#Ricks smoldering look and intensity

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This moment is pure unadulterated heat

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[shimmershae]

Just watched the episode and I’m going to have a lot of thoughts for you, most of them probably bordering on incoherence (LOL) so this is your last chance to nope on out of this post because I’m going to go ahead and put everything else behind a cut to save the eyes that do not want to see any  spoilers at all.  Unlike mine, that very much wanted to see but in a lot of cases?  Could not see shit, but I digress.

Shae’s stream of consciousness coming at you in 3-2-1.  

First of all, can I saw how good it is to have my show back again?  Like, no.  I don’t quite have Season 5 levels of excitement about the new/last season, but it is definitely nice to have all these characters back.  

So all these thoughts of mine.  Okay.  Bear with me because there be a whole lot of them, lol.  

My immediate impression as the episode opened was WHOA.  Such a cool shot of Daryl with one light wing, one dark wing (representing the two sides to Daryl maybe--the man of honor versus the man he was raised to be, hmm?) looking out over some dark vista of something.  Seriously.  It’s dark.  My room is also dark at the moment and still I was squinting to see.  To make out what I’m “looking” at.  I really, really hope the rest of this season isn’t this hard to make out.  

Is that a tank?  Kinda sorta a callback to Rick’s first episode?  If so, cool.  If not, well.  Us fans have always put way more thought into things.  For real.  Change my mind.  

Holy intense eye contact, Batman!  Daryl Dixon has literally never looked at anyone--not BethusConLeah--in quite the same smoldering way as he looks at Carol.  It’s next level.  I don’t know why people be fooling themselves into thinking different.  

Let’s see.  I can make out--besides Daryl, Maggie, and that face mask dude I already forgot the name of--Kelly, Magna, Jerry (who’s that with him?), and Carol.  Sorry.  My world, like Daryl’s, inevitably narrows to Carol.  She’s loking fierce and fine AF per usual.  

Was that Rosita I noticed rewinding to relive Daryl eye-fucking Carol?  

I’m guessing this is the army base they talked about in 10C.  

That Walker perking up like “I smell food--pancakes and bacon and oohhhh” has me giggling inappropriately right off the bat.  WTF.  

Look at all my fabulous ladies tiptoeing through that Walker minefield.  And Carol spotting that gun that might be useful right away.  Listen, if you don’t think her mind ain’t always ten steps ahead of everybody else’s, you’d be wrong.  

So.  Are these Walkers just so old and feeble not even the call of fresh meat attracts them?  Because just tiptoeing through their midst without the knockoff Lady Gaga meatsuits or skin masks has never really worked before that I can remember.  

I just want to see most of this season.  Is that really too much to ask?  Don’t X-Files and Game of Thrones us, Angela.  Please and thank you very fucking much.  

Okay.  Is the one drop of blood thing making anybody else have 28 Days Later vibes?  Kinda?  Sorta?  No?  Just me?  Okay then.  Carry on.  

Wait a minute, though.  How they be explaining how Daryl keeeps acquiring all these new tats all the time?  Hmm?  It’s like they just quit giving a shit about continuity in these latter seasons.  

I mean.  Do Walkers sleep now?  LMAO.  What is this?  I guess they’re constantly evolving?  

There’s my baby Lydia.  Love my smol bean.  

Alright though.  I love to see the ladies of TWD kick some ass.  It’s very gratifying.  Gimps would never.  Thank you, Angela.  

Clever, resourceful, calm and collected, quick thinking Carol to the rescue!  Seriously.  Her haters must be withering away inside with absolute envy.  

Hey, ya’ll.  Remember when Carol was still mastering her sharpshooting skills at the Prison yard and shot at Rick’s feet?  Her little “sorry, sorry”?  LOL.  If Rick could only see her now.  Wait.  He already knew what so many of his stans refuse to acknowledge--Carol=ultimate survivor and true savior to the group many times over.  

Maggie’s got herself a gun, too.  Go my badass girls.  

Of course, Carol’s got everybody’s back.  Of fucking course, Daryl’s got hers even when everybody else seem frozen in some kind of awe or stupification or something.  Microcosm of the whole damn show right there.  

Carol’s like “here’s your knives, love of my life.”   

Eh.  Maybe that’s just me.  

Nah.  She’s totally thinking it, too.  

YAS!  YAS!  Norman Reedus and Melissa McBride with the top billing.  How very far my babies have come.  

Listen.  I miss all the characters we’ve lost.  Absolutely.  But I love the ones that are still with us, that have been with us for so very long so hard.  Whether I love their stories or decisions or not.  

Is that THE Alexandria sign?  That sign’s been through some shit.  

DOG!  Daryl kneeling to embrace our Grimes babies has me all up in my feels.  And how cute is Dog getting all excited and making sure he’s the first one there to welcome back, Daddy?  

Hershel is literally just as puppy dog cute as Glenn ever was.  Really some Grade A casting.  

What did Maggie call Mr. T?  Ducky?  Dougie?  Sometimes with Maggie?  I really cannot tell.  Anyway.  He’s Mr. T. for me until I find out differently, probably through rewatching with close captioning, lol.  

Maggie’s got more people.  So.  Some new redshirts to sacrifice for plot purposes.  I don’t know if I should bother learning their names or not. 

I seem to remember Meridian being mentioned in one of the episode synopses.  

Sophia’s hair tie around Carol’s neck will never fail to be an emotional throat punch.  My heart.  

“They come at night and by the time you see them, you’re already dead.”  Welp.  Guess that means we ain’t seeing shit for at least this first third of the season, lol.  Very horror-eque though.  

“You’re leaving to fight ghosts.”  Aaron, to Maggie.  So I see Aaron’s the type to get the hell outta Dodge when the Boogeyman comes calling, hahaha.  Least he was.  In the old world.  

Rosita’s pissed off expression at Gabe’s decision to volunteer for the so-called suicide mission gives me life.  

My baby Carol is tired AF of suicide missions.  You can tell.  Also?  Methinks she has something to prove to Daryl here.  Or at least feels like she does.  

Dog with his little tactical vest.  I love it.  

I guess I get why they had Carol and Rosita stay behind.  They had to more evenly split up the badassery to make things more fair and balanced, lol.  

Okay.  So Negan’s definitely earned everybody’s disdain.  But they’re being woefully short-sighted by not at least hearing the dude out.  Isn’t he at least native to the area?  

“That is God telling us to turn around.”  I’m actually on Negan’s side with this one, but Gabe answering him with “I’m pretty sure he would have run that past me first” has me howling with laughter.  Father Gabe has gone straight up savage in these last couple of seasons.  Rosita’s influence, perhaps?  

I see what Angela is doing.  Trying to make Negan the voice of reason.  In this particular case?  It’s kind of working.  I’m still ultimately on Maggie’s side with this though BECAUSE GLENN.  

Imagine showing up to work and unironically dressing like a storm trooper every day.  Excuse me while I LOL.  

Even in the ZA, there’s bullshit paperwork.  

“Pumpkin colored spacesuit.”  Good one, Ezekiel.  

LOL forever.  I love Princess.  

“Michonne.  Our Michonne shut people out of Alexandria for years.”  Timely reminder that choices aren’t always perfect.  Neither are people.  

WTF is reprocessing?  Sounds ominous.  LMAO at Eugene’s “Okay.  We gotta go.”  

What in the actual hell with all those bagged, squirming undead?  Creepy AF in that subway tunnel.  

Should I just go ahead and call that the Easter bunny?  We’ve had some version of it pop up since Season 1.  

Is it stubborn pride with Maggie or what?  Why go through with something when all signs point toward the wisdom of stopping?  You can argue that she’s acting similarly to Carol last season, but there’s a huge difference here folks.  Carol did her damndest to Lone Wolf that shit and minimize the danger to those she loved.  Maggie’s straight up enlisting those she “cares about” to carry out her mission of revenge or vengeance, what have you. Let’s see if she gets near the amount of hate for it.  Personally, I don’t blame her for her feelings one bit.  They are valid.  But her knowingly drawing the others into the game?  That’s my sticking point.  That’s how she and Carol differ, even if some people refuse to see or accept it.  Anyway.  Hopping right on off my soapbox.  

“Why don’t you get up on your little tippy toes and try?”  Omigosh, I’d dying.  When I tell you I about passed out with laughter, I do not exaggerate.  I should hate Negan forever and I do.  Really.  But I adore JDM and he frequently makes me LOL.  He’s made Negan entertaining if not completely redeemable since Angela took over and more layered so I say kudos.  

He has a point about Maggie playing dictator.  Damn you, show, for slanting the writing just that smidgen that makes Negan make sense over his victim.  I guess, though, it’s better this way.  Gives both characters more shades of gray.  

“He’s a dick but he makes sense.”  I feel like this is Angela calling us all out when we dare to harbor any lasting resentment toward Negan for what he did to Glenn.  

Speaking of--Negan.  You deserved Daryl’s punch to the mouth.  You just went a bridge too damn far.  

“Keep pushing me, Negan.  Please.”  Warning shots fired, Asshole.  You better watch yourself around the Widow Rhee.  

Have I mentioned how much I love Princess?  Her shipping the Commonwealth guards is killing me, lol.  I can’t wait ‘til she meets Carol and Daryl.  She’s going to have their number in two seconds flat.  

I like Ezekiel and Princess as a duo.  I’m not saying romantically necessarily.  I just like them in scenes together because they’re fun.  There’s sort of a protective indulgence Ezekiel seems to telegraph whenever they’re in scenes together.  Like he’s like don’t hurt this one.  I don’t know.  For all these words I’ve written, I can’t quite find the ones to adequately describe what I mean.  

The wall of the lost gives me such Battlestar Galactica feels.  What sad thoughts it inspires.  

Eugene in that Commonwealth gear.  Omigosh, lol.  So did they just sneak up and take Princess’s little Commonwealth ship’s gear when they were sneaking off on their own to have a quickie?  

Princess finding that note for Yumiko on the wall actually gave me chills.  Yeah.  I’m easy.  Just the suggestion of someone getting reunited with lost family gets me all up in my feels.  Yumiko saying “I have to stay”?  I felt that.  

Oh no.  Dog ran off!  Somebody protect my favorite fictional puppy.  Of course, Daryl goes after him.  He’s always been the sweet one.  Merle said it.  

Eh.  Negan taking Maggie’s hand at the end there would have smacked too much of Negan Sue and Maggie’s biggest plot of the season would have been prematurely dealt with so I get why they did what they did.  But c’mon.  It’s not really that big of a cliffhanger, is it?  

Okay, so Angela calls those sleeping beauty Walkers “Lurkers” and I get it.  Apparently they’re a bigger deal in the comics, but I really don’t remember seeing them all that much on the actual show.  Somebody jog my memory.  

Of fucking course, you can actually see what’s happening in the inside the episode clips.  I wish we could choose to view the episode with that lighting because some of us be blind.  And this time I mean in the more literal sense.  Not the figurative one.  

Anyway.  I’m going to stop trying to write a novel for ya’ll and move on to better things.  Like maybe a nap.  Maybe some early dinner.  I don’t know.  I’m tired AF and need a little recharge.    

Before I go, though?  Overall impression of the episode?  I liked it.  There were parts that I loved (all the ladies being badass, every second of Carol, Daryl reuniting with the Grimes babies and Dog, all things Princess, some of Negan’s one-liners about had me busting a gut, Rosita serving looks, Kelly and Lydia getting to be badass too) and parts I didn’t love (not being able to see a damn thing, Angela trying to tip the scales in Negan’s favor, not enough Carol or Aaron or Rosita, no reunion between Aunt Carol and the Grimes babies even though that picture floating around suggests it was at least shot, not being able to see a damn thing, all the Alexandria people playing follow the leader for Maggie when she’s been gone 6 years and Daryl’s right there--hell, even Father G deserves the honor over her because it’s obvious they’re not exactly on the same wavelength anymore).  

I don’t know about anybody else, but I’m just glad to have our show back.    

Later, lovelies.  

[hoodoo12]

Can I make a request ? I was looking for a fan fiction of surgeon rick with a women soldier and she get wounded in the war and is taken to his tent and he fixes her up and they mess around.

Happy to oblige! Surgeon Rick is an interesting one . . .

NSFW, Surgeon Rick/reader, some stuff that is not recommended in a medical setting, swearing

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“YOU’RE GOING TO THINK YOU CAN’T BREATHE, BUT YOU CAN!  KEEP BREATHING!” Rick shouted.

His fingers were wrapped tight in your hair. He was lucky you had hair to hold; you kept your brunette locks longer than a man’s but shorter than was required for a woman. He  was yanking, yanking it with a different kind of intent than when the two of you were occupied in different circumstances, but with a force that told you he didn’t care.  He shoved the your head under the faucet, under the full-force cold water, and twisted your head until your face was up and taking the brunt of the spray.

“KEEP BREATHING!”

You struggled, feeling like you were drowning, but Rick managed to grapple your hands and keep his own big grip around your thinner wrists, preventing you from covering your injury or pushing him away.  Rick also used his weight against your hips and backside to keep you in place against the sink.

Goddamn cheap foreign shit!  Goddamn inferior junk, the barrel practically fucking disintegrating!  And now you might have a scar to match the one that crossed your lips, and be blind.

FUCKING BLIND.

No depth perception? That’s a discharge. Period.

Rick’s own breath came in short pants, and he held your head under the tap for you didn’t know how long.  Eventually, though, he jerked you back up.

“Let me see you!” he barked, not caring that his voice cracked in concern.

Released and gasping for air, you turned around and stood very still with your eyes closed.

Rick pushed your sodden hair back roughly off your forehead.  You could almost feel the intensity of his gaze as he examined the skin on the right side of your face.  No longer under the stream of water, it was starting to burn and you could feel that it was abraded.

“Open your eyes!”

You complied, and you could see the look of relief that crossed Rick’s face. Your vision was slightly blurry, here was no hemorrhage in your right eye, no unbearable squinting or tearing to indicate a corneal abrasion.

Rick was a doctor. A surgeon, pressed into service.. He didn’t cheer, but let out an unsteady breath.

“Just some tattooing,” he said thankfully.  “A little bit of contact wounding too, from the combustibles, but nothing really damaged.”

You nodded, and gingerly wiped the water off your face, wincing as your fingertips made contact with the abrasions on the skin around your eye. Your fingers came away bloody; without water washing it away blood seeped from you.

Rick watched this for a moment, before turning away sharply to dig through the supply cart against the wall. Without returning to your side, he threw a handful of bandaging material at you. You were able to catch it, barely. After the rough handling and the uncharacteristic tone of concern for you in his voice, you were a little surprised by his abrupt change in demeanor.

“Rick . . .?” you asked tentatively.

He snarled wordlessly at you in reply, then started cleaning up the area. By the way he slammed drawers, it was obvious he was still raging.

With a sigh, you hopped up onto the examination table and began dabbing at your face with a gauze pad. It hurt, and it was starting to feel like the side of your face was on fire. You grit your teeth but hissed through them at the pain.

That made Rick spin back around to you. The aura of concern was still gone. The look on his face and in his stance was a combination of angry and eager, instead. In three steps he was back at your side, between your legs.

“Give me that!” he spit, nimbly picking the gauze out of your hands.

He began cleaning your face. He wasn’t particularly gentle, but you tried hard not to wince or pull away.

Through eyes watering from the pain, you tried to watch his face.

There was a hard set to it. A scowl that occasional slipped with a lift of his upper lip, to show his teeth. His nostrils flared with each intake of breath. His eyes were sharp, scanning the wounds he was cleaning, until they flicked into your gaze.

“What?!”

You shrugged your left shoulder. “I was just wondering if you’re upset you don’t get to suture anything.”

Rick almost grinned at your tease. He caught himself, however, and managed to reply, “No. I was trying to calculate drug doses for the pain killers you’re going to need. Gotta give you enough to make you comfortable, but not enough to get you addicted.”

“This is just a skin wound,” you said, raising your hand to touch it. The area around your eye was starting to feel soft and swollen.

“Stop touching it!” he ordered.

Your fingers jumped away from your face again. They were still bloody.

Looking up at him, you took note that his eyes were locked on your fingertips. In a move that startled him, you locked your legs around his thin waist.

“Narcotics made me nauseous. But I bet Doctor Sanchez can come up with something to take away my pain,” you said thoughtfully, while grinning suggestively.

You could tell he wanted to get out of your grasp and shove you away, but you could also feel the heat coming off his body, the continued quick rise and fall of his chest, and the faint impression of an erection behind the fly of his pants. He licked his lips and in an explosive movement, grabbed you.

Before you could react, he licked the side of your face, where you’d been wounded.

Pain erupted. Involuntarily you tried to get away, but his grip was too tight.

“What the fuck, Rick?!” you exclaimed.

New tears flooded your eyes and your face was on fire again. You tried to raise a hand to it, like before, and he slapped your hand away. Now there was a new blaze inside you; one of growing fury.

“What the fuck?” you repeated. “I can’t touch my own face, but you can fucking lick me?!”

Rick stretched and grabbed the curtain near the bed, giving it a swift yank to enclose the small area, to create a separation from the rest of the room. A fascimile of privacy, here in the med bay.

“You’ll be going on antibiotics,” he replied mildly, as if that explained away everything. “Now take off your pants, or I’ll do it again.”

That smoldering anger in your belly made a dramatic shift to arousal. Doctor Sanchez may have some shitty bedside manner, and his methods may be unconventional, but you couldn’t help but go along with him. In seconds your pants were down and laying in a heap on the floor. He made an impatient motion with his hand, and you hopped back up onto the examination table, so close to the edge it was uncomfortable and percarious. You held yourself up by just the tips of your toes on the step.

Rick stepped between your thighs again, looking you over critically.

“No narcotics, huh . . .” he muttered to himself, and without another word to you, dropped to a crouch and shoved his face in your pussy.

You immediately fell prone on the table with a cry. He lapped relentlessly at you, with seemingly no regard for how awkward the position was for you with no support for your legs. You held onto the sides of the table in a death grip. You felt like you were going to fall, even if you rocked your pelvis and legs upward, and Rick, apparently sensing your intention, slipped his arms around your hips and held you in place.

The juxtaposition of the extreme stimulation he forced upon your pussy and the unsteadiness of the position you were in warred with each other. You cried out from both pleasure and worry, and Rick paused half a second to look up your body and grin.

Doctor Sanchez was a mildly sadistic asshole. He knew exactly what he was doing, making you feel like you were going to fall but also not wanting to readjust where you were laying because you knew, you knew, that if you scooted to a more secure spot he’d just stop.

So you balanced as best you could and let him have his way with you.

His tongue pushed inside you, and when it didn’t, he applied steady pressure from his chin on your entrance while it circled your clit. You were helpless, your legs trembled in the effort it took to balance, and you couldn’t grab his head or anything because of the grip you had on the table. The only thing you could control were the sounds you made, but he was quickly wresting even that from you.

You tried mightily to not make much noise--there was only a sheet of fabric separating you from anyone who might be passing by the door--but apparently Rick needed to have command over that too, because he locked his mouth solely on your clit and sucked hard.

Electricity shot through you, making your body arch as all your muscles tightened and a loud wordless exclamation spew from your mouth.

Just before you managed to actually tumble into an orgasm, however, Rick stopped.

He stood up abruptly and left you dangling, figuratively as well as literally. The sudden lack of physical support snapped you out of the euphoric haze you’d been in, and you were stunned. You also scrambled to keep on the table instead, to not fall off.

Nonchalantly, Rick wiped his face with one of the gauze squares he’d procured for you.

“What the hell--what the fuck, Rick?” you said for the third time. You were much less outraged than previously. More surprised and confused.

“You forgot about your face, didn’t you?” he shot back. “You didn’t want a narcotic.”

You gaped at him. He turned and half opened the curtain again. Knowing him and his next intention, you hastened to find and pull on your pants again. When you were mostly decent, Rick pushed the curtain fully open, exposing the examination table to the room.

You scowled. He ignored your displeasure and returned to cleaning your face. It still hurt, but you sat stoicly as he swabbed it and applied a light dressing. He watched himself work dispassionately without meeting your eyes.

When he finished, he nodded to himself, told you he’d write you a prescription for the antibiotics, and that you could get out.

You pushed yourself off the table and stood close to him, looking upward.

“You said you didn’t want to give me anything that’ll get me addicted,” you said. “Maybe, though, I’m addicted to you.”

Like before, Doctor Sanchez almost smiled. This time the expression almost made it to his eyes.

“Get out of here,” he told you, with more amusement and less irritation.

You gave him a mock salute as you headed out. 

“And come back here tonight, soldier!” he called after you. “That bandaging will need changed, and you might need another dose of pain-killer!”

You flashed him a grin that made half your face hurt as you left. “Oh, I know I will!”

fin

[percywinchester27]

Ana’s PJO quotes Challenge

Guess who came up with a challenge? That’s right! Your little fangirl over here presents her very first challenge, with prompts based on quotes from Rick Riordan’s books (Mostly PJO).

For those who have read the books, y’all know how hilarious the prompts can be. For those who haven’t, take a look at the prompts anyway! They might interest you :)

ALSO I have NO IDEA how these prompts fit in so well with SPN-verse. It had me baffled too. Trust me!

Rules:

You don’t have to be following me, but it would be nice :)

The due date is December 10th. If you wanna pull out, or need an extension, please let me know a week before. I know life can get really unpredictable, so we can work it out.

The minimum word count is 500 words, and maximum is 7k.

Please use a “keep reading” option after the first 500 words or so. I insist upon this.

It has to be a reader insert or a general fic. You can write for both characters as well as RPF (J2M only and No wife hate). It can be canon or it can be an AU.

You can write a fluffy, angsty or even smutty fic should the prompt inspire you, but please try not to make it a super detailed PWP fic, it’s just not my thing.

It can be a one shot, drabble or start of a series only.

Mention in the Author's note that it is for my (@percywinchester27) “Ana’s PJO quotes Challenge” and the prompt you’ve chosen. Use the hashtag #Ana’s PJO quotes Challenge in the first 5 tags so I can track it.

If I don’t like the post within 2 days, please IM me a link. Tumblr likes to be mean sometimes and there’s every chance that I didn’t get the tag.

Only one prompt per person. If you’ve already posted one entry, you can come back for another prompt.

Lastly, HAVE FUN!!

Send an Ask stating the prompt number and a backup in case the first one is taken along with the pairing.

Full prompt list below the cut:

Dialogue Prompts (Only the pronouns can be tweaked in the prompts):

“Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.” @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester Dean X Reader

“We're staying together," he promised. "You're not getting away from me. Never again.” @bringmesomepie56 Dean X Reader

“Lots of death, huh? Personally, I'm trying to avoid lots of death, but you guys have fun!” @luci-in-trenchcoats Dean X Reader

“Ever had a flying burrito hit you? Well, it's a deadly projectile, right up there with cannonballs and grenades.” @jessicawritessmut Jensen x reader

“I try not to think. It interferes with being nuts” @homeschooledonmyhands sister!reader

He forced his fists to unclench. "Look, lady, we're not going to go all Hunger Games on each other. Isn't going to happen.” @melonshino dean x reader

“Being a hero doesn’t mean you’re invincible. It just means that you’re brave enough to stand up and do what’s needed.” @nichelle-my-belle Dean X Reader

“Sugar and caffeine. My willpower crumbled.” @queencflair Dean X Reader

“Scrawny? Baby, I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot.” @avengingandstuff   Steve Rogers X Reader

“Back in my day, we died all the time, and we liked it!” @drarina1737

“Catch that last episode of Doctor Who? Oh, right. You were trudging through the Pit of Eternal Damnation!” @dauntlessdiva Dean X Reader

“You can't choose your parentage. But you can choose your legacy.” @percussiongirl2017 sister!reader/ platonic!reader

“Everyone hates clowns," ------ said. "Even other clowns hate clowns.” @growningupgeek Sam X Reader

“You, sir, are a ray of sunshine. @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Dean X Reader

“I wake up every morning and think: You know what would be good today? Not dying.” @roxyspearing Dean X Reader

“Don't you ever feel that way? Like you could do a better job if you ran the world?''Um... no. Me running the world would be kind of a nightmare.” @rizlow1 Dean X Reader

“I know, I'm an idiot!" he moaned. "A brilliant idiot, but still an idiot.”  @anticipate1003 gen fic

“That's what happens when it snows in Texas lady. It. Freaking. Melts.” @evil-spn-girl Jared X Reader

“Decapitation is not a healthy lifestyle choice.” @justanotherdeangirl Dean X Reader

“How come I never get invited on these violent trips?” @uniquewerewolfsuit Jared X Reader

“She didn’t want to sleep, but her body betrayed her. Her eyelids turned to lead. “Hey, wake me for second watch. Don’t be a hero.”He gave her that smirk she’d come to love. “Who, me?”He kissed her, his lips parched and feverishly warm. “Sleep.” @torn-and-frayed Dean X Reader

“I gave her my deluxe I'll-Kill-You-Later stare.” @jayankles Jensen x reader

“You drool when you sleep.” @captainemwinchester Dean X reader

“Delaying death is one of my favorite hobbies” @boxywrites Alpha!Dean X Omega!Reader

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”  @jerk-bitch-and-an-angel Dean X reader

“Daddy will explain. Come, he is blowing up monsters.” @sea040561 Misha X Reader

“We'll have to work on your bunny phobia later.” @crispychrissy Dean X Reader

“Life is only precious because it ends, kid.” @summer-binging-spn  Dean X Reader

“Met them. Killed them. Got the T-shirt.”  @internationalfandomgirl  Sam X Reader

“The thing about plummetting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late.”  @iputthesininbuisness  Dean X Reader

“We’ve all got weaknesses. Me, for instance. I’m tragically funny and good-looking.” @imaginesforthose-wholovefandoms Dean X Reader

“I hate this plan,” I said. “Let’s do it.” @plaidstiel-wormstache Dean X Reader

“If I'm dead," he murmured. "Why does it hurt so much?” @grace-for-sale

“Oh, did you expect me to play fair?" Cupid laughed. "I am the god of love. I am never fair.” @mysupernaturalfics Dean X Reader

“With great power... comes need to take a nap. Wake me up later” @winchesterprincessbride Sam X Reader

“I try very hard to be annoying. Don’t insult my ability to annoy.” @captainradicalpassion Dean x Reader

“I won't go looking for trouble. I usually don't have too.” @deanssweatheart23  Dean X Reader

“I tried to think of something to say. Excuse me? Hello? Marry me? Anything would have done.” @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Jensen X Reader

“Clearly, the conversation is giving your two brain cells a serious workout.” @winchester-smut dean X reader

“I've seen a lot of brave things. But what you just did? That was maybe the bravest.” @supernatural-jackles Dean/ Jensen X Reader

Sentence prompts (If you wanna use these as dialogue prompt, go ahead! But you can’t tweak them except the pronouns):

41. It's hard to enjoy practical jokes when your whole life feels like one. @imweirdandobsessed Sam X Reader

42. Far, far below, red liquid bubbled. Blood? Lava? Evil ketchup? None of the possibilities were good. @sdavid09  Gabriel x Reader

43. When she kissed me, I had the feeling my brain was melting right through my body. @samwinjarpad Sam X Reader

44. She'd secretly had a crush on him since they were twelve years old. Last summer, she'd fallen for him hard. @secretlyfurrydragon Jensen X Reader AU

45. She grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss, which effectively shut him up. @darcy-winters Dean X Reader

46. I gave the dwarves an arrogant look, like, Yeah, that’s right. I’ve got a talking disco sword and you don’t. @sdavid09 

47. The plan had three phases: dangerous, really dangerous and insanely dangerous.   @thebitterbookeater Peter Parker X Reader

48. Her hair is smoldering. Her face was smudged with soot. She had a cut on her arms, her dress was torn, and she was missing a boot. Beautiful.  @docharleythegeekqueen  Dean X Reader

49. Humor was a good way to hide the pain. @kas-not-cas Dean X Reader 

50. Myths are simply stories about truths we've forgotten. @justme-noonebutme

51. It was a crazy idea. But, as usual, that’s all he had. @acreativelydifferentlove  Dean X Reader

52. “It's okay,” he said. “We're together.” He didn't say you're okay, or we're alive. After all they'd been through over the last year, he knew that the most important thing was that they were together. She loved him for saying that.” @sams-bubblegum-bitch

53. She looked at me, like she was drinking in the fact that I was still here. And I realized I was doing the same thing. The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive. @ravengirl94 Dean X Reader

54. No one can hate you with more intensity than someone who used to love you. @mrspadalackles  Dean X Reader

55. He didn't think much of fates and prophecies, but he did believe in one thing: ------- and he were supposed to be together. @jotink78 Dean X Reader

*This is mostly for the SPN-verse. But should a prompt really speak to you, for Marvel or HP, feel free to IM me with your idea and fandom. If I read those, maybe we can work it out* 

Tagging folks off the top of my head who might be interested in participating and/ or signal boosting:

@sdavid09 @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @grace-for-sale @kas-not-cas @blacktithe7 @mysupernaturalfics @feelmyroarrrr @melonberri @torn-and-frayed @bringmesomepie56 @chaos-and-the-calm67 @like-a-bag-of-potatoes @supernatural-jackles @mrswhozeewhatsis @mamapeterson @atc74 @jayankles @chelsea072498 @jelly-beans-and-gstrings @kittenofdoomage @winchesterprincessbride @iwantthedean @impalaimagining @impala-dreamer @luci-in-trenchcoats @deanxfuckingadorablexwinchester @deanssweetheart23 @ravengirl94 @jotink78 @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog

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some thoughts about the concert before my adrenaline slips away!

so this was the first time since january of 2017 that i was able to snag a very close spot! the previous 4 times that i was close, i was always on the very right so i always got a ton of my maknaes but for this concert, my friend and iwere on the left, AND GUESS WHO IS ON THE LEFT?? YOUNGJAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! i guess he was our designated spot cause he was in front of us soo much i still can't believe it!!!!!!!!!!! and jb was hella close too which on a normal day would kill me BUT YOUNGJAE!!!!!!!!! i did miss seeing my maknaes have fun in front of me but after 3 years i finally got my top two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jinyoung always casually walked right past us but that's fine.. prob would've died if he danced in front of me. he looked SOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD with his permed hair and tanned self. everytime he brushed his hair back with his head i was like.. lemme brush it for u boo (i consistently swerve into jinyoung's lane at concerts. CONSISTENTLY.) we also had a bit of markson on our side! more so mark than jackson but i'm glad they came close a few times so we could see that muscle definition! protein mark was out in full force!

the crowd: initially a lot more subdued than the brooklyn concert but right around when the concert started transitioning from its insecurity theme to its security theme, the crowd livened up dramatically! i mentioned it but it really felt like 'just right' was the point that happened!

the performances: honestly maybe the best i've ever seen from them!? they were very sharp, rarely blocking the moves and even with a really long setlist of perf heavy songs they killed it! their energy as usual was infectious and i'm so glad they kept it up and gave us like 3 encores ;_; consummate performers!!! my favorite overall performances- 

just right - i was IN SHOCK that they did it and so i was v excited to see it after 3 years  

save you - i LOOOOOOVE this song and the choreo was excellent. when i realized it was going to be jb that'd be closest to us for the solo dance i literally had a kai/artificial love flashback and yelled an "OH NOOO" that was filled with both anticipation and dread bc i wasn't sure if i'd survive BUT I DID!

page - I LOVE THE CHOREO TO THIS SONG!!!!! i hope in the future they add it as an encore song so they can just run around and scream jackson's refrain with us!

come on - again REALLY fun choreo and they balanced having fun with being sharp with their moves!

teenager - honestly i just remember thinking they were just really hot lol. full on thirst mode lol

paradise - a fan favorite, i saw their backs for most of this one but still had fun screaming along!

hard carry remix - can't deny the power of this song on the audience!! it was def one of the energy peaks of the show!

one degree & sign were both unbelievable because of how good their vocals were. obviously have youngjae vision but he was PARTICULARLY excellent, jjp too!! the intensity of jaebeom's gaze during one degree was a LOT for me. it was what we would call smoldering lol

thank you & miracle were very sweet. i am normally completely unaffected by these songs but i surprised myself with the little well of love that was bubbling up in me during both of those songs!

fanservice wise (i can't guarantee these were directed to me so i'll just say these were all directed towards my general area.. it's only the last one that i'm absolutely sure was directed to me lol)

i don't really call to the members but jb was extra interactive with the audience tonight so i have a lot of fun clips of him on my phone.. i think we made eye contact quite a few times but again...you never know with the lights and stuff who they're actually looking at. he was really in it to win it with his cutie/sexy duality.

mark gave his trademark flirty grin and i'm always amazed how quickly he goes from cute!!! to HOT!!!!!! in person. it's different from jb cause mark stares u the hell down lol.

youngjae's transparent back of his shirt was a major plus.. esp cause that's all i saw when they moved to the extended stage

youngjae ALSO sprayed us with water and you can literally hear me screaming "OH NO!!!" right before he did it lmfaooooooooooo. but i saw the light and now realize it was Blessed water

HE ALSO DANCED IN FRONT OF US, GAVE ME A HEART, AND I JUST SCREAMED, DUCKED MY HEAD, AND FORGOT TO RETURN IT LMFAO.

ments thoughts:

when bambam bullied jb into choosing between jjp and jus2!!!! i thought bam wouldn't survive the rest of the night (LOL) but we chanted jb's name when everyone paired up without him and he was fine

speaking of pairing up...

jackjae.... are everything..............................

jjp and 2young were hella cute too!!

yugbam weren't close enough to me for me to see any moments but i look forward to watching every clip of this concert ever to find it

bambam was having the time of his life during this concert.. all his ments ("HEYYY LADIES") were hilarious and the security guards were all his fans by the end of the concert. his remixes of never ever and ssi were amazing!!

ALL THE MEMBERS' MENTS WERE IN ENGLISH!!! youngjae was visibly nervous bc he was right after jinyoung but he did SO well. i'm so grateful they took the time to learn and practice it. jinyoung said so himself by stating that he wanted to get better w/ english in order to expand globally and communicate more with us. it’s a pragmatic approach from a pragmatic individual but my immense appreciation is there nonetheless!!

jackson seemed particularly filled with emotion during the last ment. when said his "respect everyone, fear no one" line i was like AYYY YESS but at the same time i was like.. is that from a rick ross track???? lmao. he keeps saying he'll work harder and you know what- it's really paying off. his feature on rumble was by FAR the best he's ever sounded. keep working (as a solo artist and within your group!!) and we'll support you as gently and as constructively as possible!

they kept promising they'd be back next year and i would love for that to happen but i really hope they announce it farther in advance so that we can get filled venues!!!!!

there's more but i haven't rewatched the ments so i may edit this later!

other thoughts:

the unit stages were fun - nearly blacked out during youngjae's but of course i have ZERO audio for it cause of my ridic phone. 

amerithaikong went hard with the autotune but it's usually the most lit (i aged 30 years typing that) part of the concert lol 

sharpest choreo award definitely goes to i am me! they were ON IT!

the last chorus of eclipse when they're on their knees had me really emotional ughhhh. i could feel them putting everything into that move.

THE DENIM OUTFITS!!!! I CAN'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE ULTIMATE BOYFRIEND LOOK I LITERALLY ASCENDED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (when u know parasocial relationships can only be reasonably healthy if you keep your distance but then they GO AND WEAR BOYFRIEND LOOKS WHAT ARE U SUPPOSED TO DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

SO MANY ENCORES!!!!!! gotta be honest i think shopping mall is the antithesis of everything i love so when they were like- ANOTHER SONG?? i was like YESSSSS!!! but then bam said shopping mall and i was like damn ok.... i guess!!!!! LOL. but we got fly remix (which was awesome!!!), go higher, and a repeat of come on!!

i'm just so happy and so grateful (the word of the day!!) to have seen them again so close. i won't forget this experience <33

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Tagged by the absurdly talented and eternally delightful @blind-inviting-alleys​! Midterms just ended and I am absolutely looking to slack and do the meme thing, so thank you much :)

Tagging anyone who wants to do the thing!

1. Are you named after someone? My paternal grandmother. Apparently she was super smart and kind of dreadful at being a care-giver. I feel like we would have gotten along.

2. When was the last time you cried? um... early January? Feelings are hard.

3. Do you like your handwriting? Occasionally, but mostly I acknowledge it is exactly what you’d expect when a doctor and a lawyer have a child who decides to be a writer. To quote parks and rec, “It looks the chicken that scratched this had a stroke on the page.” I do sometimes take pride in the fact most people I’ve met have never seen worse.

4. What is your favorite lunch meat? turkey? does this say something about me?

5. Do you have kids? To which I say:

And also to my family members with kids:

Jennifer Barkley is my spirit animal, in this regard.

6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? I am a real life Narcissus, and get frequently distracted by mirrors and reflective surfaces. Additionally, I know myself very well and long story short we’d probably fall into some sort of weird poly thing with ourselves that’d be difficult to explain to the family at Christmas.

7. Do you use sarcasm? ...is this really a question?

8. Do you still have your tonsils? honestly not sure. probably? 

9. Would you bungee jump? terrified of heights, but probably. Depends on the situation I suppose.

10. What is your favorite kind of cereal? it changes month to month, but at the moment honey bunches of oats.

11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? I don’t think I’ve worn shoes with laces since middle school, but I didn’t then and I probably wouldn’t now.

12. Do you think you’re a strong person? yes.

13. What is your favorite ice cream? this mango gelato I had in Palermo. Even if it takes me years to find my way back to that city that place is one of the my very first stops.

14. What is the first thing you notice about people? How they express themselves, focused mostly on body language and vocal habits.

15. What is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself? odd wording, but my least favorite of my physical features that I still appreciate is probably my eyes. They’re dark brown and smolder quite well, but occasionally I wish they were a dark green or blue. 

16. What color pants and shoes are you wearing now? Please, it’s 2am, why on earth would I be wearing clothes.

17. What are you listening to right now? Ziggy Stardust. "He took it all too far, but boy could he play guitar.”

18. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? not sure which colors are crayon colors... let’s say alizarin red and just pretend :)

19. Favorite smell? I suppose it’s all contextual. Books is the smell I’d surround myself with at all times if possible—if there was a books perfume I would probably wear it. In the kitchen I love vanilla, but also olive oil or bacon. Outside I like running water or ice (like, the clean, almost empty smell of glaciers).

20. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? my brother

21. Favorite sport to watch? any form of dance or acrobatics

22. Hair color? brunette

23. Eye color? dark brown

24. Do you wear contacts? nope

25. Favorite food to eat? fresh pasta. aged gouda. vegetables sautéed lightly in olive oil. red wine.

26. Scary movies or comedy? Movies almost never scare me, except for the creeping existential dread that overcomes me when I feel I’m wasting my time, which happens most often with lazily written comedies, so... Depends?

27. Last movie you watched? The Lobster. Generally a good weird movie, but the ending irked me. 

28. What color of shirt are you wearing? see above about pants

29. Summer or winter? winter, winter, a thousand times winter—there is no upside to global warming for me.

30. Hugs or kisses? can’t we have both?

31. What book are you currently reading? Our Lady of the Nile by Scholastique Mukasonga, but I should really go back and finish The Ramayana, The Persian Book of Kings, Joseph Andrews, Gulliver’s Travels, and Robinson Crusoe. (There has been a lot of reading this semester... the last couple hundred pages of a few things may have fallen through the cracks.)

32. Who do you miss right now? an old friend who’s rather sick.

33. What is on your mouse pad? I... am not sure I understand. Nothing? I’m typing?

34. What is the last TV program you watched? Amazingly NOT Hannibal (although that was recent too, never fear). Lately I’ve been very, very, very, very into Rick and Morty. It is quite possibly the darkest, funniest, most fucked up show I have ever seen and that is saying A LOT.

35. What is the best sound? one of my favorite friends has a really excellent story-telling voice that I have listened to for straight hours without getting bored.

36. Rolling Stones or The Beatles? the Beatles—when I was a kid my dad had me half convinced there was no point in ever listening to other music.

37. What is the furthest you have ever traveled? New York to South Afirca was quite a trek. Including layovers it came to around 34 hours of travel. 

38. Do you have a special talent? I mean... special? I have lots of normal talents. Writing, painting, memorizing poems and poetically written things. I’m a pretty decent aerialist, so I can hang from things by my ankles better than most people. 

39. Where were you born? Berkeley, leaving me baffled whenever one of my rather intensely not-born-in-Berkely friends uses “communist” as an insult ;)

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Bruce Pearl amazingly has Auburn at 10-1 only a few weeks after his job was in peril

There are many folks in school basketball amazed at Bruce Pearl’s scenario proper now. As soon as considered in peril of dropping his job, Auburn’s coach has as an alternative twisted his destiny.

It actually regarded like Pearl’s job was in jeopardy in the previous couple of months, together with when it was reported that Pearl was refusing to participate in Auburn’s personal inner inquiry after an FBI probe  into corruption implicated one in all his assistants. Nonetheless, Pearl advised CBS Sports activities he’s now cooperating with the colleges investigation. And with a 10-1 report, Pearl has the group in a greater place than most would have thought attainable a couple of weeks in the past. 

How did it occur? Let’s roll again a bit. As a result of if you would like an inside look as to how hypothesis bubbled behind the scenes in school hoops, that is the broad view. 

On Oct. 2, Louisville started the formal technique of divorcing itself from Corridor of Famer Rick Pitino. Two weeks later, he was formally fired. And whereas the smoldering stays of Pitino’s legacy emanated out of his former dwelling metropolis, school basketball coaches, media, officers — so many inside the sport — questioned who was going to be the following to go.

This FBI’s unprecedented case that pulled the curtain again on a few of school basketball’s corrupt recruiting habits wasn’t going to merely declare only one head coach’s job, was it? So who was subsequent? 

The title that was most loosely, presumptively tossed round was Pearl’s. It was Auburn legend Chuck Particular person, who labored beneath Pearl as an assistant, that confronted significantly intense expenses on behalf of the federal authorities. Particular person’s alleged to have schemed with center males for private revenue whereas recruiting gamers to Auburn for the long run achieve of monetary advisers. Ugly. Plus Pearl has the scarlet letter, a earlier show-cause penalty from the NCAA to his title, courting again to his time at Tennessee when he lied to NCAA investigators concerning the particulars of a cookout he had at his home that additionally served as backdrop for an unlawful recruiting soirée. 

That alone may have been sufficient to get Pearl pink-slipped earlier than the season began. He made for a straightforward candidate however was completely insistent he was not aware of or conscious of something Particular person had performed. Auburn’s quietly management stood by him. Then, earlier than the Tigers’ season started, the group’s roster fell aside. On Nov. 2, this system disclosed that sophomores Danjel Purifoy and Austin Wiley — two of the group’s prime 4 scorers final season — can be indefinitely suspended as their eligibility was reviewed by the varsity. The subsequent day, Auburn introduced that Jay Jacobs, its athletic director and the person who employed Pearl, would quickly be retiring. 

There’s nonetheless extra. 

In mid-November, a report claimed that Pearl was not cooperating with Auburn’s investigation. Pearl advised CBS Sports activities on Wednesday that the reporting, to an extent, lacked readability and accuracy. 

“A few of what we have been going by way of throughout our investigation, that ought to have remained non-public,” Pearl stated. “A few of what was reported — a few of it was incorrect. Hey, we made some errors and we’re attempting to get our program in good standing. We’re cooperating.” 

By “we” Pearl means he and his authorized illustration have made themselves of service to Auburn’s investigation. That could possibly be what’s allowed him to maintain his job. That and the truth that Auburn’s off to its finest begin in 18 years and using its longest profitable streak (eight video games) because the 2002-03 season.

Right here we’re, the week of Christmas. Wiley and Purifoy are nonetheless in eligibility limbo, Jacobs is getting ready to transition to retirement, and never solely is Pearl nonetheless on the job however he is making an early case for Coach of the Yr consideration. 

Shorthanded, neglected Auburn is 10-1 after its highway victory Tuesday night time towards Murray State. It is no small deal; Murray State’s acquired shot to win the OVC and make the NCAA Event come March. Auburn was the primary SEC program to play at Murray State in 20 years. Pearl scheduled the sport initially to spice up his group’s non-conference popularity. It is going to wind up paying off big-time come March. 

“I can not get family names to go to Auburn,” he stated. 

Auburn received the sport regardless of having six scholarship gamers accessible within the ultimate minutes. Forty % of Pearl’s victories this season have come on highway and impartial courts. Auburn’s a top-40 group at KenPom.com and is in place to compete in an improved, deep SEC. Extremely, Pearl has solely helped in job safety regardless of missing two crucial gamers and being handcuffed by accidents to others. Undefeated Arizona State is essentially the most stunning group this season, however Auburn’s not far behind.

How’s he performed it? From an X’s-and-O’s perspective, Pearl’s by no means had this many gamers return from the yr earlier than since he acquired to Auburn in 2014. 

Nothing has come straightforward for Bruce Pearl this season. USATSI

“Yearly’s been a rebuild,” Pearl advised CBS Sports activities on Wednesday. “Final yr I had 4 freshmen starters that led the group in scoring, together with Purifoy and Wiley, however now we now have 5 youngsters again that performed final yr, and so the issues that ailed us — whether or not it’s our drop-back protection, our rebounding, our free-throw taking pictures — they have been areas we actually focused within the offseason. We stated, ‘Look, if we will preserve doing what we’re doing offensively after which tighten up these areas, take into consideration how anymore video games we will win.”

Essentially the most unlikely bump in manufacturing has include Auburn’s offensive rebounding. Final season the group ranked 135th in crashing the offensive glass. This season they’re No. eight, in accordance with KenPom.com. And that is with 6-foot-Three DeSean Murray taking part in energy ahead. Pearl calls Murray the perfect 6-Three energy ahead within the nation, and he is in all probability proper. This complete scenario is unparalled, but it surely’s working. Auburn has been pressured to play undersized and it is not but stopped Pearl from having his finest begin personally since 2007-08, when Tennessee famously acquired to No. 1 within the polls after beating No. 1 Memphis. The Vols wound up with a No. 2 seed that season. 

“I like Auburn and I need to end my profession right here, however I am not excited by ending it this yr.”Bruce Pearl

One of many issues Bruce’s son Steven reminded him of earlier this season was about these actually good Tennessee groups. They weren’t simply athletic, however they have been powerful — even when often undersized.

“A yr in the past we weren’t as disciplined offensively,” Pearl stated. “That is primary. The second, concerning the personnel, the 4 newcomers (Chuma Okeke, Davion Mitchell, Malik Dunbar and Murray) are all bodily gamers.”

Purifoy and Wiley have been capable of follow, and that is been enormous, too. The group’s stayed sharp by having two guys on the B group who would usually be beginning. 

“From their standpoint, they’re staying proper they usually’re staying prepared and making progress academically,” Pearl stated of Wiley and Purifoy’s dilemma. “At this level they’ve missed over a 3rd of the season. They’re each Alabama youngsters that got here to Auburn to show issues round. Austin’s a legacy, each dad and mom performed right here. Danjel was a kind of Alabama youngsters who liked Auburn. You realize what that is like within the state, it is uncommon. They’re heartbroken. It is so troublesome for them to maintain their heads up, and naturally, individuals are going to evaluate them they usually’ve acquired a sure degree of accountability, and that is for positive. I hope we will get them again. They’re doing every part they will to get themselves into place to get them again.” 

As of now, each are nonetheless going by way of what Pearl described because the question-and-answer part. There isn’t any timeline for when or if both will return to the ground this season. Their circumstances may nonetheless decide Pearl’s destiny, too.  

“I’ve all the time maintained a degree of optimism and belief within the course of,” Pearl added. “I really take a look at them as victims.” 

For all of his skeptics and critics, the fact is that this: Bruce Pearl has coached Auburn to the purpose the place it is anticipated to beat UConn, a program that is received extra nationwide championships than any program prior to now 25 years. That is who’s subsequent. The Huskies face the Tigers on Saturday. Auburn received in OT at UConn final yr. Now Tiger followers expect a profitable streak. That is a commentary on why Pearl was delivered to Auburn within the first place. It is messy, it is controversial, however Auburn is related and charging into 2018 with optimism not even Pearl may have conjured again within the fall. 

“They don’t seem to be the identical UConn group of the previous however they have a fantastic coach and acquired a few nice particular participant — and dimension,” Pearl stated. “UConn’s a scary group as a result of they do have some large items. They have been higher with Alterique Gilbert on the ground as a result of he was a fantastic extension of coach (Kevin) Ollie. Proper now they’re within the technique of reinventing themselves. However they have the items, there is not any query. What is going on to be completely different about them vs. each group within the SEC is they have actual dimension, actual personnel, and for us there is not any margin for error.”

Pearl’s been teaching with basically no margin for error day by day because the FBI story broke. In some way, with out a senior on the roster and with investigators hovering over, he is turned this into top-of-the-line teaching productions of his profession. 

“We’re 10-1,” Pearl stated. “When your group’s taking part in onerous and taking part in collectively, each coach’s job safety is best. I like Auburn and I need to end my profession right here, however I am not excited by ending it this yr.”

Wiley and Purifoy sit in purgatory. Pearl is on the precipice of placing Auburn again into the High 25. Regardless of the FBI’s investigation set out on doing, it hasn’t stopped one of many recreation’s most exuberant coaches from pulling off the unbelievable. In opposition to the chances, right here goes Pearl once more, and he won’t go quietly. 

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Xavier-Cincinnati rivalry ignites anew as Mack, Cronin trade barbs after postgame incident

Mick Cronin traded barbs with Chris Mack after Xavier’s 89-76 victory over Cincinnati. (Getty)

If the rivalry between Xavier and Cincinnati isn’t already college basketball’s most hostile, it’s rapidly climbing the list.

What other rivalry would end with the two head coaches tearing into one-another in their postgame news conferences minutes after one of them went after a player in the handshake line?

Emotions initially flared in the first half of Xavier’s emphatic 89-76 victory when Cincinnati coach Mick Cronin, Musketeers senior J.P. Macura and Bearcats freshman Trevor Moore each received technical fouls for jawing with one another. Tempers then erupted anew in the postgame handshake line when Cronin had to be held back by coaches and game officials after an exchange of words with Macura.

Asked why he was upset after the game, Cronin blamed Macura for instigating the argument with a show of blatant disrespect.

“I’ve never had a kid tell me to ‘eff off’ three times before, during the game and after the game,” Cronin told reporters in Cincinnati. “You know who it was. Same guy it always is every game.

“Where I come from, there’s nothing to talk about. If he was playing for me, he wouldn’t play. He wouldn’t play for me.”

Mick Cronin on his interactions with JP Macura. pic.twitter.com/5ioLhPynef

— Rick Broering (@RickBroering) December 2, 2017

Minutes later, Xavier coach Chris Mack addressed Cronin’s comments in his opening statement, insisting that “there are two sides to the story.”

“There was a reason that their coach was issued a technical in the game. There’s a reason for that. I know the reason because the official told me what happened. So I’m not going to have the narrative be anything other than us playing better than Cincinnati and beating Cincinnati today.”

Mack also took exception to Cronin insinuating that Xavier should have kicked Macura off the team for his past behavior. The intensely emotional, fiercely competitive Macura often trash talks or showboats on the court, most recently when he taunted the Wisconsin student section after the Musketeers’ victory in Madison last month.

“As far as ‘he would never play on my team,’I’m going to go back to 2009-10 when I was the head coach [at Xavier] and Lance Stephenson in front of me, right in front of me, called me the N word three times and said ‘eff you,'” Mack said. “After the game, guess what I did? I shook his hand. I shook his hand. That’s it.”

Chris Mack comments on Mick Cronin's actions after the game. pic.twitter.com/0vwbMi8ZlX

— Rick Broering (@RickBroering) December 2, 2017

Of the primary people involved in this incident, Cronin comes out looking the worst based on what we know so far.

It’s fair to blame Macura for his immaturity. It’s also fair to argue that Mack has enabled Macura’s mouthy antics by not disciplining him for his behavior. But Cronin is supposed to be the mature adult here. He should set a better example for his players than trying to fight a 22-year-old in the handshake line.

Cronin also is doing a disservice to Xavier by detracting from its performance in a matchup between two top 25 teams with Final Four aspirations. Were it not for the postgame theatrics, the story would be the Musketeers storming to an impressive victory behind 28 points from Trevon Bluiett and 17 from Kerem Kanter.

The incident between Cronin and Macura comes six years after the rivalry was marred by a vicious bench-clearing brawl between the two teams. Suspensions were issued on both sides and the series was held on a neutral court for the next two seasons.

While the ramifications of this incident shouldn’t be as serious since no punches were thrown, it’s still a reminder of what separates this rivalry from most others in college basketball.

The animosity between these two programs isn’t just between the two fan bases. It also flows through the players, the coaches and even the social media czars.

They wear Cincinnati… pic.twitter.com/eXQ3m7RFQ7

— Xavier Gameday (@XavierGameday) December 2, 2017

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— Xavier Gameday (@XavierGameday) December 2, 2017

Hey @GoBEARCATS… You, uhh…

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— Xavier Gameday (@XavierGameday) December 2, 2017

It’s clear now though that the distaste is strongest between the two head coaches.

Cronin lost his cool and lashed out, Mack stood his ground and stood up for his player and now the already smoldering Xavier-Cincinnati rivalry gets a little hotter.

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Jeff Eisenberg is the editor of The Dagger on Yahoo Sports. Have a tip? Email him at daggerblog@yahoo.com or follow him on Twitter!

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http://tribelamagazine.com/new-voice-home-for-holidays-by-m-g-poe-delightful-suspensive-short-story/ TribeLA Magazine • Los Angeles “You’ve become as bat-shit crazy as she is. ‘Ricky spend th’ night’…’Ricky stay fer dinner,’” he continued, mimicking me. “When the bloody hell were ya gonna tell me I’d be eatin’ my dead sister’s brains for dinner?” #Arttoday #MGpoe #Shorthalloweenstories

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Home for the Holidays: A short story by M.G. Poe – When a visit home is an eerie reminder of why you left! An unforgettable family feast awaits

Home for the Holidays By M.G. Poe

“D’ you want to spend the night?” I asked in a hushed tone.

“I don’t know,” he said sullenly, “I’m allergic to dogs now, you know.”

He followed me from the foyer into the kitchen, looking familiarly around in the dim light. His obvious unease made me want to laugh.

“You’re not allergic!” I said. “It’s after three in the morning. Where you gonna go?”

“Back to my hotel room, for starters. Anywhere but here.”

“Mama’s asleep. And she won’t even know you’re here. C’mon, stay.”

“She’s got those three smelly little things sleeping with her now.” He looked sourly in the direction of the bedroom. “I can see them from here. Beady little eyes. Pointy little heads. Guardians at the gates of hell. I hate little dogs.”

I snorted. “Their eyes are closed. They’re sleepin’, too. Let’s have a nightcap.” I suggested, brushing aside his objections. “You can share my bed. Nothin’ there but a stuffed cat and some pillows. And, you can tell me all about livin’ in Los Angeles.”

“Stuffed cat,” he repeated. “Hansel or Gretel?”

“Hansel. Gretel’s out in the family room with the trees and Grandmamma.”

“I don’t know how you live here. “

“It’s not hard. Mama’s in bed by 8:30. Takes a sleepin’ pill most nights. Sleeps like the dead ‘cept on those nights when she don’t. She’s got cable. Internet. She pays for everythin’. It’s pretty easy.”

He glanced skyward, then back at me. “Does the bathroom still smell all funereally-lily-of-the-valley-like? I don’t even know why I ask. Nothing ever changes here. God, every time I’d take a shit it was like dung and flowers. Makes me want to aspirate thinking about it.”

“Then don’t think about it.” I responded wrinkling my nose at him.

“What in holy-hell are those?” He peered intently at the dead trees in the family room. They hadn’t been here when he left.

“Shh,” I said afraid his raised voice would wake Mama. “Christmas trees, I told ya’. Well, used to be anyway. Just dried up ole Frasers Firs now. Constantly droppin’ needles too, but Mama won’t let me get rid of ‘em. Stupid dogs try to chew ‘em, then they end up throwin’ up everywhere. There’s little red Gretel on the couch. See her? And Grandmama in her rockin’ chair.”

“Hi Grandmama!” Ricky said sotto voce and waved exaggeratedly. “Eh, no response. She hasn’t said a word to me in years. I used to be her favorite.”

“Ricky!” I giggled, glad he was here.

We’d been each other’s only source of understanding growing up. Keeping family secrets, sharing the black humor that had to go with it in order to survive. The few texts and phone calls I got from him a year were never enough. Especially after our sister Jenny died. It was so good to see him again. Maybe he’d even stay for supper tomorrow.

“One—two—eight trees?” he was counting as he spoke.

“Two more in the den,” I informed him. “So, tell me, what’s new in L.A.’s corporate advertisin’ scene? Which movie stars have you seen lately?”

“You know these are fire hazards,” he said, sounding concerned, ignoring my attempts at conversation. “These are more trees than the years I’ve been gone. What happen? Did you and she decide to double up on holiday cheer?” he asked caustically. Sometimes he could be harsh.

“You’re soundin’ more and more like a Yankee livin’ out west.” I said, accusingly. “Not much anymore like my big brother.”

“Still him, darlin’,” he said donning a slight twang.

Walking around the edge of the kitchen he leaned over the worn terrazzo counter that opened up into the family room, peered in and said, “You know, we could light a match. This place would go up like dry tinder. Fitting end to the House of The Living Dead, ‘you ask me. Watch’a say? Mama doesn’t weigh much. I’ll haul ‘er over my shoulder and carry her out. Wouldn’t want that on our conscience, too. But let’s leave the mini-hotdog hounds to smolder and burn. I hate little dogs,” he said disgustedly, yet again.

I walked quietly over to stand by him, ignoring his rant. “My therapist says she’s got attachment issues. Gets worse as she gets older.”

“Yeah? And what does your therapist say about you, little sis?”

“Says I’m enabling her. What am I supposed to do?”

“Leave,” he said seriously. There was no banter in his voice now. The conversation had suddenly turned serious.

“Like you did?” It was an accusation. I hated how it sounded, but I couldn’t help it. “Why don’t you try not hatin’ her, Ricky? Maybe you hate her ‘cause you hate your part in it. But you had a part. We all did. We were just children, but we all played a part. Here,” I said, handing him a gin and tonic. “Drink up. Try and relax.”

“But we are not children now, Franky,” he said taking the glass. “You’ve lived here so long you think this is normal. Dead trees in the family room, stuffed cats in the bedroom, Grandmama in her rocking chair, Morticia for a mother. Franky, other people don’t live like this.”

“Ricky, It’s Jenny’s birthday tomorrow. Please stay for the supper. You’ve missed it for the last four years. Don’t miss the birthday again, Rick. It really upsets her.”

“I know what day it is, Franky. And, I don’t care about upsetting her!”

“Ricky, is that really you?” A female called from the bedroom doorway, small vestiges of drowsiness still in her voice. “Oh, my Lord, Ricky! Boys, it’s Ricky!”

Twelve sets of canine nails clipped noisily across the wood parquet floor, straight over to sniff at my brother’s pant leg. I saw him shake his right leg slightly, then give a sideways kick hitting Silus, the more aggressive of the three, in the stomach. With an “oof” the little dog skittered sideways just a little, only to return undeterred to continue sniffing at Ricky’s feet.

“Now, hush, boys,” Mama said to the dogs. “Ricky, let them get to know you, darlin.’”

He looked at me, not bothering to lower his voice, his drawl deepening with anger, “I thought y’said she slept like the dead. Dammit, I hate little dogs.” He shook his leg again, this time more vehemently. The trio scattered like rats, scurrying, clipping sideways across the floor to stand cautiously just a few feet away.

“Hi, Mama,” he said sounding resigned.

“Mama,” I said nervously, “We didn’t hear you get up.”

“Ricky Joe!” Mama ignored me. Her long coarse black hair streaked heavily with gray, disheveled as always, and wearing her usual white floor length nightgown, she padded over to us, barefoot. “You came for your sister’s 28th birthday!” She sounded downright elated. “Franky, you didn’t tell me he was comin’. You always were the sneaky child. My handsome boy,” she addressed him, pulling him toward her. He had no choice but to bend down, as she reached up. Mama planted a kiss on my brother’s cheek, then patted the place where her lips had been lovingly with her hand. “My boy is home, at last.”

“Darlin’,” Mama said to me, “I’m having a hard time sleepin’, must be tomorrow’s excitement. Can you get me a tiny scotch in that crystal highball that used to be your Daddy’s? Now it is a darn shame he’s buried at the cemetery in Dunwoody. We might’ve had the whole family here tomorrow!” She turned back to Ricky then, grabbed his hand, looked up into his light grey eyes so like her own. “Uncle Henry and Cousin Viv, they’re comin’ too, Ricky.

“Open the freezer, Francesca Jane, give your brother a sneak peek at the special dish we have got for tomorrow night’s supper,” Mama said impatiently. Fully awake, her eyes now alert with that strange manic intensity and zeal of enthusiasm Ricky and I had been so wary of as kids. She spoke casually, with the slow aplomb so common to our Southern Georgian drawl. “Your sister here, bless her heart, got the recipe from the internet for me. She’s using that new hi-fi we had installed. Why, you can find anything on there! But, I could never have found it on my own. You’ve got to know how to—”

“Mama, I keep tellin’ ya,’ it’s Wi-Fi, not ‘hi-fi,’” I said tiredly.

“What the hell you talkin’ about Mama?” Ricky interrupted. He was visibly upset now and getting angrier. “Uncle Henry’s dead, and Vivian lives in Vermont now, remember? Franky, how—do—you—let—this—go—on?” My brother flung each word so forcefully at me, it sounded like bullets shooting from a pistol.

“Oh,” Mama muttered, pointing her finger at nowhere, forehead crinkling. “I have gotten that wrong then. Franky, who did you say was comin’ tomorrow?”

“Mama, please, go back to bed.” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.

“Francesca Jane,” Mama insisted, “Let your brother say hello to his sister first!”

I didn’t move. Didn’t know what to do.

This was definitely not how I had envisioned the evening.

I should have known it would come to this.

“Fine,” Mama said with finality, “I’ll just get her myself. Ricky, she’s just a beautiful work of art this year. When workin’ with brains, it is important to remember that they essentially have no flavor—we learned that from the Internet—although their texture is delightfully creamy and rich. Which is why the flavor of the aspic and the Montpellier butter becomes so very important. Isn’t that what we learned, Franky? You know, I am really likin’ that Internet. Such practical know-how and advice available on there. You just have to know how to look. And, that hi-fi you had me install, Franky, is so convenient.”

“Wi-Fi Mama!”

Her small form brushed past me, opening the refrigerator door. Her eyes still lit with a fever from within. “Ah, here she is! After 10 years, you wouldn’t think there’d be enough of her left, but there’s still a good bit. My baby, she was such an intelligent child. ‘Remember me,’ she said when she was dying, ‘Have a little snack of me every year on my birthday.’ And, that’s exactly what we did. You remember when you kids were still teenagers we used to call ‘em Jenny Patties? Better than the cat patties we served up at your high school’s Hallowe’en Harvest Fest when you were a junior, Ricky, remember? Our own private trick or treat! Nobody could tell the difference between the cat patties and the cow patties, but if they’d been Jenny patties they would have known! My own angel, Jenny Elaina. Born and died on the Lord’s birthday.”

“Mama, please,” I implored. Ricky was looking decidedly pallid. He’d thought this long over. Yeah, well, think again, Rick. You can’t just put your past in a box, move away, and pretend it doesn’t exist just because you aren’t livin’ it anymore. I still live it every day. Somebody‘s got to keep order ‘round here, and that somebody’s been me since you left.

“I really wanted to stuff her head,” Mama continued, unperturbed, “like we did with Hansel and Gretel. Jenny had such beautiful long hair, remember? So straight and black, like a gypsy’s. But Franky, she said we’d waited too long for that,” Mama gave a slight rueful moue. “So, we pickled her big green eyes and jellied her beautiful brain! And look,” Mama held the brown curd-like half-frozen mold aloft gleefully like a culinary prize at the Georgia State Fair. “How delicious is this gonna be?! She’s a delicacy!”

“Ok, Mama,” I said grabbing the mold from her, “let me have that now, it’s not finished sett’lin’ yet. We gotta put it back in or else it won’t be ready by tomorrow night,” I tried reasoning.

Ricky’s eyes were buggy, staring at me. “What?” I said, annoyed. “Careful or we’ll pickle you, too,” I added perversely.

He was not amused. “Whadaya mean ‘whaaat?’” He snarled back at me, his carefully constructed western pitch forgotten.

Suddenly, we were 11 and 14 again.

“What’m I suppose to do with her?” I asked.

“Well for starters commit ‘er, not help ‘er!”

“Now Ricky, that’s just not that easy. What about the neighbors? Can you imagine the gossip? Poor Mama dragged through the mud that way.” I clicked my tongue, “Is that really what you want for her in her last years? ‘Sides, it’s not like she’s harmin’ anyone, really.” I looked thoughtfully down at the mold. “It really is gonna be a very tasty dish.”

“You’ve become as bat-shit crazy as she is. ‘Ricky spend th’ night’…’Ricky stay fer dinner,’” he continued, mimicking me. “When the bloody hell were ya gonna tell me I’d be eatin’ my dead sister’s brains for dinner?”

“It wouldn’t be the first-time, now would it? And, you’re in the deep south now, Ricky Joe, it ain’t dinner here, it’s supper!”

Writer M.G. Poe grew up in Miami, and now makes her home in the City of Angeles. With over 12 years-experience as a commercial and content copywriter for the radio, retail, and landscape architecture industries, she is not ashamed to admit that she can still crank out copy under deadline in two hours or less. She holds an MFA in Creative Non-Fiction from Antioch University Los Angeles, and a BA in Telecommunications-Management from Florida International University. Her non-fiction articles, political discourses, and short stories have been published in numerous publications.

Her loves include wine, travel, music, California culture, politics, and all things feline. She believes in Law of Attraction, anarchy Ursula Le Guin-style, and likes to ponder the peculiarities of the Quantum, especially when working on her current project, a novel about time travel, the multi-universe and the nature of existence. She is also an award-winning jewelry designer producing works under the name of Mac Originals.

Find M.G. Poe at her blog: Life Re-Viewed at 308CherryLane.wordpress.com, and follow her on Instagram @darkvikingqueen and on Twitter @arbitraryphoton