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Idk if its a common opinion or not but I actually HATE the rap part of pressure like it feels like it takes away the sentiment of the song and makes me so sad

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Day 12: Time stream

Depicted from the episode "The Phineas and Ferb Effect"

Dakota, Cavendish and Orton Mahlson stuck...

Thanks for the wonderful art challenge! @enbyhoneyfluff

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Lot of Pressure vs. Game Night

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Waller experiencing the Randy Orton Effect.

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I got you a whump idea thlayli! The wheel has chosen "chronic pain" and I wanna see if you can do it in my Silver Knight au with Silver knight and Silver Randy! Love ya! ❤️ 🍩💖🍩

Eek! The pressure! Hope it delivers, Doughnut! (Love ya too!)

Trick - 'Chronic Pain'

Characters - LA Knight, Randy Orton

Rating - 'Teen and up'

Warning Tags - Smut, Daddy/Baby kink

LA Knight knew his back was on the verge of seizing up about two thirds of the way through his match. Sure, he'd managed to emerge victorious, but the twenty-something greenhorn that he'd put in his place had already scampered back up the ramp to lick his wounds, while he was still sitting on the edge of the ring apron, working up the courage to move.

It was only when one of the cameramen informed him that the commercial break was almost over and he needed to leave that he creaked himself off the apron onto the floor and the pain in his knees flared up too. With one arm on his lower back, and his other using the guard rail as a support, Knight hobbled his way to the back. Spying himself on the giant screen of the Titan Tron, he heaved a sigh. He looked like an old man.

He was an old man!

Hell, they were already throwing around the dreaded 'R'-word when he first arrived at WWE at the ripe old age of forty! That was over twenty years ago, and here he was in his sixties, still going, still holding on, unable to let go of the pull of the crowd, their adoration and worship. He loved the kiss of the mat, the smell of stale sweat that hung in the air, the butterflies in his stomach before his music hit, the shot of adrenaline when they chanted his name.

He loved it all. And like any addict, the thought of going cold turkey terrified him more than anything. He had been fortunate, however and his body had held throughout the decades to gift him a long, decorated career.

But even the most cared-for and well-trained bodies decayed over time and the cracks were finally started to show in his. His knees were failing and his back was getting stiff, the painkillers becoming less and less effective at numbing the agony.

'Come on, now, enough with the defeatist crap,' Knight scolded himself internally. 'That aint your style. You're sore now but your heat-pack is warming up right now in your locker room and once you strap it on, you'll feel like a new man again.' He smirked smugly, letting go of the rail and straightening his spine despite its protests to walk the final few steps tall and proud. 'You aint ready for the glue factory just yet, old timer.'

Making his way through the curtain, Knight found his plans instantly dashed when he was accosted by a imposing figure. Age did nothing to dim the captivating allure of Randy Orton who stood every inch as tall as he had in his youth and if anything only seemed to be getting broader. His arms and shoulders, his waist and thighs were thicker these days, still densely packed with muscle making him look huge in comparison to most other wrestlers on the roster.

Including Knight! And he wasn't exactly a scrawny man by any standards. Sure parts of his body were softer than before and he was losing the battle against gravity so things were starting to sag a little, but his dedication to the gym meant he remained beautifully defined all over, even the mounds of his six pack still peeked through his paunchy belly.

He was still capable of catching an eye or two, these days maybe more than ever. And what's more, he knew it!

'That was stunning,' Randy noted slyly, stroking the back of his fingers down Knight's clammy cheek, Knight's heart giving a flutter.

'What, my match,my win?' he teased with a grin. 'You're gonna have to be more specific.'

'You... just you,' Randy replied, now cupping Knight's cheek with his large palm.

'Again, you're gonna have to be more specific. Which part of me did you like?'

Randy leant in closer, bringing his voice down low. 'Are you fishing for compliments, Baby?'

'From you, Daddy? Always!'

'Hmm.' Pulling back, Randy kept his lips sealed tight, instead moving his hand to caress through Knight's short, spiked hair. It had been many colours over the years. When he was an infant, it had been a glittering gold, but by the time he'd reached school age it had darkened to a rich tawny brown and now in his old age, it had gone a bright silvery grey. Like the majestic feathers of a swan's wing, it shimmered against his tanned skin (he opted for a slightly darker hue these days to bring out the contrast) and with his beard now almost matching too (just a few sparse patches of chestnut and auburn remaining) and the thick thatch of silver body hair covering every inch of him, he cut a striking figure, indeed.

Randy, like all of his husbands, was very fond of Knight's silvery locks and loved to brush his fingertips through it. Pity he couldn't return the favour - Randy didn't need to shave his head these days, hadn't for a long time now - but Knight didn't mind. There were plenty other parts of Randy that he adored getting his hands on.

'Why don't I show you what I mean?' Randy quirked a cheeky eyebrow at Knight who felt even weaker at the knees than before and had to steady himself with his bare shoulder against the wall.

'H-here? Now?'

'Why not? I don't have a match later.' Not that anyone could tell since he was wearing his gear underneath his tight-fitting shirt. Randy was always ready to step into the ring, no matter what was written on the match card.

The offer was too good to pass up, but then a twinge snapped in Knight's lower back and he fought the urge to rub it in case Orton saw and called the whole thing off. He was desperate for some quality time with his Daddy, he just needed a moment to swallow down some painkillers, strap on the heat-pad for a spell and limber up, that's all.

'How can I refuse?' he said with a cute shrug. 'Just give me a half-hour to hop in the showers and prep myself for ya then-'

'Oh no, Baby,' now both of Randy's hands held Knight's jaw, drawing him in closer so that Randy could place his lips at his ear. His warm breath tickled the inner layers of his ear canal, making Knight shudder with delight. 'I'll do the honours tonight.'

And so, Knight found himself on the leather sofa in his locker room, perched on his knees with his wrestling trunks bunched around his thighs and his upper chest and shoulders resting on the arm to support himself. And God bless Randy who lubed him and prepped him so thoroughly when there was absolutely nothing back there that could be described as tight these days. And when he felt the entire length of Randy's girth slide his way up his loosened passage into the centre of his core, it felt so damn good that all that pain in his knees and back were instantly forgotten.

Well... almost!

Kinda like when there's an itch right there in the middle of your foot, just underneath the hard, calloused skin on the sole and no amount of scratching or scrubbing or scuffing quite reaches it. Or maybe more when you have a toothache and no matter how much you try to distract yourself all you can feel is that dull, pulsing throb, and for some bizarre reason, all you want to do is worry it with your tongue or gnash your teeth down hard on it. Or at least, that's what Knight would do, try to lean into the pain, and he did that now, arching his back up, which in turn applied more pressure to his cranky knees. The pain intensified, upping the adrenaline rushing through his veins and it made the good stuff feel all that much better.

Unable to lift his head up with his hips so high, Knight lay with his cheek flat against the leather and groaned. His undecipherable noises getting louder and louder with each perfectly aimed thrust from Randy. The older man held him tight, his strong fingers digging in to the squishy muffin rolls at Knight's flanks deep enough to bruise them (Knight knew this because he loved to count them in the mirror the following morning) and pounded into him, knowing that Knight enjoyed things a little rougher than most.

'You liking that, Baby?'

The silver-haired man could only answer with a slew of slurred moans. Randy slid his palm up Knight's back, his fingertips catching in the soft folds of fat and muscle around his shoulder blades and dragged it back, lightly scraping the bronze skin with his fingernails. Knight let out the loudest groan yet and yes, it was partly because he liked getting a little scuffed up by his Daddy (he had chosen wrestling as his only profession for crying out loud, it came with the territory!) but also because Randy had unknowingly hit several knots that were clenching up like balled fists of flesh.

'Do that again, Daddy! Please!' Knight begged and Randy was all too happy to oblige, this time dragging both palms down Knight's back. It felt almost like a massage but didn't hit deep enough. Unlike Randy's cock which at that very moment was buried in him right up to the hilt, grinding back and forth against Knight's swollen prostate and reducing almost every one of his waking thoughts to mush. He couldn't process a full strand of consciousness let alone string together a sentence, but he managed to let out a long, drawn-out rumble from his throat, his eyelids falling shut. 'Nearly there already, Baby? Tut tut! You just wait for Daddy to finish first, you hear me?'

Knight may not boast the same stamina he once had but dear lord, Randy sure did. He kept going for another ten minutes at least, pumping and thrusting into Knight's pliant body, changing the pace every so often to draw out more moans of joy from his enraptured, younger husband. Sometimes painfully slow, almost pulling his dick right out of Knight's slack hole before snaking all the way back in again, sometimes blisteringly fast until the slapping sounds of their hips colliding became deafening. Sometimes he gripped Knight's hips, sometimes he scratched his back, sometimes he buried his fingers in Knight's silver hair and lightly tugged at it.

Knight loved every second of it. Every single, tiny, minuscule second!

But all good things have to come to an end some time, and when Randy felt himself drawing close to his climax, he curled his arm under Knight's quivering stomach to grip his rock-hard cock and help him towards the finish line as well. Randy had barely touched him before Knight spilled his load - he'd been holding on by the skin of his teeth for what seemed like eternity by then - and Randy soon followed, coming with a grunt deep inside of Knight.

They stayed that way for a minute or two, joined together, but when the waves of pleasure battering Knight's skull began to wain and calm, the pain drew in like dark clouds in the sky.

Easing himself free, Randy wobbled over to Knight's bag to fetch a towel and wipe the mess off himself. 'I take it back,' he said with a chuckle, 'that was stunning!'

He didn't receive an answer so looked back over his shoulder to find Knight still strung out on the couch, not even a finger or strand of hair moved from when he'd left him.

'Everything ok there, Baby?' he asked with a smug grin.

'I... can't move,' Knight replied, his voice hoarse.

'Hope I didn't break anything,' Randy gloated. Yet still, Knight remained where he was, as still and lifeless as the couch itself. Randy started to become concerned. 'Eli? Is something wrong?'

Knight gave a ragged sigh, bitterly disappointed in himself for having to admit, 'my back's seized up. Knees too. I actually can't move. At all.'

'Oh shit,' Randy rushed to his side, looking the frozen man up and down frantically. 'Here, I'll lift you.'

'No! Don't do that!' Knight yelped. 'It'll sort itself out in a few minutes, it always does.'

But that didn't sit right with Randy. 'There must be something I can do?'

It was sweet really, how much he cared for a creaky, washed-up old relic like Knight and the silver haired man couldn't help but smile at his lover's worry. 'My heat-pad's over there in the corner. And I have some painkillers in my bag - front left pocket.'

Randy followed his orders, carefully wrapping the heat-pad around Knight's waist and securing it in place then popping the pills into his mouth and helping him swallow them down with some water from his bottle. When he'd done everything he could, Randy crouched beside Knight's head and stroked his hair to soothe him until everything kicked in.

'Oh Baby,' he sighed. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

'I didn't want you to think I'm some brittle old man,' Knight admitted.

'I would never think that,' Randy sighed, nuzzling his face against his husband's. 'You should have told me I was hurting you.'

'It wasn't you, I felt it out in the ring during my match.'

'And you didn't say something? Eli, if this had been one of our baby husbands and they'd hurt themselves in the ring then never said anything and made it worse, we'd have gone nuts.'

'I know, I know, I'm a dummy,' Knight chuckled. 'I may be older but I aint wiser.' He paused, tried to shift his hips and grunted. 'I guess I just... don't want to admit that I'm coming to the end of my career.'

'Says who?'

Knight shot Randy a raised brow. 'I'm frozen in place like a goddamn human footstool right now.'

They both laughed at that and the ridiculousness of the situation. Once the mirth had died down, Randy picked the conversation back up again. 'It has to end some time,' he noted, sadly. Knight felt the knots tighten again, only this time, it was around his heart. 'But not yet. I'm older than you and I'm not ready to hang up my boots just yet, so why should you? We're still showing these younger guys up, right?'

'Sure are,' Knight agreed, rolling his shoulder. The muscles were finally starting to loosen.

'Then why stop? There's still some gas left in these rusty old tanks, let's keep driving that dusty road.'

At last Knight was able to push himself up. Grimacing at every creak and snap of his tired bones, he sat back on his ragged knees and tilted his head fondly at his husband. 'You were always the more poetic one,' he smiled and Randy stood up to kiss his lips.

'And you were always the cutest one.' Knight's cheeks turned pink at that, confirming Randy's words. 'Now, will a hot shower help with your back?'

'Depends. Are you gonna join me?'

Randy rolled his eyes. Helping his silver-haired husband up to his feet, he held him close to his side as they hobbled their way to the showers. 'You never learn, do you?'

'I sure hope not!'

'Good thing Daddy is here to take care of you.' Randy kissed Knight's cheek. 'Love you, Baby.'

'Love you, Daddy.'

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What Baking Can do aka the bakery au -> an overview

another non wrestling bakery au, based on that one thing where Hangman mentions baking sourdough

Hangman Adam Page:

Anxious millennial baker

runs a bakery called "baking care of buisness"

makes cowboy theme'd gingerbread

quiet and shy and unsocialised

works with the bucks

Matthew and Nicholas:

two halves of a whole idiot

neither one of them have the braincell half the time

wear horrific looking aprons

suprisngly effective in their workplace

matt is a dunce angel baby but also the biggest bitch youve ever met

nick is the baby brother, you can tell

codependent

nick makes bird sounds

theyre both autistic in different ways

Nathaniel Pacotto:

Original Character

Runs a pet store

works nearby the bakery

Jayden "Jay" Orton:

Original Character

runs a record store

new gal on the block

already dating wheeler

Just moved in together

adopted by regal

blackthorn records -> store name

Kenneth "Kenny" Omega:

does not have a big boy job

video game streamer if you ask him nicely

reguarly at hangers bakery

Kinda like a cockroach but a nice way

wears pride pins

Kota Ibushi:

EIther head empty no thought or head full, no thought

Kennys dumbass loving husband

a sweetheart

also streams with kenny

Has a sketchy big boy job [dont ask, its legit]

Wheeler Yuta:

basically an animal crossing character

runs a flower shop

speaks the language of flowers

also autistic

wears bucket hats

is the cook in the house

Adam Cole [baybay]:

your local health bitch

runs a health food store

trans woman

hangs out with brit

closeted

annoyed by new people moving into the street

takes about 97 years and three months to get ready

says Boom to emphasis points

Danhausen:

runs an antique store that never seems busy but never goes outta buisness

part human, part demon

everywhere has jars from his store

opposite the record store

HOOK:

your local silent guy

strong and silent and autistic

also trans

works with Jay in the record store because he dad left him there like an abadoned dog

him and kenny are work out buddies

tries to eat everyone and everything out of house and home

has reports of biting someone

William Regal:

runs one of those old timey bookstores

an excentric old man that everyone adores

adopted Jay

Is a gay that can do math

former foster parent

an old married man

Always has old timey music playing

Claudio Castagnoli:

runs a restraunt

married to rj

is a wife man

the swiss man for some reason runs a italian restraunt

Rj City:

used to be a social worker and retired early

only for claudio to open a restraunt

is in love with her husband

sometimes does waitressing

Excalibur:

the mask is on

runs the gym that hook and kenny go too

has a weird hatrid with the guy across the street [we dont know the guy across the street, only he does]

clever fucker

employs people other people would

Jonathon "Jon" Moxley:

works in the gym

teaches self defence classes

was fostered by regal so by default hes jays brother

Has also bitten someone

Dating eddie

met eddie while in a bar fight

Taz:

radio taz

Hook and lyrics dad

runs plently of old records for Jays store

local american italian

likes to give mox tips [mox doesnt take them]

Edward "Eddie" Kingston:

Steals cigarettes

runs his own car mending place

ruby works there too

Ruby is his sister

Ruby ruby ruby soho:

works with eddie

tired of mox cluttering the garage

local punk lesbian

Aubrey Edwards:

runs a bar

has cheep drinks and a place for children

Dating Kris statlander

plays matchmaker

doctor brit baker dmd:

dentist....obviously

"dating" cole as a qpr in the loosest term

met cole in the big city

Iris Rose:

original character

Trans

doctor

southern

makes hanger more southern

also moves form the big city

Charles "Chuck" Taylor:

just a guy

you dont really know much about him

is friends with kris and the other best friends

is part of Maxs band-plays guitar

Trent? :

is a football coach

sue helps to transport everything

also does stuff and things

Delilah Hart:

waitress at aubreys bar

married to chuck- nobody knows this

freinds with maxwell

Maxwell Jacob Friedman:

sings at aubreys bar

jazz singer vibes

Evil Uno:

foster carer

the rest of the dark order are his foster kids

fostered little hangman

buys lots of things from everyone

Jack Perry:

works in the kids section of a museam

always paired with a dinosaur plushie

the plushie is probably alive

trans

Orange Cassidy:

works in the antique store

you never see him

always at the back doing a sleep

can fall asleep everyehere

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Hi. I love your stories. I have an idea for a ficlet. I would love one where Randy Orton and the reader go to a haunted house and he protects the reader from all the Scary things

Aww thank you so much sis! Hope you enjoy what I did! 🙂

Title: Haunted House Pairing: Randy Orton X Reader Summary: You and Randy decide to visit a Haunted House on Halloween night and you get so spooked he has to protect you. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: None. Just fluff and an attempt at comedy.

NOTE: I have never done a Haunted House before, so bear with me. I hope I did this correctly.

Haunted House

“I don’t know about this,” you said, taking Randy Orton’s large hand. “I’ve never been in a haunted house before, Randy.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Randy coaxed, his bright blue eyes flashing. “It’ll be fun. Besides, you can’t go to a Halloween carnival without visiting the haunted house.”

You were both dressed up for Halloween as Han Solo and Princess Leia from the Return of the Jedi. Your costume was complete with the golden bikini and a super long clip in braid.

“Yeah but they say this house is actually haunted,” you argued. “Like, for real. That’s like deciding to pay the Amityville house a visit! Are you crazy??”

Randy chuckled, and brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it softly. “Why so scared? I’ll protect you.”

“I don’t doubt you’d try,” you replied, “But how are you going to protect me from a ghost, or worse, a poltergeist?”

He chuckled again and led you up the walkway toward the house. “It’ll be fine. If it gets too bad, we’ll find the nearest emergency exit and leave. Deal?”

You nodded reluctantly, “O-okay.”

You went through the, what used to be, white gate of the picket fence which framed the large yard and walked toward the front door. A small group of teenage girls were behind you, already giggling hysterically. 

“Somehow, I think if we’re stuck in front of them the whole time, I’m gonna be ready to climb the walls before this is over,” you remarked, with a roll of your eyes.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be more quiet when they get scared,” Randy chuckled deviously. “And I can always scare them worse than this house would.”

You nodded your agreement with a soft hum of approval.

He was telling the truth. Randy was an insanely attractive man, but he could definitely turn into a scary lunatic when he wanted to–usually when he was wrestling or filming a segment for the WWE.

You stepped up to the first step of the porch, and–

“ROAAAR!!” A Freddy Krueger leapt out from behind the open front door.

At the same time, you jumped out of your skin and your hand shot to your chest as the teenagers squealed, and Randy laughed aloud.

“This is gonna be fun,” he exclaimed.

“If you say so,” you said under your breath.

You both stepped into the house, followed by the annoying teenage girls, and you were already cringing when a goblin flew by your face, shrieking in laughter, it’s ragged clothing brushing across your cheek.

“It’s just a bunch of jump-scares,” you griped to Randy. “Can’t we just forget about this?”

“Once you enter, you don’t exit,” came the killer’s voice from the Scream films. Right behind you. You turned and immediately screamed at seeing Ghostface run at you.

“How the heck did he hear me,” you demanded. “I wasn’t talking that loud. Randy, this is freaky.”

“Relax, babe, it’s just part of the show,” Randy said, leading you forward. “I won’t let anything touch you.”

“Okay,” you agreed reluctantly, letting him take your hand and lead you further into the house.

You both turned down a hallway and immediately heard a door slam in the near distance followed by a woman’s scream. You couldn’t decide if it was sound effects or if the “for real” haunted house was beginning to show its true colors.

That thought nearly sent you into a panic. “Randy, I really want out of here. Please.”

“Okay, baby, we can leave,” Randy said, turning you toward the way you’d just come. He affectionately squeezed your shoulders. “We’ll go back out the front door since we already know what is lurking there.”

You nodded as he led you, and you immediately felt bad. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to do this.”

“No worries, babe. It’s not a big deal. I just thought since you’d never been to one that it’d be fun for you. If it’s scaring you that bad I don’t want you to do it either.”

“Sir,” an authoritative voice said from behind the two of you. You turned and saw that “Freddy Krueger” was acting as hall monitor, so to speak. “Sir, you’re not allowed to leave back through the front door. I’m afraid you have to go through the remaining haunted house to get to the actual exit.

“Please,” you started. “I’m freaked out and I just want out of here.”

“There’s only a couple of hallways to get through ma`am.”

It was surreal for Freddy Krueger to be speaking so politely to you. But polite or not you wanted out of this house and you wanted out now.

“I don’t care. I’m not going and you can’t make me,” you said feeling childish, but nonetheless justified.

“Ma`am…”

“Look, Freddy,” Randy started sarcastically, popping his knuckles and clearly losing his patience. “We’re going out the front door. If you don’t like that, I don’t think there’s a lot you can do about it.”

“I can stop you from going through the door.”

Freddy was getting pretty snarky.

“And I can slap the taste out of your pizza-faced mouth,” you said in retaliation.

“Now listen,” Freddy started, pointing his finger blade at you. “I-”

“Don’t you dare point that blade at me,” you cried indignantly. You let loose and slapped him across the face.

“HEY!” Freddy was suddenly angry and latched onto your arm with his gloved hand. 

“OW,” You cried, as the metal of the glove dug into your skin. The blades were thankfully dulled down to where it didn’t actually cut you, but it still hurt.

“Okay, that’s it,” Randy said a second before driving his fist into Freddy’s face. 

Freddy was down for the count.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Randy said, taking your hand and heading for the front door.

You both hurried through the door and were instantly out in the cool night air.

“Thank you, baby,” you said softly as you walked away from the house and headed out of the carnival toward Randy’s car.

“No one's gonna put their hands on you on my watch,” he said, as he walked you to the passenger’s side of the large SUV. “No one.”

He opened the door for you and helped you into the seat, before gently closing the door again. Then he was jogging around to the driver’s side and getting in himself.

“I love you, Randy.”

He looked over at you and smiled. “I love you too.” His dimples appeared then. “In fact I was going to do this after the haunted house, but Freddy screwed it up,” he chuckled, pulling a velvet box out of his costume’s pocket. He opened the box to reveal a diamond ring. “Y/N… Would you marry me?”

“Oh my God, Randy! Yes!” You squealed the words and latched onto him kissing him passionately. “Yes,” you said again, as he placed the ring on your finger.

“I’m glad.” He said, reaching over and kissing you softly. “You’ve just made me the happiest man on earth.” He started the car as you admired your ring.

“And you’ve made me the happiest woman on earth,” you replied, gazing at him. “Let’s go home and celebrate,” he said with a wink.

THE END

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[anon-sect]

Jerry was a huge WWE fan. He watched Monday Night RAW and Friday Night SMACKDOWN every week. He did miss an episode. His favorite wrestler was Randy Orton. He had one time met him in person at a meet and greet. He was really tall in person.

One night, Jerry looked up at a shooting star and made a wish. He wished he could have a close experience of seeing Randy wrestle in person since he never could afford the ring side seats. He went to sleep thinking about it as the next night was a live Friday Night SMACKDOWN.

The next day, Jerry felt strange. He found himself slightly immobile and unable to speak or communicate. He remembered going to sleep the previous night in his bed but woke up in a strange place. His body no longer felt human either. He heard a voice that sounded familiar. It sounded just like Randy Orton. He felt closely connected to his body. He finally realized that he was literally his wrestling tights. He could move only a little, but not much. He then realized his wish came true. He didn't want to be anywhere else.

Randy thought he felt his tights move a moment ago and then stopped. He thought that was a little strange. In any effect, this pair felt different from any other he had worn. He was feeling energized from it. He definitely would have to wear these more often, he thought.

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I always quite like the fact that Orton Mahlson is still "writing what he knows" for Dr zone yk considering he time travelled a bunch and wasn't able to make a show about the zoning commission

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Day in Fandom History: January 5…

Milo, Zack, and Melissa have to work together with Phineas, Ferb, Candace, Buford, and Baljeet to overcome Murphy’s Law and stop the Pistachion invasion before Derek unleashes his ultimate plan, while Dakota, Cavendish, Orton Mahlson, Dr. Doofenshmirtz and Perry try to prevent the invasion in the past. The first episode of Season 2, “The Phineas and Ferb Effect”, premiered on this day, 5 Years Ago.

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So Doof in Milo Murphy's Law?

In general, I think Doof was as funny as he always was. He's just a disaster of a man with few social skills. He sometimes seems a bit more annoying or inconsiderate than he used to be, though I'm pretty sure the reason for this is Doof in Phineas and Ferb hardly interacts with anyone but Perry, who doesn't talk, mostly in his apartment where his behavior doesn't really bother anyone else. Doof DOES have a full fledged supporting cast so to speak (Vanessa, Norm, Charlene, Roger, OWCA, LOVE MUFFIN), but their interactions often just set up an episode or close out an episode. Not to say he doesn't have storylines where he interacts with other characters, and Norm is around often, but that's not where he spends his time. And those characters he does interact with are usually foiled to him in some notable way. I think the only human characters he interacts with for more than a few lines at a time with are Major Monogram (who is a "good" guy but a bit of an asshole, who has a natural chemistry than , Rodney, who often specifically riles Doof up, and Vanessa whose issues with her dad is central to many of her stories and has a lot of patience for him. And the kids on occasion, where I think we see many of the same problems of his Milo Murphy's Law presence. Where he's basically the kids peer and is often called out for his ridiculousness, and irritates a lot of people. There are characters Doof bounces off wonderfully and characters he just doesn't. Orton Mahson, yes. Sara, Not so much.

It's just that in MML, he's regularly interacting with people so his inability to function is affecting people beyond his immediate family. It's a bit less funny when he's actually interacting with people who don't deserve the problems he's causing. Or who aren't on some level, obligated to deal with it. His behavior is just constant Agent Doof/At2D behavior, but its now directed at characters who shouldn't have to put up with his nonsense. And it's also a little bit Doof is in a context different than the one we saw him than during PnF. He's not as certain about who he is. He's lacking a solid goal. Despite sounding like I'm complaining, I don't really mind all that so to speak. I mean, he was pretty good in the Phineas and Ferb effect in my opinion precisely because he had Orton Mahlson and Cavendish to bounce off of. Doof's still funny, he's still got heart. But I think it just makes the actual problem worse.

Which is that it split S2's focus. S1 heavily focused on Milo and friends, with the pistachio stuff mostly going on in the background until it became actually important. 2 plot lines (not unlike PnF). But Season 2 added a third arc in addition to the Alien arc that replaced the time travel arc, Doof's professor time arc. And while it paralleled Cavendish and Dakota's, it still took up time. I didn't really dislike any of it per se. But it was taking significant time away from Milo, and to a certain extent the dynamics we could have between Milo characters. I don't necessarily have a problem with the episodes, its just between Milo and Gang, Cavendish's escapades, Doof was just too much. We know (due to all the failed backdoor pilots in PnF S4), that they wanted to continue Doof's story. Between Doof 101 and the OWCA Files, they were clearly been thinking about a Doof who is figuring out how to be good for a while. And Doof, DID have room to grow. I do completely agree with giving Doof an arc. But ultimately Doof is a character who is far more funny when he's diluted by other shenanigans, or has good people to bounce off, and Milo's less erratic formula didn't dilute him too much. What I mean by that is we didn't have B (and C) plots the way we did in Phineas. I LOVE Doof, let me make that clear, he was always a delight, but I think I speak for most of us when I say I didn't love Doof enough to give up limited Milo time for him.

Phineas and Ferb had like 65 episodes in its first two seasons alone while Milo Murphy's Law had 40 episodes total. And Doof was a main character in at least 8 segments. Which may not sound like a lot, but half of those episodes didn't feature Milo. He also featured as a major character in several others. And unlike PnF where most segments were shared with the Flynn-Fletcher's escapades, when Doof gets a segment, he's often its sole focus. I genuinely think cutting down a few of the more repetitive Doof episodes or giving them Milo centric B-plots could have done a world of good. That said, I just don't care that much about Doof's middle aged drama compared to the kids shenanigans.

So ultimately I have extremely mixed feelings on it. I do love Doof. Him being professor time and Cavendish's hero, Cavenpuss, his role in helping the kids with the aliens. All great. But I admit. I don't watch the episodes featuring him nearly as much as I do the ones that are just about him and Perry's drama. I think it was something Dan and Swampy cared about. And I respect that. I get it. I could never hate it. But Milo and his friends are great characters who easily can carry half a show, and their extended cast are incredibly engaging. Between the rest of the Murphy family and the rest of the middle school there was plenty of story opportunities. Not to mention Melissa and Zack's families (we never meet Zack's younger siblings, despite their existence being confirmed). I think we all wanted to see something new.

I think none of the episodes featuring Doof were particularly bad but they all together did felt a bit repetitive when the unexplored potential of Milo was right there. I enjoyed Doof's presence in pretty much any episode where Milo and his friends also played a role, because his presence felt beneficial to the story. I liked Doof in the finale for example. But I also can't help but feel that I would have rather had characters like Amanda and Sara in it, characters who were a lot more relevant to Milo, even if Doof was a delight. But when Milo dipped out of an episode to focus on Doof that was a huge problem.

And usually I love episodes which let's us explore new dynamics. And let's make it clear, I like Adventure Buddies. But did we really need it. Maybe if Milo got another season. Because that seems like the exact kind of episode that would have come out of season 3 or 4 of Phineas and Ferb, when they had already worked through a lot of the more expected combinations and started experimenting with weirder stuff. That's when we started getting, all the AU versions of the gang, the episodes that shuffled up the cast and status quo in more unusual ways, and while those are some of my favorite episodes, I feel they only worked because of how much we already had.

There are definitely a few episodes I would cut, or at least would have demoted to B plots of some other episode. But ultimately, Doof's journey was clearly a story they so desperately wanted to tell, and he is, for the most part, a delight. I can't imagine cutting him out of Milo Season 2 altogether. It's such an important piece of Doof lore that I would hate to lose. But I mourn the loss of Milo (and Cavendish and Dakota) episodes even more. I really do have mixed feelings about it. And I can only hope that Milo & co make their way into the new PnF seasons.

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The World's Membrane

Planet XL988 is alive. Repeat. Alive.

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"Cowboy" Bob Orton in green trunks with matching kneepads dominates a jobber named John Bonello, who decided to wrestle in a snug red speedo. Bonello's tight-ass lycra has everyone's attention, including the ringside camera guy, who always seems to find himself positioned directly at Bonello's posterior, zooming in on that taint area between his thick thighs.

(I may have cropped these GIFs a bit to exaggerate the Bonello Ass-Cam effect, but still, check out the match and tell me this videographer wasn't craving some thick red Bonello cake...) The match is from a Mid-Atlantic Championship Wrestling episode recently posted to YouTube.

Later we see Orton take an interest in those stretchy red briefs, even hoisting the jobber up with a fistful of spandex only to drive a knee into his gut. Orton must've known that Bonello's trunks were on every viewer's mind -- the object of our attention. So he decides to fuck with the audience by pulling and grabbing the forbidden fruit, teasing a possible wardrobe malfunction.

If Orton wasn't yanking on this jobber's red speedo, he was dragging the submissive loser around by the hair. Sexually suggestive domination for sure! The greedy camera guy also got a shot of Orton crack in the following pinfall:

From a Mid-Atlantic Championship Wrestling episode recently posted to YouTube.

Damn Orton - don't kill him just for looking a bit prettier in his trunks than you!