#jordan x pc

[hakusins]

lord have mercy...

he's overcome with uncontrollable lust

[bunnyhatty]

bright red ropes

m!jordan × you!

im posting an unfinished nsfw because i am evil.

jordan gently let his eyelids fall over his eyes as a shaky breath escaped him as he felt your hands on his.

the bright red rope burned against his skin as you skillfully twisted and knotted them between his wrist, a gentle tug to tighten them sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.

"care to share what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" you asked him, smugness dripped down into your words as you already knew what he thought of. you liked to tease him like this, not that he's complaining.

"you," he shakily answered after a second of silence. you hummed, as if to ask him to continue, "and the way you touch me." his confession earned him a low laugh from you, his face burned a little brighter.

"do not laugh."

"i won't." you were still trying to stifle your giggling and he hoped that you didn't feel how he shuddered against the way you wandered your hands up and down his arms, to his neck and angled his head to lean back to your shoulder. he let himself relax on you.

you snaked your hands from both side of his waist, the sound of bottled lube echoed in the room but he didn't dare move his head to take a look at what you're doing. your other hand sneaked under his robes trying to single-handedly remove his undergarments.

"i can move... if it is difficult..." he opened his eyes and stared up at you, you took your attention away from his underwear and into his gaze.

"sure, it'll give me a chance to take a good look of you, too."

jordan, with your help, stood on his knees and faced you. his face was beet red, chest heaved heavily as he panted with anticipation.

"there you are, pretty." you cooed, a hand tenderly caressed his cheek.

[savingcontent]

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[narurinya-blog]

Sydney x PC (angelic male)

My HC is they look kinda similar but PC looks the closest to Jordan

[flaneur001]

Random DoL drabble because I’m bored… I just imagined what if Jordan was a LI with the same corruption stat as Sydney. So here it is lol~

CW- Religious themes, it’s sfw but mildly suggestive

Jordan The Priest x GN PC

You are in the Temple. Your hands are loaded with gardening tools as you move in and out of the garden. Your habit is covered in patches of dirt, stray leaves stick to your head and other places. You can feel sweat on your body with the amount of exercise you are getting |++strength +fatigue

As you enter the temple, your shoulder roughly collides with someone making you fall flat on your butt. You feel a sharp twinge of pain, as everything in your grasp is scattered around you |+stress +pain

You look up to see a familiar face loom over you. “I am so sorry, my child” Jordan mutters softly as he bends down and helps you up, lifting you by your arms. “I wasn’t watching where I was going” His long golden hair, slips from the sides of his cowl and tickles your nose. He frantically moves about gathering your scattered items as you dust yourself off.

Jordan smiles at you apologetically as he hands over the items to you, “I apologize again. I see you’re hard at work.” He gives you the items. Your fingers brush slightly. You smirk a little and hold his hand yanking him close to your face. His eyes widen as he stares at you, your faces inches apart, “Thank You” you mutter huskily making his breath hitch |+Arousal +Jordan’s Corruption

“Do-don’t mention it” a flush rises to his face, he stutters as he hastily picks up his book from the ground and walks quickly towards the pews without glancing back.

Its evening. You are at the orphanage at Domus street. You are wrapped in a towel as you move about your room, looking for your journal. After an hour long of futile search, your eyes land on a book with a brown leather binding.

It’s similar to yours, but when you flip it open, the name, “Jordan” rests on the page in neat and elegant cursive handwriting.

A curiosity fills you, and you sit on your bed and begin reading through the pages. Most of it is just mundane stuff, their schedule for everyday, some bookkeeping of temple allowances, and even regular musings. You mindlessly flip the pages, almost in a bored fashion when your eyes land on a very recent entry.

“I don’t understand what is happening these days. I find myself facing a deep precipice. This is wrong. So very wrong. In vain have I tried to cleanse myself of these thoughts. These vice like feelings are eating away at my mind. I can sense it. This darkness is slowly sweeping me in its corrupt hands, and I am willingly walking into its embrace.

I should’ve known you were trouble the moment I saw you drag Sydney into the depths of depravity. Yet I crave for you. I want you to look at me the way you look at them. I want to feel those emotions that feel so foreign to me. I feel alive in so very long a time. I have begun to look forward to the time you sneak up on me when you think I’m not looking. Those fleeting moments have ignited a flame of sorts. So Lord forgive me for I think I have sinned. Because I want to be loved by the sin incarnate”

Your mind swims with possibilities. This is a surprise. You never expected Jordan to reciprocate those feelings. Your heart thuds wildly as you realize something with a start. If you have Jordan’s journal right now, it means that your journal is currently in Jordan’s possession. And it has much more graphic and detailed entries inside it. Your own personal confessional of sorts that always begin with, “Forgive me Jordan, for I have sinned”

It holds several anecdotes about your little crush on the priest. Long paragraphs about the things you’d like to do with him |++ Arousal ++Jordan’s corruption

A lewd warmth fills you, as you think about running into Jordan tomorrow. You feel excited about the situation but it’s too tame to remove the cloud over your mind |-stress

[Silly bonus lols]- You are in the temple garden watering the flowers. You hear some footsteps approaching. It’s Jordan. He doesn’t look you in the eye, as he silently hands you over your journal. You can see his hands trembling a little. A wild tinge of red dusting his cheeks. When you think he’ll leave, he reaches inside his robe and pulls out a bottle. He uncorks it and just like that pours the entire contents all over your head. It seeps through your clothes making you shudder slightly as your habit clings to your body.

“It’s holy water” he mumbles, “You need it”. He leaves you alone in the garden, shivering as he walks back inside |++ Jordan’s corruption

[letstalktea]

Sweet As Pomegranate

Prompt: An alpha during a rut isn’t allowed to fuck anything, being made to find their pleasure through their holes

Summary: Pure Sydney taking toys up the ass during his rut, sniffing between his omega’s legs and messing up his chastity belt.

Content: AMAB!Bottom!Alpha!Pure!Sydney (he/him) x Top!Omega!PC (they/them), pegging, role reversal

Word Count: 862

There’s a way we can do it without breaking our vows.

That’s what they told him and there was no way he didn’t trust them after how close they’d grown to one another. Even if Jordan didn't think their feelings for one another weren’t pure enough to pass the rite, he had faith that they felt the same way about him as he did for them. He really, truly believed that.

He also believed that he wouldn't make it through his rut if they couldn’t touch one another. He was already going mad just being able to smell their sweet and tart omega scent – like fresh pomegranate juice dripping down his fingers – clinging to his uniform at the end of each day. They were temptation and his will was wavering. He wanted to be promised to one another already!

“Relax, Syd,” they whispered against his lips as they kissed him with fervor and dug their wet fingers into his virgin ass. “I'll hurt if you tense up so much.”

It should have felt defiling to be touched so deeply, but it didn't. In fact, it felt liberating because he trusted them. If anyone would be gentle with him, if anyone wouldn't abuse him or take advantage of him, if there was anyone that wouldn't leave him after they got what they wanted, he trusted it would be them. He believed in them and he believed they loved him as much as he loved them.

“You're doing so well,” they praised and his stomach fluttered.

He was an alpha at the onset of a rut and they were the omega that drove his instincts wild. The only thing that saved him from giving into his desire to pin them down and mount them was his own willpower and faith, but he also had faith in them; faith that they were correct when they proposed a way to touch each other without breaking either of their vows; faith that their idea was correct.

“I can't wait much longer to be joined with you.” They curled their fingers inside of him and he could feel his cock struggle to twitch behind the confines of his chastity belt.

Just as easily as they teased him open, they withdrew their fingers and left him empty and aching for them.

They sat up between his legs, proudly displaying the fake behemoth strapped to their hips. 

They wrapped their fist around its girth and stroked it slowly from base to tip, spreading the same lube over it that they'd used to stretch him open, until it was glistening. “Can I, Syd?”

To have an alpha embrace an omega was always risky. No matter how much self-control Sydney claimed to have, there was always the chance that he would slip. It was, according to them, much safer to switch the roles so neither of them lost their minds or rationality to their instincts.

The other part of their scheme was understanding that it didn't break their vows if he took a cock that wasn't even real in his ass. He couldn't put his penis in them, but they could fuck him with a toy without consequence. It was the best way to embrace one another while keeping their vows intact. Sure, it felt like cheating to think that way, but he was fine with bending the rules so long as he was finally allowed to hold them. One way or another, he wanted them.

“Yes,” he finally responded.

Their smile as they grabbed his hips to steady him against their fake cock was like a warm summer to him. Their touch was hot. They radiated. He wanted to bask in them.

Sydney reached out to cling onto their biceps, digging his blunt nails into their skin as he felt the sting of his ass being pried open on their cock. Even with all they had done to prepare him, it still hurt beyond words.

His mouth fell open in a silent scream.

Before he could tell them to slow down or voice how much it hurt, they pressed themselves tightly against him so his face was buried against their shoulder.

“Shh,” they whispered as they continued to push their hips forward to force their way inside of him. “I know it's uncomfortable, but you're doing so well. That feeling is proof that we're finally together.”

Sydney tried to listen to their words, but the sweet, sticky scent of freshly gathered pomegranates overwhelmed all of his other senses.

“Don't worry.” Their hips slammed forward into his. “It’ll feel good soon. Then I'll fuck that rut out of you.”

He could only grip onto them harder, both for stability and so he could keep pressing his nose against them to inhale their entrancing scent. Even if it hurt to lie under them, he would ensure it just so they could be joined together. He loved them. He needed them. He knew that they were the only omega that he would ever want.

That's why he could do this without complaining or stopping; because he had faith that they would finally pass the rite next month when they were allowed to try again.

[inkyquince]

DAY 03: Apocalypse Maiden (Jordan/ Rosemary's Baby)

The start of the End

content warning. I'm going to be real, this turned into River x PC x Jordan x Ivory Wraith lmao, pregnancy kink kinda, implied afab reader, noncon/dubcon, ritual sex, drugging, angsty? Monster sex, gaslighting, poor reader. mention of child death and murder.

You were excited for tonight. River had been oh so busy for the last couple of weeks, but now it was finally going to happen. 

You knew how he felt, marrying someone so much younger than he was, even going to his Temple leader to ask and pray on it, but you two together just felt right. It seems his temple agreed, having pointed you two to a bigger apartment in the town. River found this the highest honour, telling you over dinner with Winter that Jordan himself lived there. Winter had caught your eye and flicked an eyebrow up, making you hide a smile. You two were all too aware of River’s constant awe of his temple leader, making sure to hide his sincere devotion behind acts of service and his gruff attitude. You were going to miss Winter, an unexpected friend you made since the two men lived somewhat close together and got along best out of all of their colleagues. As you waited for River to finally return home for your evening in, you cast your mind back towards your chats with the elder gentleman, being a constant source for stories and intrigue. 

Sadly, your last evening with Winter as your neighbour had turned slightly sour as the older man began to share tales of the building’s history with you.

“It’s unfortunate.” River muttered curtly, uncomfortable with any negative comments said about his leader’s house. “But a long time ago.” 

“Not that long, y’know.” Winter neatly sliced up his meat, enjoying the fact his friend’s younger spouse was hanging onto his stories, your plate utterly forgotten. “Young ladies were found piled up in the basement with the most bizarre marks drawn and scratched on their bare flesh. Even a child was found wrapped up in newspaper in the elevator, smothered to death.” 

“Winter-” River’s hand found your thigh, giving it a squeeze. 

“In the end several priests from the temple were arrested but unable to be charged with anything.” 

“I’m sure it was a misunderstanding.” You curled your fingers into River’s tight grip, feeling him loosen up slightly. 

“Not what the public thought, dear.” Winter’s eyes twinkled at you, despite his lips being set in a straight line, ambivalent. “One priest returned to the building and was promptly beaten to death by the mob-” 

“Winter,” River finally slammed his cutlery down. “You’re going to spook them, and Jordan has been beyond kind to us.” 

Winter hadn’t apologised, just leaned back in his chair with his wine, a small smile on his face. Maybe River was right. You had been slow to warm to Jordan despite his calm demeanour, his charitable nature. Your husband tried so hard to have you warm to him, even spending that night after the dinner murmuring that Jordan was very fond of you, and he wouldn’t have extended the offer of the apartment if he didn’t. River wasn’t wrong, knowing from the gossip around the temple after mass that Jordan was less warm to non-believers married into a practitioner’s family, but you were one he seemed always happy to greet, holding your hands gently in his whenever he saw you and greeted you with kisses to your cheeks. 

The door unlocking made you jump, too lost in your thoughts to hear River’s key in the door. 

You hopped up and ran from your shared bedroom, down the hall and directly into his arms, delighting in his soft “oof” from the impact, and wrapping yourself in his comforting smell, of old books and aftershave. River just took a moment before smiling and dropping a kiss to your head, exhaling gently against you. 

“Baby making night.” You smiled against his jumper and River coughed in surprise before breaking off into a chuckle. 

“Not even a hello first?” 

“Hi, love. We’re making a baby tonight.” You rested your chin on his chest as shook his head, a small smile gracing his lips. 

You clung to your husband as he shut the door behind him firmly, letting the hallway slip into darkness, the candles you lit in the living room softly lighting the doorway, as if calling you two to your destination. 

As River showered, you set the table, humming to yourself. He emerged, brown hair, flecked with grey at the temples still damp and just took you aside to press a kiss to your lips, sighing softly. However, despite the shower and the soft touches, he still seemed a bit tense, probably from the work day. 

The dinner was wonderful, if you said so yourself, his foot gently resting between yours as he told you about his day, and you shifted excitedly in your seat. Just as you shared one last glass of wine, the doorbell went. 

River, startled, shot a slightly worried look at you before heading to the door. You kept an ear out for your interested neighbour, maybe wanting to spend the evening with you two again. Holding your breath as to hear better, you heard Jordan’s soft words and your husband’s happy responses. 

“Tell him to leave.” You whispered, holding the stem of your wine glass too tight. “Not tonight. Just not tonight.” 

River reappeared a few moments later, Jordan-less but bearing two cups of some sort of dessert. 

“And you thought we would be without anything sweet.” River’s eyes crinkled as he set one down in front of you, smiling slightly too tensely. 

“He didn’t want to come in, did he?” You asked, taking in the sweet treat in front of you. 

“No, he just wanted to pass on something he’s been working on for a fancy dinner he’s going to have.” River didn’t meet your eyes, already spooning some of the creme into his mouth, pleasantly surprised by the taste. 

You dug in as well, the sweet mousse practically melting on your tongue. It was absolutely lovely except… 

“There’s an aftertaste.” You mused, patting the spoon against your bottom lip. 

“Hm?” 

“Chalky. It’s strange.” 

River sighed, shutting his eyes momentarily before looking at you, disappointment etched into your face. 

“He made it specially, love. I know you… Don’t…” He trailed off with a small frown and you winced, knowing his despair that you couldn’t warm up to the man he respected. 

You sighed through your nose, but took more bites, not blind to River’s relief. Even as he stood up to get more wine, you struggled to finish the dessert, and instead quickly scraped the rest out into your napkin. Your husband kissed your neck sweetly as he came back to the table, sighing in happiness. 

You wish you could match his demeanour. Even as you washed up the dishes with River drying the plates, you began to feel dizzy. You didn’t know you were swaying on your feet until he cupped your elbow, murmuring that you shouldn’t have drunk wine on an empty stomach before the meal. 

You had to put all of your weight on him just to keep upright. You couldn’t even hear him, his gentle voice fading in and out by the time you two got to the bed. You could only hear your mournful voice, asking for him to give you a baby. His fingers shook as they unbuttoned your clothes. Hot tears dripped onto your collarbone and you didn’t know if it was you, mourning the lost evening to be intimate, or him… Murmuring for you not to worry, you’ll have a baby. One last whiskered kiss to your throat and you faded out completely. 

You dreamed you were back in school. Leighton was frowning at a broken window and was glaring at you and Darryl. 

“They’re perfect for this.” His mouth moved out of sync with his words, green eyes burning into you. “Don’t worry, my friend.” 

Suddenly you weren’t in the maths classroom anymore, and in Leighton’s office. Darryl was kneeling in front of you, tugging off the rest of your clothes, Leighton smoking in the dark room. 

“I’m sorry, Mister Leighton.” You mumbled, teary eyed as your body felt heavier and heavier, sinking to the floor, Darryl sinking down with you. “I didn’t mean to get everyone in trouble.” 

The headmaster’s office faded out and the hallway of your apartment faded in, your naked body being carried down by multiple hands. You could taste chalk on your tongue. 

You blinked slowly and the hallway was gone. Now you were in your bed at the orphanage, Bailey standing over you with blood on his knuckles and a broken nose. 

“What happened to the caretaker, Bailey?” You asked, feverish from a rat bite you got in the attic of the orphanage. 

“Down below.” His lips didn’t move, but his words echoed around your room. “That’s where we worship.” 

“Is he going to be okay?” 

Bailey blinked slowly at you, inching closer despite the way your body shivered with the dropping temperature. Blood dripped from his face and hands now, spattering onto your bare body, running in strange lines across your naked flesh. 

“He wasn’t that bad, Bailey.” You murmured and Bailey’s lips parted in a wide, unnatural smile. 

“He chose you, sweetheart. Be grateful.” 

Your old room fizzled out of existence, and you were in a strange, echoing chamber, surrounded by a crowd of people, faceless in the dark, with only a few candles flickering in the corners of the room. 

“Their eyes are open.” A familiar voice whispered, panicked. 

“If they ate their fill, they won’t remember anything.” Jordan’s voice cut through all the strange whispers. You blinked and turned your head, focusing on his beautiful blond hair, his naked pale body, strangely illuminated to you. Ghostly. 

“Jordan-” 

“Hush now, my friend.” Jordan’s voice was strangely strained, eyes fixed on your face. 

The room faded out and you were in the temple. You never spent much time here, too dusty for you, judged by eyes you couldn’t see. You blinked around before lowering your head in prayer, unsure what to even think about as the walls began to close in on you. 

Just as you began to feel the holy chant touch your tongue, a hand began to run over the back of your thighs, hungry. Claws pressed against your naked skin, roughly leaving red, swollen lines in its wake. You shook, unable to speak as a tongue curled around your ankle and began to lick up your sweating skin, inhuman and cold. 

Your knees shook and suddenly you were falling backwards, falling what seemed to be an eternity, dragged down down, through the dark murky waters of the lake you spent your summers at. Your sore back, fresh with more claw marks, hit rock, pain shooting up your spine as the jagged surface melted into cool, soft sheets. Claws dug into your knees, pushing them up to your chest as the tongue laved over your thighs, teeth clamping down on your soft skin, shaking their head as they sucked marks into your flesh. 

The dark blue water of the lake shimmered in and out, replacing the white of the echoing chamber to and fro. You struggled to breath, the feeling of water pressing down on you too much. 

You knew how to swim. 

You weakly lunged your hand up and the lake gasped, shaking and pushing away from you. You began to pull yourself up through the water as whatever that monster was began to scratch at you harder. 

“It’s hurting them-” The familiar voice shook, almost muted in the suffocating water. 

Jordan tsk-ed. 

You thought you could see him slowly descend on you, reaching out to pull you up, naked and shining in the dark water. His fingers intertwined with yours. You smiled at him. He smiled back. His smile shone bright as he pulled you back down into the water, his grip on your cold hands unbearably strong. Your wrists slammed against the cool sheets and you began to sob, too distressed to realise you could breathe under the water. 

“Now, now, my dearest.” Jordan murmured, his naked chest at your back, his lips pressed against your ear. “Endure for me.” 

In front of you, Jordan was hunched over your body, blond hair dripping wet and covering his face, sticking to his body as his inhuman tongue finally took notice of your hole, already puffy and sore from being prepared, but not by this monster. 

“Don’t, please, Jordan. That’s for my husband.” You sobbed, your hiccups bubbling up in the water. 

The naked chest at your back stilled before rumbling in a surprised chuckle. 

“I’m not doing anything, sweet thing.” Jordan whispered. 

You felt the Jordan at your back hold you tighter, something stiff and hard digging against your skin, as the Jordan in front of you groaned, tongue pressing in, deeper and deeper inside of you. The longer you stared, the more you realised, the voice behind you was right. That wasn’t Jordan.  

His blond hair withered into silver, his fair skin draining into a sickly white, fingers thinning into strange skeletal claws. Finally, the wet hair sticking to its angular face shifted and its blood red eyes were finally revealed, staring at your face as its fanged maw mouthed at your sensitive hole, its swollen blue tongue pushing deeper and deeper inside of you, growing in length.  

“No.” You whispered, horrified. “No… No… NO!” 

You tried to kick your legs, Jordan freezing up and hissing for you to stop, but the strange ivory being just stared at you, its claws wrenching from your thighs to your shins, holding them down itself. 

“God, no!” You continued to scream, the water snaking into your mouth to silence you, numbing your tongue with its frigidness. “This is no dream! Please, god no!” 

The tongue flicked inside you, touching you in a place never before reached, the numbness spreading as it decided where exactly to plant its seed. 

Its claws let go of your legs and grasped your hips instead, a strange rattle of pleasure sounding from his emaciated ribcage. With unforeseen strength, it hauled you onto your side, hissing as it struggled to pull your weakened body into position, Jordan freezing up for the first time, unsure how to help his God. 

Finally, the holy man gripped your upper arms and hauled you onto him, so you two were chest to chest. The wraith chittered and hauled your hips up, your knees shaking as they tried to hold your weight. 

“Jordan-” 

“Hush.” The priest hissed, voice strangely harsh, panicked and heated as his cock jutted against your pubic bone, dribbling pre-cum. 

The wraith’s own cock laved over your scratched thighs, more of a tentacle than anything remotely human. It clumsily dragged over your hole, struggling to wriggle its way in as its owner panted over you, drool hitting your back. Finally, with one last chitter, it roughly thrust its hips forward, the thick tentacle plunging into you and already curling against your stretched walls. 

“No.” You whimpered and Jordan placed a shaking hand on the back of your head, hushing you gently. 

“You’re chosen.” He whispered even as you tried to shut your eyes tight, wishing to return to the hazy dreams of the orphanage and the school, all of the moments that refused to leave your memory. 

The shadows around where you lay, what your brain had mistaken as shadows in the water began to chant softly, words alien to you as the wraith crawled over you, its entire weight at your back and its cock writhing unnaturally, expanding inside of you to a monstrous size. You could feel the tip against your lower stomach, pressing against the skin. Seems like Jordan could feel it too, a vibrant red blush painted his entire face as the wraith’s cock pressed against his, the bulge in your lower stomach throbbing from its sheer size. 

Your hysterical sobs were punctured by the odd whine or moan, feeling as if your hole was ruined beyond words. Evidently, it all became too much for Jordan, who stiffened up underneath you, his cock being pressed against by your warm naked flesh, but also the tip of the wraith’s cock dragging over it. With a shaky whisper, cum began to pool against the plane of his stomach, dripping down his sides. His cum felt like it was scorching against your frozen body, even your fingers pruning up as if you were truly under the dark waters of the lake. It began to feel tacky as the wraith thrusted into you, your entire body shaking and moving against Jordan’s, your stomach’s stained with cum as they rubbed against each other. 

It became too much, the hot of his cum and cock against your skin, the numbness spreading all over your body from the wraith’s touch. 

You passed out, growing limp, the wraith giving a shrill chitter as Jordan swore softly. A familiar hand, not belonging to either, touched your cheek, and with a whisper of “Love?”, you finally faded back into sleep. 

As you fall into sleep, Winter appears next to you, holding his books and looking worried. 

“I heard a rat bit you in the attic.” 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come and see you. I feel funny.” You whispered, tears running down your face. 

“Rest now, but you should see to it. It’s a blood moon, and you don’t want to be in bed, sick, for it.” 

Winter shimmered and disappeared and you descended into a suffocating sleep, nothing but black and a throbbing in your abdomen. 

River wasn’t in bed with you when you awoke, sore and stiff. Your bed creaked as you sat up, moving slowly and he must have heard, rushing in with a panic in his eyes before trying to hide it with a smile. As he tried to explain away the scratches and the cum seeping from your hole, you could only stare at him. River wasn’t a man that did that. 

You could still taste chalk. 

Yes, you were pregnant. 

Yes, you were happy at the news, holding River’s sweating hand as you were told. 

Yes, nothing brought you happiness like the thought of this child growing in you. 

But River never slept next to you anymore. Made the excuses that he was working late and ushered you to bed before he returned to his desk. You swore you could hear him sob in the next room as you lay, soft pillow against your cheek and his shirt tucked against your face so you could enjoy his scent as you drifted off again. 

Jordan never frightened you when you came home, pale and sweating from the strange pain in your abdomen. He took one look at you and expressed worry, worry that didn’t reach his twinkling eyes. 

Maybe you were the reason River couldn’t bring himself to come to bed anymore. Your face had sunken in and you were strangely frail as you stared at your naked form in the mirror. There was a lump growing in your belly, but nothing else. Pregnancy brought colour to cheeks and softness to their hips, but you were the opposite. Hell, Winter, who despite his position as a teacher did not really have a nurturing bone in his body, stared in shock at your state, wrinkled hand pressed against your sweating face. 

Harper only laughed and patted your hand. 

“Very common. The pain is your abdomen bones expanding and you shall lose weight before you add it on later on.” 

The pain stopped but only after a screaming match with River, demanding to change doctors, to move away, to run away, just the two of you, and not have Jordan and his followers descend upon your flat nearly everyday, to not have Harper smirk at you so cruelly. 

As you began to sink to the floor, sobbing, the pain finally stopped. You pressed River’s hand to your stomach as you finally felt a kick and your husband laughed shakily and ripped his hand away as if burnt. 

Jordan went with you instead of River to the check ups. River said Leighton piled more work on him and needed to be at the school more. Jordan ignored your insistence that you could go yourself, and held your hand as Harper chatted away. The priest didn’t even object when the doctor asked him if there were any hereditary illnesses on his side of the family that could affect the baby. 

A healthy glow returned to your face. You dropped by the school to ask Leighton yourself if River could have some time off for the month of your baby’s estimated birth. The headmaster’s eyes were trained on your chest and stomach, hunger glittering as he knitted his fingers together, smug. Told you that River only works half the week now, as to be with you.

You left, tears welling up and Jordan bumped into you on the street. Took you to get a dessert. The priest smiled as you blubbered and cried about River. 

The week of the birth was… Off. River was hardly in the house, but Jordan was. Winter had been taken ill into hospital shortly after a visit where he quietly asked if you remembered the stories he told you about the apartment and River burst in, wild haired and shaken. Asked his colleague if he could escort him to the museum opening. 

You were never so alone despite always being accompanied. 

The birth was terrible. Harper never made house calls but he was there in seconds after you hunched over in pain, after angrily demanding Jordan to tell you what was going on and the priest tried to shush you. 

Suddenly everyone was there. Jordan, Harper, River, the neighbours, the temple members. All watching and reaching out to touch you as Harper plunged a sedative into your arm, swearing softly. 

You woke up, pain free. You and River had decided that the nursery would be just across from your shared room, so you would always be able to see the cradle. Except there was no cradle. No toys in their boxes, ready to be taken out for the birth. No baby changing station, no mobile, no soft yellow curtains. 

It died. Harper’s tone was flat. You could have more kids, but this birth was complicated. You screamed at him, until your throat was sore and River climbed onto the bed for the first time in months, just to hold you and push his face into your neck. 

You didn’t want to be awake. You slept mostly. Except, you awoke sharply when you heard a baby’s cry echo throughout the hallway outside. 

“New family in the building.” River murmured as he began to clear up the breakfast tray he made for you, Jordan leaning against the doorway, eyes trained on you. 

“Do they have a baby?” 

River froze up slightly before smiling slightly. 

“I heard it.” You murmured quietly and sat back in your bed. 

You don’t know why you awoke suddenly during the day a week later. You spent most of the daytime sleeping, only awakened by River to eat and take some medication. You called out for your husband to no answer. So you stood, as if called. You slowly shuffled to the closet that River used to stock your shared winter clothes in the summer and pushed apart the thick coats. Standing still, you could hear faint laughter and clinking glasses… And a baby’s mournful cry. Those bastards, those lying bastards. 

You roughly shoved at the wall and it swung open… Into Jordan’s hallway. 

Nausea built as you shuffled in, refusing to think about anything but your baby. 

You were in such a trance, you didn’t realise you had walked into a party, the raised, happy voices trailing into a stunned, then joyful hum as your eyes found the cradle you were missing. A follower stared at you before backing away from the crib as you got closer, unaware you had taken a knife from your kitchen, ready to fight to get your child back. 

You smiled as you finally stood by the cradle and leaned in… 

You dropped the knife in horror, the blade lodging into the wooden floorboards. Suddenly a boy you faintly recognised, Sydney, was by your side, tugging the knife out of the boards with a huff, rubbing at the mark with his finger before scuttling off, as Jordan replaced him. 

“What did you do to it… “You whispered, eyes trained on what… What you knew in your gut was your child… But it couldn't be. “You monsters… What did you do to him?!” 

Jordan just smiled. 

“Aren’t you pleased? He has his father’s eyes too. He is a gorgeous boy..” He leaned in to trail a finger against your cheek, voice soft. 

“River’s eyes are blue.” You sobbed, hiding your face behind your eyes and shaking. “River’s eyes are BLUE!” 

“The Wraith is his father, not River!” A follower shouted in glee, blind to the horror making you sink to your knees. 

River appeared at your elbow and pulled you to your feet, dragging you away from the crib to seat you into a comfy chair. He couldn’t meet your eyes, just stare at his feet. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, hoarse, before disappearing into the crowd again. 

“Oh god… Oh god.” You whispered over and over again, even as Sydney trotted by and pushed a cup of tea into your hands. 

“Stop with the “oh god”’s already.” A different follower snapped at you, growing irritated with your wails. 

Strangely, Harper sharply elbowed him. 

“Show respect.” He hissed. 

You tuned out the happy chatter of the Wraith Worshippers, weakly sniffling, yet your eyes never left the crib. In fact, your heart squeezed as its cries started up again, the first follower to spot you enter the party, was back at the cradle’s side, rocking it with a strange frenzy, and your child fussed in discontentment. Slowly setting the tea cup down, you stood, slowly taking one step after another, being called by your only child.

The follower, perched by the cradle, glared as you slowly crept closer, eyes fixed on the dark cradle rocking, still too fast.

“Get away!” She suddenly snapped, when you were just a few steps away from the mewling beast. “You’re too close!” 

“You’re rocking him too hard.” You whispered, as if in a trance.   

“What?” Her hand pushing the cradle didn’t slow, in fact it sped up if anything else. “Look, you’re too close!” 

Others began to take notice of the fuss, River still not moving closer, biting his nails. Another camera flashed but the happy chatter eased into a soft hum as Jordan finally rose from where he was seated and stepped closer, cool hands gliding against your forearm. 

“Jordan, tell them! They’re too close!” The follower snapped. 

“Come now.” Jordan murmured, stroking along your shaking arm. “They know best. After all, they birthed him.” 

The follower’s face contorted in spite and they let go of the cradle, storming into the corner. Jordan murmured gently to you, but you were deaf to his coos, already closing the distance between you and your child. You could still feel the pain in your abdomen, ebb and flow, only to dissipate from your body, disappearing like the rest of the world when you finally rested your hand on the cradle’s edge. Rocking gently, his cries trailed off, his eyes fixed upon you with more intelligence than a child should have. You sat by, resting your chin on your arm, perched on the edge, with your other hand slowly trailing over his cheek. 

You didn’t see River duck his head and leave the room, nor the photographer snap another picture. You couldn’t even pay attention as Jordan stood beside you, as if a proud father as your child quietened down and you remained at his side, humming softly, as its blood red eyes slowly shut, drifting into sleep. 

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[maestratesfaye]

Deeper tells the story of 6 different friends. An exotic dancer who just moved to California to explore more of the new her, a musician who is finding the strength to love someone again, a makeup artist falling for the friend of the guy she's currently with, a Doula who decides it's okay to mix business with pleasure, and a cop dealing with single fatherhood and sticking up for his friend and his illegal crimes. But the main story follows Mondre Alexander, a musician who recently just got out of a relationship of 6 years with his partner. As he finds himself falling in love with Maestra Maleigh, an exotic dancer and the 'it' girl at Legends Gentlemen's Club. Despite the public, and opinions, will they block out the negativity or will they let it break them?

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I came up with this story my senior year of high school (2022) I never finished it because I didn't have the proper materials for this. But now that I have a fully built pc, animations, reshades, and fine ass Sims, I AM READY! I'm also STILL LOOKING FOR VOICE ACTORS!!! If you want to participate in Deeper make sure you shoot me an email or hit me up on Discord if you're not as professional as me. Shout out to all my current voice actors, including Rima (Kimberly Karneisha) Jordan (Tierra "Miss Blu" Watson) Jaleah (Faith Carter) Jahnell (Jassany Rose) and especially, Brian (Mondre Alexander) it's his first time voice acting and he did it so well. I appreciate each and every one of you for bringing my story to life. 💙🦋 

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DEATH IN PARADISE SPIN-OFF SERIES BEYOND PARADISE IS COMING TO BBC ONE AND IPLAYER ON FRIDAY 24TH FEBRUARY 2023.

CO-COMMISSIONED BY THE BBC AND BRITBOX INTERNATIONAL, BEYOND PARADISE FOLLOWS DI HUMPHREY GOODMAN (KRIS MARSHALL) AND HIS FIANCÉE MARTHA LLOYD (SALLY BRETTON) AFTER THEIR NAIL-BITING WILL-THEY-WON’T-THEY ROMANCE REACHED ITS EMOTIONAL FINALE IN SAINT MARIE IN 2017. VIEWERS WERE DELIGHTED WHEN HUMPHREY TOOK CONTROL OF HIS DESTINY AND FOLLOWED MARTHA BACK TO LONDON TO DECLARE HIS UNDYING LOVE FOR HER.

A new adventure awaits as we find them arriving in Shipton Abbott, Martha’s hometown near the beautiful Devonshire coast, having left London. As they embark on their new life whilst temporarily living with Martha’s mum Anne Lloyd (Barbara Flynn), the couple are quickly thrown in at the deep end as Martha sets out to pursue her dream of running her own restaurant and Humphrey joins the local police force. Quickly making an impression on the somewhat eclectic team; DS Esther Williams (Zahra Ahmadi), PC Kelby Hartford (Dylan Llewellyn) and Margo Martins (Felicity Montagu), Humphrey sets out to help crack a host of baffling cases, with the Shipton Abbott squad witnessing a whole new approach to police work...

Each week the team will face a new crime with a unique puzzle at its heart. The not-so-sleepy town of Shipton Abbott will be rocked by an entire family disappearing without a trace, a woman claiming she was attacked by a suspect from the seventeenth century, the robbery of a highly prized painting, a body bizarrely discovered in a crop circle and a serial arsonist with a seeming distaste for local businesses.

As Humphrey gets stuck into his new job, he and Martha must also navigate life’s ups and downs, as faces from the past, the decisions they make and challenges of setting up life in a new town put their relationship to the ultimate test.

Created by Robert Thorogood and Tony Jordan, Beyond Paradise is a co-commission between the BBC and BritBox International and is produced by Red Planet Pictures, part of the Asacha Media Group.

Founder and Executive Chairman of Red Planet Pictures, Jordan, acts as showrunner, leading a team of writers – Amy Guyler, Ian Kershaw, Chloë Mi Lin Ewart - working across the 6x60 series. Tony Jordan, Tim Key and Belinda Campbell are executive producers for Red Planet Pictures, and Diederick Santer and Tommy Bulfin are executive producers for BritBox International and BBC respectively. The series is produced by Lindsay Hughes, directed by Sandy Johnson and Matt Carter. BBC Studios brokered the co-production deal with Britbox International and handle international distribution.

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long time no masc!eri chan 🫶

also some self-indulgent jorderi for my heart

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Do you give recs? I'm looking for some woke-free medias to consume (books particularly, but it can be anything)

It's hard to give recs without knowing your taste, but I'll try. Necessarily, many of these will be older things, so sorry if that bothers you

Books:

The Lost Fleet series by Jack Campbell (sci-fi)

The Nightside series by Simon R Green (urban fantasy/detective noir)

The Deathstalker series by Simon R Green (there are gay side characters in a few of the books, but the books themselves aren't woke. Just good sci-fi/space opera)

Any Conan the Barbarian story written by Robert Howard or Robert Jordan (fantasy)

The Destroyermen series by Taylor Anderson (disclaimer I'm only up to book 4 out of 15 and the last book was published in 2020 so it may have gotten woke or started to suck later on, but right now it's pretty good and pretty pro-American. Alternate history action sci-fi)

The Dresden Files series by Jim Butcher (urban fantasy)

Any Dune book by Frank Herbert or Kevin J Anderson and Brian Herbert (sci-fi)

The Temeraire series by Naomi Novik (only read the first three out of nine so same disclaimer as Destroyermen. Alternate history fantasy. Napoleonic Wars with dragons)

The Sharpe series by Bernard Cornwell (also the excellent film adaptations of the books with Sean Bean if you can find them. Historical fiction. You follow Richard Sharpe through the ranks of the British army during the Napoleonic Wars)

The Lord of the Rings by JRR Tolkien (the grandfather of modern fantasy)

The collected works of HP Lovecraft (definitely not PC or woke. His cat makes an appearance in one of his stories. Horror)

The Hellbound Heart by Clive Barker (horror. Hellraiser was based on this novella. tentative rec because it's good, but there's a lot of mentioned sex and very liberal attitudes towards sex so I don't know if you'd consider that woke or not. The sex obsessed characters are the bad guys though)

Any of the pre-Disney "canon" Star Wars expanded universe books.

Any of the Star Trek books written by William Shatner (they're all a connected series though so read them in order)

If non-woke is your main criteria, I'd suggest giving the Witcher books by Andrzej Sapkowski a try. I personally hated the little bit of the first one I read, and I hate the Witcher series in general, but no one can argue that the Witcher is in any way woke, lol

Codex Alera series by Jim Butcher (fantasy)

Phantoms by Dean Koontz (also recommend the movie with a very young Ben Affleck, but if you rent it on Prime use headphones. Audio is all fucked up through a surround sound system. At least it was when I rented it a few years back. horror)

The Legend of Drizzt series (and the associated sub-series) by RA Salvatore (fantasy. I stopped reading at the Transitions series--books 20-22--because I personally didn't like them and the way they changed the characters and the setting, but YMMV. I'd highly recommend books 1-19 though. Great fantasy series in my favorite D&D setting, the Forgotten Realms)

The Giver by Lois Lowry (young adult book, but has a great message of individuality and anti-government)

Since you wanted books mostly I'll just breeze through movies, shows, comics and games with a few of my favorites:

Movies - Equilibrium, Lord of the Rings, pre-Disney Star Wars, Alien, Aliens, Predator, Predator 2, Hellraiser 1 + 2, Friday the 13th series, Halloween series, The Patriot, In the Mouth of Madness, Sonic the Hedgehog 1 + 2

Shows - Jericho, X-Files, Star Trek (OS, TNG and DS9 especially. Anything nu-Trek is easily skippable), Chernobyl, Avatar The Last Airbender, Lost (it's not confusing if you just pay attention!)

Anime - Fullmetal Alchemist (both series are good but Brotherhood follows the manga more closely), Death Note, Bungo Stray Dogs, Yowamushi Pedal, Ace of Diamond, Yuri on Ice (super gay but funny and heartwarming and not woke beyond the two male leads being stupidly in love with each other even if it's never mentioned explicitly), Street Fighter II V. Honestly most anime isn't woke at all, so just look around for things that seem interesting to you and you're probably good there

Comics - Batman: No Man's Land, Batman: Knightfall, Batman: Bruce Wayne Murderer/Fugitive, Batman: The Killing Joke, any Marvel Masterwork collection, any Dark Horse Alien or Predator or Alien vs Predator comic, Spawn. Special mention: Isom and the Rippaverse. The Rippaverse is a new shared comic universe created by Eric July, self-described anarcho-capitalist and contributor to The Blaze that's specifically designed from the ground up to not be woke and offer a customer first mentality. They promise that the various books they're planning on releasing will focus on story and characters, not politics or social justice crap. So far, only Isom #1 has come out, and I haven't gotten my copy yet, but most people who've read it seem to love it, and that one comic alone has already sold over 43,000 copies and made $3.7 million so early adopting is probably a safe bet.

Games - Metal Gear Solid series, Batman: Arkham series, Halo 1-3, Mass Effect Legendary Edition, Greedfall, Dishonored series, Edge of Eternity, Metro series, Mafia 1+2, Elden Ring. Pretty much any game before the mid-2010s is a safe bet for non-woke, so like anime, you should just look at older games you think you might like, or their remasters, and go from there.

So that's my list. It's by no means complete, and there's no real order to the recs, so just look them up and see what, if anything, appeals to you. If you, or anyone else, want more specific recommendations or an opinion on a certain title or series that I mentioned or even ones I didn't, feel free to ask. I'll help if I can. Mostly what I read and watch are sci-fi, fantasy, horror, and things like that. I don't really read typical bestsellers or westerns or comedies. So I might be much help with those genres.

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NBA 2K24 Has Arrived: Elevating Gaming to New Heights

NBA 2K24 Has Arrived: Elevating Gaming to New Heights

A New Era Begins: NBA 2K24 Launches Today

The moment basketball enthusiasts and gamers worldwide have been waiting for has finally arrived. NBA 2K24 is the latest release of the popular franchise that players can now enjoy. As of September 8, 2023, the gaming world is ready to embrace the next level of basketball gaming. Let’s explore the incredible features that make NBA 2K24 a monumental release.

Unified Launch Across Platforms: A Shared Experience

Marking a milestone in the gaming calendar, NBA 2K24 has launched simultaneously across various platforms. Whether you’re on PS5, PS4, Xbox Series X|S, Xbox One, Nintendo Switch, or PC, the experience is consistent and dynamic.

Unveiling the Future: ProPLAY Technology

NBA 2K24 introduces ProPLAY technology, propelling the gaming experience into uncharted territory. With this groundbreaking innovation, players on PS5 and Xbox Series X|S are in for an unparalleled level of realism. The virtual court comes to life like never before, seamlessly blending the lines between actual NBA gameplay and the virtual world. ProPLAY promises to redefine how we perceive sports simulation in gaming.

Honoring Legends: Kobe Bryant on the Cover

Kobe Bryant, an icon in the basketball realm, takes center stage on the cover of NBA 2K24 for the fourth time. The Mamba Moments mode allows players to immerse themselves in the journey of this legendary player. Following in the footsteps of the highly-acclaimed ‘The Jordan Challenge’ mode, Mamba Moments offers an opportunity to relive Bryant’s most iconic performances, a tribute to his everlasting influence on the sport.

Celebrating 25 Years: Exclusive Anniversary Edition

NBA 2K24 commemorates its 25th anniversary with an exclusive Anniversary Edition, featuring an array of exciting bonuses, including an NBA League Pass. Season 1 introduces the season pass, providing players with an assortment of rewards through both free and premium tracks, offering a diverse range of in-game content to enhance the gaming experience.

Diverse Gameplay and Monetization

NBA 2K24’s MyTEAM mode, MyCareer storyline, and MyNBA offer players diverse and engaging gameplay experiences, complemented by innovative monetization options. The introduction of battle passes adds a new layer of depth, fostering discussions within the gaming community due to the pricing structure.

A New Era of Basketball Gaming

In conclusion, as NBA 2K24 graces our screens on September 8, 2023, the landscape of basketball gaming is forever changed. With the advent of ProPLAY technology, the presence of Kobe Bryant, and an array of immersive gameplay modes, NBA 2K24 is set to redefine our expectations of sports simulation. The countdown to September 8 has ended, and the era of NBA 2K24 is upon us, promising an unparalleled gaming experience that bridges the gap between sports and innovation.

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[wytfut]

wth is with the title?

I live in my own little world. Pretty sure most folks that know me personally, know this. And they either just handle it, or ignore... No matter. And the “Captain Obvious” side of it, is me running around with blinders on, missing reality.

I came up with this title, as I wanted something that tells a bit about me, AND is obscurely different enough to draw curiosity. Why that? I don’t know, ... guess I've never been one to appear common, or like everyone else. Pretty sure most folks like to be the individual they are,... but maybe a touch afraid of attracting attention.   Because of my attitude towards being an individual, I do attract attention. I don’t believe its intentional (could be), but no matter... I’ll let someone else decide

Been that way most of my life.... I like being me. Never insulted so much as when Lincoln Hoot and Hollar got bought out by Alltel. I went from Bruce Whitefoot to , umm.... really can’t remember that number anymore. LTT, I could call any department, and they’d at least recognize the fact to know me, whether they did or not.

I am a grandpa. I’ve got 5 grand kids.... love them all. Don’t get to see them enough.

Grumpy..... yup, older I get the grumpier I’m getting... thats a fact.

Pants.... since 1999, I have put on the pounds. I went from my fighting weight of 197 (I was at that weight for over 20 years) to my max of 257. When I got up to that weight, my pants were starting to become uncomfortable. Even with upping in sizes a couple of times. This in turn would add to the “grumpy” side of  the title. 

Lil known side note: I’ve been on a diet since October, and here in February, I’m down almost 30 pounds. Really got tired of pants that hurt. Been a battle, losing weight and my back. Want to get down 50 total.... I’m pretty sure I can do it.

X world...   as in Excelsior Henderson World, or Super X community, etc. 

I’ve been a member of many organizations thru the years. None have met or surpassed what I’ve experienced in this community. Have developed some strong everlasting friendships, all over this country.... and few in other countries. 

This group of folks..... I like to think it wouldn’t mattter, if the common denominator was something other that “Super X”, and still be attractive .... BUT as we all know Brucie, its because its different that attracts me. 

Thus “Grandpa Grumpy Pants X world” ... and you can search that on youtube.

Just posted another video yesterday on youtube. Here I’ve got 5 already and thought I’ve be lucky to get 4 a year. LOL

That came about, as my original video I chopped into 4 episodes. And then I remembered a bunch of stuff, I had forgotten, and made the 5th epsiode of the original 4....    I’ve probably still forgotten more stuff. I’ll get it all on there sooner or later. 

I’m nutz...

Cleaning my video files yesterday on my pc,  I recognized that I’ve probably got 2 more videos ready to publish. And one already edited waiting. 

Pull in the reins Brucester...   

This site, and the youtube site, both will have episodes other than Super X context.   The title isn’t “strictly”... 

I know my audience will never be huge. I’ll never make a penny on any of this. But so far I’ve been enjoying. And as long as my Grand kids have access to both, I’m happy.

Talking into a camera/mic isn’t near as intimidating as the first time, but I must admit, I do get tongue tied easily. Editing... I’ve figured out a process that makes it easy for me. Not a smooth motion yet, but getting there. 

Uploading to Youtube is a real clock eater. I’ve had to get up close and personal with my computer. Get to know the ins and outs everyone else knows except for me. Tech language, just kicks my ass, 99% of the time I have no idea what the words are telling me. And then the grumpy shows up...

Thanx Jordan Anderson for your help. 

Those Youtube influencers.... I highly respect the work they do to do what they do. Amazing quality, and talents. 

[sanjosenewshq]

All Particulars About Maverick Stars Sexuality & Private Life

Miles Alexander Teller is a Pennsylvania-born American actor. In a couple of decade-long profession, Miles has appeared in a number of hit motion pictures like Struggle Canine, Whiplash and others. Despite the fact that we all know pretty a bit about his skilled life, lots of his followers are curious if Mile Teller homosexual in actual life. So, preserve studying in case you are additionally dwelling on the identical query. Early Life! Miles Teller was born in Downingtown, Pennsylvania, United States, on February 20, 1987. His father, Mike Teller, is a nuclear engineer, whereas his mom, Merry Flowers Teller, works as an actual property agent. Miles was the youngest amongst three siblings, with two sisters older than him. Miles spent his early rising alongside together with his household in his hometown of Downington. Nevertheless, by the age of 12 years, Miles and his household moved to Citrus County, Florida. In Florida, Teller attended Lecanto Excessive College for his schooling. After finishing education, Miles went to New York College to pursue a bachelor’s diploma in Fantastic Arts. Throughout this time, Miles additionally discovered methodology appearing from the Lee Strasberg Theatre and movie institute. Profession! The Maverick actor Miles began his early appearing profession, very like most individuals in showbiz, through small roles in brief movies and teledramas. He was seen in Moonlight in 2004. After that, Miles appeared in movies like “A Very Particular Recipe and The Musicians 2008. Later On, He landed a task within the Tv collection known as The Unusuals. Nevertheless, Miles’s large breakthrough yr was 2010. Within the yr, Miles made an look in The Observe Meet and The Rabbit Gap.  In the intervening time, he appeared in Undertaking X in 2012.  He began to achieve quite a lot of followers in 2013 when he appeared within the Scott Extra and Jon Lucas movie 21 & Over, which was additionally his appearing debut. On the 2013 Sundance Movie Competition, he was once more acknowledged for his work in The Spectacular Now with the Dramatic Particular Jury Award for Performing. He co-starred within the 2014 comedy The Awkward Second with American stars Michael B. Jordan and Zac Efron. He made appearances in Divergent, Whiplash, and Two Night time Stand, all in the identical yr. He appeared within the Divergent film’s follow-up. The film was known as “The Divergent Collection: Rebel,” and he performed Peter Hayes as soon as extra in it. In the identical yr, he additionally featured in “Improbable 4.” He was nominated for each the Satellite tv for pc Award and the BAFTA Rising Star Award for Finest Actor. Teller has since starred in different latest movies, together with Struggle Canine, Bleed For This, and Solely The Courageous. Miles offered the voice of Gilbert within the 2018 movie “The Ark and the Aardvark.” Teller later made his internet hosting debut on the primary episode of the forty eighth season of Saturday Night time Stay. Lately, Miles was additionally seen in Prime Gun Maverick alongside Tom Cruise. Is Miles Teller Homosexual? These days of social media and the web, followers are getting increasingly more concerned within the private lives of their favourite celebrities and need to know extra about them. This contains their relationships, sexual orientation, and different stuff. Equally, many followers are curious whether or not Miles Teller is homosexual. It’s not so easy to reply the query as Miles has not addressed the problems in public. However we do know that he has dated ladies up to now and he’s at the moment married to his longtime fiance Keleigh Sperry. So, based mostly on what we all know, we are able to assume Miles Teller is a straight male.  Additionally Learn Brianna Hildebrand Homosexual: All Particulars About Deadpool’s Negasonic Teenage Warhead Actor’s Sexuality Originally published at San Jose News HQ

[capsulecomputers]

Conscript Review

Developers: Jordan Mochi, Catchweight Studio Publisher:Team17 Platforms:PlayStation 5, PlayStation 4, Switch, Xbox One, Xbox Series X/S (Reviewed), PC Release Date: Available Here Price: $21.99 USD

Deemed The Great War, World War I saw #horror unlike anything else happen within the trenches and that is what Team17's #Conscript looks to capture. Check out our review of this #survival horror game inside to see what we think of it.

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