busy talking and I wasn’t paying attention, I’m so sorry” you blabbered.
Tom smiled at you and you swore you died.
“No harm done Y/n, though I’ll have to hear that story sometime, sounds intriguing,” he laughed walking away.
You stood for a minute squeezing Misha's arm.
“Earth to y/n Squeezing a bit hard there,” he smiled at you.
“Did that just happen, Misha? Please tell me that just happened,” you squeaked.
Misha looked at Ruth and smirked “Y/n is in love with Tom Hiddleston, she’s gonna marry him someday and have his babies.”
“You know it,” you punched Misha in the arm. “I need to tell Jared” you screamed and ran off.
As you came backstage to where your panel was going to be held, you screamed Jared’s name.
“What happened?” Jared looked concerned.
When you saw Jensen beside him you hesitated and whispered ”You know what it’s fine, just bumped into someone and wanted to tell you,” you said not sure if he was ready for that part of your life.
“Hey,” Jensen grabbed your arm to stop you from walking away “Please tell us. If you can’t tell your best friends who you just stalked then who can you tell.” He laughed, but you caught the pleading under it.
You smiled. This was the Jensen you missed. And you knew he was offering you an olive branch, so you bit the bullet and you being you in your most dramatic voice ever you told them how you just bumped into the Tom Hiddleston and how he was sex on legs, and you would let that man do unspeakable things to you.
The boys laughed at how star-struck you were. They knew how much you loved Marvel. And Loki was your favorite character.
“Oh my god, I need to tell Mark” you squealed Squeezing Jensen's arms and hugging him, and then you ran off.
Jensen couldn’t help but smile after that squeeze.
“She never gives up on you man, she loves you " Jared smiled “You never lost her she just wanted to give you your space.”
Jensen sighed “I know” and then he smiled at Jared “I have an idea!”
You had all been seated for your panel, this time you took your seat between the boys. the original seat you had in the beginning, it felt great to be here, it was where you all started off. Jared, you, and Jensen. and you beamed as you sat between them, it was like everything was getting back to normal.
Everyone was answering questions from the audience and you felt yourself getting overwhelmed. You hated the fact you weren’t confident and that you always questioned yourself when talking to fans. Did they really like you or did they just feel sorry for you as you were stuck between these two strong handsome characters?
You pulled on a bit of string you found in your pocket. Trying to not show your emotions. But you had blocked out all the noise. At one point you looked at your hand while you were tying the string and had zoned out. Then you heard “My question is for Y/n” and then you heard the screams and felt Jensen squeeze your arm.
Your head shot up and you saw Tom Hiddleston standing at the microphone.
You were speechless for a few seconds and then you held your finger out smiled and mouthed "One second, please."
You took out your wallet and took out 50 dollars and walked over to Rob and slammed it down in front of him. He and Richard screamed in laughter as did the rest of the cast.
Jensen saw Tom look confused. “Sorry man, but Y/n has a swear jar on set, and every time she curses she has to put 5 dollars into the jar. So I’m guessing she has a lot to say.” He laughed.
As you looked at Jensen you asked “Did you set this up?”
And he just shrugged smiling.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you whispered but your mic picked up everything. You breathed in and your demeanor changed. you sat up straight and looked at Tom and took a breath. “Of course, what’s your name sir," you smiled hoping he’d play the game. God please play the game you willed.
“I’m Tom” He played the game back smirking.
“Nice to meet you Tom, and are you enjoying comic com?” you asked.
“Very much so, ” he smiled.
“And are you here by yourself or did you bring some friends?” You asked.
“I came with friends," Tom pointed to the back of the room.
You sat in silence for a moment looking at the Marvel cast in front of you and begged yourself to be cool.
“Well hello, Tom’s friends are you all having a good time?"
And they all nodded and laughed.
So what's your question, Tom?” You nodded to him.
“So obviously Y/c/n is a good soul, she saves people on a daily basis, but do you think if she ever met Loki could he make her kneel?"
“Oh absolutely," you grinned.
“What?” Jensen asked "Y/n I am appalled" he mocked hurt that you answered that so quickly.
“I mean have you seen the guy in chains? 100 percent sure she would kneel, Right?" you asked the audience and they laughed and agreed with you.
When the panel ended you were on such a high. When you were all off the stage you rushed Jensen and hugged him tightly.
“Best day of my life," you smiled “Thank you but you owe me now,”
“That’s not good,” he laughed “What do you have in mind?”
As you explained your plan Jensen thought it was hilarious. “Let’s get this done," he kissed your head and you closed your eyes smiling hoping your best friend was coming back to you.
Meanwhile, at the Marvel panel, it was the now-the-Q&A part.
You approached the mic nervously and said "My question is for Tom."
The crowd reputed and you smirked up at him.
He smiled down at you and you swear your legs near give way. You looked and Jensen nervously and he nodded in reassurance.
“What's your name” Tom copied you from before.
"Y/n " you answered into the mic.
“And are you enjoying comic con?” Again shadowing your questions from before.
“Very much so,” you smiled back.
"And are you here with anyone?” Again mimicking you from before.
“Just a few friends” you motioned to where the supernatural cast stood.
The crowd screamed in delight.
“And are you dressed in anyone in particular?” He questioned.
“Oh yes. I’m dressed as a hunter from supernatural,” you replied “Plaid shirts are a must on the show." You spread your arms twirling to show off your own shirt.
“A hunter?” Tom questioned “And what exactly do you hunt?”
“Oh you know, ghosts werewolves angels, demons even a god now and then,” You smirked at him tweaking your eyebrow.
“No human could kill a god," Tom stated in his Loki voice.
“Ah well, you haven’t met Y/c/n” you casually said trying to keep your cool.
“So what's your question?” Tom asked.
“Who do you think would win a fight between Loki and Y/n"
" Loki definitely, yes” Tom smiled confidently.
“And why is that?” you tilted your head
“Well, he is far more superior than mere mortals, and plus I hear he looks great in chains,” he laughed.
After you asked your question and walked to the back, you all stood watching the end of the panel. One of the workers approached saying the Marvel cast would love you to come up on stage and do some photos, would that be okay?
“Of course,“ you all agreed
So the Marvel and supernatural cast stood together on stage taking various photos for the guests and with the guests.
You were with Tom. You thought it was because people were enjoying the interaction with you two.
After all the photos and questions Tom approached you and hugged you. " You know I think the god and the hunter should go for dinner.” he smiled.
Your breath caught in your throat for a few seconds and you tried to think of the perfect response.
“I think so too, I mean you what they say about holding your enemies close.” you smiled knowingly.
“Do you mean to keep your enemies closer? " He raised an eyebrow
“I know what I said.' you laughed
You and Tom had exchanged numbers and began dating shortly ever.
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lightleckrereins · 1 month ago
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I just submited the fixed version for review so errors ask roundup.
Everything except the microphone thing should be working. I need to figure out a way to make the mics work without adding 50 extra layers (but also most of the skirts would cover it anyway).
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The things that literally everyone caught from the start: the missing dark green boleyn sleeves and the issue with the silver boleyn skirt. I make all the art in paint tool sai and that has a really low layer limit, so I have about 30 files for the costumes alone. Original split was either by costume or by type of thing so I could copy things faster. Problem is that this round I had to split some of those because the layer count filled up and ended up missing one. Specifically the one with dark green boleyn sleeves and updated alt boleyn sleeves so all that is now sorted out. With the skirt I just reused the usual linework that matches the top line of the silver top waistband but not the bottom one so the tabs emded up being a little too high.
Silver cleves jackets were indeed missing and are now back, green color for the Lucy boleyn top is fixed too.
The underlayer issue is now fixed. The big dot in the top and bottom menus is the underwear. Just roll with it. Thats the best way to solve things atm. But I have a plan for underwear in the future so it stops showing under the leotard.
And now everyone say thank you @redladydeath who has basically been the unnoficial error finder since the start.
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With wigs and crowns. Everyone caught the spacebuns thing too. Someone (me) forgot those needed to split into two layers. Basically. The spacebuns can be split into three. Super far back in the early WE days, back but still on top, and super close to the front. So far I only had the back ones so this round adds the other two. Middle placement cheats by having the crown in front, and front is a new one (and new spacebuns) but some layering magic needs to happen for it to work properly.
And yes I forgot to split jasmine's hair so it appears in front of the crown. Thats fixed now. Same with a few of the ponytails/braids that had some colors messed up. Plus a layering error with the SK and darcy A hair and the Cassie C hair covering the ears.
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janitor-figure-a · 2 years ago
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Art's experimental recording session, the beautiful starbucks parking lot pictured
transcript under the cut
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Jack: i don’t like, godspeed
Art: yeah uh huh
Jack: fight for what is good and right, we will be looking out for you fifty percent of the time  and 50% of the time we’ll be trying to make you lives miserable in ways we haven’t worked out yet
Dre: mmhmm!
Art: yeah and I'll be doing that on a real microphone and not a phone in a starbucks parking lot
Dre: awwww
Ali: giggles
Jack: why are you in a starbucks parking lot
Austin (overlapping):  is Jess in the car with you? What's going on?
Art: no Jess had to go get Mable and Mable’s dog sitter lives where there's no cell service so she just dropped me in the parking lot and went to go get the dog
Austin: wait, are you in a car??
Art: no i'm just standing here
Austin: you're just outside…can you take a picture?
(overlapping) Mixed laughter
Jack: have you got your phone to your ear?
Art: no i'm wearing headphones, cos i was in the car 
Austin: can you take a photo of the most palisade thing you can find that isn't a palisade vehicle
Janine: can you go get a cakepop and then eat it
Ali: ooooooooooh
Art: uuuuuuuuum, i dont… no…
Austin: hey everybody welcome to friends at the table our new game this season is tell art things to do in the parking lot of a starbucks 
Dre: can you take a selfie and that's our new podcast cover art
Keith: it makes sense your outside because when you first joined the call you said is there any outside noises and i thought that meant you were driving and you didn't want like ambient car driving noises
Austin: (overlapping) right, same
Janine: don’t podcast while driving that's worse
Art: oh no i was in the car for most of the time we've been talking i've only been in this parking lot for about ten minutes?
Keith: no audio quality change!
Dre: so you got out of a car mid conversation??
Art: yeah and crossed the street i got let off on the other side
Dre: (overlapping) i never woulda known, you’re a professional
Austin (overlapping): that’s wild 
Ali: you crossed the street?!
Austin: yeah this is, this is wild
Art: cos there's a really long drive though line here that actually goes out of the parking lot and around the corner so we couldn't pull into the parking lot to drop me off 
Keith: we should figure out what game we can play where we’re all on our phone walkin around doing the…
Austin: we, i have that game already oh my god
Ali: i have that game
Austin: one day we will play that game. We have to. We have to do that.
Jack: is that the game BLEEP 
Austin: shuuush
Keith: oh oh that one that one
Art: bleep that! Bleep that!
Austin: bleep that cos they'll arrest us if we do it in an announced format
Ali: yes yes x many yeah yeah yeah x many
Art: I have posted in dog pound what I think is the best…
Jack: art has posted a picture of what looks like a southern californian parking lot
Keith: big spoiler! This is a spoiler for palisade
???: no it isn't
Much laughter
Sylvi: shut the fuck up
Austin: people can’t see the photo Keith!
Sylvi: (overlapping) they will
Austin: There was a car with a gigantic spoiler on the back of it. like the thing that is to a car not the truth darth vader's relationship status with other characters in the movie star wars
Art: I think you protected that one. I think that one was uhhh
Austin: yeah yeah yeah well uh well listen i was on a podcast the other day and someone forgot that darth vader had kids! So!
Jack: wait really
Austin: yeah sometimes you do a podcast and you forget thing, you know
Jack: oh yeah, oh yeah
Dre: thats fair
Sylvi: all the time
Art: but its a very important part of that character
Austin: uh! While we’re still in this little intro section we did briefly mention the cover art and using arts photo as the cover art. We will not be using that as our cover art because we have new cover art by aurahack who is an incredible artist that I have been friends with for years and years like six seven years now? Like since my giant bomb days. This is the first time we have gotten a new artist for the cover we, Craig has been great but Craig has been very busy, i believe in animation these days
Jack: amazing
Austin: we knew years ago that we would be, that there would be a moment when we said bye to Craig and Craig moved on to go do other stuff. Didn't go to move on to do other stuff, Craig is not. Let's be clear Craig has always been having other jobs. Craig does not sit around waiting for us 
Keith: Craig was the resident friends at the table artist we kept him in a starbucks parking lot and he’s been there for eight years
Austin: and now we’ve traded him for art! Art lives in the parking lot now! So its all fine
Dre (overlapping): this housing market i tell you what
Art: i'm not even in the parking lot! I'm in the car again!
Ali: GASP
Jack: how does he do that
Keith: is it the car with the spoiler?
Art: no… hi Mable hi!
Janine: is Mable there? yay! Mable!
Austin: aw Mable’s here!
Keith: aw Mable
Austin: hello Mable
Art: Mable everyone says hi
Janine: she doesn't know what that means or who she [uninteligable]
Jack: she’ll never speak
Austin: hi Mable! Anyway!
Keith: aw she’ll never speak…
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aroaceaunt · 2 years ago
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I have a recurring daydream where I’m a music superstar.
It’s a fantasy to get me through boredom, like when I’m driving.
This daydream has an arc, a story, and conflict. Why, yes, I am a writer. And it gets wild.
How did I become famous? I wrote over 1,000 songs over a few years. I recorded over half and produced maybe a hundred. Then the best 10 songs became a debut album. Almost the entire album made the radio. Won a bunch of Grammys. Because of course. The thought was making that many songs is going to make the best great. But that’s boring exposition.
The good stuff happens when I was set to play at the Grammys.
Like you do.
Before my song, I was playing a piano under the stage. Improving my heart out. Just going to town. It was being live streaming it on my website. Had a ton of people in the building more interested in what I was doing than what’s on stage.
Just because
Then I get the nod that I’m up next. 
I keep playing the piano as the stage opens up and I ascend. The improv seamlessly becomes a famous pop-culture piano song. [insert Elton John song, I guess. Which one? IDGAF]. Right before I’m to sing, a spotlight pops on and Elton John interrupts me to sing. I shoot him a dirty look, shrug, and keep playing.
What else can you do? It’s Elton John. (Yes, this was planned)
While he is singing, I walk to a guitar and microphone. When he’s done, I start playing another famous song from another artist. Which one? [insert song. Beyonce maybe? IDK] Right before I sing, another light pops on. She interrupts me and sings her song.
This happens a total of 5 times. 5 different artists from 5 different genres.
Each time I play up how “upset” I am. 
After the last one, I play a blistering guitar solo that improvs a medley from all 5 artists into one piece. It’s so good that all 5 artists’ jaws drop. 
Like you do.
Back stage, one of them says, “They didn’t play like that at rehearsal.”
Then I had an after party where I invited 100 of my biggest fans. It was a small theater that could hold 200 people. I lied and told people at the Grammys that I only had space for 50 people. 
You gotta make them think no one can get in!
Sneaky part, there was no VIP section. The best musicians and producers had to rub elbows with everyday folk.
I played for a long time, just having fun. 
This daydream isn’t done. This is part 1 of 3.
@one-time-i-dreamt Do daydreams count?
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undersmusic · 2 years ago
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FL Studio Install Plugins : How to Install a VST in FL Studio 21
FL Studio is a powerful and popular digital audio workstation (DAW) that allows users to create, edit, and produce music. One of the great features of FL Studio is its ability to add new plugins, also known as VSTs (Virtual Studio Technology). These plugins can provide additional functionality, such as new instrument sounds, effects, and tools for editing and arranging music. In this blog post, we will go over the steps for adding new plugins to FL Studio, so you can start using them in your productions.
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Step 1: Download the Plugin
The first step in adding a new plugin to FL Studio is to download it. There are many websites where you can find plugins, both free and paid. Some popular sites include KVR Audio, and Plugin Boutique. Once you have found a plugin that you want to use, download the file to your computer.
Step 2: Install the Plugin
Once the plugin is downloaded, it will need to be installed on your computer. This typically involves running the installer file and following the on-screen instructions. Make sure to install the plugin in a location that is easy to find, such as your "Program Files" folder.
Step 3: Add the Plugin to FL Studio
Once the plugin is installed, it's time to add it to FL Studio. To do this, open FL Studio and go to the "Options" menu. From there, select "File Settings" and then "VST plugins extra search folder." This will open a window where you can browse to the location where you installed the plugin. Select the folder, and FL Studio will now scan it for any new plugins.
Step 4: Use the Plugin
Once the plugin is added to FL Studio, it will be available for use in your projects. To use the plugin, you will need to add it to a track in the mixer. To do this, click on the "Add" button at the bottom of the mixer, and then select the plugin from the list of available options. Once the plugin is added to the track, you can use the controls and settings to customize the sound as desired.
Step 5: Organize and Backup
It is a good practice to organize your plugin in folders and also backup them so you can easily find them and use them whenever you want, even if you change your computer or need to reinstall FL Studio.
In conclusion, adding new plugins to FL Studio is a simple process that can greatly enhance your music production capabilities. By following these steps, you can easily download, install, and use new plugins in your FL Studio projects. With the vast variety of plugins available on the internet, the possibilities for creating unique and interesting sounds are endless. So, don't be afraid to experiment and try out new plugins to see what works best for you. Happy producing!
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travelingtheusa · 8 days ago
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MISSOURI
2024 Nov 9 (Sat) – It was rainy and cold all day so we stayed in.  At 4:30 p.m., we all met at the Titanic Museum for a tour.  They split us into two groups, each with a tour guide.  The guide we had was great!  He was young and enthusiastic and told great stories about the lives of the passengers, before and after the sinking.  We enjoyed the tour very much.
      After the museum, we went to dinner at Local Flavor.  The place was packed.  They told us it would be a 50-55 minute wait but it turned out to be only 25.  The food was good, especially the hand cut fried onion rings. 
2024 Nov 8 (Fri) – The caravan cooked hamburgers and chips for lunch today.  I was going to speak with the group but the microphone was locked up.  I will look for another occasion to address the group. 
      We all went to the Sight & Sound Theater tonight for the Miracle of Christmas show.  It was magnificent.  The size of the stage and the number of actors and animals was jaw dropping.  It was such a great show.
2024 Nov 7 (Thu) – We went to Pizza Ranch for lunch.  There was a quick stop at WalMart and then we went to a natural foods store for supplements.  The group went to Dolly Parton Stampede tonight.  While the show was nice, it did not have the patriotic flare that we’ve seen in previous shows.  It was focused on Christmas, which is nice, but not as good as the other.
2024 Nov 6 (Wed – Paul’s birthday) – We went into town for lunch at the Cakes N Creams Diner – a fifties diner.  It was very period with red and white tiles and red chairs with a counter and booths as well as tables.  We both had a cheeseburger and fries.  I had a malt and Paul had a cola.  It was good.  Then we stopped at WalMart to pick up a new rug and cat bed.  Sheba has had accidents on her cat bed.  Most laundromats won’t let you wash pet bedding so we bought her a new one.  So far, she likes it very much.
      We picked up a bunch of packages at the office.  We ordered several things from Amazon and had them sent here.  It’s always like Christmas when you get these packages.
      At 5:30 p.m. we went to the community room.  There are 57 people here on this caravan.  Normally, we don’t take more than 40 people on a caravan but this is a stay-in-place so there is no tail gunner.  Dave & Jackie, wagon masters, decided to include everyone who signed up as well as everyone on the waitlist.  This is quite a big crowd.  We had tacos for dinner.  Then Jackie went over the itinerary for the next ten days.  We will be seeing a lot of shows.
2024 Nov 5 (Tue) – We packed up and left at 9:40 a.m.  It was raining lightly as we packed up and along the first part of the trip.  We arrived at America’s Best Campground in Branson at 1:00 p.m.  This is a nice campground.  Lots of trees yet spacious.  Our site has FHU with a concrete pad.  There is a pool on site although it is closed for the season. 
      After set-up, we headed out to Top of the Rock, Ozarks Heritage Preserve.  What a place!  It was very Disneyesque.  The buildings were constructed of rock.  The landscape was made up of table rock – layers of flat rock stacked one on top of another.  We took a golf cart drive along a 2-1/2 mile trail through the woods, through a cave and under the roadway.  There were Christmas decorations and lights all along the path.  Their nighttime show begins this weekend.  When we finished our delightful ride, we went back in and made a reservation for Sunday night.
      Next up was a tour of their museum.  It has the largest collection of Native American artifacts in the world.   The museum was huge!  We wandered through room after room for what seemed like hours.  It got to a point that we wanted to get out but couldn’t find the exit.  We finally did make our way out. 
      There was a beautiful chapel on the grounds that we went to look at as well.  It was made out of the rock that everything else has been built out of.  The wall overlooking the valley was made entirely out of glass, giving a spectacular view of the Ozarks.  We then went into the main building to the Big Cedar Lodge for dinner.   We enjoyed a meal as the sun set in the distance.  It was expensive but we enjoyed the day thoroughly. 
2024 Nov 4 (Mon) – It rained off and on all day, sometimes pretty heavily.  We went to the Katy Depot Railroad Heritage Site.  It was a former railroad depot turned museum.  There was a lot of reading.  Storyboards told the history of the town and the railroad.  The Kansas-Texas Railroad came through the town for seven years.  The line was dubbed the Katy trail.  Even though the railroad closed and the tracks have been removed, the Katy Trail remains and many people bike and hike on it.
      We stopped at Great Clips so I could get a haircut, had lunch at Fitters 5th Ave Pub, picked up groceries at WalMart, and got a prescription filled at CVS.  
2024 Nov 3 (Sun) – We drove out to meet our friend, Donny, in front of the county courthouse.  He took us on a ride all around the town, pointing out areas of interest.  The historic district was beautiful.  It was rich with many old and well-kept buildings.  We stopped by the railroad depot and the Bothwell Lodge but both were closed.  Donny dropped us off at our truck and we all drove to El Tapatio for lunch.  He had ice tea and we had a meal with margaritas. 
      After we said goodbye, we drove onto the fairgrounds to look around.  They have a large number of permanent buildings on site.  We happened to spot a gun and craft show so we went in.  There were SO many guns – pistols, rifles, shotguns, tazers, crossbows, even slingshots!  We bought some RV toys for Hudson and Noah for Christmas.
2024 Nov 2 (Sat) – We packed up and left Omaha, AR, at 10 a.m.  The drive was easy on state highway 65 all the way.  There weren’t any big towns so we had to pull on the side of the road in front of a closed business to have lunch. 
      We arrived at the Missouri State Fairgrounds in Sedalia around 1:30 p.m.  The campground is completely empty.  We are all alone here.  There was no office to check in with.  We chose a spot and set up.  Later, a security guard arrived to collect our fee for three nights. 
      I contacted our friend, Donny.  We used to be friends in high school.  Then Paul & I got married and he joined the Navy.  We haven’t seen one another for more than 50 years.  It will be an interesting reunion tomorrow.
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9/21-PCW Extreme Political TV
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Political Championship Wrestling Extreme Political TV PCW Arena Washington, DC Saturday September 21st, 2024
Announcers: ‘The Voice of PCW’ Johnny Suave AGE: 50 / HT: 5’ 11” WT: 195 HOME: Philadelphia, PA HAIR: Brown / STYLE: Like Ronnie Dunn / FACE: Goatee DRESS: Brown suit without tie
Colleen Crowder ‘Low Level New York Times Reporter Trying to Make a Name for Herself’ AGE: 38 / HT: 5’ 5” WT: 142 HOME: New York City, NY HAIR: Black / STYLE: Curly / FACE: Narrow face with rounded jaw, turned-up nose, faint freckles, and thin lips. Bulging blue eyes, thin eyebrows. DRESS: Black pants suit
PCW Champion: Charlie Blackwell (American Heartland (Since 2/10/2024) PCW Women’s Champion: TBD PCW World Television Champion: Starz N. Stripes and ‘The One-Man Anti-Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism (Since 3/3/2024)
Opening The energy in the PCW Arena is palpable, crackling with anticipation and excitement as fans chant “PCW! PCW! PCW!” The scent of hot dogs and popcorn lingers in the air as people clamor for their seats. In the center of the ring stands ‘The Voice of PCW’ Johnny Suave, adjusting his perfectly knotted tie with a smug smirk on his face. Beside him, Colleen Crowder of the New York Times fidgets nervously, her eyes scanning the packed arena as if she was searching for an escape route.
Suave lifts the microphone to his lips, his voice booming through the speakers.
Johnny Suave: Welcome, welcome to PCW’s Extreme Political TV!
The crowd erupts into cheers, their enthusiasm amplified by the deafening music and flashing lights.
Johnny Suave: Tonight, we are here to crown a new champion!
Suave gestures towards the large video screen, illuminating the dimly lit arena. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as they await the reveal of the contenders for tonight’s Women’s title match.
Johnny Suave: These four women will lay it all on the line for a chance at glory and the PCW Women’s Title.
As he introduces each wrestler, their faces will flash across the screen, accompanied by their respective theme songs. The audience will erupt in cheers and chants for their favorites, creating a deafening roar that echoes throughout the arena.
Johnny Suave: Representing the American Patriots, the Colorado sharpshooter herself, Laura Brobert!
Colleen rolls her eyes, muttering something under her breath. Ignoring her, Suave continues.
Johnny Suave: From the Progressive Alliance, Kathryn Randall Collins!
Colleen Crowder: The favorite to win the match, Johnny.
Johnny Suave: From the American Heartland Coalition, the agile powerhouse, Sarah Mae Smith!
Suave knows he’s saved the best for last. He pauses, taking in the excitement and adrenaline pulsing through his body.
Johnny Suave: And now, making her PCW debut tonight… the rookie sensation from Iowa… Catherine Cline!
The crowd goes wild as Cline’s name is announced, unable to contain their excitement for this new face in the ring. But Colleen is less than impressed. She snatches the microphone from Suave, her voice dripping with disdain.
Colleen Crowder: Now hold on just a minute. Cline may be a promising talent, but she needs to wait her turn. Seniority matters in this business and that means Kathryn Randall Collins will win the title tonight.
A ripple of tension spreads through the room as Colleen challenges Cline’s right to compete. But Cline stands tall and confident, ready to prove herself against these seasoned opponents.
Suave snatches the mic back, his eyes narrowing.
Johnny Suave: I respectfully disagree, Colleen. Catherine Cline is the real deal. She could very well walk away with the PCW Women’s title tonight!
Colleen Crowder: That’s not the narrative we’re pushing, Johnny. Catherine Cline needs to wait her turn.
Colleen’s little hiss is loud enough for the mic to pick up.
Colleen Crowder: Kathryn Randall Collins’ seniority should be the deciding factor here.
Johnny Suave: Really?
Suave turns to the crowd, spreading his arms wide.
Johnny Suave: What do you think, PCW Universe? Does Catherine Cline deserve her shot?
The resounding “YES!” that echoes through the arena is all the answer he needs. Suave locks eyes with Colleen, a challenge in his gaze.
Colleen Crowder: This isn’t about the people, Johnny.
Johnny Suave: True.  That’s why the Progressive Alliance’s Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was whining that the Teamsters didn’t endorse Kamala Harris for PCW CEO… of course, nearly 60% of the Teamster rank and file support Donald Trump.  It’s definitely not about the people.
Crowder sputters into the microphone before she finally responds.
Colleen Crowder: Kathryn Randall Collins will win tonight.
Former CEO Donald Trump News Suave takes a deep breath, his expression turning serious.
Johnny Suave: All right folks, let’s turn some breaking news to address. There’s been a revelation about a second assassination attempt on former PCW CEO Donald Trump.
Colleen jumps in, her voice sharp.
Colleen Crowder: It’s all Trump’s fault! His incendiary rhetoric is to blame!
Johnny Suave: That’s your narrative?  Really?  What about all the inflammatory rhetoric the Progressive Alliance has been throwing at Trump and J.D. Vance?
Colleen Crowder: That’s not rhetoric, Johnny.  That’s facts.
Suave feels his jaw clench. Always quick to point fingers, that one. He forces a neutral tone.
Colleen Crowder: Let’s go to the video screen and let the viewers hear people who matter and let them decide.
The PCW Arena was hushed as the massive screen flickered to life: -Hillary Clinton’s stern face appeared, her words ringing out with conviction: “Trump is a dangerous person.”
The montage continued, each person’s face and words adding to the weight of the statement. -Kamala Harris stood strong, her voice clear and unwavering. -Tim Walz’s weary eyes reflected the gravity of the situation. -Whoopi Goldberg’s passion ignited the crowd while Joy Behar’s sharp tongue added a hint of humor. -Sunny Hostin’s serious tone captured everyone’s attention.
Colleen Crowder: See?  What did I tell you?
Johnny Suave: Wow.  Glass houses.  Pot… kettle… black… Trump Derangement Syndrome- oh wait.  I have something for that.
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The crowd (everyone except those in the blue seats and a few neo-Cons in the red seats) stand up and cheer.
The other members of the Guild of Low Level Media People Trying to Make a Name for Themselves… Sharon Johns-CNN, Kelly Davidson-ABC, Hallie Reed-MSNBC, and Doug Miles-Washington Post… come out to support Colleen Crowder.
Chris Cantwell Commentary But Chris Cantwell… he of the Two-Sentence Commentary- because two sentences is all you need to get your point across… appears on the video screen for another two-sentence commentary.
Chris Cantwell: After the debate last week, what does ABC News has in common with CNN, MSNBC, Washington Post, and the New York Times?  They are all no longer credible, independent sources of news.
Cue the firestorm as all five members of the Guild erupted.  They were quickly cut off…
Rachel Vindman Segment …as we see the Progressive Alliance’s Rachel Vindman already in the ring. Her husband Alexander Vindman is running for office as a member of the Progressive Alliance.
Rachel smirks, her eyes scanning the lively crowd before addressing them with a sly tone with her take on the Trump assassination attempt.
Rachel Vindman: No need for concern, folks. No ears were injured. Carry on with your show.”
The arena fills with a chorus of boos, drowning out the cheers from the small section decked out in blue representing Rachel’s team. Her smirk only grows wider at the reaction.
Rachel Vindman: Oh, are you triggered? My apologies… actually, not really. I couldn’t care less.
Suddenly, a familiar entrance song blasts through the speakers. Suave’s stomach drops as he realizes this will not end well.
Johnny Suave: WAIT!
Colleen is beside herself.
Colleen Crowder: What is HE doing here?!
Johnny Suave: IT’S ‘THE EXTREME EQUALIZER’ WHISKEY TANGO FOXTROT!
‘The Extreme Equalizer’ Whiskey Tango Foxtrot charges down the ramp towards the ring.
Colleen Crowder: This is outrageous!
WTF storms down the ramp towards Rachel.
Colleen Crowder: HE CAN’T DO THAT!
Vindman attempts to flee but is swiftly caught by WTF.
Colleen Crowder: NOOOOO!
Dawn McGill’s voice: HOLD ON A SECOND!
The crowd pops as McGill walks across the stage and makes her way down to the ring.
Johnny Suave: IT’S PCW OWNER DAWN McGILL!
Dawn climbs through the ropes and takes up a position standing between WTF and Vindman.
Dawn McGill: WTF, I’m afraid I can’t let you do this.
Colleen is shocked.
Dawn McGill: The optics… just wouldn’t look good.
Colleen Crowder: Wow, I never thought I’d see the day where I agree with Dawn McGill.
Johnny Suave: Neither did I.
Dawn McGill: So… I’ll take care of it.
Colleen Crowder: WHAT!
She grabs Rachel by the waist and lifts her high into the air before slamming her down onto a nearby table with a powerful powerbomb. The crowd erupts into an uproar of cheers (and some jeers).
Crowd: PCW!… PCW!… PCW!…
Colleen screams hysterically into her microphone.
But then…
Chris Cuomo Promo The video screen flickered to life, revealing the handsome face of Chris Cuomo. Johnny Suave leaned forward in his chair, his eyes fixed on the former CNN host’s expression.
Chris Cuomo: When I heard what happened, I didn’t know what to say. I kept going through drafts and I just wasn’t getting anywhere… it wasn’t even landing right with me so I called former PCW CEO Trump and I didn’t ask him any questions… I didn’t go after him about his role… I just wanted to know how his family’s taken this. Because I grew up like that I grew up worried about who was going to try to hurt my father and you can think what you want about Trump… he does not have many more full-throated critics of what he says and does than me… okay.
Cuomo’s words were like a punch to the gut. The entire arena fell silent as he spoke.
Chris Cuomo: We need to pay attention here, folks. Politicians and the media are trying to downplay this, just like they did with the first attempt on Trump’s life.
Suave’s mind raced as he processed what was happening. He glanced over at Colleen Crowder, who was practically frothing at the mouth.
Cuomo continued, his tone softening.
Chris Cuomo: I actually gave Trump a call today. Not as a journalist, but as a human being. I wanted to check on how he and his family were handling this situation.
The crowd erupted into a mix of cheers and boos. Suave could feel the energy shifting in the arena, like a wrestler sensing an opening for a major move.
Cuomo’s gaze was intense as he spoke his next words.
Chris Cuomo: And I know you can roll your eyes and say ‘oh yeah’ he asked for it… listen. That’s your choice and I think it’s a wrong choice, okay.  And I got to tell you that I don’t know how he stays in the race.  I don’t know how he got up after being shot in the head and you people who mitigate that… you need to check yourself.  I’m ashamed of how we’re reacting to these threats. We need to stop judging and start looking within ourselves.
Suave nodded in approval, impressed by Cuomo’s unexpected promo. He couldn’t help but wonder if this would lead to a new storyline, perhaps even a redemption arc for the media.
Chris Cuomo: Trump has wasted so many chances.
Cuomo’s tone was both critical and hopeful.
Chris Cuomo: And who better than him to say ‘we can do better,’ ‘I can do better’?
As the video concluded, Suave turned back to the camera with a grin on his face.
Johnny Suave: Or maybe we all can do better. Well folks, it looks like Chris Cuomo is calling for change in our political wrestling game. What do you think, Colleen?
Colleen sputtered into the microphone.  Actually, she slams down the microphone and stalks off to the back.
Johnny Suave: That’s what I thought.
And PCW moved on.
Outside the Arena the night air crackled with tension. Harriet Hageman, the sharp-tongued representative of the American Patriots, stood like a sentinel, her eyes scanning the crowd. Suddenly, a flash of hot pink caught her attention.
Codee Pink… part of Professor McCarthy’s Flock… walked up to Hageman, microphone in hand.
Codee Pink: Representative Hageman! What’s your take on the recent Israeli attack on Hamas?
Hageman’s lips curled into a smirk. She leaned in close, her voice low and dangerous.
Harriet Hageman: Say, Codee, is that a pager on your hip?
Codee’s eyes widened in confusion.
Codee Pink: A pager? What are you-
But Hageman was already walking away, her laughter echoing in the night air.
Codee glanced down, her face paling as she spotted the small device clipped to her belt.
Codee Pink: Oh, shi-
With a frantic yelp, she yanked it off, flinging it into a nearby trash can. The explosion that followed was small but spectacular, sending pink confetti into the air.  Codee shrieked at Hageman’s retreating form, her face as pink as her outfit.
Codee Pink: That’s not funny!
Attorneys at Law Felcher and Felcher Commercial The television screen flickered to life, revealing a chaotic scene of a peaceful suburban neighborhood being torn apart by a man slipping on not one, but two banana peels. The poor victim flailed wildly as he fell, his expensive designer suit ripped to shreds and his once-perfect hair now matted with dirt and debris.
Suddenly, the words “Felcher and Felcher – Your Legal Saviors!” blazed across the screen in garish neon colors, like a carnival gone wrong. A booming voice filled the room, dripping with fake empathy and concern.
Announcer Guy: “Have you or a loved one been the victim of slippery produce?”
The announcer’s voice was laced with faux sympathy.
Announcer Guy: “Don’t just fume in frustration, take legal action!”
In strutted the notorious duo of Felcher and Felcher, sporting even sharper suits that seemed to emit an aura of power and greed. Each brandished a comically oversized gavel, wielding it like a weapon as they marched through their outrageously lavish office.
M. Felcher: “Here at Felcher and Felcher….
M. Felcher sat smugly behind his mahogany desk with a majestic view of the city skyline.
M. Felcher: “…we are attorneys for all the people and believe in justice for all. No matter how trivial or ridiculous your complaint may seem, we will find someone to blame and make them pay!”
R. Felcher: “Did your neighbor’s cat cough up a hairball on your lawn?”
The other Felcher, his perfectly groomed eyebrows raised in mock outrage as he stood next to his really expensive private jet.
R. Felcher: “That’s property damage and someone should pay! Cha-ching!”
M. Felcher: “Accidentally bumped into someone on the sidewalk?”
M. Felcher’s smirk seemed almost sinister as he lounged in his luxury penthouse suite.
M. Felcher: “Clearly their fault for not wearing proper padding!”
M. and R. Felcher: “Call us now!”
They exclaimed in unison, pointing directly at the camera from their exclusive VIP seats at a sold-out concert.
M. and R. Felcher: “And we’ll fight tooth and nail to shift the blame onto anyone but you!”
A catchy jingle blared, a twisted parody of patriotism disguised as a commercial jingle:
“Felcher and Felcher – because when life gives you lemons, someone else should pay for your lemonade!”
The obligatory fast-talking disclaimer at the end rushed by, barely audible over the obnoxious roar of their private yacht’s engines:
Fast-Talking Disclaimer Guy: “We prefer clients filing legal action against large corporations and big insurance companies with deep pockets!”
MAIN EVENT-PCW WOMEN’S TITLE: Laura Brobert (American Patriots) vs. Kathryn Randall Collins (Progressive Alliance) vs. ‘American Girl’ Sarah Mae Smith vs. Catherine Cline (Independent) The deafening roar of the crowd shook the arena as they eagerly awaited the main event – a four-way battle to crown the first-ever PCW Women’s Champion. Catherine Cline, a rising star in the political wrestling world, stood backstage, her heart racing with nervous excitement.
As the ring announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, introducing each fierce competitor, Cline couldn’t help but feel a surge of determination. This was her chance to prove herself against the established political powerhouses of PCW.
Ring Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our main event! A four-way battle to crown the first-ever PCW Women’s Champion!
The announcer’s words were met by a cacophony of chants and boos from the riled-up audience.
Ring Announcer: Introducing first, representing the American Patriots, the Colorado Sharpshooter – Laura Brobert!
Brobert strutted to the ring, mimicking firing a rifle at the jeering crowd in the blue seats.
Ring Announcer: From the Progressive Alliance, the ultimate political operative – Kathryn Randall Collins!
KRC slid into the ring with a smug grin, waving a Progressive Alliance flag.
Ring Announcer: Representing the American Heartland Coalition, the agile powerhouse – Sarah Mae Smith!
Smith cartwheeled down the ramp, blowing kisses to her adoring fans.
Ring Announcer: And finally, the surprise entrant, the rookie sensation from Iowa – Catherine Cline!
The crowd erupted as Cline emerged, her mind racing with adrenaline and determination. She knew this was her moment – her chance to shine in front of thousands of passionate fans. Cline took a deep breath as she stepped out onto the entrance ramp, ready to face her opponents. As she made her way towards the ring, she could feel the intensity in the air. Each of her competitors oozed confidence and charisma, their entrances designed to intimidate and impress.
Johnny Suave: All right, four women. One of them leaves as the new PCW Women’s Champion.
Colleen Crowder: You mean, Kathryn Randall Collins will leave as the champion.
Johnny Suave: Whatever.
The bell rang and chaos ensued as each woman fought fiercely for the coveted title. Cline locked eyes with Brobert, their ideological differences fueling the fire as they traded blows. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Smith and KRC spill to the floor, their brawl intensifying.
Johnny Suave: Look at this, Colleen! It’s a political powder keg in that ring!
Crowder scoffed beside him.
Colleen Crowder: Please, Johnny. We all know seniority should determine the winner here.
Cline managed to toss Brobert out of the ring, earning cheers from the crowd. Without hesitation, she ascended to the top rope, determined to make a statement. Cline launched herself into a Senton onto Brobert. The impact rattled her bones, but she pushed through the pain, focused on emerging victorious. As she struggled to her feet, she heard gasps from the audience. Brobert had scaled the arena railing, preparing for a high-flying move.
Johnny Suave: “QUEBRADA!
Suave’s voice boomed as Brobert soared through the air, crashing onto Smith below.
Cline could feel her heart pounding in her chest as she watched the chaos unfold before her. This was only the beginning – there was still so much left in this chaotic battle for the PCW Women’s Championship.
The arena erupted into chaos as the match reached its climax. Steel chairs clanged against each other as wrestlers launched themselves at their opponents, desperate for a win.
Amidst the bedlam, Cline found herself locked in a vicious battle with KRC in the corner of the ring. She lunged forward, but KRC was too quick, dodging her attack and sending her crashing into the unyielding steel post.
Pain seared through Cline’s body as she collapsed onto the mat, stars exploding in her vision. Through the hazy blur, she saw KRC take advantage of the opportunity to pin Brobert, eliminating him from the match.
Johnny Suave: And Brobert is out!
Groaning, Cline struggled to get back on her feet and came face to face with KRC. They locked eyes, both determined to emerge victorious.
Cline stumbled, her vision hazy from the blow to her head. She grabbed onto Smith and flung her across the ring, but before she could make another move, KRC blindsided her with a steel chair. The crowd erupted in boos as KRC smirked, reveling in her ruthless tactics.
Johnny Suave: Oh, the viciousness of KRC! She’s always looking for an advantage.
Colleen Crowder: Kathryn Randall Collins knows how to play the political game, Johnny.
Cline managed to push herself up and tackled KRC, driving her shoulder into her midsection and pushing her into the ropes. But KRC was too experienced and countered with a quick reversal, leaving Cline frustrated. Meanwhile, Smith had recovered from the earlier chair shot and attempted a back suplex on KRC. But once again, the veteran politician evaded the attack with ease.
Colleen Crowder: See?  Seniority matters. Experience matters. It’s like she’s got a political shield!
In a swift motion, KRC pulled out a kendo stick and lashed it against Cline’s back, causing her to cry out in pain. Before she could recover, KRC turned her attention to Smith and unleashed a barrage of brutal strikes.
Johnny Suave: KRC is using that kendo stick like it’s a weaponized bill!
Smith tried to fight back, but ultimately succumbed to KRC’s submission hold – “The Political Personal Destruction.” With no other choice, she reluctantly tapped out.
Johnny Suave: Sarah Mae Smith submits and that leaves Catherine Cline and KRC as the final contenders for the championship belt.
Colleen Crowder: Catherine Cline isn’t ready for this.  This isn’t wrestling in an Iowa cornfield.  This is Washington D.C…. the big leagues.
As Cline struggled to get back on her feet, she locked eyes with KRC, both women knowing that this was their last chance at glory. The tension between them was evident as they prepared for their final showdown.
Johnny Suave: Here we go!
KRC grabs a chair from ringside and rolls back into the ring. The unforgiving steel chair slams into Catherine Cline’s back with a resounding thud, causing her to crumple onto the mat. A wicked grin spreads across the face of her opponent, Kathryn Randall Collins, as she towers over Cline and taunts her.
Kathryn Randall Collins: That’s how we do things in D.C., sweetheart.
KRC sneers at the rookie while yanking at a clump of Cline’s hair.
Johnny Suave: KRC just delivered a bone-crushing chair shot! Will this be the end for the rising star?
Cline fights through the dizziness and pain, refusing to let herself be defeated. Her determination only fuels KRC’s cruelty as she tightens her grip on Cline’s head in a vicious headlock.
Colleen Crowder: Yes.
But Cline refuses to stay down. Summoning every ounce of strength left in her body, she breaks free from KRC’s grasp and lands an uppercut right on KRC’s jaw.
Johnny Suave: NO!
The crowd pops.
Colleen Crowder: WHAT?
Johnny Suave: Unbelievable! Catherine Cline is fighting back!
As the crowd roars in support, Cline climbs onto the turnbuckle, preparing for a high-risk move. But KRC quickly regains her composure and trips up Cline, causing her to lose her balance and teeter dangerously close to falling.
Colleen Crowder: Be careful, Catherine! You wouldn’t want to hurt yourself attempting moves beyond your skill level.
Determined not to give up, Cline spots a ladder at ringside and drags it into the ring, much to the excitement of the audience. She sets it up in position and begins climbing.
Johnny Suave: What is Cline planning here?
Ignoring the throbbing pain in her back from the earlier chair shot, Cline reaches the top of the ladder. Meanwhile, KRC struggles to her feet, still dazed from the uppercut. With a deep breath, Cline launches herself through the air with incredible speed and power, crashing into KRC with an earth-shattering impact.
Both women lie motionless on the mat as the referee begins a count. Through the ringing in her ears, Cline can hear Crowder’s voice once again:
Colleen Crowder: This reckless behavior is exactly why up-and-comers like Cline have no business being in the title picture!
Gritting her teeth, Cline crawls towards KRC, determined to deliver one final move and secure her victory. With a grunt, Cline heaves KRC’s unconscious body to the base of the ladder. Her arms tremble from exertion as she begins to climb once more.
She reaches the top and looks down.
Johnny Suave: Catherine Cline is at the top of the ladder.  If she hits this, she will become the new PCW Women’s Champion.
Colleen Crowder: NO!  SOMEONE STOP HER!
Cline leaps and hits the Super Swanton Bomb with precision and power. The impact reverberates through the ring as Cline lands squarely on KRC’s midsection.
Johnny Suave: SHE GOT IT!
Colleen Crowder: NOOOOOOOO!
The referee’s hand slaps the mat. One… Two… Three!
The crowd erupts in cheers and applause.
Johnny Suave: She’s done it! Catherine Cline is the new PCW Women’s Champion!
As Cline struggles to catch her breath, her adrenaline pumping, she clutches the championship title that is placed in her hands. In that moment, all of her hard work and determination has paid off.
But not everyone is happy with this turn of events. The announcer Crowder sputters in disbelief.
Colleen Crowder: This is a travesty! This upstart stole the championship from a true political operative!
Johnny Suave: With seniority.
Colleen Crowder: With seniority!
The referee hands Cline the PCW Women’s title belt.  She drops to her knees beside KRC on the mat. She locks eyes with her former opponent, now defeated… as the show comes to an end.
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Kamala Harris And Oprah Winfrey’s Delusional Campaign Telethon
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I’ve never understood the appeal of Oprah Winfrey. She’s always struck me as a giant fraud, the kind of person who will smile and hug when the cameras are on but an absolute oblivious nightmare when the public is not looking. Note that I didn’t say mean; I don’t know if she’s mean, but she sure as hell seems to have zero self-awareness regarding her surroundings. 
That’s how she could do a show, back when she did shows, about her “favorite things,” and it’d be full of things you’d have to mortgage your house to afford. Sure, it’s great that she could be the world’s most expensive whatever it is, but she seemed to notice no one, not her, could too.
It’s the ultimate “Let them eat cake” mentality. 
Kamala Harris, on the other hand, is just the opposite. From all reports, she is an absolute nightmare to work for. As Vice President, her staff had more turnover than a Suzuki Samurai.
Oprah actually grew up poor, and Kamala grew up really well-off, no matter how many times she tried to claim she was “middle-class.” Do you know anyone whose family struggled with two parents who had Ph.D.s? Even after they divorced, high pay and job security were there waiting for both of them. Why she claims to have grown up in Oakland when she grew up in Berkeley and Montreal is a testament to her feeling the need to hide her privilege from Democratic Party voters. It’s why she claims to have worked at a McDonald's, when no single human being has ever claimed to remember her there or has any proof that it has ever happened. 
When your boss is Joe Biden, you learn that you can lie about your biography with impunity because even when you’re caught, no one bothers reporting on it.
One thing Kamala Harris and Oprah Winfrey have in common is they are so insulated from the real world and even distant memories of when they weren’t part of the wealthy elite that they can’t be related to normal people. It’s probably been 50 or more years since Oprah has had to shower from work rather than for it. Unless you count how Kamala got her first political job from Willie Brown, she likely never has had to. 
So, when the two of them got together to “help” Kamala’s presidential campaign, it made perfect sense that it would be a completely out-of-touch trainwreck.
A friend who works in crisis management once told me about the time a client, a long-dead singer who was in the midst of a career-destroying crisis, and an old, very famous actor (also now dead) decided they would address the singer’s scandal by doing a live television interview with each other. While it would have been an all-time spectacular mess, especially if you knew the names, the crisis management firm talked them out of it over several hours. It was the best money either of them had ever spent.
There was no firm to talk Kamala and Oprah out of what they did.
It was a 90-minute joke of a campaign event, filled with filthy rich celebrities and screened audience members (who were all donors, by the way) pretending they weren’t rehearsed. You could tell if it was fake by how the studio audience chosen to recite questions were wearing microphones that were run up under shirts, not handheld mics someone had randomly chosen would be given. 
When not tossing word salads and not answering basic questions about things as simple as how she plans on bringing down costs she helped raise, the multimillionaire and the multibillionaire spent a lot of time talking to Hollywood celebrities. The collective net worth of Julia Roberts, Ben Stiller, Jennifer Lopez, Bryan Cranston, Chris Rock, Meryl Streep, and the rest likely rival Oprah’s. Kamala Harris interacts more with them than she does with the audience.
Why? Because she and Oprah think they can “celebrity” her way into office. Barack Obama did it; why not Kamala? 
However, Obama, while he was a “celebrity candidate,” also spoke about policies. He lied about them – if you like your doctor, you can keep your doctor, anyone? – but he at least offered them up. Kamala couldn’t give you a straight answer if you asked her what time it was; instead, she would lecture you about time zones and even conduct a brain-damaged exploration of the concept of time while mispronouncing basic words. 
The Vice President has no idea how to communicate with real people because she hasn’t had to in decades. To win an election in California, you have to suck up to the wealthy donor class. Do that, and you’re most of the way to winning the Democratic Party’s nomination. Land that, and you’re in. You’ll run against another Democrat, usually, but if you can’t out-box-check them on the left-wing victimhood food pyramid, you’re as good as elected. 
President is different – you have to appeal to real people, normal people. Kamala has never had to before and she has no idea how to do it. Oprah thinks she does because she’s been made rich by preaching to people on television. But just like the church Oprah belonged to for decades, then claimed to have not noticed the casual racism of (she was a member of Jeremiah Wright’s church with Barack and Michelle Obama, who also missed all the racism), the world she inhabits is unrelatable to most people. And thank God for that.
Weirdly, even though he’s been rich his whole life, Donald Trump actually can relate to normal people. The poll of Teamsters members shows just how connect they feel to him. There is no such corollary for Harris. The closest would be empty-nested, wealthy, white suburban women who have nothing to do all day except sip chardonnay and convince themselves they know best how everyone else should live. You know, Oprah’s old viewers.
Those two celebrities I referenced trying to hold a televised interview to save one of their careers had people they paid to tell them “no” when needed. Oprah Winfrey and Kamala Harris have no such people around them. And it showed in that “town hall.”
But what it really showed was how out-of-touch with normal people Kamala Harris truly is and how disinterested in even talking with them she is when Julia Roberts is available. 
Life is about priorities, and you will learn everything you need to know about someone by watching what they do when they think they’re in safe company, which Harris even was. For that reason, I am grateful for Oprah Winfrey—but only for today.
Derek Hunter is the host of a free daily podcast (subscribe!) and author of the book Outrage, INC., which exposes how liberals use fear and hatred to manipulate the masses, and host of the weekly “Week in F*cking Review” podcast where the news is spoken about the way it deserves to be. Follow him on Twitter at @DerekAHunter.
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Fiddlin' Doc Roberts, James Roberts, & Asa Martin-Charleston No. 1
Recorded on Friday, February 3, 1933 in New York, New York for A.R.C. Records.
Fiddlin' Doc Roberts was born near Richmond, Kentucky on April 26, 1897 and named Dock Phil Roberts in honor of a certain Doc Phillips who assisted at the birthing. Little Dock appears to have learned to fiddle on his own by emulating his big brother Liebert. His first public role model was a fiddling African-American bandleader named Owen Walker who worked out of Richmond.While participating in a fiddling tournament in Winchester, Roberts hooked up with guitarist and fiddler Edgar Boaz of Paris, Kentucky. The duo took to performing at schools and theaters, and in early 1925, traveled north to Cincinnati to audition for a Gennett field recording unit which was stationed there at that time. After playing "My Baby Loves Shortenin' Bread" they were invited to visit Gennett's main facility in Richmond, 
Indiana and did so in October and November of 1925 and again in October of 1926. During these excursions, the duo provided accompaniments for vocalist Welby Toomey. In 1927, after Boaz decided to relocate, Doc Roberts then teamed up with mandolinist Ted Chesnut and guitarist Dick Parman to make records for Paramount under the name The Kentucky Thorobreds.
On August 26 and 27, 1927 Doc Roberts had his first opportunity to record with an electrically powered microphone, now in the company of African-American guitarists John and Joe Booker, going by the name Taylor's Kentucky Boys. The intermingling of black and white musicians was still fairly uncommon in recording studios at that time, but is indicative of the shared musical traditions of country, blues and folk music that flourished in Kentucky (and elsewhere) during the early 20th century.
Doc Roberts met guitarist Asa Martin at a fiddling contest in Winchester and struck up a working relationship that would result in what are now regarded as Roberts' best recorded works. Most intriguing are a series of blues records they cut during the early ‘30s. Martin sang a little, blew harmonica, and even emitted square dance calls on a few of their records. Roberts also performed with his son, guitarist James, fiddler Oney Muse, and Lexington guitarist and vocalist Arthur Rose.
Doc Roberts was also a capable mandolinist, and used the instrument on at least five different records made over the course of six years beginning in 1928. His final Gennett recording date took place in August, 1934. Although James Roberts and Asa Martin would continue to play professionally, Doc withdrew from public performance. James recorded his father at home during the '50s and some of this material was released in 1981 on Visits, a compilation produced by Ray Alden. Late in life, Doc Roberts did emerge from retirement to perform at Berea College in southernmost Madison County. His final appearance there was in July, 1971, in the company of his son and Asa Martin. Doc Roberts passed away in 1978, and Asa died the following year.
Even though he spent much of his life farming and performed mainly on weekends, Kentucky long bow legend Fiddlin' Doc Roberts was a very influential country musician who, during the years 1925-1934, cut about 70 sides under his own name, most of which were reissued by Document.
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..." In these situations, the job is to try to soothe the hurt and disappointment of voters who opposed you in order to bring their followers to your side as you go through the process. Trump actually tried to do that, prompting the usual round of "he's pivoting!" from the talking heads. But, as usual, that little burst of decency was short-lived. Last night in New Hampshire, he gave one of the most boorish victory speeches anyone has ever given.
He is obviously extremely angry at Nikki Haley for not losing bigger, dropping out of the race instantly and begging for the privilege of endorsing him for president. And he made no bones about it. Apparently, he believes that it's even inappropriate for her to appear before her supporters and pledge to continue the race, even though that's what candidates always do: He is obviously extremely angry at Nikki Haley for not losing bigger, dropping out of the race instantly and begging for the privilege of endorsing him for president. And he made no bones about it. Apparently, he believes that it's even inappropriate for her to appear before her supporters and pledge to continue the race, even though that's what candidates always do:
Then he seemed to threaten her, making the robotic sycophants standing behind him laugh like a pack of hyenas as he cast out crude innuendo, weirdly claiming that if she won she would end up under investigation for "little stuff she doesn't want to talk about."
He even attacked her clothing.
The real low point was when he made Senator Tim Scott humiliate himself and figuratively lick his boots on stage by pointing out that he was the senator from Haley's home state and she had appointed him, making it clear that Scott stabbed his former benefactor in the back for Trump's benefit.
"You must really hate her," Trump said of Haley, at which point Scott eagerly wagged his tail at the attention and came to the microphone to proclaim, "I just love YOU!" It was simply nauseating to watch. It's pretty clear Scott is auditioning for the Mike Pence love-struck lackey award in Trumpworld and he did a good job. Someone, probably Trump himself, even told him that if he wanted to be considered for the job of dutiful doormat he needed to get himself a lady stat, and he got that done right away. Whether Trump ultimately chooses him remains to be seen but no one can say that he didn't give it all he's got.
Jeff Sharlet on Twitter expressed what I suspect was many people's feeling of revulsion at the display:
"I hold Tim Scott in contempt, but the depth of self-abasement here is hard to look at. All the more so for understanding how Trump's supporters see it, a racist innoculation against charges of racism that in turn "permits" more racism."
As for the speech itself, I think Republican strategist Mike Murphy said it best:
"I’m on a plane west from Boston, but managed to watch Trump’s “victory” speech. So depressing, what a parade of unworthy dregs. Just raw, stupid, insecure IQ 50 bile. What a sick, needy f@ck Trump is. It’s all about re-electing Joe Biden now."
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TOP GAMING HEADPHONES TO TRY OUT
As you know there are various options for good quality gaming headsets  available in the market. However new gamers require various other options to get them started so that they do not burn a hole in their pockets. 
For this specific reason, here are some of the best gaming headphones under 5000  that one can opt for without worrying about the budget. As these are not equipped with RGB and other fancy features, nevertheless, they do offer good, immersive gaming experiences, be it for single-player or multiplayer games.
1. HyperX Cloud Stinger 2
This is a lightweight headset with Spatial Audio to enhance immersion during gameplay. The ear cups include memory foam and also offer great airflow for long usage.
The headset is also fitted with 40 mm directional drivers for clear in-game directional sounds that can offer the players an upper edge when it comes to competitive video games. The built-in microphone also enhances great audio transfer for callout during gameplay.
The headset design is great to look at along with the volume control located at the back of the headset itself for ease of access. The microphone featured on the headset can also be muted with a simple flip. 
2. ASUS TUF H3 Wired
Another great and lightweight budget gaming headset that features a quick cooling ear cushion for long gameplay sessions. It is also quite compatible with other devices like Mac, PlayStation 4, Nintendo Switch, Xbox One, and mobile devices.
The design also comprises an exclusive airtight chamber with 50 mm ASUS essence drivers for clear sound. It also features 7.1 surround sound for a great gaming experience. The mic comprises an unidirectional boom.
3. Razer Kraken V3 X Wired
Kraken V3 X is a great combination of good-sounding audio and HyperClear Cardioid Mic for crystal clear voice chat. Razer ensures some of the best gaming peripherals available in the market and this headset is suitable for the gamers budget quite well. 
This features surround sound for high-fidelity audio that eliminates any choppiness from the speakers. The microphone manages to pick up proper speech and also comprises a noise-cancellation feature.
CONCLUSION
So, there you have it friends, these are the top products in the category, however, if you still have doubts, be sure to check out the thorough review of the selection you wish to do. 
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