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I'm not a bad guy! I work hard, and I love everyone in Mondstadt. So why should I spend half my Sunday hearing about how I'm going to hell?!

Bennett

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Mark of the Vampire (1935) Tod Browning

November 30th 2022

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His Rose ~ Part 5

(Kai Parker x Bennett OC fanfiction)

content warnings/tags ~ Dark fiction, murder, abuse, trauma, angst, self-harm, manipulation, dubcon, CNC, smut, edging, degradation, overstim, squirting, bondage, oral (f/m receiving), rough sex, age gap, unhealthy!dom/sub dynamics. Minors DNI

I don't claim ownership of The Vampire Diaries or its characters. All credits go to the rightful owner(s). I only own my original character(s).

Word count: 4.5k

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A chill crept up her spine, not unlike when she first arrived at the house. Kai’s presence always comforts her when she feels unease, but now that she was alone the silence was eerie, like the house itself was waiting to unleash its hidden secrets. 

Kai left to run some errands while Rose prepared dinner. Once the roast was in the oven, she was left with only her thoughts and a burning curiosity so she wanted to do some exploring of her own to pass the time.

She wandered the empty halls. At the very end of the upper corridor was a door unlike the others, slightly tucked away into a dimly lit corner, half shadowed. The closer she got, the more she noticed how unique it was with its old peeling white paint and rusted hinges. 

She glanced down at the padlock before giving the door a brief shake just to confirm that it was  locked, making her all the more suspicious of what was being kept on the other side. 

The kitchen alarm blared downstairs, it was time to check the roast but she was in no rush. It was cooking in the oven - low and slow - and still needed at least two more hours anyway. Besides, the alarms in her head were much louder, urging her forward. Still she indecisively chewed at the inner flesh of her cheek while contemplating turning back - spending her time in any other way - but her nosiness won out. There was no actual threat because it was just her and Kai but she knew if Bonnie were there, she’d tell her to follow her gut. Instincts had never steared a Bennett wrong before. right?

She closed her eyes with her hand outstretched toward the door and focused on the padlock as she uttered the chant, motus.

The lock burst in half with a loud pop, making her jump - always surprising herself with her own abilities. It appears her lessons with Kai are paying off. 

She kicked aside the metal and slowly opened up to a narrow staircase. Each step offered a foreboding creak as she continued her careful ascent until reaching the attic. It was dark but she could feel how cramped the space was. Still she managed, barely making out the pull chain hanging from the exposed lightbulb on the ceiling. It illuminated the room with a dull amber light that flickered at first.

The attic looked like the scene of a crime. Debris and glass crunched under her sneakers as she walked. The cramped space filled with broken furniture strewn across the floor, a pile of sheets beside a bare mattress and posters torn from the walls. There was a small room off the side of the main space that she thought was a closet but upon closer inspection was a bathroom. 

The space appeared to be somewhat habitable, as if the attic wasn’t just for storage.

Someone lived up here. The thought made her stomach turn.

The only direct access to natural light was a small circular window with only a thin slit between a pair of wooden boards nailed into place. Even before whatever rampage happened up here, it couldn’t have been a pleasant stay for its host with its splintered wood floors and low ceilings.

She gazed up at a half torn poster of Pamela Anderson in her iconic red one-piece in front of the lifeguard tower. The bottom half was torn clean off and what remained hung diagonally from a singular push pin. Kai loved Baywatch, so it immediately reminded her of him. He was always talking about his favorite TV shows, classics to her, like Baywatch, the Simpsons and Ren & Stimpy. 

Over on the desk, she found a small polaroid, carefully picking it up so as not to cut her hand on the small shards of glass scattered over it. 

It was Kai with his arm around a thin girl with very fair skin and cropped dark hair. She gave a slight grin into the camera, but it didn't reach her eyes. It was odd.

Rose flipped it over and read the message on the back.

From Mel, 1994

-Don’t lose hope.

She placed it down with a shaky breath as the questions mounted in her mind. Kai wasn’t very open about his past, often avoiding intimate details all together and becoming distant when she even slightly pressed. If this was his home, she now saw why he wasn’t forthcoming. This was… disturbing.

Across the room was a lopsided tapestry but she looked closer and noticed what was underneath it. Moving the tapestry aside uncovered hundreds of little lines etched into the wall with what appeared to be a blade, marks like tally’s on a cell wall - counting down each day of a prisoner’s sentence. 

A lump formed in her throat when she bent down. What looked to be Malachai was crossed out with deep haphazard cuts. Abomination carved several times in a row then black sheep, defective closely followed by a word that was etched out so deeply she couldn't make it out. Her heart sank as she touched it, feeling his raw anguish in the jagged edges of each line.

“What are you doing?” the sound of his voice sliced through her thoughts.

She spun around to him - his brows knit harshly over his narrowed eyes. He looked right through her, staring at the wall.

“I was just walking around and I.. ” her words fell off as he brushed past her and took hold of the tapestry. His jaw ticked tightly and the blood rose to his ears as he stressed the tapestry to cover the wall, as if it could erase what she’d already seen.

“Kai—"

He huffed and shrugged her off, not even looking back to acknowledge her. His withdrawn behavior concerningly unfamiliar to her.

"Get out. Now." he muttered.

“Can we talk for a minute?” She tried to be firm, but her words came out waveringly. His mind seemed trapped in a place she couldn’t reach, her voice echoing around him but not penetrating and that scared her. She was desperate to pull him back.

She closed the space between them. “Kai, it’s going to be okay.”

But, it wasn’t. 

Each mark was a reminder of each day he spent confined on his own. No matter what he did the carvings peaked out, taunting him like an unavoidable reminder of his past, his weakness she now knew about. He lost control of the narrative nd that loss made him frantic. 

For one last desperate attempt, he gave the tapestry a hard yank from the bottom and it gave, entirely ripping through the rusted nail and falling at his feet in a heap.

“GODDAMMIT!” he raged, tearing erratically at it until it came apart in scraps. 

“Kai, stop! Stop it!” She tried to grab him, but he whirled around so fast, she flung into the dresser. 

“I said GET OUT! What part of that don’t you understand!” he shouted. 

Her words caught in her throat. She rubbed her arm and took hesitant steps back, stalling momentarily for him to calm down, change his mind, perhaps open up but all he offered was a cold dismissive glower before turning his back and balling the tapestry into tight fists. She dashed down the stairs to her room and slammed the door.

Rose sank to the ground, hugging her knees to her chest, replaying the last few minutes in her head. She was left with more questions than she ever had before and a painful gnawing in her chest.

“fuck. fuck. fuck,” Kai went into a full blown panic, raking his hands through his hair and yanking impulsively before dragging them down his face. He cursed himself for not wiping the room clean like he did the rest of the house, all the family photos, albums and heirlooms he could get his hands on were burned in a symbolic fire in the pit in the woods behind the house, save the ascendant.  As for the attic, he just put the lock on the door, hoping it would keep her out while allowing him to avoid the visual reminders of the most painful parts of his past. Now he had no idea what she saw.

Weeks of meticulous planning - years of waiting on an opportunity, gone - right down the drain!

It wasn’t completely hopeless, he reminded himself.

There was always plan B. 

But that was a lot messier.

He could salvage this. He just needed to think. There wasn’t enough room to pace, not even to breathe once the walls began to suffocate him like they used to. He froze for a moment before he remembered he was free to leave so he did.

Kai was sitting on the porch swing, toying with his little pine cone that he collected on his walk. The sun was setting low when she found him. Rose opened the screen door and sat down. Not a word passed between them for the first few minutes, both unsure of what to say until she spoke up. 

“I’m so sorry, Kai.”

He gave a sore chuckle, finally looking up. “You’re apologizing? I’m the one who messed up. I shouldn’t have freaked out on you… it’s just- I promised myself a long time ago that I’d never go up there again.” 

“You never told me this was your family home—”

“—coven,” he interrupted shortly, “They were never a family to me.” His gaze went hard and distant.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” 

He heaved a sigh, “I didn’t want to scare you. You saw what it’s like up there, and that’s just the beginning. You can’t put a pretty bow on my past, so I figured it was better to leave out the grim details.”

“You don’t have to worry about that. I know how ugly the truth can be sometimes. My mom kept my witch side from me my entire life and when she finally told me the truth I hated her for it, but once the cat was out of the bag, I realized quickly that being a witch meant I’d have to grow up really fast and lose the people I’ve always had by my side. I guess what I’m saying is I understand where you’re coming from, but I wish you’d understand that you don’t have to hide from me. I know it's hard, but I want to know you, the real you,” she spoke earnestly, offering a comforting nudge of her foot.

Kai paused a moment before turning to her, “I was cut off from my siblings so I wouldn’t hurt them with my ‘deformity’ or be a visual reminder to guests of my family’s disgrace. The lock was put on by my father. Sometimes I was left up there for days - sometimes weeks at a time, and I’d just listen to my siblings play or watch them from the window. He caught me watching once and boarded it up - I guess so I wouldn’t get any ideas..” 

Her heart broke for him.

“I stole my dad’s hunting knife when I was like - 13 and I was going to kill myself that night, but I wouldn’t bring myself to do it… so I started carving the wall.. and my skin.”

He turned his palm upwards and moved his layered bracelets to reveal the dull scars on the otherwise smooth skin along his wrist. 

“I’m not crazy, but after being up there for so long, I couldn’t even feel time passing anymore. I couldn’t feel anything.. and the pain made me feel.. Something.” His voice faltered.

He noticed her eyes threatening to spill over from his words. 

“I’m sorry.”

“No.. baby, no. It’s just - I had no idea.” 

She reached out to him, finally giving in to the mounting need to hold him close. 

He melted into her touch. They stay this way for a minute until she felt his breathing steady. She pulled away to make sure he saw her eyes when she said, “You’re not crazy, you’re not defective, and you’re not an abomination.” 

He sighed and she cupped his cheeks, “Kai, you can tell me anything, understand? You’re safe with me. There’s nothing you could tell me that could scare me away.” 

At this, he broke a smile but not for the reasons she would’ve thought. The irony was slightly comical in his demented mind. She still didn’t know the half of his dark history and her promise was one that he knew she wouldn’t keep when came down to it. 

“No more secrets, okay? You have to promise me.”

He raised his pinky with a lighthearted grin, “I promise, no more secrets.”

“No more secrets,” she repeated, locking pinkies tightly. 

They head inside to reheat and enjoy their dinner. After clearing his plate at least three times and making sure their leftovers wouldn’t last the week, he set the dishes in the washer while she put away what was left. 

“Can I ask you a question?” she said after shutting the fridge. 

“Shoot.”

She thought back to the photo she found earlier. “Who’s Mel?” 

“My cousin. Mel was the only person in this house who didn’t hate me. We were actually kinda close.” He reminisced with a genuine smile. 

Feelings are hard, a fact Kai knew all too well but never let himself dwell long enough on the past or the emotions that came with it. Everything was balled up and locked away in the tiny attic of his mind and - all except the anger. But his rage served a purpose, like a flame that fueled his undying vendetta to return to the world and take back what’s rightfully his. Kai could always anticipate a sort of cathartic satisfaction in the aftermath of his retaliation - and that was his favorite part. 

He believed it to be easy to manipulate Rose as long as he kept fucking the thoughts out of her head - keep her compliant and blissfully ignorant -  and it was all going to plan until she pulled a move he didn’t anticipate. Poking past locked doors, nearly ruining his plans decades in the making, forcing him to tread back through his memories up in that attic. A lifetime of buried trauma assaulted him all at once and for a moment his expertly curated mask fell right in front of her. 

Luckily for him, he was able to spin the narrative in his favor, however pitiful it was, he was given the opportunity to show a sort of vulnerability that made the naive girl endear to him even more than before. 

And now Rose held him close, offering a loving touch in the way her soft fingers caressed the nape of his neck up through his short tresses and back again, tugging ever so gently at the roots, a cycle that made him almost curl into her and purr with satisfaction. She knew how to soothe him and he hated that he loved it, but worst of all he hated the way she weakened him. His mind quietly churning with ways to punish her for it. 

Playing nice was one thing but he drew the line at the cliched broken boyfriend that she heals with the power of love. The thought repulsed him. So he decided on a different route - risky, sure, but all the more satisfying. He’d make her pay for the trouble she caused and give her a taste of what he’s truly capable of. 

“Do you wanna try something new tonight?” 

Her hand paused in its ministrations. The question piqued her interest as she peered up into his stormy blues, blissfully unaware of the sadistic plot brewing behind them. 

His smile reassured her.

“I do,” she replied.

“Is this okay?” He asked whilst he bound her wrists together with utility rope. 

She swallowed, her chest trembling slightly with each exhale.

“..yes...” 

“..You scared?” 

“Not at all. I trust you.” 

That was your first mistake.

He fastened her wrists tight before securing them around the middle slat of the headboard to keep from moving.

“Not even a little scared?” He teased with a grin.

She shook her head, trying not to show it but the anticipation made goosebumps prickle across her skin and arousal pool between her throbbing lips. This was her first time being fully restrained, feeling how tight the rope was with each experimental tug of her wrists.

He leaned down and kissed her hard. 

God this is gonna be fun.

Kai pulled his shirt over his head, allowing her to drink in his lean torso. Abs carved all the way down to a defined v-line, a thin happy trail of dark hair that disappeared behind denim shorts. She doesn’t have long to appreciate the view before he dropped to sear hot kisses into her neck and collarbone, biting and sucking dutifully at the swell of each breast hard enough to litter them with fresh marks before soothing over the aching flesh with his tongue. 

Her back arched when he sucked a perked bud between his lips. He reached down to give her pussy some attention. Stroking along the dimple between her swollen lips through the damp fabric.

“Aughh.. Kaiiii…” she whined, so consumed by her own neediness that the mistake slipped past her lips. But, it wasn’t lost on him and she became deeply aware of that when his fingers moved too close around her neck, jerking her up until they bumped noses.

“What did you just call me?” He growled. Her wide eyes picking up a hint of a scowl in his that made her pulse quicken.

“.. huh? .. ohhh no… m’ sorry..” She whimpered. 

“You’re sorry… you’re sowry, huh?” He mocked cruelly.

Not yet you’re not. 

“Yes… daddy.. I forgot.”

He caressed her cheek, a misleadingly tender gesture for what he had intended. “That's alright sweets, I’ll make sure you never forget again.”

The next second he was pulling off her panties and tossing them to an obscure corner of the room. She reeled when he started rubbing her bare clit - already pulsing, glistening, so worked up she could cum at any moment but he’s too precise, his tongue darting out the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on her response. Everytime she came close, he changed the pattern or stopped altogether. 

“..Gahhhdd.. You’re teasing!” she bucked her hips in frustration, chasing his elusive fingers.

“Hush. You’ll cum when I say so,” he husked, punctuating his words with a harsh slap to her cunt, her lips stinging upon impact before he rubbed them in sloppy circles. She tenses before he smacks her again, her legs go taut and threaten to close on him but he’s too quick to grip her thigh and hold it open for him to slide a finger into her sopping hole. A second followed, then a third joined the others. Hardly waiting for her to adjust to his thick digits, taking his pleasure in making her stretch around half his hand as they pumped in and out of her.

She gasped and grimaced. The pain mixed with the pleasurable fullness of taking more of him than she ever had before, bringing her deliciously close as she curled forward to give into it. 

filthy little slut, sucking my fingers in so deep.

He withdrew his digits completely as she sank back down with a groan. 

“Pleaseee..” she uttered weakly.

He took to brush at her inner thigh, spreading her sticky arousal across supple trembling flesh, his eyes holding pity. 

“Now, is that really the best you can do for me, babe? C’mon, if you really wanna cum that badly, you’ve gotta try harder than that.. beg me.” He shook his head, mindlessly rolling her puffy pearl.

“Nhmm! PLEASE..PLEASE.. PLEASE.. Daddy.. I-I- need- you- mm- please.. please.. p-please let me cum..  pleaseee..” Rose sobbed until her voice went hoarse. 

Tears already? Poor fucking crybaby, so pathetic you’re actually drooling and begging me to let you cum.

Her desperate attempts to struggle nearly moved him to offer an ounce of mercy her way, but that wasn’t his style.

Kai groaned and sucked her clit while finger-fucking her molten core. 

“FUCKKkk…” 

His fingertips pumped through her spongey walls, creating the lewdest wettest sounds, setting a brutal pace that he doesn’t break. He felt her clench dangerously around him.

“daddyyy…pl-” 

“Fucking cum for me, princess.. hhmm….. that’s it let it out, babe..” he talked her through it.

She obeyed, crying out as he held her tight through deep tremors, not at all halting his movements, her walls spasming around wet fingers that only seemed to speed up once lubricated in her milky release. 

She spiraled a second time from a mixture of aftershock and his undying diligence.

“s’ too much.. i can’t..” she cried and struggled fruitlessly, the rope cut into her wrists until they’re raw. 

His grip on her pelvis started to hurt, the stretch of his fingers burned as more tears streamed down her temples and cheeks. She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to fight it, focusing on anything other than the merciless demon between her legs making her tense and clench around him.

“Open those pretty eyes, princess.”  He slapped her cunt and laughed when she whimpered. He wasn’t letting her off that easy.

Her body restrained and spread out for him as he tormented her with one orgasm after another, her sweet desperation saturating his tongue, softening the path of his fingers. His warm blood flows to his cock, feeling painfully restrained behind his denim shorts.

Rose barely got a moment of relief when he pulled away before he bullied his cock into her, swallowing her moans in a savage kiss of clashing tongues, dominating her mouth before he sucks her lips and nips at her neck, kissing and licking the tears from her face as she held him like a vice, keening and squeezing him. 

“Such a fuckin whore for me.. taking everything I give you.”

“I-I'm not a whore—” she gasped.

He shoved his thumb in her mouth to silence her. 

“You’re my whore, my fucking cocksleeve and like a well trained little pet you’ll do whatever I tell you.. you’ll cum whenever I tell you.. hell - you’re gonna’ come right now, aren't you?” he finished with an animalistic grunt, growing sloppy.

He hooked her legs over his shoulders, rutting deeper when he looked down and noticed the taut skin of her belly rising slightly with each thrust. He explored with his fingers, pressing down on the little bulge as she whined, her nails digging into her wrists. 

She could do nothing but collapse into the next wave, mouth falling open, core gushing and a thin spray of slick coating his lower torso. 

“.. d’ you just squirt?.. ts’ so fucking hot..” He exhaled, rubbing her bud until she gasped and a light sprinkle joined the others on the damp sheets. 

That was her first time and she hungered for more, pure ecstasy took over as her body fully submits to his.

She gave an appreciative smile before sucking his finger and earning an approving hum. 

“My girl..”

She swelled with pride. lids hooded in a cockdrunk stupor.

The last of her strength gave out with one final detonation. Her eyes rolled back and her head lulled to the side.

Oh shit.

He made her lose consciousness - wrists melting into the rope from her dead weight. He didn’t get to cum before untieing her, having to end their oh-so satisfying torture session right when it was getting good but it was worth it just to watch her writhe.

Her eyes fluttered open. His hands take care to rub the aching skin of her wrists in small circles.

“You’re okay? Took it too far, huh?” He purposely softened his eyes.

She leaned up to kiss him, a brief smooch so she get back to staring at him in all his glory. Despite all he gave her, all she could think about was more.  

Her eyes locked onto his member, stiff and flushed with need.

“you didn’t cum?” She pouted.

“No. I didn’t want to wear you out.. too bad.. but that's alright, we can just go to bed and I’ll get some you water—” he moved to rise from the bed but she grabbed his arm. She’s eye level with it, appreciating the beauty of his generous length, a head that swelled to a pretty pink hue. 

“Can I..?” 

“Think you can handle it, sweets?” He leaned back with a short laugh. Her voice strained and breathy yet she won’t stop.

Rose reached out and dragged her tongue down his slit, tasting her sweet juices mixed with his salty precum. She felt him shiver, so she repeated. 

Who is this girl?

Her lips enveloped the tip, eyes flicking up at him. Bright hazel orbs, contrasting with his darkened blues as he watched her carefully. Then she released it with an audible pop. “I dunno’, I'm not sure I can fit it all..” she cheekily grinned, he felt so much thicker in her hand. 

“Now who’s teasing? Be a good girl now.” Kai groans, lightly bucking his hips toward her. 

She giggled and began dragging her tongue along the thick vein that ran the length of his cock. She took him as far back as she could, rolling her hand along what she couldn’t fit. Picking up a steady rhythm, she took more as she relaxed her throat. His hand gripped the back of her head, moving faster as tears fell from her lashes, saliva fully coating her chin. 

She watched his face contort with pleasure. There was something about asserting herself and watching him unravel for her that made her leak with fresh arousal.

His soft grunts, laced with short curses as he felt his balls tighten. He pushed her down on his shaft as he twitched against her tonsils.

“Rose—” he grunts.

Thick ropes of cum coat her tongue and throat. He withdrew from her and some dripped out the side of her mouth. Before her tongue could dart out, he caught it on the pad of his thumb. Without missing a beat, she sucked it into her mouth, releasing it once clean. 

He exhaled sharply, “you blow my mind, Rosy.”

[grantmentis]

Greg Fargo, new PWHL New York coach, qualifications and interesting facts:

2008-2012 Elmira College Women’s Hockey Coach (DIII) ECAC West coach of the year 2009 and two time nominee for for AHCA Coach of the Year

Colgate women’s hockey head coach from 2012 to now winning AHCA coach of the year in 2018 and ECAC coach of the year in 2021. He helped Colgate win their first ECAC championship and then two more. Led the program to their first two frozen four apperances in 2018 and 2024

Assistant coach for the Canadian women’s hockey u-18 team in 2016

Some notable past players he coached/helped develop in college who aren’t in this draft: Annika Zalewski, Breanna Wilson-Bennett, Olivia Zafuto, Jessie Eldridge, Catherine Quirion, Bailey Larson, Malia Schneider, Tanner Gates, Rosalie Demers, Kristýna Kaltounková, Avery Pickering, Elyssa Biederman, Sydney Morrow,

Current PWHL draft prospects that Fargo had coached: Noemi Neubauerová, Danielle Serdachny, Sydney Bard, Dara Greig, Allyson Simpson, Kayle Osborne, Kaitlyn O’Donohoe

[rededgeevents]

Welcome Aboard Red Edge Residents! We're excited to have you with us. Below the cut you'll find your room assignments. SURPRISE! Everyone gets their own room!

Each room has a living room, and a hot tub on the balcony.

Deck 12

Cyrus Thompson - Room 1204

Kyle Hale - Room 1210

Donald Keller - Room 1212

Marisol Monroe - Room 1218

Lana & Noah Rodgers - Room 1220

Teddy Winston - Room 1222

Tyler Dupont - Room 1224

Thea Murphy - Room 1226

Damon Henderson - Room 1228

Emmett Hills - Room 1230

Melody Hastings - Room 1232

Juliette Maddox - Room 1234

Beau Williams - Room 1250

Flynn Gilbert - Room 1252

Leighton Whitlock - Room 1264

Jeremy Fellows - Room 1268

Max Turner - Room 1278

Luke Myers - Room 1280

Maverick Anderson - Room 1286

Elliot Booker - Room 1288

Klaus Richards - Room 1290

Lucas Roden - Room 1294

Anastasia Hill - Room 1298

Deck 13

Bonnie Brooks - Room 1308

Jax King - Room 1310

Katerina Lopez - Room 1318

Alejandro Fuentes - Room 1328

Silas Rivers - Room 1330

Calliope Adams - Room 1332

Jayce King - Room 1334

Rosalie Collins - Room 1342

Marc Hall - Room 1344

Declan Mitchell - Room 1348

Atlas Quinn - Room 1340

Shane Nichols - Room 1356

Valentina Lopez - Room 1360

Paris Astor - Room 1366

Eric Rose - Room 1368

Nicole Balliol - Room 1370

Pogue O'Connor - Room 1372

Lucia Rossi - Room 1376

Serena Bennett - Room 1380

Isabella Santos - Room 1384

Emma Eklund - Room 1386

Brooke Barlow - Room 1390

Jasmine Harris - Room 1392

Deck 14

Ocean Simmons - Room 1406

Petra Cromwell - Room 1408

Elena Dawson - Room 1418

Ivy Fitzgerald - Room 1420

Aurora Thomson & Chase Knight - Room 1422

Elijah Cavannaugh - Room 1432

Sienna Johnson - Room 1434

Kinsley Argent - Room 1438

Killian Quinn - Room 1442

Kennedy Simpson - Room 1444

Caleb Peace - Room 1446

Mila-Jae Monroe - Room 1448

Austin Barnes - Room 1452

Mariana Florez - Room 1454

Lydia Brown - Room 1460

Tanner Sommers - Room 1462

Autumn Hawthorne - Room 1464

Alexa White & Wyatt Baker - Room 1466

Kiara Langford - Room 1468

Illiana Fuentes - Room 1470

Brittany Miller - Room 1472

Paco Florez - Room 1480

Emersyn Michaels - Room 1482

TJ Cohen - Room 1484

Devin Carter - Room 1486

Kirby Sinclair - Room 1488

Freya Smith - Room 1490

Sloane Ross - Room 1492

Logan Slater - Room 1494

[jesterlesbian]

i made a playlist of all the needle drops (in order) in fellow travelers!

list of all songs under the cut

If It's Magic - Stevie Wonder

Pretend - Nat King Cole

Rags to Riches - Tony Bennett

You Turned the Tables On Me - Anita O'Day

'Tain't Nobody's Business - Billie Holiday

Land of Love - Nat King Cole, as performed by Chelsea Russell as Stormé DeLarverie

I Couldn't Say It To Your Face - Arthur Russell

Take the "A" Train - Duke Ellington

The Train Kept-a-Rollin' - Tiny Bradshaw

Kiss of Fire - Georgia Gibbs

Four - Miles Davis

Walk The Night - Skatt Bros

Blue And Grey Shirt - American Music Club

Mad About the Boy - song by Noël Coward, as performed by Chelsea Russell as Stormé DeLarverie

Lover, Come Back To Me! - Nat King Cole

Don't Let The Stars Get In Your Eyes - Perry Como

Please Love Me - B.B. King

Ain't This A Wonderful Day? - Anita O'Day

Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps - Doris Day

The Great Pretender - Freddie Mercury

Dig That Crazy Santa Claus - Oscar McLollie

Good Morning Blues - Count Basie

Heartache - Violent Femmes

Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt

The Christmas Blues - Dean Martin

Silent Night - Klaus Nomi

Speak Low - Ella Fitzgerald & Joe Pass

Leap Frog - Charlie Parker

Out - Steven Grossman

Pictures of Matchstick Men - Status Quo

The Letter - The Box Tops

I Thank You - Sam & Dave

Loving Grows Up Slow - Sylvester

Boys Keep Swinging - David Bowie

Relight My Fire - Dan Hartman

You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) - Sylvester

Found a Cure (12" Disco Mix) - Ashford & Simpson

MacArthur Park - Donna Summer

Maggot Brain - Funkadelic

They Are Falling All Around Me - Michael Callen

I Look At You - Johnny Mathis

I Can Dream About You - Dan Hartman

Love Is Overtaking Me - Arthur Russell

[piratewithvigor]

AEW Roster Organized By Age (& events, for context)

Source: Smackdown Hotel

Jan 3 1952 - Jim Ross

Feb 8 1952 - Elizabeth II crowned

May 30 1955 - Jake Roberts

Nov 3 1957 - Laika becomes first animal in space

Nov 7 1957 - Tony Schiavone

May 13 1958 - Velcro is patented

Sep 20 1958 - Arn Anderson

Mar 20 1959 - Sting

Jun 12 1963 - Jerry Lynn

Jul 1 1963 - ZIP codes are introduced in the US

Oct 13 1963 - Don Callis

Nov 11 1963 - Daddy Ass

Apr 14 1967 - Jeff Jarrett

May 9 1967 - Kevin Kelly

Oct 11 1967 - Taz

Dec 6 1967 - First successful heart transplant

May 10 1968 - William Regal

Oct 30 1968 - Luther

Apr 10 1969 - Dustin Rhodes

Jul 16 1969 - Apollo 11 lands the first people on the moon

Mar 24 1970 - Christopher Daniels

Nov 9 1970 - Chris Jericho

Dec 18 1970 - Rob Van Dam

Apr 3 1971 - Alex Marvez

Jun 12 1971 - Mark Henry

Feb 8 1972 - Paul Wight

Oct 12 1972 - Karen Jarrett

Nov 29 1972 - Atari releases Pong

Oct 30 1973 - Adam Copeland

Nov 30 1973 - Christian Cage

Jan 1 1974 - Jim Ross starts his career in wrestling

Sep 23 1974 - Matt Hardy

Oct 8 1975 - Michael Nakazawa

Jan 23 1976 - Nigel McGuinness

May 8 1976 - First roller coaster with a loop in it opens

Oct 4 1976 - Emi Sakura

Feb 28 1977 - Lance Archer

Aug 31 1977 - Jeff Hardy

Nov 9 1977 - Alex Abrahantes

Dec 12 1977 - The Butcher

Mar 17 1979 - Samoa Joe

Aug 1 1979 - Prince Nana

Oct 3 1979 - Johnny TV

Dec 29 1979 - Justin Roberts

May 6 1980 - Colt Cabana

Jun 2 1980 - The Blade

Jul 16 1980 - Excalibur

Nov 17 1980 - Mercedes Martinez

Dec 27 1980 - Claudio Castagnoli

Feb 19 1981 - Shawn Spears

May 22 1981 - Bryan Danielson

Aug 1 1981 - MTV debuts

Dec 12 1981 - Eddie Kingston

Apr 7 1982 - Sonjay Dutt

May 21 1982 - Kota Ibushi

Aug 3 1982 - Nyla Rose

Oct 10 1982 - Tony Khan

Dec 3 1982 - Jake Hager

Mar 1 1983 - Mark Sterling

Mar 19 1983 - Matt Sydal

Apr 1 1983 - Scorpio Sky

Jul 26 1983 - Roderick Strong

Oct 16 1983 - Kenny Omega

Dec 7 1983 - Matt Menard

Jan 26 1984 - JD Drake

Feb 2 1984 - Brian Cage

Feb 17 1984 - Jimmy Jacobs

Feb 23 1984 - Serpentico

Mar 20 1984 - Angelo Parker

May 4 1984 - Orange Cassidy

Jun 30 1984 - Dax Harwood

Jul 1 1984 - PG13 rating is invented

Sep 19 1984 - Renee Paquette

Nov 4 1984 - Ryan Nemeth

Nov 8 1984 - Keith Lee

Dec 26 1984 - Pat Buck

Dec 29 1984 - Anthony Henry

Jan 17 1985 - Mark Briscoe

Feb 13 1985 - Truth Magnum

Feb 26 1985 - Penta El Zero Miedo

Mar 13 1985 - Matt Jackson

Mar 19 1985 - Luchasaurus

Mar 20 1985 - Matt Taven

Mar 23 1985 - CJ

Mar 31 1985 - First Wrestlemania

May 16 1985 - Mike Bennett

May 19 1985 - Malakai Black

Apr 20 1985 - Jay Lethal

Jul 15 1985 - QT Marshall

Aug 6 1985 - Tony Nese

Sep 9 1985 - The Bunny

Dec 7 1985 - Jon Moxley

Dec 25 1985 - Miro

Jan 24 1986 - Vincent

Feb 5 1986 - Madison Rayne

Feb 19 1986 - Shawn Dean

Feb 21 1986 - The first Zelda game is released

Mar 2 1986 - Bishop Kaun

Mar 4 1986 - Dalton Castle

Apr 8 1986 - Big Bill

Apr 22 1986 - Chuck Taylor

Jun 15 1986 - Cezar Bononi

Jun 29 1986 - Serena Deeb

Jul 22 1986 - Thunder Rosa

Aug 21 1986 - Pac

Oct 22 1986 - Taya Valkyrie

Jan 13 1987 - Ian Riccaboni

Feb 4 1987 - Aaron Solo

Mar 1 1987 - Kyle O'Reilly

Mar 7 1987 - Angelico

Mar 10 1987 - Alex Reynolds

Mar 17 1987 - Brody King

Mar 30 1987 - Trent Beretta

May 17 1987 - Cash Wheeler

Apr 21 1987 - Dutch

Jun 18 1987 - Brandon Cutler

Jul 20 1987 - Evil Uno

Sep 5 1987 - AR Fox

Jan 19 1988 - Wardlow

Mar 20 1988 - Josh Woods

Apr 14 1988 - Marina Shafir

Apr 17 1988 - Dasha Gonzalez

Jun 11 1988 - Hikaru Shida

Jul 18 1988 - RJ City

Aug 23 1988 - Metalik

Aug 28 1988 - EJ Nduka

Aug 31 1988 - Athena

Sep 26 1988 - Buddy Matthews

Sep 29 1988 - Rush

Nov 24 1988 - Anthony Ogogo

Jan 25 1989 - Stu Grayson

Apr 10 1989 - Juice Robinson

Apr 11 1989 - Ari Daivari

Jun 14 1989 - Peter Avalon

Jul 5 1989 - Adam Cole

Jul 27 1989 - Nick Jackson

Jul 31 1989 - Max Caster

Sep 20 1989 - Ethan Page

Nov 3 1989 - Andrade El Idolo

Dec 17 1989 - The Simpsons premiers

Aug 17 1990 - Danhausen

Aug 20 1990 - Mark Davis

Sep 30 1990 - Swerve Strickland

Nov 12 1990 - Stokely Hathaway

Dec 18 1990 - Anthony Bowens

Dec 30 1990 - Rey Fenix

Jan 9 1991 - Ruby Soho

Jan 23 1991 - Powerhouse Hobbs

Jan 30 1991 - Toa Liona

Feb 4 1991 - Mike Santana

Apr 22 1991 - Nick Comoroto

Apr 23 1991 - Dr Britt Baker DMD

May 18 1991 - Colten Gunn

Jun 4 1991 - John Silver

Jul 14 1991 - Diamante

Jul 21 1991 - Adam Page

Aug 23 1991 - World Wide Web starts up

Sep 27 1991 - Ortiz

Nov 22 1991 - Brandon

Nov 22 1991 - Brent

Jan 15 1992 - Preston Vance

Apr 7 1992 - Abadon

May 19 1992 - Kip Sabian

Jun 3 1992 - Red Velvet

Aug 17 1992 - Saraya

Sep 14 1992 - Penelope Ford

Sep 15 1992 - Dralistico

Oct 9 1992 - Jay White

Dec 27 1992 - Yuka Sakazaki

Jan 7 1993 - Darby Allin

Jul 28 1993 - Sammy Guevara

Jan 25 1994 - Willow Nightingale

Feb 21 1994 - Ricky Starks

Mar 26 1994 - Paige Vanzant

Apr 12 1994 - Marq Quen

Jun 6 1994 - Lee Moriarty

Aug 26 1994 - Austin Gunn

Sep 16 1994 - Kiera Hogan

Apr 17 1995 - Bandido

Apr 23 1995 - Jamie Hayter

May 29 1995 - Konosuka Takeshita

Jun 6 1995 - Tay Melo

Aug 7 1995 - Kris Statlander

Oct 19 1995 - Toni Storm

Nov 13 1995 - Boulder

Nov 13 1995 - Bronson

Nov 22 1995 - Toy Story is released

Dec 10 1995 - Satnam Singh

Mar 15 1996 - MJF

Aug 11 1996 - Lexy Nair

Oct 26 1996 - Wheeler Yuta

Apr 29 1997 - El Hijo Del Vikingo

Jun 4 1997 - Riho

Jun 15 1997 - Jack Perry

Jul 10 1997 - Isiah Kassidy

Oct 27 1997 - Leyla Hirsch

Dec 13 1997 - Lee Johnson

Mar 9 1998 - Parker Boudreaux

Jul 15 1998 - Anna Jay

Aug 4 1998 - Mariah May

Sep 7 1998 - Daniel Garcia

Dec 15 1998 - Komander

Dec 24 1998 - Kyle Fletcher

May 4 1999 - Hook

Sep 20 1999 - Darius Martin

Oct 2 1999 - Skye Blue

Mar 3 2001 - Dante Martin

Mar 23 2001 - WWF buys WCW

Nov 8 2001 - Julia Hart

Oct 13 2004 - Billie Starkz

Jul 10 2005 - Nick Wayne

Jan 17 2012 - Negative One

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Two Takes on a Hardy Novel

Julie Christie and Alan Bates in Far From the Madding Crowd (John Schlesinger, 1967)

Cast: Julie Christie, Alan Bates, Terence Stamp, Peter Finch. Screenplay: Frederic Raphael. Cinematography: Nicolas Roeg. Production design: Richard Macdonald. Film editing: Malcolm Cooke, Jim Clark. Music: Richard Rodney Bennett.

Matthias Schoenaerts and Carey Mulligan in Far From the Madding Crowd (Thomas Vinterberg, 2015)

Cast: Carey Mulligan, Matthias Schoenaerts, Tom Sturridge, Michael Sheen. Screenplay: David Nicholls. Cinematography: Charlotte Bruus Christensen. Production design: Cave Quinn. Film editing: Claire Simpson. Music: Craig Armstrong.

Almost 50 years separate these two adaptations of Thomas Hardy's Far From the Madding Crowd, and the differences between the two owe as much to film technology as to changing tastes. As always, translating page to film involves compromises. Screenwriter Frederic Raphael remains faithful to the plot, with the paradoxical result that characters become far more enigmatic than Hardy intended them to be. We need more of the backstories of Bathsheba Everdeen (Julie Christie), Gabriel Oak (Alan Bates), William Boldwood (Peter Finch), and Frank Troy (Terence Stamp) than the highly capable actors who play them can give us, even in a movie that runs for three hours -- including an overture, an intermission, and an "entr'acte." These trimmings are signs that the producers wanted a prestige blockbuster like Doctor Zhivago (David Lean, 1965), which had also starred Christie. But Hardy's works, with their characters dogged by fate and chance, don't much lend themselves to epic treatment. David Nicholls's screenplay for the 2015 film is much tighter than Raphael's, and about an hour shorter. Nicholls makes most of his cuts toward the end of the film, omitting for example the episode in which Troy (Tom Sturridge) becomes a circus performer, one of the more entertaining sections of the Schlesinger-Raphael version. I think Nicholls's screenplay sets up the early part of the stories of Bathsheba (Carey Mulligan) and Gabriel Oak (Matthias Schoenaerts) much better, though he has to resort to a brief voiceover by Mulligan at the beginning to make things clear. His account of the affair of Troy and the ill-fated Fanny Robbin (Juno Temple) is less dramatically detailed than Raphael's, but in neither film is their relationship dealt with clearly enough to make us understand Troy's character. John Schlesinger, a director very much at home in the cynical milieus of London in Darling (1965) and Sunday Bloody Sunday (1971) and New York in Midnight Cowboy (1969), doesn't show much feeling for Hardy's rural, isolated Wessex, where the weight of tradition and the indifference of nature play substantial roles. What atmosphere the film has comes from cinematographer Nicolas Roeg's images of the Dorset and Wiltshire countryside and from Richard Rodney Bennett's score, which received the film's only Oscar nomination. And where atmosphere is concerned, Thomas Vinterberg has an edge thanks to technological advances: In Schlesinger's film, despite the fine cinematography of Roeg, the interiors seem impossibly overlighted for a period that resorted to candles and oil lamps for illumination. The change in film technology now makes it possible for us to see the way people once lived -- in a realm of darkness and shadows. (We can almost precisely date when this change in cinematography took place: in 1975, when director Stanley Kubrick and cinematographer John Alcott worked with lenses specially designed for NASA to create accurately lighted interiors for Barry Lyndon. Since then, the digital revolution has only added to the arsenal of lighting effects available to filmmakers.) So cinematographer Charlotte Bruus Christensen's adds an element of texture and mystery to Vinterberg's version that was technologically unavailable to Roeg, and not only in interiors but also in night scenes, such as the first encounter of Bathsheba (Carey Mulligan) and Sgt. Troy (Tom Sturridge), when he gets his spur caught in the hem of her dress. The scene is meant to take place by the light of the lamp she is carrying, which Christensen accomplishes more successfully than Roeg was able to. On the whole, I think I prefer the newer version, which is less star-driven than Schlesinger's, but in the end the best version of the story is Hardy's novel.

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Witchblade returns in July!

Witchblade returns in July! #comics #comicbooks

Top Cow is reimagining the hit supernatural thriller series Witchblade. The new series, coming July 2024, will be penned by NYT Best-Selling Marguerite Bennett and visualized by artist Giuseppe Cafaro. The creative duo is working with original co-creator Marc Silvestri, who is the CEO of Top Cow Productions Inc. and one of the founders of Image Comics. Together, they will reintroduce the series…

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I HAVE THIS GREAT NEW IDEA FOR A CARTOON SHOW!

I have this great new idea for a cartoon show! It's called Cereal Town! It's about a town where cereal mascots live and do CRAAAAAAAAAAZY stuff! They say out of character things! The main joke is that these iconic characters are acting like deranged out of character lunatics! But it's a total love letter to cereal mascots, trust me, it totally is!

The show will be animated in Adobe Flash, and all the characters have been redesigned. Here's some concept art I whipped up!

EVERYONE's gonna be there! Even the really obscure ones, 'cause this is a love letter to cereal mascots! Here's all the characters that'll show up:

Tony the Tiger (voiced by Paul F. Thompkins) - He's a million times dumber now! Your typical sitcom dimwitted dad, like Homer Simpson or Peter Griffin!

Mrs. Tony (voiced by some random YouTube/TikTok celebrity) - Tony's wife who's a total nag and considered way out of his league (not that you can tell with the art style)!

Tony Jr. and Antoinette (voiced by Ben Schwartz and Jenny Slate) - Tony's kids! They're basically Dipper and Mabel from Gravity Falls but they're tigers!

Trix the Rabbit (voiced by Johnny Galecki) - He's addicted to Trix! Get it? Trix = drugs! And drug addiction is HILARIOUS, right?!

Sonny the Cuckoo Bird (voiced by Will Forte) - Since we gave the "addicted to their cereal" shtick to Trix the Rabbit, he's now a neuronic Woody Allen parody who collects decorative plates!

Lucky the Leprechaun (voiced by Flula Borg) - He's not really a leprechaun now! He's just a weirdo who THINKS he's a leprechaun! He's not even Irish anymore, he's German!

Toucan Sam (voiced by Jillian Bell) - He's a girl now, because otherwise there won't be enough female characters in the show! And she's also a stereotypical valley girl obsessed with her hair and clothes and self-conscious about her big nose!

Count Chocula (voiced by Fred Armisen) - He's now a stereotypical scatterbrained geezer who complains about those dang kids and their newly-fangled contraptions or whatever!

Frankenberry (voiced by Thomas Lennon) - He's a loser who lives in his creator's basement and goes on the internet a lot! He's also obsessed with science fiction movies!

Boo Berry (voiced by Mindy Kaling) - He's a girl now, too! She's Sonny's girlfriend (or rather, GHOULfriend, aren't I so clever?) who is really smart until she suddenly isn't because the joke demands for her to not be smart!

Dig 'Em the Frog (voiced by another random YouTube/TikTok celebrity) - He's a musician! He was once part of a band, but decided to go solo! And he's obsessed with pumpkin spice lattes and drinks them even when it's not autumn!

Sugar Bear (voiced by Bobby Moynihan) - He's Dig 'Em's husband!

Snap, Crackle and Pop (voiced by Jason Mantzoukas, Kimiko Glenn, and Daveed Diggs) - They're classmates of Tony Jr. and Antoinette who are always up to some zany scheme to get out of class!

Chip the Wolf (voiced by Beck Bennett) - He's the teacher at Tony Jr. and Antoinette's school, but he's also secretly a secret agent! Because shut up, that's why!

Cap'n Crunch (voiced by David Tennant) - He's the Mayor of Cereal Town, but he's incompetent! LOL!

Wendell the Baker from Cinnamon Toast Crunch (voiced by Harvey Guillen) - He's a baker! So... basically, he's exactly the same, except he's voiced by Harvey Guillen now!

Fruity Yummy Mummy (voiced by Lizzo) - She's Frankenberry's ex-girlfriend! She's ALSO considered way out of his league!

Fruit Brute (voiced by Don Cheadle) - He's Count Chocula's pet dog! Personality-wise, he's basically Brian Griffin!

Sunny the Raisin Bran Sun (voiced by Stephanie Beatriz) - He's a girl now too! She's the sun, but she's also a citizen of Cereal Town! How WACKY!

Buzz Bee only has dialogue in one episode, where it's revealed that he's voiced by Dennis Haybert! That's funny, right?! RIGHT?!

Did I mention that this is a love letter to cereal mascots?! Because it IS!

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Like every Meme of the Month, we keep track of those who are participating. Please send questions to the following people. You must send questions to EVERYONE on this list!

Shane Nicols

Chase Knight

Serena Bennett

Marisol Monroe

Brooke Barlow

Pogue O'Connor

Maverick Anderson

Declan Mitchell

Tyler Dupont

Logan Slater

Kennedy Simpson

Emersyn Michaels

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Excalibur Hotel and Casino, NV

Excalibur Hotel and Casino is a casino hotel on the Las Vegas Strip in Paradise, Nevada, in the United States. It is owned by Vici Properties and operated by MGM Resorts International. The resort features a medieval castle theme and is named after King Arthur's mythical Excalibur sword. Property features include a 92,389 sq ft (8,583.2 m2) casino, a 28-story hotel with 3,981 rooms, and various restaurants.

The $290 million property was developed by Circus Circus Enterprises. The castle theme was conceived by company founder William Bennett, and the resort was designed by Veldon Simpson. Bennett and the design team traveled to castles throughout Europe for inspiration. Construction began in October 1988, and the resort opened on June 19, 1990. It was the largest hotel in the world until the opening of the nearby MGM Grand in 1993.

The medieval castle theme was conceived by Circus Circus founder William Bennett, and the resort was designed by Veldon Simpson. Bennett studied old castle renderings, and he and Simpson visited castle sites in England and Germany for design inspiration. Simpson's Excalibur design was inspired particularly by Neuschwanstein Castle in Germany. Trademark experts were hired to avoid replicating the castle designs at Disneyland and Disney World. The Excalibur's medieval architecture includes stone turrets, and a moat and drawbridge.

Source: Wikipedia