#golden six shooters

[bruciemilf]

Miles needs his own Sinister Six and I NEED them to be so goddam silly. Half of them are like "I'm not fighting a child are you insane" and the others are "finally, an excuse to punch a teenager"

Specifically:

Adrian, on 10 Monster energy drinks: Hey, your web shooters aren't as fast as last week, everything okay?

Miles: no, I stayed up all night and couldn't figure out what's wrong with them :(

Adrian: alright, let's take a look. Your design is so good!

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Felicia: Hey Junior, wanna annoy Peter B as much as humanly possible?

Miles: Y E S

Felicia: good kid

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Miles: Did you just. Apologize for existing

Harry: I'm sorry I try not to do it

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Spot: You're so petty, honestly. I'm trying to change

Miles: YOU TRIED TO DESINTEGRATE MY UNIVERSE??

Spot: That was 2 hours ago

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Miles: You know I'm 15, right? You punched a 15 year old. A child. As a father.

Flint: Don't.

Miles: Ow. My minor bones are broken. My child self is hurting. I got sand in my teenager baby eyes.

Flint: [sigh]

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Miles:

Kraven, with the creepiest golden eyes: You're Amazing :) The Best Spider-Man :) Fine Trophy, Indeed :)

Miles: MIGUEL. MIGUEEEEEEEL-

[the-reader-insert-gazette]

More Than Sparks (New Year Special) - F!Reader x Boothill

Honkai Star Rail

Among the chaos of the New Year Festival, Boothill’s steady charm and Readers sharp wit collide in a night of surprises.

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The streets of the Xianzhou Luofu were alive with the vibrant energy of the New Year Festival. Lanterns hung in neat rows above the cobblestone paths, their warm glow casting a golden hue over the energetic crowd. Warm-up fireworks punctuated the night sky before the main event, the simple displays illuminated the station in fleeting moments of awe. Children ran from stall to stall with sparklers in hand, and the tantalizing aroma of festival foods drifted through the air, mingling with the cheerful hum of conversation and laughter.

[Name] found herself wandering through the festivities, her usual reluctance to participate in such gatherings overridden by a restless curiosity. She wasn’t one for crowds, but there was something undeniably captivating about the Luofu’s celebration. It felt alive, in a way that made it hard to resist.

Her steps slowed as she approached a shooting range game tucked along the edge of the bustling square. A line of targets in the shape of mythical beasts spun and bobbed erratically, each promising a different prize if struck in the right spot. Standing at the booth, leaning casually against the counter, was a man she instantly recognized.

Boothill.

He held the festival's mock pistol—a gaudy contraption bedecked with glowing trim—loosely in one hand. His hat tilted just enough to shade his face, though his unmistakable grin was visible as he lined up a shot. With a casual squeeze of the trigger, he hit the center of a target, and the vendor whooped in excitement.

“Another bullseye!” the vendor declared, handing over yet another prize—a plush replica of a Cloud Knight soldier. Boothill chuckled, tucking the toy under his arm, where it joined an already substantial collection of festival winnings.

“Son of a biscuit, these targets just keep beggin’ for it,” he said, his drawl as thick as the syrup on the festival’s candied fruit. “Y’all better get some tougher ones, or I’m gonna walk outta here with the whole dang stall.”

[Name] bit back a smile, folding her arms as she approached. “And here I thought you’d stick to your trusty six-shooter. This looks a little too… neon for your taste.”

Boothill turned at the sound of her voice, his grin widening as he tipped his hat. “Well, if it ain’t Miss Sharp-Eyes herself. Fancy seein’ you here. Figured you’d be holed up somewhere scowlin’ at reports.”

She raised an eyebrow, smirking. “And I figured you’d be off sweet-talking some poor soul out of their wallet.”

“Now, now,” he drawled, setting the pistol down on the counter with a dramatic sigh. “I’ll have you know, I’m here on strictly honest business tonight. Just enjoyin’ the sights, winnin’ a few prizes, maybe lettin’ loose for once. You oughta try it.”

[Name] gestured to his armful of plushies. “Letting loose, or robbing the festival blind?”

“Hey now, these beauties were won fair and square,” Boothill said, holding up the toys with a mock look of innocence. “Can’t help it if my aim’s straighter than a laser beam on a good day.”

“And on a bad day?”

“Still better than most, sugar.” He winked, leaning against the booth as he waved her closer. “What about you? You out here for fun, or just takin’ notes for your next report?”

“Neither,” [Name] said, stepping up to the counter. “Though now I’m curious if I can outshoot you.”

Boothill’s grin turned wolfish. “Oh, darlin’, that’s a challenge I can’t let slide. Grab a pistol, and let’s see what you’ve got.”

She rolled her eyes but picked up one of the neon guns, testing its weight. The vendor reset the targets, their erratic movements promising a tough game. [Name]'s first few shots were decent, landing on the outer rings of the targets, but nothing compared to Boothill’s earlier bullseyes.

He watched with exaggerated patience, occasionally throwing in comments like, “Close, but no cigar,” or “You plannin’ to scare ‘em into submission?”

“Oh, hush,” [Name] said, adjusting her grip. On her next shot, she hit the bullseye, the target lighting up in triumph. She turned to Boothill with a smug smile. “What was that about scaring them?”

“Well, I’ll be a shirtbag,” he drawled, clapping slowly. “Looks like you might have a knack for this after all. Don’t get cocky, though—beginners’ luck is a real thing.”

“I think I’ll take my chances.” She handed the gun back to the vendor and turned to Boothill, her smirk softening into a genuine smile. “This was surprisingly fun.”

“See? Told ya.” Boothill tipped his hat again, his tone lighter now. “Stick with me, sugar, and I’ll show you there’s more to this festival than just winnin’ toys.”

“And what’s your grand plan?” she asked, following him as he began to stroll toward the next stall.

He shrugged, his grin still firmly in place. “Don’t got one. Sometimes the best nights happen when you don’t plan a dang thing. Now, how ‘bout we grab somethin’ sweet and keep this party goin’?”

Without needing her confirmation, Boothill begun sauntering toward the nearest food stall with an easy confidence that seemed to draw eyes wherever he went. [Name] followed, shaking her head but smiling to herself as he approached the vendor. The stall was vibrant with sweet-smelling treats, candied hawthorns glistening like jewels under the festival lights.

Boothill leaned casually against the counter, tipping his hat. “Evenin’, partner. What’s the sweetest thing you got on this here menu?”

The vendor grinned, gesturing to the array of treats. “Can’t go wrong with the candied hawthorn. Sweet, a little tart—crowd favorite.”

Boothill tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Well, that does sound temptin’. Let’s do one of those, then.”

[Name] raised an eyebrow as Boothill handed over the payment and accepted the stick of glistening red fruits. He turned to her, holding it out with a sly smile. “For you, sugar. Since I don’t exactly dabble in the whole ‘eatin’’ thing.”

She blinked, caught off guard. “You don’t eat?”

“Not in the traditional sense, no,” he said with a shrug, the easy grin never leaving his face. “All this metalwork comes with some trade-offs, y’know? But that don’t mean I can’t live vicariously. So, go on—enjoy it for me.”

[Name] hesitated, then took the candied fruit with a small smile. “Fair enough. But if it’s terrible, I’m blaming you.”

He let out a low laugh, leaning back against the stall. “Trust me, darlin’, I wouldn’t steer you wrong on festival food.”

She took a bite, the sweet and tart flavors bursting on her tongue. It was better than she’d expected—simple but satisfying. As she savored it, Boothill watched her, his expression softening from his usual cocky grin to something quieter.

“Good, huh?” he asked, his voice lower now, almost reflective.

[Name] nodded. “It’s… really good.”

“Well, I’ll be,” he said with mock astonishment. “Looks like I might’ve done somethin’ right tonight.”

Boothill’s grin lingered as he leaned back against the counter, his eyes catching the soft glow of the lanterns above. The usual cocky air around him seemed to ease, his drawl taking on a warmth that settled into the space between them.

“Y’know,” he began, his voice low and contemplative, “I reckon this is one o’ those moments you don’t forget too quick. Quiet, just enough sweetness… kinda makes a fella think.”

[Name] tilted her head, caught off guard by the shift in his tone. “Think about what?”

“Hmm.” He tapped the brim of his hat as if mulling it over, his grin turning lopsided. “Well, sugar, I s’pose it makes me think about how even a man made of parts and pieces can still feel somethin’ mighty real.”

Her lips parted slightly, unsure how to respond to that. There was something in his voice—a sincerity that didn’t come with his usual flair for dramatics. For once, Boothill wasn’t putting on a show.

“And what exactly are you feeling?” she asked, her voice quieter now, almost teasing but not quite.

He looked at her then, his eyes catching the lantern light in a way that made them shimmer with a peculiar mix of mirth and vulnerability. “Reckon I’m feelin’ like this here festival’s got a little more magic to it than I figured.”

[Name] huffed a soft laugh, looking down at the last bite of the candied hawthorn in her hand. “That’s a bit poetic for a cowboy.”

“Well, darlin’,” he said, straightening up and tipping his hat, “ain’t no law says a cowboy can’t get a little poetic when the moment calls for it.”

There was a pause as the noise of the festival seemed to quiet around them. She looked up at him again, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The space between them was filled with unspoken words, the kind that didn’t need to be said to be understood.

[Name] broke the silence first, clearing her throat as she turned to dispose of the stick. “You’re full of surprises, Boothill.”

He followed her with an easy stride, the faint clink of his spurred boots punctuating the gentle hum of the festival around them. “And here I thought I was an open book.”

“Hardly,” she said, glancing at him over her shoulder. “You’re more like one of those books where the pages are out of order and the cover’s missing.”

He laughed, a low, genuine sound that sent a strange warmth curling through her chest. “Ain’t that a compliment if I ever heard one.”

They strolled together through the festival, pausing here and there to take in the sights. Boothill’s presence was steady, his usual flamboyance tempered into something quieter but no less magnetic. When they passed another vendor, he bought her a small paper lantern, handing it to her with a grin that didn’t require words.

By the time they reached the quieter edge of the plaza, the main event fireworks were being prepared. They found a spot on a low stone wall, the perfect vantage point for the display lighting up the sky. [Name] felt her breath catch, realizing their closeness at this moment.

“Not bad, huh?” he murmured, his voice low enough that she almost missed it over the sound of the crowd.

She turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting his. “Not bad at all.”

Boothill smiled, softer this time, and shifted closer—not enough to be imposing, but enough to let her know he was there. The metallic gleam of his cybernetic hand caught the light as he set it on the wall between them, a quiet gesture of trust.

“You ever think about moments like this?” he asked, his voice quiet and steady. “How they don’t come ‘round too often?”

[Name] tilted her head, studying him. “Sometimes. But I think the real question is what you do with them when they do.”

Boothill’s smile deepened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, I’d say you make ‘em count. And I don’t know about you, but this feels like one worth countin’.”

Her breath caught as the words settled between them, heavy with meaning. Before she could second-guess herself, she reached out, her hand brushing against his. The contrast of her warmth against the cool metal was striking but not unpleasant.

“You might be right,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He turned his hand over, his fingers curling gently around hers. For a man who usually swaggered through life with loud, brash confidence, his touch was remarkably gentle. “Darlin’, I’d bet my last circuit on it.”

As they enjoyed themselves in their moment, the rhythmic chant of voices rippled through the plaza, growing louder as the New Year’s countdown began to take over. All around them, the energy of the festival surged, the excitement building with every passing second.

“Ten! Nine!”

The first firework shot up, a piercing whistle that silenced the crowd for a heartbeat before it erupted into a cascade of gold and crimson, painting the sky in brilliant hues and imagery. [Name] tilted her head back, the light reflecting in her eyes, but her focus wasn’t entirely on the fireworks.

“Eight! Seven!”

Boothill stood beside her, his hat tipped back just enough to reveal his face, the faint glow of the fireworks catching in his eyes. His usual grin softened as he glanced her way, his expression open in a way that made her heart flutter unexpectedly.

“Six! Five!”

She hesitated, her hand moving to cusp his more intently. The usual sharp edges of her thoughts dulled, softened by the warmth of the moment. Boothill noticed her gaze and turned fully toward her, his grin shifting into something quieter, more sincere.

“Looks like the big moment’s comin’ up,” he murmured, his voice steady and low, though a faint smile lingered at the corner of his mouth. “You ready, sugar?”

“Four! Three!”

[Name] didn’t answer—not with words, at least. Instead, she leaned forward, the movement quick but deliberate, and pressed a kiss to his cheek. It was a brief gesture, enough to catch him off guard.

“Two!”

Boothill froze for half a second before his grin returned, slow and lopsided, a faint tint of something warmer in his expression. “Well now, ain’t that a surprise.”

“One!”

The plaza erupted into cheers as the main fireworks show reached its peak, bursts of vibrant color exploding in rapid succession overhead. Before she could pull away, Boothill reached out, his cybernetic fingers brushing against her cheek as he leaned in, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

His lips found hers, warm and sure, the noise of the celebration around them fading into a quiet hum. It wasn’t rushed or bold for the sake of it—it was steady, sincere, and carried a kind of weight that made her breath catch. The light of the fireworks bathed them in shifting hues, framing the moment in brilliant golds and blues.

When Boothill pulled back, his grin returned, though his gaze stayed locked on hers, softer than she’d ever seen it. “Happy New Year, darlin’.”

Her pulse raced, but she managed a faint smirk, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest. “You didn’t waste any time.”

“Reckon when it comes to you, I don’t see much point in waitin’,” he replied, his drawl light but edged with unmistakable sincerity.

[Name] shook her head, though the smile tugging at her lips betrayed her. “Happy New Year, Boothill.”

As the fireworks continued to crackle above and the cheers around them roared on, his hand lingered in hers, a quiet anchor amidst the vibrant chaos. And for the first time in a long while, [Name] found herself stepping into the new year with more hope than she’d expected.

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Surprise Boothill for the New Year! I was planning on posting at EST New Year but--I lowkey feel asleep and missed it by 30 mins LOL

[the-bleeding-weave]

Im back on my bullshit since yall seem to enjoy it. This time ive got a proper au for you

Tulpar crew cowboy au!!!

Takes place in southern georgia in 1880

The gang is called the McCurly's (after curlys last name)

Curly is a 35 year old scottish immigrant who came from a decently wealthy family, but he hated the lifestyle and wanted to live a freer life. He developed a hatred of the wealthy elite and believes humanity is at its best when they serve each other and not just their own interests. He also has a hatred of the law for uplifting the wealthy while trampling the poor and working person.

Curly is revolted by racism and bigotry in all its forms and vows to kill or "change the minds" of every person who dares to support the harming of minorities. This will become one of his gangs main goals (ie. Kill all kkk members with no remorse, kill bigoted protesters, beat the fuck out of and intimidate politicians until they change laws, etc)

Curly does well at all ranges of combat but he prefers long and medium range, using his favorite lever action rifle for most combat encounters. His sidearm of choice is a classic six shooter revolver which hes gotten very quick with reloading.

He has a silver and black brindle thoroughbred mare named Tulpar

Anya is a 32 year old Cherokee native whose village was devastated by oil barons who stole her people's land and left them to fend for themselves. Her family was massacred in the middle of the night by pinkertons with her being one of the few survivors.

Despite this incredible trauma, she survived on her own for a while before finding curly grievously sick in the wild. Feeling bad for him she used her extensive knowledge of herbs and medicine to heal him back to perfect health, the two forming a tight bond in the process.

Shes the gangs resident healer, they all refer to her as a doctor even though she isnt licensed, though they all agree shes better than a doctor.

She studied germ theory extensively and even learned about viruses several years before modern science did.

She loves hunting along with curly :3

She loves going on raids with the others and does great with all forms of combat.

Because shes a smoker her voice is distinctly raspy and deep, meaning she can put on what she calls her "bandit voice," a uniquely intimidating tone she uses for raids or to intimidate people.

She has a golden dun tiger stripe mustang stallion named Yorkshire that she raised herself, as a result he refuses to let anyone else ride him. The gang jokes that shes unintentionally convinced him hes her human son

Daisuke is the newest and youngest member of the gang at 23 years old. Hes japanese and mexican and speaks fluent English, japanese and spanish. His parents were killed by a dangerous gang and he was left homeless overnight, struggling to survive on his own. He was found by anya who took him in to camp to treat him for an infected injury and he quickly endeared everyone in camp with his infectious positivity. Curly allowed him to stay as a new member to which daisuke was eternally grateful

He LOVES his pistol like its his wife and has modified and decorated the hell out of it. It has engravings on the barrel and handle as well as gold plating. Hes gotten surprisingly good at using it too, able to aim well at decently long ranges especially for a pistol. While he prefers medium range combat he isnt too bad with long range either.

His horse is a reverse dapple roan nokota mare he named Asteroid destroyer. Shes the fastest horse in the whole gang and daisuke is incredibly proud of that fact

Jimmy (34) is an old childhood friend of curly and was the son of american immigrants to scotland. Though his family wasnt wealthy he still hated european life and wanted to join curlys lifestyle so he became curlys first gang member.

In this au he isnt a sexual predator, just abrasive but mostly well meaning. Hes a strategist and bounty hunter as well as the assistant manager for the gangs funds alongside curly. Hes not terrible at it but swansea loves complaining about things he spends on

When doing raids he often serves as supporting fire or lookout, keeping watch for cops and security. Hes a pretty good shot but he cant do very well with more than medium range combat. He relies very heavily on his side arms and almost never uses large arms like rifles.

His horse is a dark bay turkoman stallion named Polle and jimmy treats him like royalty

Last but certainly not least is swansea. Hes 58 years old and he used to work for a steel refinery but he hated every second of it. His true passion was in horses and gunsmithing.

He often takes up sniper positions when they perform raids since his horse is the slowest in the gang. But he also makes for a great tank when theyre in the thick of it, he has the unique ability to take several bullet wounds and not even flinch. He also has two shotguns, one is a pump shotgun and the other is a sawed off double barrel which he uses religiously. He excels at long range and short range combat due to his weapons expertise

He may not be the tallest but his sheer bulk and deep voice is enough to intimidate most people, especially when he presses his shotgun into their belly

He has an iron gray roan Ardennes mare he named after his late wife Andrea. He has the biggest soft spot in his heart for her and regularly has conversations with her when he thinks hes alone.

[random-gamer1942]

This morning I randomly remembered my first ever fanfic thingy that I made a few months ago, an sbg wild west au. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but I got some sudden inspiration, so I'm reposting it here and continuing it

Trainwreck Graveyard

(1/7) The train that was

The sun sat high in the sky, broiling the dry land below. Standing on this scorched earth was a silent figure. Twin flame-colored braids going down until her waist, just barely resting on the twin six-shooters holstered to her belt - like sticks of dynamite ready to blow after the wick's flames caught up to them. It'd be hard to tell just what she might do with those things if it wasn't for the star-shaped golden badge on her uniform

Though many others awaited the locomotive, none dared approuch her. Few ever did, and of those few, even fewer didn't end up regretting it. If her cold gaze didn't scare them away, the cold steel of a barrel between their eyebrows would. Sure, some would call it harsh, but if it scares away outlaws that's simply what must be done

Choo chooo, the approuching train broke the quiet atmosphere that usually seemed to follow her. As it came to a halt and it's doors opened, the crowd started pouring into the different cabins, with many taking the spots they had grown accustomed to

But when the woman with hair red as the morning sun found her usually mostly empty cabin, two strange faces sat there, almost waiting for her

One was a large man with dark hair, who attempted to avoid eye contact. The other however, adorned with hair light as the sands of the desert, looked straight at the figure approuching him. And when met with her cold gaze, he returned a warm smile

They're clearly travelers, she thought to herself. She decided to just sit down and hope that they wouldn't start a conversation. I mean, they surely wouldn't be foolish enough to-

"Howdy there Miss, pleased to meet ya. The name's Aiden, and this here's my cousin Benjamin. He don't speak much, but don't mind 'em. Say, what might I call you?"

He didn't seem like a bad guy per se, but that smile of his unsettled her

"Ashlyn, sheriff 'round these parts. I'd prefer if you didn't-"

"Sheriff? That could be interestin', oh I bet ya. Doncha think so, Ben?"

"..."

"Well, could be excitin', right? Wild chases, held at gunpoint. Might even get arrested!"

How casually he said these things, with that same smile on his face, were concerning. She had to get him to settle down before he did anything he'd regret

"You. I don't take kindly to strangers taking my seat, starting all sorts of chatter, 'n speaking over me. I suggest stayin' silent for the rest of the ride, if you value getting to see another mornin'."

"Ooh, curious indeed. Well, how're ya gon' make me?" He squinted his eyes and smiles just a bit more

"Well, lemme put it like this...", she drew the pistol out of her right holster, letting it spin around her finger once before placing the barrel in front of his forehead, "...whether you shut that trap of yours or not, you'll end up silent somehow."

He leaned forward slightly, his forehead now touching the suprisingly cool metal of the revolver. "Oh, will I now? In that case, please show me Miss, cuz I clearly ain't picking up what yer puttin' down."

She flinched when he moved closer. She'd seen many cowardly back off, and some stubbornly stand their ground, but get closer? Did he have a death wish or something? It didn't make any se-

BOOM

A loud explosion rang through the cart. The sheriff dropped her gun and clutched her ears, barely able to stand upright

"Oh, seems like our cue to go", the man said, with his red eyes glinting in the midday sun. "I did truly enjoy our little chat, sheriff. Hopefully I'll cya soon!"

He grabbed his cousin by the wrist and dashed to the back of the cart, which now had a giant hole in it.

The sheriff grasped for her other shooter, but by the time she was looking past the barrel, they had already jumped onto a set of horses and rode off

(2/7) Ready to go

And it was then that our sheriff realized her quiet life just might get a bit more interesting...

[bearterritory]

Cal Wins Thriller Over Auburn

Twidale Triples Power Late Rally

Golden Bears Remain Undefeated

BERKELEY – In its toughest matchup of the season so far, the California women's basketball team was down by six with five minutes left in the game before Lulu Twidale came to the rescue connecting on back-to-back 3-pointers to power an 11-0 run and help the Golden Bears (6-0) come away with a 63-59 win over visiting Auburn at Haas Pavilion on Friday night. The win gave Cal its second straight victory over the Tigers (3-2) after it won last year's matchup in Auburn and its second this season over a team from last year's NCAA Tournament as the Bears beat Gonzaga earlier in the month. The Bears have now matched their best start under head coach Charmin Smith having also started the 2023-24 season at 6-0.   One of the nation's leading 3-point shooters, Twidale had her second 20-point outing of the year finishing with 22 points (7-of-11) and four 3-pointers (4-of-8). Ioanna Krimili knocked down three triples in the first quarter and ended up with 14 points to go along with six assists for the second consecutive game. Michelle Onyiah and Marta Suárez both brought down eight rebounds to tie for the game high.   The Bears held the Tigers to just one made 3-pointer and their leading scorer, Taliah Scott, who came into the game averaging 27.0 points per game to just seven points.   In the first quarter, two triples from Krimili and one from Twidale gave the Bears an early 9-7 lead. Onyiah blocked a shot which led to a fast break and 3-point play by Twidale for the Bears' fourth straight field goal to put the Bears up 14-9. Suárez hit a turnaround jumper in the paint to cap a 7-0 run and put the Bears up 10 with under two minutes to go but that would be their biggest lead of the night.   Auburn fought back and opened the second quarter on a 6-0 run to get within 23-19 at the 7:19 mark. Cal was held scoreless from the field until Kayla Williams drove to the rim for a layup at the 4:50 mark. The Tigers tied it up at 25-25 on a layup with 2:41 to go in the half. The Bears only hit two field goals in the quarter but converted six free throws. Williams was able to swipe a steal and outlet the ball to Twidale for a layup to give the Bears a 31-28 lead with under a minute to go. After the Tigers missed a layup on their last possession, Lola Donez came away with the rebound and rushed up the court and got fouled on a 3-point heave attempt, but only made one from the charity stripe giving Cal a 33-30 lead heading into the break.   After the Tigers made their first two field goals of the third quarter, Onyiah grabbed an offensive rebound and found Twidale for her second 3-pointer of the game followed by a triple from Williams to put the Bears up 39-34 with 7:31 to go. The Bears went three minutes without a field goal until Suárez grabbed an offensive rebound and made a putback to tie the game at 45-45 at the 1:16 mark. Cal would turn it over on back-to-back possessions leading to Auburn layups to close the third quarter giving the Tigers a 49-45 lead going into the final frame.   After the consecutive triples from Twidale tied the game at 57-57 with 4:16 to go, Krimili found Onyiah in the paint for a layup to re-gain the lead for Cal – one it would not give up for the remainder of the game. With the Bears up just two, Onyiah secured a steal and found Twidale who drew a clutch shooting foul with just 40 seconds left. She made 1-of-2 to put Cal up three and Williams came up with a key steal on the Tigers' next possession forcing them to foul. A pair of blocks by Onyiah and Krimili helped keep Auburn scoreless over the final five minutes until the Tigers hit a layup down five with 16 seconds left.

[euphorial-docx]

the beginning of my untitled jegulily spider-man au :)

James Potter has only been Spider-Man for roughly sixteen percent of the time he’s been alive.

The other eighty-four percent, he was just one of millions.

He went to school, took pictures with gold soccer medals between his teeth, wasted time with his friends in the best ways, helplessly watched the news recount the crime skyrocketing all around him, and he read comic books about superheroes and villains and extraordinary abilities that would never exist in the real world.

And then a single spider bite jump-started that extraordinary sixteen percent of his lifetime.

It has only been three years of secret identities and web-slinging, but James is certain he was always meant to don the mask. Every time he puts it on, it’s a homecoming. Every day, every night.

It came with sacrifices, as he should’ve expected from all those comics he read. He had to quit soccer, he lost interest in school, his relationships suffered, most recently dropped out of college, and most prominently he lost his best friend— that one took a while to come to terms with. He couldn’t look at his mask for a month after Peter.

He was fine though. James dusted himself off, stood on the tallest building in the entire city, and jumped back into the fight with complete ease.

Because the thing about Spider-Man?

He always gets back up.

Even when it really fucking hurts.

“Okay, all right. Ow.” James wheezes out a laugh as he stands to his feet again, spine aching. “That had some muscle behind it. Have you been working out, Corban?”

The joke doesn’t go over well. They hardly ever do.

Yaxley lets out an enraged shout, the gauntlets of his wrists illuminating with golden electricity. James instantly gets the familiar chill down his spine, warning him about the danger for good measure— he can clearly see he’s in danger with his eyes alone.

James extends an arm out, tapping the web-shooter on the palm of his hand. It sticks to one of the few remaining columns of the bank, propelling him upwards in time to narrowly miss the electric blast Yaxley intended for him.

James latches into the pillar with a hand, his feet comfortably planted there as well, as he smugly looks down at the man far below. From up here, he can see all the damage that’s been done.

The bank vault is busted open (James might’ve been tackled through it, because he had the bright idea to lock them both inside it, which admittedly wasn’t a great plan.) Two of the six pillars are still standing (Corban seems to enjoy destroying architecture). There’s an untouched, and very grand, ceiling fixture above him (interesting.)

Despite the helmet-mask, Yaxley is visibly unhappy. James tilts his head down at him and says, “Really though, you’ve made some upgrades, dude! Those fancy tasers have so much more kick to them now. Prison taught you a lot, didn’t it?”

“You talk too much,” Yaxley replies.

“Really? That’s totally not something I hear all the time…”

[hemonoir]

Hey, I remember seeing your Flipside comic concepts on Reddit a few months ago. When I checked Reddit recently to see if there was anything new, I saw that the account you posted them on appeared to be deleted. I was really interested in following along the process. Is the comic still coming or has it been cancelled/on hiatus?

Okay so I’ve got this question a few times but I suppose it’s time I fully clarify what’s going on on Tumblr in a form I can repeatedly point to.

The comic IS still coming, but it is going through some major changes. For a variety of reasons, we have decided to de-fnaf the series and turn it into an original IP.

This is for a few emotional factors, like the abuse we’ve experienced and seen from the FNaF community and generally just hitting the point where we don’t want to deal with it when it comes to something we’ve put so much work and love in.

That and of course, the creative freedom and income we can get from making an original IP, that we already planned to work on for several years. We’re hoping to bring something new to the table

Though of course because of this, the comic is going through another phase of conceptualization. Which I will show off at the end of this thread.

-

As for why my Reddit account is gone, I deleted it since it had my old name, Treblebaps, and I could not change it so it caused to much pain. A bit of a warning here as I bring up transphobic harassment and being sent very triggering things.

As a bit of backstory, I was the first person to talk about Gwen Stacy being trans in ATSV, a post that was just meant for my friends and audience but absolutely blew the fuck up. Because of this I was harassed by transphobes for days, they sent me gore and cp, and terrorized my friends and went after my income by defacing it.

Their mass reporting resulted in me losing my account on Twitter, and ever since I just decided to rebrand because I couldn’t have the name “Treblebaps” as my @ on everything anymore. Maybe a bit dramatic, yes, but it bothered me nonetheless.

-

Going back to the Flipside, what you need to know is that the main story of Purpleside, now called Rubyside, has changed. But the story of Yellowside, now Goldenside, has all but stayed the same premise wise. I will now explain the premise of both stories to better explain the changes.

Rubyside

Edgar Adams-

the owner of a popular arcade, now slipping out of it’s golden age, accidentally murders his business partner, Oliver Walker, in a drunken spat. This act of violence, awakens a dormant entity, which begins to reach out to Edgar. Promising him various things and telling him secrets no living person knows.

Edgar follows its guidance and kills, experiments with living matter, and carves a gateway between this world and the world the entity came from, The Flipside. Held together by six arcade machines that encoded with both of their secrets.

After a pattern of tragedy Edgar disappears. Presumed dead, but continuing down his path as he repeatedly builds himself new identities, and faces, as he consumes an element known as Gold to try to keep his own face from falling off.

Following Edgar’s fall, Edgar’s two sons, discover a sliver of the secrets Edgar had kept from them. And while the younger Edgar Jr. goes down his own path,

the story from here primarily follows the older, David, as he hunts down all of the six arcade cabinets, which are now scattered in different locations across America with no signs to tell them apart.

However, his journey is made even harder on account that these arcade cabinets continually spawn twisted forms of life in many different horrific ways. Ranging from a mad race-car driving hairless cat that has split itself into endless fragmentations, a deep diving space game that causes people to drown in their sleep, a zombie shooter game that’s brought its main antagonist alive in a strange, eccentric, but annoyingly helpful way, and a boxing game that has strangely caused one of the animatronic animal characters in a pizzeria to spring to hungry life (as a little final nod to the original.)

Rubyside’s story follows David and several other characters amidst a story of living media, cults, body horror, and bloodshed.

As for Goldenside

The events of Rubyside never took place in this universe, Edgar never killed anybody, Finch never interfered. And many of the characters who died or became victims of the other worlds trauma, are able to happily live.

Namely Edgar Adams Jr. Or also known as Edwin, got to experience a vaguely normally childhood with his friends.

Edwin's friends being Lucy Smith

Eloise Baptiste

Tracy Walker

Teresa Chowdhury

Gabe Mitchel

Rodrick Woods

And Cody Fischer

These are our primary protagonists for Goldenside, and for the most part, they are happy.

However, consequences from Rubyside begin to leak through into this "good timeline" and bringing echos of events and creatures from the bloodier timeline into this one. On account of the Flipside being one dimension, while the worlds that exist, are many.

This is a constant threat the main characters face as they struggle to preserve their little slice of life lives, and live through events in one time, out of their control.

Though there are entities, that have other plans, that work tirelessly to mold this story into their own vision.

But mostly, Goldenside functions as a less dire reprieve from Rubysides often pessimistic and grim tone. It's more of a villain of the week, though doesn't shy away from drama.

-

Overall, that's the rundown of what has been going on with the Flipside thus far. And how Rubyside differs from it's original retelling of the FNaF story.

There is a lot I can't say here, and a lot I am unable to show since there is a lot of concept art I am still having to work on, equally so a lot of stuff Riddles has yet to write. But I hope nonetheless this will still be something people are excited to follow.

[bowdre]

Tombstone OC

i. Basics

•Name•

Amber Brooke Holliday

•Nickname•

Little Holliday

•Age•

(1881) 21

•Birthday•

July 5th, 1860

•Gender•

Female

•Sexuality•

Straight

•Zodiac•

Cancer

•Height•

5'6"

•Occupation•

Gambler

ii.Relationship Status

Amber first met Johnny Ringo at the Oriental Saloon, along with the Earps and Doc. Though, she had already caught the outlaws eye at the theater when he saw her sitting with her brother.

Johnny, showboating his gun twirling skills, first made Amber interested. She recognized the tension between Johnny and Doc, but the heart wanted what it wanted, and Amber's heart wanted Johnny Ringo.

The two 'coincidently' ran into each other a few days later, and it was then Johnny saw the opportunity to ask if she was spoken for by one of the Earps. She said no. Immediately, the two started courting.

iii. Appearance

•Hair colour•

Golden brown

•Hair length•

Armpit

•Eye colour•

Chocolate brown

•Skin tone•

Rose beige

iv. Personality

•Good traits•

Leadership, intelligence, brave, observant

•Bad traits•

Disobedient, argumentative, deceitful

•Strengths•

Educated

•Weaknesses•

Stubborn, too proud

•Likes•

Astrology, thunderstorms, comfortable silence

•Dislikes•

The smell of tobacco, humid weather

•Habits•

Whistling, grinding her teeth

•Talents/skills•

Dexterity, sharp shooter, survival skills

v. Relationships

•Mother•

Alice McKey

•Father•

Henry Holliday

•Siblings•

John 'Doc' Holliday, Martha Holliday

•Lover(s)•

Johnny Ringo

•Friends•

Wyatt, Virgil, and Morgan Earp. Josephine Sarah 'Sadie' Earp, Magdalena Rhysdam, Louisa Earp.

•Close friends•

Morgan Earp

vi. Backstory

Amber was raised in a loving, nurturing home, despite the death of her mother in 1866. Amber was six years old. Growing up, Amber found comfort and security in her older brother, he was her protector. Amber was given everything her older brother was given. Nice clothes, a good education. Anything Amber wanted, she got.

When Amber was the right age to start finding her way in life, she quickly realized the domestic lifestyle simply wasn't to her taste. She found interest in card games, specifically poker, and she used her skill to her advantage.

Amber, who was seventeen at the time, was introduced to the lifestyle of Arkansas Dave Rudabaugh, a famous outlaw who played cards with her brother. The two struck up a short-lived romance, until Wyatt Earp came into her life. When the day came that her older brother saved the sheriff's life, Amber knew her friendship with the Earp brothers was more important than her romance with the outlaw.

[devilsupdates]

New Jersey Devils forward Paul Cotter was shot out of a cannon to begin the 2024-25 season. Yet, Cotter’s offensive production has dipped since his hot start. Devils general manager Tom Fitzgerald noticed, and provided Cotter with some words of encouragement amid the Devils forward’s struggles.

The Devils acquired Cotter over the summer in a deal with the Vegas Golden Knights that sent former top draft pick Alexander Holtz and 2023 playoff hero Akira Schmid to Sin City.

The goal for the Devils was to become harder to play against. Fitzgerald wanted to acquire players who not only were defensively responsible, but weren’t afraid to throw the body.

Cotter fit the mold.

However, after speaking with Fitzgerald following the Cotter acquisition, he felt Cotter had more to his game than just the forechecking prowess and physical mean streak.

“For us today and what we wanted to accomplish, adding a guy like Paul Cotter, who we believe has upside and has a little bit of Miles Wood in him, he can skate and is physical is what we wanted to do,” Fitzgerald explained over the summer.

The 25-year-old forward flashed that potential, scoring seven goals and 12 points through the Devils’ first 19 games.

However, since Nov. 14th, Cotter hasn’t collected a single point in New Jersey’s last 14 contests. Halfway through Cotter’s pointless streak, Fitzgerald spoke with him about his game.

Well, I think he still plays to his identity. I believe he just hits up front. That’s first and foremost. His wave was pretty big at the start of the year. It’s not from a lack of chances or trying. It just happens,” Fitzgerald began to explain. “But we talked when we went out to Western Canada, my message to him was, just don’t forget who you are as a player. Everything else is great. I mean, I don’t care if he scores 10 or 12 goals this year. But be part of something bigger than you individually, and that’s being a hard team to play against. Be a big part of that. And he has been.”

Cotter’s role has been fluid this season. There have been moments he’s skated in the top-six. But, for the most part, he’s floated between the third and fourth line, primarily playing next to Erik Haula.

Over the last 14 games without a point, Cotter has certainly ensured himself as a factor on the ice, collecting 59 hits in that span—averaging about four hits a game.

Cotter isn’t just throwing aimless hits as a physical presence on the ice, however. He’s using his body to separate pucks from bodies in an effort to move the puck up the ice.

That’s supported by Cotter’s 53.54 xGF% and positive 186-176 scoring chance differential since Nov. 14th, according to Natural Stat Trick.

When analyzing Cotter’s hot start, he wasn’t shooting all that much more than he was in the first 19 games of the regular season. Cotter averaged roughly 1.3 shots per game through Nov. 12th while accruing seven goals in that span. The Devils forward was converting on a bloated 26.9 S%, which has gone ice-cold since.

How cold?

Well, Cotter is averaging 1.07 shots per game since, a miniscule regression, but it can’t get any lower than his 0.00 S% in that span.

Suffice to say, Cotter should be able to get the monkey off his back soon. He was never a volume shooter, but only found a bit of luck in timely moments through the first 19 games of the regular season. Yet, through the rest of 2024-25, Cotter should be able to chip in a bit more offensively once his shooting percentage averages out.

Regardless, Cotter has been an effective bottom-six presence for the Devils. He’s exactly the kind of player they were missing last season that made the Devils so hard to play against in 2022-23. He battles and grinds for pucks, and the opposition certainly hates seeing him on the other side of the ice, making him part of the bigger picture. Fitzgerald wants him to contribute, and Cotter has the right mentality to do so.

“It’s not cool to not try,” Cotter said. “Maybe some guys are like that. But I think that’s how it’s going to be with our team this year. It’s going to be cool to push each other and expect the best out of each other.”

[calamity-calliope]

The Old Man

He's standing there, hands hanging at his sides. It looks awkward, for sure, but he doesn't dare pocket them, for a lifetime of looking over shoulders has prompted him to keep them close to his guns. The guns are a pair of weathered six-shooters, kept in old leather holsters that reek of oil. He's wearing a plethora of gun belts, and bandoliers, never without ammunition.

It figures. He was a soldier once upon a time, and the brown-gray butternut-colored coat, gone all natty and patched and still bearing a faded bloodstain or two. He was a Partisan Ranger, well-advertised by the felt hat decorated with a beautiful feather plume. It's hard to tell, from a surface level, if he's proud of his military service. Whether he is or isn't, it has taken a toll on him.

His is face tanned, slightly sunburned, and the features, sharpened with age, carry a weariness and profound melancholy, as though all the past had rushed forward and enveloped him. And sure enough, that silk-soft hair, the color of spun gold, is streaked with threads of silver. The years are weighing on him, and yet, there is a spark of youthful vigor in those blazing golden eyes of his

It's almost as though he resists. It's strange, because he is as subservient as any of his faith, devoted utterly and wholly to his orders and their completion. The body resists, but the man's will is unyielding.

Outwardly he seems like a town or village elder, a person whose life's experiences provide wisdom for the generations that follow after, whose steady hand has written volumes of philosophy and musings on the deeper workings of life and the self. But he gingerly hands his received orders to a nearby marine, who speaks them aloud as he listens intently. How could he write volumes of wisdom if he never even learned how to read?

Indeed, his upbringing is clear by the way he speaks. It's a slow, molasses-thick drawl, not too deep, but not pitchy either, and marred by improper grammar. Yet there's a confident note to it. It's the voice of a man who doesn't consider failure, or has never considered it. One could almost believe that he reminisces of days under a bright blue sky, thundering across open prairie, as though he would be able to fly away.

By all accounts, he should not be here. And still he is. He meanders off, the sound of his uneven gait echoing off into the air, becoming lost to the sounds of machinery and hymn. No more an anomaly, one would suppose, than anything else.

[walkswithdave]

Dave Eggers the circle explores privacy and what it would mean if there was none anymore. I wrote this a year before that book came out, covering some of the same ideas, a one “true you“ Internet presence, ending missing people, etc. :

Here is one possible future:

At birth each child is given a URL, this could be an extension of the social security number.

All use of the internet will be traced through this

URL. You can sign up for a free Yahoo account, for

example, but you must give your URL as a reference.

All internet transactions will be recorded in each

person's personal storage area. The amount of storage

area a person takes up will be a measuring stick of some kind, the more experience you have, the more room you take up.

Since everything will be done through the internet,

your life will be almost completely recorded. What you read, watch, buy, where you go, who you talk to

and what you say, etc.

Peoples' "Electronic Living Space" will occasionally be

hacked and this "private" information disclosed. At first,

people cared about this.

Eventually, many, many years from now,

there will be no need to hack this "private" info because it won't be

considered private anymore. Privacy

will be a quaint, old fashioned concept. Want to see what someone is reading

today? Just look it up. The idea of keeping your

life private will seem strange and primitive. The way things are now will seem to these

future people they way the "Wild West" seems to us.

We can appreciate the freedom people back then had,

but are happy things are a bit more controlled now.

No one is walking around with six-shooters and there

is some law and order. To these people in the future it will be like "what

do you mean you could do things without anyone

knowing? What do you mean you could go somewhere

secretly? You mean you could actually lose track of a person? What a strange and chaotic time that must

have been!" To them it would be very unsettling to not be able to know what

someone is doing at any moment, where they are, what they are saying or thinking, and it would

be a horrible thought to have people not to know this about you.

It's a hard concept to grasp, there there would nothing to hide, no secrets, no private moments.

But remember, this is far, far in the future, not 20 years, These people are very different than us. But I believe this is not a far fetched extrapolation.

This internet, the thing that we feel gives us anonymity and freedom

is really the golden shackles we are all clamoring to

get, putting ourselves, of our own free will, closer

to the ultimate control we all so much hate but one day will love.

The new ending to 1984 could be:

"But it was alright, everything was alright, the

struggle was finished. He had won the victory over

himself. He loved Google."

[emmajh97-mumaji]

Literally ALL My Blorbos

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍💕💗💝🥰

A comprehensive list of my favorite characters from my favorite media! (I keep this because it makes it easier to decide on what to draw lol)

[This post will probably be edited every so often, so make sure to go to the original and not any Reblogs for the most up-to-date version!]

[page break because LONG LIST IS LONG]

Ace Attorney: ○ Apollo Justice ○ Miles Edgeworth ○ Phoenix Wright ○ Simon Blackquill Animal Crossing: ○ Lily (Rainy) ○ Wilbur Avatar - The Legend of Korra: ○ Mako Barbie in The Nutcracker: ○ Captain Candy Ben 10: ○ Ben Tennyson Black★Rock Shooter: ○ Black Rock Shooter Bleach: ○ Ichigo Kurosaki Danganronpa: ○ Hajime Hinata ○ Kaito Momota ○ Kazuichi Soda ○ Kiyotaka Ishimaru Danny Phantom: ○ Danny Fenton DC Comics: ○ Shazam (Captain Marvel) ○ Aquaman Demon Slayer: ○ Kyojuro Rengokou Detroit: Become Human: ○ Connor (RK 800) Digimon: ○ J.P. (Shibayama Junpei) ○ Marcus Damon ○ Takato Matsuki ○ Takuya Kanbara Dragon Ball Z: ○ Trunks Briefs (Mirai Trunks) Frozen (Disney): ○ Elsa Final Fantasy: ○ Cloud Strife ○ Prompto Argentum ○ Black Mage [any generic one] ○ Zack Fair Five Nights at Freddy's: ○ Glamrock Freddy ○ Golden Freddy (Fredbear) ○ Toy Freddie [in huggable Gijinka Form] Generator Rex: ○ Rex Salazar ○ Six Genshin Impact: ○ Arataki Itto ○ Lisa Minci ○ Mona Megistus Hazbin Hotel: ○ Lucifer Morningstar ○ Angel Dust Henry Stickmin: ○ Charles Calvin Hetalia: ○ America (Alfred F. Jones) ICEY_ (X.D.Network): ○ ICEY Interstella 5555: ○ Shep ○ Octave ○ Manager (Music Producer Guy) Jarrett Williams' Comics: ○ Joe Somiano from Super Pro K.O. ○ Sensational Sike from Super Pro K.O. ○ Ace Estrada (Yellow Hype) from Hyper Force Neo ○ Neil Tran (Blue Hype) from Hyper Force Neo Kingdom Hearts: ○ Axel (Lea) ○ Meow Wow Kiznaiver: ○ Hajime Tenga Legend of Zelda (BotW/TotK): ○ Link ○ Sidon Mario (Nintendo): ○ Luigi Marvel: ○ Clea Strange ○ Doctor Strange (Stephen) ○ Spider Man (Peter Parker) Miyuli's Webcomics: ○ Oz from Morgana & Oz ○ The Bogeyman from Lost Nightmare My Hero Academia: ○ Izuku Midoriya (Deku) ○ Kirishima Eijirou (Red Riot) Mystery Skulls Animated: ○ Lewis Pepper the Skeleton Ghost Mystic Messenger: ○ Yoosung Kim No Straight Roads: ○ 1010 [Eloni, Rin, & Purl-Hew are all good] ○ Zuke Persona: ○ Ryuji Sakamoto Pokemon: ○ Ash Ketchum (Satoshi) ○ Cilan ○ Hugh ○ Milo ○ Pearl (Barry /Jun) ○ Deoxys ○ Mismagius Promare: ○ Galo Thymos Rise of the Guardians: ○ Jack Frost RWBY: ○ Neptune Vasilias ○ Qrow Branwen Sanrio: ○ Keroppi ○ TuxedoSam ○ Shunsuke Yoshino Seduce Me (The Otome): ○ Matthew (Zecaeru) SOMA: ○ Simon Jarrett Sonic the Hedgehog: ○ Gold the Tenrec ○ Mighty the Armadillo ○ Shard the Metal Sonic ○ Silver the Hedgehog Soul Eater: ○ Black Star The Book of Life: ○ Manolo Sanchez Tiger & Bunny: ○ Kotetsu T. Kaburagi Vampire Knight: ○ Zero Kiryu Voltron: Legendary Defender: ○ Shiro (Takashi Shirogane) Xenoblade Chronicles: ○ Shulk Yu-Gi-Oh: ○ Soulburner (Takeru Homura) ○ Yami Yugi (Atem) ○ Yusei Fudo ○ Stardust Dragon 2064: Read Only Memories: ○ Lexi Rivers ○ Turing

BONUS: Media I love, but don't have a blorbo from

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Avatar (world of Pandora; James Cameron)

Atlantis (Disney)

Angry Birds

Dekoboko Sugar Days

Disney Princess Movies [i.e. The Little Mermaid, Mulan, Sleeping Beauty]

D.N.Angel

Epic (Blue Sky movie)

Epithet Erased

Full Metal Alchemist

Ghibli Movies [specifically Castle in the Sky & Kiki's Delivery Service]

Hamtaro

Hindu Mythology [Amar Chitra Katha comics]

How to Train Your Dragon movies

Kal Ho Naa Ho

Kung-Fu Panda movies

Land of the Lustrous

The Lego Movie (and 2)

Lisa Frank

Little Witch Academia

MLP: Friendship is Magic

Megamind

Molly Moon (book series)

Mune Guardian of the Moon

Paleoart (dinosaur documentaries & encyclopedias)

Panty & Stocking with Garterbelt

Penguins of Madagascar

Pretty Cure (HeartCatch)

Pusheen

Sailor Moon

Scooby-Doo [What's New? and Mystery Inc.]

Scott Pilgrim

Starlight Brigade - TWRP

Steven Universe

TRON [1982, Legacy, and Uprising]

Tatsinda by Elizabeth Enright

The Avengers

TokiDoki

Tokyo Mew Mew

Treasure Planet

Undertale & Deltarune

Vocaloid / UTAUloids

[fgmtzdev1]

Favourite games list? Okay, here we go.

List is organised by genre, not console and is not a complete list. Will be updated as time goes on.

First person shooters:

the Call of Duty Series, especially Modern Warfare

Rainbow Six Siege (pre-2020)

The Halo series, including Halo Infinite

Severed Steel

Insurgency: Sandstorm

Arma II and III

Third person shooters:

Army of Two

Gears of War series

Syphon filter

Action/Adventure

Grand Theft Auto V

Grand Theft Auto IV

Watch_Dogs 1 & 2

Mirrors Edge

Mirrors Edge Catalyst

Platformer

Sonic series

Mario series

Vehicular/Racing

BeamNG Drive

Mario Kart

Need for Speed (specifically Undercover, Most Wanted and The Run)

Gran Turismo (specifically the PSP port)

RPG/JRPG/Dungeon Crawler

Pokémon, basically every game

Dragon Quest series, specifically Dragon Quest VII, IX and XI

The Elder Scrolls series, specifically Morrowind and Skyrim

Tales of Zestiria, specifically the PS4 version

Monster Hunter, specifically World and Rise

Phantasy Star (Genesis/Mega Drive)

Kingdom Hearts series

Persona 3 Portable

Persona 4 Golden

Persona 5

[christinesolstice]

You're My Type

Summary: Jimin has not been in a relationship in years even though his best friend, Taehyung, and Taehyung's boyfriend, Seokjin, often invite him into their relationship and into their bed. Jimin decides he wants a night out dancing and convinces his best friend to go with him. What he doesn't expect is to meet a six-foot tall, golden haired man that he can't keep his eyes nor his hands off of. Will this blossom into something more?

“Come ooonnnn TaeTae, you know you want to go with meeee.” Jimin pouted at his best friend, his hand tugging on Taehyung's short-sleeved shirt, doing his best to appear overly sad and wounded.

Taehyung rolled his eyes and laid his head back on the leather couch, his brown curls falling into disarray. Taehyung pressed the pause button on the game controller he was holding and huffed loudly in semi-annoyance. By now, he was well used to Jimin’s neediness, and most of the time he found it endearing. But Taehyung had waited months for this new shooter game to come out and his boyfriend had stood in line for hours for the midnight release, just to be able to surprise Taehyung with the game for his birthday.

~

Jimin and Taehyung had been best friends since their Senior year of high school. Jimin was being picked on by the school’s biggest bully and had been tripped onto the concrete outside of the school, his uniform pants ripping at the knee and his leg skinned and bleeding from his fall. The bully had just called Jimin a, “fucking fairy freak,” when Taehyung, the new kid in school, had come up and punched the bully square in the face. Taehyung had then grabbed Jimin’s smaller hand, jerked him up off of the ground and took off running, dragging Jimin after him. They had made it two blocks away from the school before they both collapsed against a fence, panting heavily. Jimin looked up, eyeing Taehyung warily and Taehyung gave him a huge boxy smile. “I think that counts as my exercise for the week,” Taehyung had said, causing Jimin to laugh for the first time in what felt like months.

After that moment, the two had become practically inseparable. One could rarely ever be seen without the other one. You could say that, in a way, they had fallen for each other at first punch.

Jimin and Taehyung had spent every day that they could together, even enrolling into the same art college – Jimin going into fashion design and Taehyung into photography. In their first year of college, they were even able to share a dorm room and together they shared the struggling artist lifestyle. After college they were able to find a small apartment that they could afford with their side jobs as they worked towards making their dreams come true. They were each other’s best friend, most trusted confidant and eventually they even became lovers for a time before realizing that it would never work out between them romantically, and so while they decided to share intimacy, they also decided not be romantically involved.

Taehyung had been Jimin’s first, in many ways. Taehyung was Jimin’s first real kiss, his first real date, his first all-night cuddle buddy, his first sexual encounter in any way and, eventually, became the one to take Jimin’s virginity. Taehyung was definitely not as innocent as Jimin when they met, but Taehyung experienced a lot of his firsts with Jimin as well. For the first time, Taehyung had someone that he could trust with every single piece of his being, every single piece of his heart. For once in his life, he felt as though he could sleep safely and peacefully through the night, his best friend curled into his side, the smell of Jimin’s usual peach shampoo filling his senses.

~

“Tonight is supposed to be my night in, my night to MYSELF.” Tae grumbled. “WHY exactly are you here anyway?” he asked, lifting his head to glare at his best friend, the second love of his life, before pointedly pressing the start button to resume his game, the sound of video game gunfire filling the large but cozy living room.

Jimin’s pout intensified on his plush lips as he slumped down onto the couch.

“I just wanted to go out and have some fun with my best friend who NEVER has time for me anymore, is that really so wrong?” he asked sadly, fingering the sun pendant that was hanging on a silver chain around his neck. Taehyung had gifted him the pendant when Jimin scored his first big designer gig and Jimin had worn it religiously every day since.

Taehyung smirked as he shot down an enemy sniper in the game. “Let’s be for real, seeing as how you stay the night here four times a week would suggest that I have more than enough time for you. You don’t want to “have some fun” with me, you just want to get that fat ass laid by someone that you don’t have to feel guilty about,” he said teasingly, knocking his shoulder into his friend’s.

Jimin sat up straight at that, pertly crossing his black denim-clad legs, his black chelsea boots gleaming underneath the overhead lights. Jimin gave an offended sniff and glared at his friend. “For one,” he stated, “I do NOT have a fat ass! And for two, there is nothing wrong with getting a little action now and then from someone who won’t harass me about being a third boyfriend!”

“Who’s getting a little action?” a voice behind them interrupted. Jimin turned his head to see Taehyung’s boyfriend, Seokjin, walking into the room, apparently just getting home from work since he was still in in his suit from the office.

Seokjin was one of Seoul’s top prosecuting attorneys. How Taehyung’s starving artist self was able to bag him, Jimin still didn’t understand, but the two had been dating for close to two years now and Jimin couldn’t have been happier for them, if not a little jealous at times. Jimin didn’t like sharing what was his, and Taehyung was definitely his first, a fact that he constantly reminded Seokjin of when he first started dating Taehyung. It was only after Seokjin had assured Jimin that he would never be replaced, that Jimin finally started loosening his claws a little bit. However, sometimes Jimin was a little jealous of Taehyung as well, even if he WAS happy for him. How could he not be jealous after all? Seokjin not only had a prominent career, but he was loaded AND was one of the most handsome men that Jimin had ever laid eyes on. He was so handsome, in fact, that Jimin had almost said yes when Taehyung and Seokjin had invited him into their bed and into their relationship.

Instead, Jimin, after thinking seriously about it for quite some time, decided to turn down their offer for a relationship. He knew that Taehyung loved him, just as much as he loved Taehyung and he knew that they both wanted him to join their relationship, but he couldn’t bring himself to agree. While Jimin loved hooking up and the sex was amazing with both of them involved, when it came to actual relationships he was rather old fashioned, which is why it had been years since he had been in one. His refusal, however, did not stop Seokjin from spoiling him almost as much as Seokjin spoiled Taehyung. Nor did it stop Seokjin and Taehyung from asking him to be their third or from giving Jimin toe-curling orgasms. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon to find Jimin spending the night at their condo, winding up squashed in bed between the two, Seokjin’s arm under his head and Taehyung lulling him to sleep with gentle and sweet kisses after they had both wrung him dry, his throat parched from moaning and his ass sore from their thoroughness.

~

Jimin had just gotten home from work and was starting to prepare dinner for himself and Taehyung when Taehyung barged through the door of their apartment, talking excitedly about some “hot guy” that he had met at the gallery where Tae was going to have his upcoming photography exhibition. Taehyung had then woken Jimin up excitedly when Seokjin had called him to ask him out on a date, and then proceeded to make Jimin sit through a mini fashion show as Taehyung had tried on every article of clothing he owned, before deciding to wear clothes from Jimin’s closet, stating that his own were just not sexy enough. Jimin held his jealousy in for the first few dates that Taehyung went on, until one night when Taehyung didn’t come home until after two in the morning. Jimin had waited up, pacing, not used to being home alone that late. Taehyung had, at last, come through the door. His hair was a complete wreck, hickies lining his collar bones and a blissed-out expression on his face from being thoroughly fucked.

At first, Jimin was very distrustful of the man. After all, no one had ever been able to take his Taehyungie’s attention away from him and because of that fact alone, Jimin had been determined to hate Seokjin in every single way, for all his existence if he had to. Then the night came when Taehyung, decked out in a new leather jacket from his boyfriend, had begged Jimin to at least come out and eat dinner with them, and try to get to know Seokjin. After an hour of Taehyung begging and pleading and even promising Jimin the best blow job that he had ever received, Jimin finally succumbed to the pressure when Taehyung had held him down and began tickling him.

Jimin was NOT happy about going out to eat with them even though Seokjin was the most handsome man he had ever seen, and that Seokjin was every part an upright gentleman. Seokjin had arrived at the apartment that Jim and Taehyung shared, with a bouquet of flowers for both of the young men. Seokjin had held the car door opened for both of them, the restaurant door open for both of them and even told Jimin to order whatever he wanted to eat and drink, no matter what the cost. Jimin spent most of the evening trying to keep a pleasant look on his face, but would wind up scowling every time Seokjin touched Taehyung, not realizing it until Taehyung would kick him under the table. Once the wine started sinking into his systems, Jimin found himself noticing the flush on Seokjin’s cheeks and thinking, “cute,” without realizing it. Once he realized what he had thought, he mentally berated himself and steeled his resolve back into hatred for the man across the table from him. It was when Taehyung had made one of his terrible dad jokes, accompanied by his charming boxy smile, that Seokjin threw his head back and let out a loud and genuine honking laugh, his eyes crinkling up, that Jimin’s ice started to defrost. It took a few more outings for Jimin to really start warming up to Taehyung’s new boyfriend, but Jimin had never been able to refuse his Taehyungie anything, and that included liking Seokjin. Seokjin had tried, several times, to gift Jimin with things like he did Taehyung, but Jimin resolutely refused to accept every single one of the gifts.

Seokjin was thrilled when Taehyung bounced into his condo one night with a semi-reluctant Jimin in tow, stating that Jimin was going to stay the night too. Jimin apologized for Taehyung springing the overnight stay on Seokjin last minute, but Seokjin waved away his apology, stating that Jimin was more than welcome to come over any time, day or night. The three had spent the night watching movies and eating way too much food and it seemed that every hour that passed, Jimin’s heart melted a little more towards the older man. During one particularly scary movie, Taehyung had supposedly become so freaked out that he climbed into his boyfriend’s arms, dragging Jimin with him, becoming sandwiched in between his boyfriend and his best friend, clinging onto both of them for dear life. Jimin had looked over the top of Taehyung’s head to catch Seokjin’s eye. Seokjin smiled and gave Jimin a cheesy wink before kissing the side of Taehyung’s head and turning his attention back to their movie. Jimin had burrowed into Taehyung’s side, biting his lip in deep thought about the man that Taehyung had sprung into their lives, trying to decide if he could really accept it or not.

Once the movie had ended, Jimin stood up quickly, announcing that he had something important to say. Jimin paced back and forth in front of the coffee table while Seokjin and Taehyung sat side-by-side, their eyes glued to the beautiful man in front of them.

Jimin ranted about how for the first time, he felt that he was losing Taehyung. He stated how their relationship had changed so much since Seokjin had come into his Taehyungie’s life and that Jimin felt as though he had been replaced. Seokjin started to pale, and Taehyung tried to interject but Jimin held his hand up for silence and took a deep, steadying breath. He exhaled slowly and looked Seokjin dead in the eyes.

“I guess if I have to lose my Taehyungie.. at least… at least it’s to a great man like you. But there will be rules to this, after all, Taehyungie was mine first. I get first dibs on him until you two have been together for over a year, that way I have time to get used to losing him. You will have him home to me a reasonable time after dates unless he plans to stay the night with you. Protection is a MUST for your sex life, no matter how much he begs for you to go in raw and trust me, he WILL beg for it. You need to know that I, as his best friend, will always come first. Sometimes I will need to be held, sometimes kissed and Taehyung has ALWAYS filled that role. Now, since you two are in a relationship, I will not ask for sex or things like that, but the rest of it has to be fair game. And I reserve the right to add, expand or delete from these rules any time that I please. ”

Both Seokjin and Taehyung sat in shock for a few second before Taehyung yelled in happiness at Jimin’s grudging acceptance and launched himself over the coffee table to tackle his best friend to the ground, squirming all over him and leaving heavy kisses all over Jimin’s face and sputtering mouth. “I KNEW you’d start to like him Jiminie!” Taehyung had crowed happily, rubbing his nose on Jimin’s cheek as Jimin wrapped his arms around his waist tightly. “I just don’t want you to forget about me,” Jimin said sadly, and Taehyung pulled back to look at him in shock. “I would NEVER forget about you! Ever! You’re MY Jiminie and I’m YOUR Taehyungie okay?” Taehyung whispered gently to him before tipping Jimin’s chin up to kiss his lips gently. Jimin clung onto Taehyung and kissed him back for all he was worth.

Seokjin had sat back, watching their antics for a few moments before he cleared his throat, causing the younger men to remember that he was in the room with them. “While, I am beyond happy that you’ve decided to accept me, Jimin, and I do accept your rules, I must admit that I have some rules of my own.” Both of the younger men sat up in surprise, Taehyung looking at his boyfriend in confusion while Jimin narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Seeing Jimin’s look, Seokjin let out on of his big honking laughs. “It’s nothing like that,” he stated, waving his hands.

“First, Jimin, you must start accepting the fact that I’m going to spoil you as well. If you’re in my boyfriend’s life then you’re in my life and I tend to spoil those in my life. Secondly, I do not want to hear any more apologizing or you suggesting that you’re putting me out. You could come over every single time that Tae does, and it would STILL never put me out, if my puppy is happy then I’m happy.”

Taehyung wiggled in Jimin’s arms, “Didn’t I tell you that he was great?!” he said happily.

“Thirdly, I want you to try to realize that I will never take Tae away from you and I have no intention to do so. Tae explained your relationship to me on our first date and I told him that I would accept it in all of it’s entirety and I have, I always will. You’ll find that I can be a jealous man at times, but like you, I cannot resist giving into our boy. Plus, I like you. Tae and I have even discussed you being our third.”

Jimin choked at this, thoroughly shocked at what he heard. “Y-you…you talked about what?!” Taehyung turned in lap and wrapped his arms around Jimin’s neck. “Come on, Jiminie, I love you and you love me. And I also love Jinnie, so what could be better than the three of us together? Plus,” Tae leaned in to whisper in Jimin’s ear, “You should see the size of his dick!’

“Yah! Taehyung!” Seokjin mock-yelled, his ears turning as red as Jimin’s cheeks.

Seokjin cleared his throat again, “Anyway, I know that there will be times when you and Taehyung will want the intimacy that you share, and I want you to know that I’m okay with that, truly. You give to him something that I never could. “

Jimin looked at the older man in confusion, his brow furrowing. “What can I give him that you can’t?” Jimin asked.

“You can give him yourself, your memories. You’re his safe place, Jimin, and I would never dare to take that away from him.”

~

Seokjin leaned over the couch to kiss his boyfriend on the top of the head before leaning to the side to kiss Jimin’s upturned lips in greeting.

“Jimin wants to go to the club so he can get laid by someone other than us.” Taehyung said and then started shouting as an enemy player took him out, flopping himself backwards and crossing him arms in his tantrum.

Seokjin perched on the back of the couch, loosening his tie, rand arched his eyebrow. “And? What’s wrong with that?” he asked, causing Jimin to stick his tongue out at his best friend in triumph. Taehyung twisted around, placing his hands on his boyfriend’s thigh, and pouted up at him. “It’s my night to stay innnnnnn,” he whined.

Seokjin chuckled and ruffled his hair affectionately. “Now, puppy, doesn’t Jimin share you with me?”

“Yeah…”

“Well maybe you should share Jimin with other people, yeah?”

Taehyung squinted his eyes at his boyfriend, “I DO share him with people. I share him with you several times a week!”

“That’s not the same!”

“That’s not the same!”

Both Jimin and Seokjin replied, causing Taehyung to grumble.

“C’mon Tae-Tae...” Jimin said using his cutest voice, falling to the floor on his knees in front of his friend.

“Jiminie... I really do-oohhh…” Taehyung moaned as Jimin began caressing his length through his sweat pants. Taehyung inhaled deeply as Seokjin chuckled. “That’s not fair Jiminah!”

Jimin gave his best puppy dog eyes.

“Pretty please Taehyungie?” he whispered, before lowering his lids into what the couple referred to as his “Siren Gaze”. “I’ll give you such a good blow job if you go with me…I’ll even let you fuck my face.”

“Good god,” Seokjin laughed, “If you don’t take him up on it, then I will, puppy.”

Taehyung pushed Jimin’s hands away from him and sat up, his half-hard cock visible under his pants. “Fine! You win! I’ll go!” Jimin squealed in excitement and pushed a grumbling Taehyung to the bedroom so he could pick out their clothes for the night.

“Yah! Call Jungkook and see if he can go with you!” Seokjin yelled after them, knowing that once alcohol entered their system, they could be a handful and that Jungkook was at least intimidating enough to keep the truly weird creeps away from his men.

“Anything you say beautiful!” Jimin yelled back.

[rawwkingrimmie64]

[Image ID: A screenshot of a Marvel Rivals team's statistics after a match. The top row shows categories for Player name, Kills (represented by crossing swords), Deaths (represented.lby a broken heart), Assists (represented by crossed arms have holding hands), Medals, Final Hits, Damage, Damage Blocked, Healing, and Accuracy. Each of the next six rows have a symbol representing their Hero category and a picture of their Hero before statistics for these mentioned categories. The first two Heroes, Doctor Strange and Groot, and Vanguards (represented by crossing arms). The next two Heroes, Hawkeye and Winter Soldier, are Duelists (represented by a diagonally raised fist). The final two Heroes, Cloak and Dagger (as one Hero duo) and Jeff the Land Shark, are Strategists (represented by a large headed hammer facing left). To the far left of the final row is the acronym MVP in stylized golden letters.

BearDenNA plays as Doctor Strange with 15 kills, 8 Deaths, 0 Assists, no medals, 4 Final Hits, 8,629 Damage, 27,034 Damage Blocked, 0 Healing and 27% Accuracy.

Zyairisdaddy plays as Groot with 18 Kills, 8 Deaths, 0 Assists, medals for most Damage Blocked (represented by a two colored blue and white shield, split vertically) and a triple kill (represented by a stylized red 3), 14 Final Hits, 11,837 Damage, 30,532 Damage Blocked, 10 Healing, and 30% Accuracy.

Hoodoe plays as Hawkeye with 22 Kills, 10 Deaths, 2 Assists, no medals, 15 Final Hits, 11,723 Damage, 7,908 Damage Blocked, 0 Healing and 35% Accuracy.

smellyviper plays as Winter Soldier with 19 Kills, 8 Deaths, 4 Assists, no medals, 12 Final Hits, 14,175 Damage, 7,598 Damage Blocked, 0 Healing, and 46% Accuracy.

RawwkinGrimmie plays as Cloak & Dagger with 15 Kills, 6 Deaths, 28 Assists, medals for most Healing (represented by a green cross) and most Assists (represented by a gold boxing glove), 1 Final Hit, 4,364 Damage, 5,751 Damage Blocked, 23,284 Healing, and 89% Accuracy. All stats are in yellow text with a blue border to represent the player viewing the stat sheet.

Tokem_Ganes plays as Jeff the Land Shark with 8 Kills, 11 Deaths, 18 Assists, no medals, 6 Final Hits, 3,337 Damage, 6,659 Damage Blocked, 19,488 Healing, and 41% Accuracy.

/End Image ID]

Feeling absolutely robbed of an MVP right here.

KDA ratio is 7.167 to 1,

Most healing in the match for either team

Most assists in the match for either team

Better than the MVP in kills, deaths, assists, damage, healing, and accuracy.

KDA ratio was more than triple the rest of the team's average ratio., and more than triple the MVP's ratio.

My brain is hurting so much from trying to comprehend this. Only my third day playing a shooter like this, and my best performance by far gets robbed.

I can't believe 3 Double KOs off of a cheesy ult was enough to steal away all of my hard work, especially since the Jeff rage bullied the Groot into changing his Hero after we lost the first round so he could get the Team Up abilities.

I deserved MVP this match, and I really need someone to explain why the game handed it over to an inferior Jeff.

[samacharapp]

Assassination Bid On Sukhbir Singh Badal During His Penance At Golden Temple, Suspect Arrested

Sukhbir Singh Badal began serving his penance on Tuesday morning, a day after he was directed to perform as a ‘sewadar'

A man opened fire at Shiromani Akali Dal (SAD) chief and former Punjab Deputy Chief Minister Sukhbir Singh Badal while he was serving his punishment at Amritsar’s Golden Temple on Wednesday morning. Police have arrested the suspect and are questioning him.

The suspect has been identified as Narayan Singh Chaura, a former member of Babbar Khalsa International (BKI), one of the oldest Khalistani separatist groups.

Additional Deputy Commissioner Of Police (ADCP) Harpal Singh said the security arrangements were proper, but the shooter tried to do some mischief and could not succeed.

Amritsar Police Commissioner Gurpreet Singh Bhullar said personnel Rishpal Singh, Jasbir and Parminder displayed alertness and foiled the attempt.

He said Narayan Singh Chaura (attacker), who has a criminal record, has been arrested and a case has been registered.

Amritsar MP and Congress leader Gurjeet Singh Aujla called the incident unfortunate. He said there’s no frisking at Golden temple. He said he did not want to blame CM Mann and added that there was no Khalistani sentiment in Punjab.

Badal began serving his penance on Tuesday morning, a day after he was directed to perform as a ‘sewadar’, and wash dishes and clean shoes at the Golden Temple in Amritsar. Badal was seen wearing a plaque around his neck as he sat in a wheelchair because of a fractured leg.

Sri Akal Takht, the highest temporal body of Sikhs, handed the corrective measures to Badal and other leaders for supporting Dera Sacha Sauda chief Gurmeet Ram Rahim in the 2015 sacrilege of Guru Granth Sahib.

CM Mann Lauds Efforts Of Cops

Punjab Chief Minister Bagwant Mann condemned the attack and lauded the timely action of Punjab Police, who prevented a “major incident" from happening.

“It is the result of the promptness of the Punjab Police that the conspiracy to defame Punjab and Punjabis has failed. The police achieved great success by arresting the assailant on the spot with their promptness," he said and added, “I have issued strict instructions to the police to immediately investigate the incident and submit a report."

SAD Leader Seeks CM’s Resignation

SAD leader Daljit Singh Cheema demanded the resignation of Punjab CM and AAP leader Bhagwant Mann over the incident and the poor law and order situation in the state.

He said, “’Sevaks’ were offering ‘seva’ here. SAD chief Sukhbir Singh Badal was sitting by the Guru Ram Das Dwar as ‘Chowkidar’. A bullet was fired in his direction. I thank Guru Nanak he saved his ‘sevak’.

“This is a huge incident, what era is Punjab being pushed into? I would like to ask the CM of Punjab, where do you want to take Punjab? The attacker was caught on the spot. I also thank the security personnel here. Had they not acted promptly. There should be a high-level judicial inquiry into the incident. We will continue with our ‘seva’," he added.

Akal Takht Issues Penalty

The sentence was issued after Badal offered an unconditional apology to the Akal Takht, acknowledging his mistakes. The Sikh leaders had asked him to respond with either ‘yes’ or ‘no.’ Sukhbir Badal responded ‘yes’ to all the questions.

He admitted to crimes including the gun firing incident, sacrilege and backing the Dera head.

Sukhbir Badal was granted some leniency due to a leg injury. In addition, the title of ‘Fakhr-e-Qaum’ awarded to his father Prakash Singh Badal when he was Chief Minister was revoked after Baba from Sirsa was forgiven.

The sentence was pronounced by Jathedar Giani Raghbir Singh, also directed the working committee of the Shiromani Akali Dal (SAD) to accept the resignation of Sukhbir Badal as party chief, besides forming a committee to hold elections for the post of SAD president and office-bearers within six months.

The five Singh Sahibans (Sikh clergy) also pronounced religious punishment for other Sikh leaders who served as ministers in the Akali Cabinet during 2007 to 2017.

Giani Raghbir Singh said Sukhbir Badal, who was on a wheelchair because of a fractured leg, and rebel leader Sukhdev Singh Dhindsa have been asked to sit outside the Golden Temple wearing the dress of ‘sewadar’ for one hour each for two days.

They will also perform the service of ‘sewadar’ at Takht Kesgarh Sahib, Takht Damdama Sahib, Darbar Sahib at Muktsar and Fatehgarh Sahib for two days each.

Both Sukhbir Badal and Sukhdev Dhindsa were asked to clean utensils and shoes of devotees at the Golden Temple for one hour, besides listening to ‘kirtan’.

The punishment came nearly three months after Sukhbir Badal was declared ‘tankhaiya’ (guilty of religious misconduct) by the Akal Takht.

The Jathedar also directed Akali leaders Sucha Singh Langah, Hira Singh Gabria, Balwinder Singh Bhundar, Daljit Singh Cheema and Gulzar Singh Ranike to clean washrooms for one hour at the Golden Temple, and then clean utensils at the community kitchen after taking bath.

They will also listen to ‘kirtan’ for one hour, the Jathedar said. Other Akali leaders, including Bibi Jagir Kaur, Prem Singh Chandumajra, Surjit Singh Rakhra, Bikram Singh Majithia, Mahesh Inder Singh Grewal, Charanjit Singh Atwal, and Adesh Partap Singh Kairon, were also told to clean washrooms at the Golden Temple for one hour.

News is originally taken from: https://bit.ly/49nFiTd

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