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Masterlist

A list of all my Deckerstar fanfiction works. Will be updated as I post more.

Roommates au

Living with the Devil (isn't always Hell on Earth)

In a world where everyone who desires it gets to dance with the Devil, Chloe is the only one who has to live with him.

Or, 5 times Chloe seriously considers moving out, and 1 time she doesn’t.

The original roommates au, written in collaboration with @my-crazy-awesome-sox. 6 chapters. Rated M.

A First Time for Everything

The prologue; Lucifer Morningstar and the soon-to-be-retired actress Chloe Decker meet at a party. Rated T.

Coming to join us?

Weird, how crashing on Lucifer Morningstar’s couch has now become her new ‘normal’. Rated M.

An Array of Menstrual Products

Chloe gets her period in Lucifer's bathroom, with no pads or tampons available. Or so she thinks. Rated T.

Coffee for the Devil

Chloe makes Lucifer a cup of coffee. Or, Lucifer isn't used to acts of kindness. Rated G.

Please Stay

Lucifer repays Chloe for the cup of coffee she made him. Rated T.

Welcome Home

Lucifer has a surprise for Chloe. Rated T.

Clothes. Now.

Lucifer meets Penelope. Rated T.

In Vodka Veritas

Chloe and Lucifer play Truth or Drink. Rated M.

You're positively stoned!

Chloe eats a brownie from the wrong badge. Rated M.

Take A Chance on Me

Chloe and Lucifer go to a 70s-themed karaoke night with Ella. Chloe gets drunk, and jealous. Rated T.

She's Gonna Be Okay

Chloe takes a gunshot to the shoulder. Rated T.

Valentine's Day Poppycock

Chloe doesn’t really care that much about Valentine’s Day. She doesn’t. But spending it with Lucifer might not be worst thing in the world. Rated T.

In Your Dreams

He looks up at her, dark eyes wide and serious. “Detective, are you sure about this?”

Chloe nods eagerly, too breathless to speak. Rated E.

You Know What This Means, Right?

Say hello to Uncle Lucy. Rated T.

Too Good To Be True

Lucifer has a dream about Chloe. Rated M.

Spouses without Benefits

Lucifer can’t exactly remember why he said yes to being Chloe’s plus-one for a wedding (he thinks it might have something to do with the look in her eyes when she’d asked), but now, he’s happy he did. Lux is fun, but it’s never… this. Rated M.

So Close

Lucifer thinks he's alone. Rated E.

Even Closer

She shouldn’t think about him like this. He shouldn’t feel this way about her.  Rated E.

What took you so long?

Chloe and Lucifer go on their first date. Rated T.

Can't say the feeling's mutual

Chloe can’t have it both ways. It’s just not possible. Which means she has to choose. Rated M.

Locked Out of Heaven

Lucifer is going on a date with Chloe. What could go wrong? ('What took you so long?' and 'Can't say the feeling's mutual' from Lucifer's pov) Rated T.

Where Are You Going?

“I’m going out with Dan,” she reminds him. Rated G. Taken out of the series because it's included in 'Locked Out of Heaven.'

For Now, At Least

Lucifer insists on joining Chloe on the beach. Chloe doesn't stare as he walks around shirtless. She doesn't. Rated T.

They're wrong about you

"There's something I need to tell you." Rated T.

Take Me With You

Lucifer joins Chloe in the shower. Rated M.

Could You Knock Maybe?

Penelope finds out Chloe and Lucifer are in a relationship.

One-shots and drabbles

Like the Very Stars

“Mummy say you cweate de starz.” Rated G.

Happy Anniversary, Detective

‘Anniversary?’ She frowns, forever puzzled by the walking mystery he is. His smile falters, just a little, but she notices, and then she’s even more confused. Rated G.

Being a Dad

Lucifer has always worn suits. But then, he became a dad. Rated G.

When All Else Fails

Lucifer has something to ask John Decker. Rated T. Set in the universe of 'take me back to the start' by usuallysunny.

Mummy's Workplace: The Guided Tour

Lucifer shows baby Rory around the precinct. Rated T.

Aurora

How and when Chloe came up with Rory's name. Rated T.

Going through Hell

He is never really ‘done’ mourning, but he is here for a reason, and in the fashion of his favourite Detective, he eventually throws himself into work. Not to distract himself, but to cope. And because, well, ‘work’ is the reason why he’s here. And then, after a few hundred years or so, Amenadiel pays him a visit. Rated T.

Definitely Don't Like You

He presses her up against the door to the evidence closet, his body hot and hard against hers, and pins her hand against the cold glass of the frosted window. His dark eyes sparkle with mischievous excitement. ‘There’s something we never got to try.’

An Unspoken Promise

Chloe waits till the last angel has ascended into the sky, till Maze and Eve have left hand-in-hand, till Amenadiel has followed them, proud and reverent, and till it’s just her and Lucifer—then she falls apart.

He’s by her side in an instant, catching her before her knees hit the ground. Rated T.

Tit or Tat

Chloe and Lucifer make a bet. Rated T.

The Original Starry Night

Lucifer leaves after his father arrives. Chloe follows him. Rated M.

Something Close to Sex? Yet Entirely Different

‘Lucifer, you’re hurting.’ Her eyes, full of worry, flicker over his wounded, broken body. And yes, it hurts. Like hell, as a matter of fact. But what hurts more is the thought of being alone. Rated T.

Certainly Our Best Collab

‘I just want to let you know that I love you.’ Rated G.

Rejected at the Pearly Gates

He stays by her side, holding her still hand, waiting. Hoping. And—when the sun has set, risen, and set again without the slightest movement from her—praying. Rated T.

The Devil Doesn't Do Children

Last time Linda saw Lucifer in a state similarly chaotic, dark, leathery wings were sticking out of his back. Before she can ask him what’s wrong, his trembling voice fills her office.

‘The Detective’s pregnant.’

Not what she’d expected, but his reaction seems about right. Rated M. Posted in 3 chapters, but it's only 10K words and was written as a one-shot.

How Chloe Decker Ruined the First and Greatest Slut of the Universe

Lucifer had never seen the point of monogamy. But then he’d met her. Rated M.

Bloody Hell

‘Yes, thank you, Detective, I am familiar with the concept of menstruation.' Rated T.

Granniest Panties (sequel to 'Bloody Hell')

Lucifer proves his worth as Chloe's very own PA. Period Assistant. Rated T.

Ship: Sailing

Ella finds out her OTP is finally happening. Or, Lucifer bragging about finally having sex with Chloe, Ella fangirling over it, and Chloe being so done with them. Rated T.

Two Firsts in One Night

‘I guess that’s two firsts in one day… Well, night,’ he smirks at her, surprised when she mirrors his suggestive smile instead of rolling her eyes at his last remark. But then again, she did seem to enjoy the night in question.

Series

You and Me, from A to Z

A Deckerstar drabble for every letter of the alphabet. Not rated. Not completed.

Planning a Hell of a Wedding

The Devil and the Detective make their way through the wedding planning checklist. Rated M. Set about a year after season 5. (Written before season 5b was released). Not posted in chronological order.

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Dr. Adagio Desrosiers-Sideris

My TWST Teacher OC based on FORTE THE EVIL PIPE ORGON (from beauty and the beast: the enchanted Christmas)

Male, He/Him, Gay

Curriculum: he was a math teacher, but recently started at to teach all of the schools music curriculum instead. He also does private lessons, notably, teaching Malleus, how to play pipe organ.

Age: old

Height: 6’2”/187 cm

Homeland: shaftlands

Hobbies: writing and playing songs so that he can waltz to them with his spouse

Favorite Food: Quiche Lorraine

Floyd’s Nickname: Tube Worm

Students refer to him as Dr. Adagio. (Ace calls him Dr. A, he doesn’t appreciate that) you would be in big trouble if you did not call him Dr. Because he has a doctorate in music theory and wants that to be respected.

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Dr. Adagio is a very reserved and somewhat strict teacher. He is similar to Trein in demeanor. Most of the students did not really like him as a math teacher, but have seemed to notice he is a lot nicer when it comes to teaching music. He loves nurturing students in the creative arts so if they actively put an effort he’ll do what he can to help them reach their goals. If you don’t care about music and you’re just in there to slack off, you will be kicked out immediately and it’s very difficult for you to ever change his perception of you. It’s rumored that he was once a great musician so students wonder how he ended up as a teacher.

he spends most of his free time with his spouse, Michalis Sideris (Xen’s OC) but he is also quite good friends with Professor Trein. He gets along with most of the other teachers, but despises Vargas and find Crowley somewhat annoying.

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Signature spell:

Enchanted Song- basically your typical hear music now you’re under mind control type thing

incantation: As soon as my song rules your head your body's not your own. Enchanted Song!

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Picrew is not mine: 五百式全��メーカー

Here’s what the students don’t know (oooh mysterious)

he had aspirations of becoming a musicians and his dreams were utterly crushed when things didn’t pan out. He’d spent so much writing songs that would never be heard. This tainted music for him. He got a job at Somercrest Academy as a math teacher. It didn’t pay much, but he got by until he found out that there was an opening for a similar position at night Raven college, which paid substantially more and was a much more renowned school. He got the job and later became a music teacher as he began incorporating music back into his life when he found he still enjoyed riding songs in secret for his spouse. Music is his love language. He’s also slowly going blind, and is worried that someday he won’t be able to play and write music the way he does now. But his spouse is helping him through it.

@kirans-wonderland I think you’ll like this one —————————————————————————

@xen-blank @thehollowwriter @ferris-the-wheel @fizzydreamz @hyperfixation-or-death

@ravenwing0110 @keii-starz @distant-velleity

@krenenbaker @elenauaurs @the-banana-0verlord @edith-is-a-cat @dove-da-birb

@cimonim-crunch

Let me know if you want to be added :)

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Oh fuck. And ONCE YET AGAIN, FUCK RYAN MURPHY

(link to article)

A WGA leadership memo notes the threatened litigation prompted showrunner Warren Leight to step back from captaining duties and also implored members: "Our foe in this fight is not other members, it is the AMPTP. If we turn on each other, the AMPTP wins."

I do remember John Rogers tweet that as a WGA board member, it wouldn't be right to comment on certain things at this time, so he hoped other members would do it. I can't remember the specifics, but I know Google doesn't pick up Twitter anymore, so, 🙃. I should have saved it. But I don't 100% remember the timing of it and it was vague enough it could have applied to a few things.

Anywho, it's perfectly fair - in my opinion - to turn on scabs like Ryan Murphy who feel they're above everything because they know that networks will keep hiring him.

The article has a lot of stuff in it about the lawsuit. But I just want to say, I remember seeing Warren's work on Twitter...

Leight, an outspoken New York-based WGA member, had been dubbed as the East Coast’s “Air Traffic Controller” for his efforts leading the so-called Rapid Response Team that directs striking writers to filming locations. Leight declined to comment for this story.

...he did a HELL of a job. It sucks that this is happening because he's work was definitely needed. Like, I might not like the guy, and he got himself into this position by tweeting what he did even though he was the co-chair of the Strike Rules Compliance Committee, there must have been some rules about this.

So one of the things that pisses me off here is that he should have known better, had to bench himself, and the strike may suffer because he's not doing what he was, and it's on him not keeping his fingers from typing things he knew shouldn't have. Things other people were already saying.

According to the memo, Leight has stepped back from his duties as co-chair of the Strike Rules Compliance Committee and as a captain.

Sources say the WGA’s letter followed a regularly scheduled strategy meeting with WGA East leadership, including Michael Winship, Lisa Takeuchi Cullen and Chris Kyle, and strike captains that turned contentious. “We were talking about themed pickets. Nobody discussed Warren and everyone was like, ‘When is someone going to talk about Ryan Murphy?’” says one East Coast strike captain. “People were pissed. We wanted an explanation and answer about why Warren lost his captain’s hat and what happened. He was our leader.”

🙃🙃🙃 He was doing SUCH AN amazing job. It really, really sucks that he stepped down. And he's partially to blame. I mean, who the fuck would have thought being a guy in his position as a Captain that it would be a good idea to go after giant bastard Ryan Murphy?

Again, this is just frustrating from both angles: Warren Leight pulling a dumb as a Captain, and the loss of Warren Leight as a strike captain.

Multiple sources tell THR that only four scripted TV series remain in production on the East Coast — with three of them produced by Murphy: American Horror Story, American Sports Story and the episodic anthology American Horror Stories (the fourth is Lionsgate/Starz’s Power Book 2: Ghost). In addition to being a member of the WGA West, Murphy is a producer and director and is permitted to continue working provided he is not rendering services performed by writers. Multiple sources say Murphy was spotted twice last week in New York crossing WGA picket lines. Sources close to Murphy say he has not been in New York for the past month.

Those last two statements contradict each other, but I would take anything from Murphy's circle with a huge, huge, grain of salt. Still wish people took pictures. Writers crossing the picket lines need to be named and shamed.

“He is following the letter of the law and going to set as a producer/showrunner/director and says he’s not doing writing — and no guild can convict somebody of conjecture,” says another East Coast captain. “A million of us would love to see it, but there’s no proof that he’s scabbing; he’s doing scripts that were done before strike started.”

Bullshit. No way even "The Great Ryan Murphy" can predict all the problems that would come up beforehand and have everything written out. No fucking way.

The WGA, meanwhile, said in its memo that we will “continue to picket [Murphy’s] shows,” and that the Strike Rules Compliance Committee will investigate all leads concerning potential violations. (If Murphy is found in violation of the strike rules, he can be suspended or expelled from membership, hit with monetary fines or censured. After the 2007-08 writers strike, the WGA brought members alleged to have violated strike rules before a trial committee, as in the case of Jay Leno, who was cleared of wrongdoing).

HE BETTER BE FUCKING EXPELLED!

The internal squabbling comes as news leaked June 20 that Murphy, one of the industry’s most powerful showrunners, has been negotiating with Disney to return to the studio with a rich overall deal after his $300 million Netflix pact expired. In the memo to captains, the WGA officers implored them to stay focused on the fight at hand, noting, “Our foe in this fight is not other members, it is the AMPTP. If we turn on each other, the AMPTP wins.”

How is this not expulsion worthy? HOW?! Your foe is ALSO PEOPLE WILLINGLY PULLING THIS BULLSHIT!

From the letter:

Losing Warren as a strike captain is the last thing any of us wanted, but he understood that his actions on this particular issue exposed the Guild to potential liability, especially as co-chair of the very committee investigating Murphy. His tweet was also in direct contradiction with instructions he had received multiple times from WGAE and WGAW leadership and staff about his use of social media.

LIKE I SAID, WARREN WAS A GODDAMN DUMBASS!

• We will not quit on Ryan Murphy. We continue to picket his shows, and the Strike Rules Compliance Committee continues to investigate all leads. Send. Us. Leads.

This kind of sounds like they're looking for any and all reason to give that son of a bitch Murphy the boot. I hope they find it.

Fuck Ryan Murphy!

No way someone hasn't had to make at least one edit this far into strike with THREE shows in production. No way. Someone has to have proof.

Fuck Ryan Murphy, his ass needs to kicked from the Guild.

[darkened-storm]

Mayblade Day 6

Continuing my goal to post 500 words/day for No Sacrifice

Restrain

“Look,” Becky tugged the sleeve of her blazer with one hand. “It’s Kai,” she said, inclining her head towards the school gates. “And Tala,” Steph observed. Her best friend’s flaming hair was unmistakable. The two Russians were standing rather stiffly just inside the school gates. “Is it just me, or do they look a bit irked?” Becky said. “I’m not sure,” Steph said, feeling somewhat uneasy. “Come on,” she said, hitching her bag up onto her shoulder as they crossed the courtyard. Tala wasn’t just irked - he was positively furious. “Have you seen them?” he asked her when she and Becky caught up to them. Steph followed his gaze across the courtyard to where a group of students were gathered beneath a pair of cherry blossom trees that had yet to bloom. Steph recognised them immediately as the former members of the BEGA League; Garland Siebold, Brooklyn Masefield and Ming-Ming Love. Beside her, Becky sucked in a nervous breath. “What the hell are they doing here?” Tala was saying, his voice rising. “Did you know they’d be here?” Steph hesitated. She knew exactly why the BEGA beybladers were here. “Mr Dickenson extended the scholarship to all the beybladers who participated in the BEGA matches,” she explained cautiously, wincing as Tala swore loudly in Russian. “Why the hell would he do that?” he asked. “Because after BEGA collapsed they were left with nothing,” Steph reminded him. “The BBA was reinstated, their coach resigned and we were reinstated as Japans representative team.” She sighed, watching his expression grow only more irritated. “Dickenson just wants them to have a fair go.” “Who says they deserve a fair go?” Kai said darkly. He was standing with his fist clenched and Steph saw, tucked tightly in his grasp, was his old beyblade - Dranzer HMS. For a brief moment, Steph wondered if he might confront the BEGA beybladers right there in the school yard until Becky reached forward, her fingers curling tightly around the sleeves of his blazer. “Kai,” she spoke quietly, yet her words still made him flinch. He turned to her and his expression immediately softened and his fingers relaxed their grip on his beyblade. Becky kept her momentum, reaching for his beyblade. “Not here,” she told him. He nodded wordlessly, tucking Dranzer back into his pocket.   Beside him, Tala tsked in annoyance. “Maybe not here,” he agreed, and there was venom in his voice as his gaze zeroed in on Garland. It took Kai a moment to regain his composure entirely, when he did tucked both hands into the pockets of his trousers and walked away, muttering something about it not being worth his time.

“I should go after him,” Becky muttered, then she glowered at Tala. “You can walk my cousin home,” she told him. “I can walk myself,” Steph objected, her words falling on deaf ears as Becky hurried after their captain. With a sigh, Steph led the way home, beckoning Tala to follow. “That’s so typical of Dickenson,” Tala was muttering as they exited through the school gates. “He can’t help himself, I suppose - he seems to attract charity cases.” “It wasn’t very long ago,” Steph reminded him carefully as they turned the corner towards the Dojo, “that you were one of those kids.” She watched his eyebrow twitch in frustration, but she pressed on. “In case you’d forgotten, the rest of us didn’t hold it against you.” It wasn’t the whole truth, she knew. Many of the White Tigers and the All Starz still held some pretty firm grudges against the former Demolition Boys. Michael, in particular, had been quite vocal about his distrust of Tala and his teammates over the years. That they had been able to put aside their differences long enough to unite against BEGA was a surprise in itself. Of course, she thought dismally, Tala couldn’t know that. While they had been scrambling to put together a team to challenge BEGA, Tala had been fighting his own battle, one Steph knew he still carried the mental and physical ramifications of. “What’s your point?” the Russian huffed. She sighed, stopping outside the Dojo gates. “My point is - the sooner you let it go, the sooner you might be able to move on from all this.” He was silent for a moment, his cold blue eyes taking in the wooden gates and the cobblestone steps beyond them. “Maybe I’m not ready to let it go,” he told her cooly. “And you might be willing to grant them a free pass, but I’m not.”

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Since the announcement of season 8 getting the greenlight and the subsequent statement of it being the final season of Outlander, there has been little to no fandom activity on twitter today. Perhaps they're waiting until later.🤷‍♀️. The announcement, IMO, was a blatant tactic from Starz to "rip the band-aid off quickly" and get it out of the way, then the prequel announced as a buffer. What?! Did they really think that would appease the millions of fans that have been so supportive all these years? I have news for them...it didn't work. People are very upset. The reactions were that of joy at the 8th season, followed immediately by a shocked sadness to, "what...a new prequel?! It isn't quite the buffer they hoped for. Yes...all things come to an end...but the way Starz had handled this is questionable at the very least. And, IMO, it was very cowardly if the powers that be to place Sam and Cait in the position of making said announcement. They were visibly uncomfortable for obvious reasons. This had been their life for almost 10 years, and an admirable time it has been for them.

To announce a prequel that hasn't even been written to use as a buffer is ludicrous at best when there is so much more storyline left for Outlander. WHAT ABOUT "GO TELL THE BEES THAT I AM GONE"?!?!?! There is a lot of storyline left in that one book for at least 2 seasons past 8, at the very least, an extended season 9. And while they are adding "parts of 8" to season 7, and finishing with season 8...they could have had 3 more seasons. I know many won't agree, and I don't expect you to, but to "end" a show which obviously already has a book 9 complete from which to transfer to the screen, then decide to do a prequel that hasn't been written and is just a thought is ridiculous. By the time this "prequel" is written, there will be very little interest piqued. After all...it's not Jamie and Claire, it's Jamie"s parents that we already know about from the Outlander books. We know what happens. Yeah yeah, we already knew about Jamie and Claire, but their storyline is the one we love and the one we want to see.

IMO, this prequel will do well to hold on for one season, and Starz is going to lose a lot of subscribers as they have nothing much that's interesting enough besides Outlander and Men In Kilts ( of which Starz has not announced season 2 even though it's been approved), and no matter how many times you ask...the answer is always a resounding "soon". Soon when?! 🙄

[starksmedici]

Let’s talk about Philippa Gregory.

This video by the wonderful TikTok creator Fawzia Mariam explain most of my dislike for Philippa Gregory. I have tried to like her, I really have. I love her writing style and as some of you might know I am a huge fan of historical fiction, both in books and in tv shows, and it’s kind of hard to omit this woman who is praised as one of, if not its grandest name. This also means that I am pretty capable of accepting some historical inaccuracies, as there is no such thing as a fully accurate period drama.

My problem with Gregory however, is that she is being put forward as an authority on women’s history, when she writes FICTION, and she feels to me to be quite internally misogynistic. This I have mainly noticed in the tv shows by Starz.

I have to admit that I have not yet read those particular books, and I’m probably not going to due to my dislike and the reviews (maybe I will read The White Queen, definitely not The Red Queen). But to what I have heard the shows are a pretty accurate adaptation of the books.

Now my claim of Gregory being misogynistic is mainly coming from the relationships that women have in those shows. It seems that none of them get along, when in reality quite a few of them did get along well/they were cordial. It seems to be perpetuating an image that women in high positions just cannot get along. Furthermore, Gregory likes to have women be scheming masterminds, and the reasons that bad things happen - not the men who mostly are paragons of virtue and if they are not, they are forgiven, often make (only) small mistakes (of course there are exceptions). Margaret is a perfect example because Henry only gets on the throne because of her scheming and she even kills the princes in the tower (for which there is no evidence), and tells her son to r*pe his bride, which he does but she seems to be the only one getting judged for it. By the way Margaret was possibly sex repulsed after getting wedded and bedded AT TWELVE YEARS OLD. So to have her *tell* her son to rape his bride, makes me feel ill.

Margaret seems overall pretty frosty also, and comes across as a caricature of a religious fanatic when she was a complex woman who is said to have been funny and kind, and was overall a badass woman who was clever and was a tragic victim of her time (again she was married at 12, gave birth at 13). A lot of the things that Gregory shoved in her shoes were unlike to have been her at all, or at least only her.

My particular issue with The Spanish Princess is the modern “girlbossification” of Katherine of Aragon who comes across as arrogant, rude and impolite (and again kind of like a scheming liar) when this woman had HUMBLE in her motto. It’s almost as if PG/the show runners did not think Katherine interesting enough the way she was, not feminist enough in our modern views, which I highly disagree with. KATHERINE OF ARAGON WAS A TOTAL BADASS.

So my point with this post is not to say that you cannot enjoy PG shows/books, by all means enjoy what you want (I too enjoy TWQ & TWP), but please do not accept her as a truthful source of history. I am also not saying that I expect or want period drama to be 100% accurate, however I do expect some degree of accuracy, and if I want to watch a show about this or that historical person, I want that show to be about them, not about a random person with their name.

And yes I am extra pissed because I am super interested in historical Margaret Beaufort and I highly protest against the character assassination that Gregory’s books are.

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It's has been that cold. Bullshit. We've been hiking and surfing. Stop with your lying. He looks terrible. Maybe was sick.if he wasn't positive he has no valid reason for postponing NZ and screwing over Graham and the crew there, except for his own screw up on travel which his production company not Starz is responsible for or he just wanted another vacation after 5 he's already had this year . He's suck, an idiot, or the usual narcissist. take your pick.

I just watched the move “Being the Ricardos” about Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz, so let me ‘splain some things, oh frothy one. 

Los Angeles finally got some sun the last few days, but up until then, for the past two weeks it was COLD and rained most days. Granted, when I say cold, I mean cold by L.A. standards. Most native Angelinos break out the parkas, wool scarfs, beanies, and mittens if it gets below 65, myself included. Having said that, the last few weeks have been in the low 50s AND raining. So, unless you’re from the Midwest, the East or a country with cold winters, NO ONE in L.A. has been hiking or surfing in the RAIN. Actually, let me take that back, the only people surfing are hard core surfers. And they wear wetsuits, when the freaking Pacific water is below 50, ya dope. I cannot stress enough how COLD and RAINY the last few weeks have been in L.A. I don’t remember a Christmas that actually felt like a Christmas and this one did, weather wise. We’re always saying “Aw, man why can’t we get a white Christmas like they write about in all those songs, it’s annoying that Christmas here is 75 degrees and sunny.” Well, THIS year it wasn’t your typical L.A. Christmas. 55 degrees and raining is practically snow here, okay. Have I made it clear how unseasonably cold it felt? 

So, don’t come to MY blog to call me a liar. The weather is nice NOW, but it was not for a few weeks. And that’s a FACT. Unless you’re from a place where it actually snows on Christmas, then by all means wear your bikini and go surfing and hiking in 50 degree rainy weather, ya freak. Everyone else was COLD and stayed inside. Capisce?

As for Sam looking “terrible,” um, pretty much every man on this planet would kill to look this ☝ “terrible.” Sam looks great. Baby just has chapped lips, because as I said up above, it’s COLD in L.A. AND L.A. is extremely DRY right now. I’m lathering myself in cocoa butter, olive oil, and 30 year old Crisco, and barely making a dent in keeping my skin from cracking. So, no, Sam doesn’t look sick, he just needs someone to dab some Chapstick on those beautiful lips and some lotion on his angel face, and he’ll be juuuust fine.

And this 👇 pic was just posted a few hours ago, does Sam look “sick” to you? Or maybe you’re just proving that Extreme Shippers and disgruntled Ex-Shippers have bad eyesight and little working cognitive function, and they CONTINUE TO MISCONTRUE REALITY.

Sam obviously had a GOOD REASON for postponing his trip to New Zealand and given he stayed in Los Angeles aka Hollywood aka the entertainment capital of the world, it would seem logical it was WORK RELATED. And had nothing to do with him being a “Covid-ridden idiot narcissist who needed another vacation” to paraphrase you. Trust me, anyone who came to L.A. the last few weeks looking for a warm, sunny holiday was sorely disappointed. 

Anon, if you think so badly of Sam, then WHY pay any attention to anything he does? You and yours are SO bitter and miserable. Find a fandom and a celeb that makes you HAPPY. 

So, I propose a New Year’s Resolution... take the stick out of your ass, step away from anything having to do with Sam, and go find something that puts a smile on your face. Novel idea, I know. 

[little-butterfly-writes]

Give Me a Child? - Kiro Zhou

Type - Smut with fluff at the end

Warnings - NSFW, vaginal sex, food play, internal cumshot, oral (female recieving), pregnancy fluff

Word count - 2245

A/N - HAPPY BIRTHDAY KIRO!! I apologize for being inactive lately! MC’s name is Ash, I felt like giving her the name of the close friend who requested this. Also, a big thank you to @among-starz for proofreading this <3

Your husband, Kiro, is currently on tour. You feel quite lonely whenever he leaves for work, but what can you do? Apple Box gives you a sad face as he sits on your lap. He places his paws on your chests as a plea for attention.

“Do you miss daddy too?”

“Ruff!”, he barks.

“I know, he hates us so much~. He left his wife and puppy home alone~.”

“Daddy missed his little girl very much. He didn’t miss his dog too much, though.”, someone whispers in your ear.

You nearly ascend to the high heavens at the jumpscare Kiro gives you. He moves Apple Box’s paws from you so he can cup your chest instead. You try to keep every bit of your composure as Kiro kneads your breasts over your shirt. Apple Box quickly leaves your lap to greet the sunshine in your living room.

“Alright, alright. I’ll give you some love too.”, He says as he bends down to pet the corgi.

“Did you bring food? It smells like takeout.”

“Not even a greeting for me? I guess Miss Chips doesn’t love me…”, he pouts.

“Oh, Kiro! My dearest husband is back! I missed you so much!....Did you bring food or not?”

“I guess~. I brought some ramen for us. If only I could get a kiss…”

You chuckle as you give him a kiss. Kiro hands you your already fixed bowl and comes to sit with you.

“How did you already put this together without a noise?”

“A superhero never reveals his secrets.”

The two of you snuggle while you eat and watch your favorite shows together. The small lab is sleeping in his bed.  Kiro caresses your body, especially your stomach after you finish eating. The show keeps going, but Kiro is keeping his focus on you. 

“Kiiiirrrrooooooo”, you whine.

“Yes, Ash?”

“Why are you rubbing my stomach so much?”’

“To help aid digestion, of course.”

You accept that answer and continue watching your show. Then kisses fall on the nape of your neck. Kiro’s soft fingers push down the waistband of your pajama shorts. Kisses from silk lips touch down on to your heated cheeks.

“Be quiet, or you’ll wake up Apple Box”, he teases.

“But Kiro, I don’t think-”, he cuts you off by rubbing your clit.

“Sorry, what?”

“I, uhn, I can’t,”, a loud moan slips from your parted lips.

“Ash…”

Slight panting is the only thing you’re listening to. You notice as a digit slips into your heat, then another.

“How would you feel if I asked you to have my children?”

The subject had been brought up during your honeymoon while Kiro did a short livestream. Both of you had decided you’d both wait awhile before the next step together. You brought it up recently, but it never spurred more than a chat. The fingers he slipped in are waiting to move.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Kiro? What about your job?”

“I’m positive, Ash. Besides, it feels like the right moment. Do you want to try now? We don’t have to if you don't want-”

“I’m ready.”, you say with confidence.

“Really!?”, Kiro beams while he moves to finger you.

“Ye, ummm, yeah…”, you sigh out.

Kiro pulls away from your heated arousal, then carries you to your shared room. He drops you on the bed, making you giggle from the bounce. He strips you of your clothes, button after button at a snail's pace. A whine from your lips urges your husband faster. As Kiro finishes, a light bulb lights on top of his head.

“I’ll be back in a minute~”, Kiro says in a singsong voice.

He leaves the room quickly only to return with a jar of honey. You give him a quizzical look. Kiro is wearing the signature cheeky grin, the one he wears when he sneaks snacks behind Savin’s back. You watch him strip quickly as you lay on the bed.

“Let’s try something new tonight”, he smirks.

He slowly crawls on top of you. The memory foam mattress imprinting every curve of your body. You barely notice as the sticky honey is poured onto your abdomen. Kiro draws you in an enchanting kiss as he puts the jar on the nearby nightstand. Kiro breaks away to move further down. The feeling of his warm tongue lapping at your belly feels pretty good.

“Kiro, uhn, stop teasing me!”

“But I have to make sure all the honey is all gone before I stop!”

As he finishes licking the remainder of the honey, the cheeky bastard scoops up more honey and smears it onto your throbbing clit.

“Miss Chips…”, he says before leaving a long lick along your slit.

You tangle your fingers into golden locks. Your toes are already curling into the sheets.

“No matter how many snacks I eat, you’re always my favorite.”, he murmurs in between your legs.

Kiro starts out slowly, teasing licks against your aching cunt. Slowly letting his tongue glide in and out of your hole as he holds your legs up. As a few minutes pass, his pace quickens. Kiro’s muscle is fucking you, sliding in at a fast pace. Your moans turn into pants for air.

“K-kiro....!”, you yell out.

“Be a good girl and cum on my tongue”

You let your orgasm rip through you. Kiro gladly sucks up your leaking essence. Your legs fall limp once he lets go.

“Tired already, baby? I haven’t even fucked you.”, your husband croons.

“Kiro, please, just fuck me already.”, you beg lightly.

“As you wish, my princess”.

Kiro uses your slick folds to lube himself before he enters you slowly. Your jaw drops as his thick cock stretches you out.  A groan of approval comes from Kiro’s throat.

“God, babygirl. I swear you get tighter every time I fuck you.”

“Please, start moving! I want you so badly!”

Kiro starts moving. You can feel each little ridge as he slowly pulls out. He hears a little whine from you, so he thrusts even harder. Kiro lowers himself to rest his forehead on yours.

“I love you so much, Ash.”, he moans out.

You can only moan as a response to his words. You’re drowning in the ocean of pleasure as he starts pounding into you roughly.

“Keep going! Keep going, oh god I’m so close.”

Kiro kisses your lips softly. His left hand moving to twist your nipples as his right hand rubs your clit. Your second orgasm of the night runs through your body. Kiro comes after you, deep breaths coming from his lungs.

“Yeah? You want me to keep pounding you until I spill deep inside you?”

“Please! Give me all your cum! I want your babies!”

“That felt so good,  Ro..”

“I’m not done with you yet, Ash. I have to show how much I missed you.”

Your night is filled with moans and screams of passion. Kiro came in you again, and again. You’re pretty sure you won’t be able to walk a straight line in the morning. 

In the morning following suit, you’re surprised to see Kiro up early for once.

“What are you doing?”, you yawn out.

“I gotta see if Savin can pick up some pregnancy tests. If he can't then I need to put on a disguise then get some myself.”

“Can’t you do that later? I wanna cuddle still.”

“If Savin can get them, then we can cuddle more.”

A minute or two passes by. Kiro sighs after a phone ding.

“Looks like I’m free to cuddle. Come here, Miss Chips!!”

The next time your try is next week. Kiro has been very busy at the studio. It came to the point where you barely saw him at home the past couple of days. Since it was Kiro’s day off today, he had no other plans other than being hilt deep inside you all day. One minute you were cuddling on the couch, the next you were in nothing but your thigh highs. Kiro is already playing with your tits while you grind on his thigh.

“Go on baby, cum on my thigh.”

“But….but I’ll make your jeans, haaah, dirty..”, you stumble out as he pinches your nipples.

“I don’t give a fuck about my jeans. Just let go.”, he murmurs.

You let the tight coil in your stomach snap.  You’re still rolling on the waves of your first orgasm as Kiro lays you on your stomach.

“Lift your ass up”, he commands.

You let out a whimper as you move your legs to the position Kiro wants you in. The soft throw pillow helps your upper body feel comfortable. Kiro digs his fingers into your hips, surely going to leave bruises tomorrow. You wiggle your bare ass against clothed hardness. With the sound of metal being unzipped and unbuckled, your cunt is filled to the brim in one swift thrust. You yelp out in surprise as he pounds into you mercilessly from behind. He bows down over your body to outline the shell of your ear with his tongue. You can feel his hot breath ghost over the nape of your neck. The flutter of your walls earns a groan. You purposefully clench around his thick cock again, earning a hard smack to your ass. A series of moans follows your loud whimper.

“Please! Please Kiro, I want to cum!!” Your body is humming.

“Do you deserve to?”, he mumbles into your ear as he reaches down to stroke your clit. 

“Yes, yes, pleaassse! I want your babies, please, cum inside me!” He thrusts start growing faster and erratically. 

“Come on, Ash. Release yourself all over my cock.”

You feel an eruption of warmth blooms between your legs as you roll on the waves of your second orgasm. Kiro’s cum paints the inside of your pussy in white spurts. He waits a minute before pulling out and turning you on your back. Your husband adjusts the pillow that held your upper body and pulls it down to your lower back.

“Roro, this feels silly..”

“We can’t let anything essential drip out! Just for half an hour, Miss Chips.”

Kiro pouts playfully, so you agree to keep your waist up high. He makes sure that you’re okay and not in any pain. He brings you some cold water out of the fridge.

Of course, you and Kiro have many more nights of passion after, yet those two times were the most memorable. The pleasurable bruises that marked your body, and the chance of  finally creating a little life form made you elated just thinking about it. After around three months of trying, Kiro was forced to leave for a tour yet again.

While he’s gone, you start to notice a dull ache in your head. Somedays, you’d wake up feeling like you’d puke your guts out. Even the smell of your favorite foods could set your sensitive stomach off. And the cravings of things you normally would eat, like chocolate with your chips? Something wasn’t right.

You take a deep breath before entering the bathroom, a box of pregnancy tests in hand. Your eyes light up as you see two lines pop up, no longer seeing that pesky single line. You cried tears of joy. Over the course of the day, you take a couple more tests to confirm that you aren’t going crazy, all of them coming out positive. Since you haven’t seen Kiro in around two weeks, you decide to surprise him with the news the next night when he would be home.

An hour before your husband will be home, you put the one test you saved in a small rectangular box. You tie a pink and blue ribbon loosely to prevent the lid from popping open.

…..

��Miss Chips! Your superhero Kiro is home!”

You nearly trip over your own feet as you rush over to your soulmate, the boxy clenched in your hands.

“Kiro, Kiroo! I have a gift for you~!” Your body vibrates in excitement.

“Alright, alright! Let me see!”, he chuckles.

You hand him the box. He quickly removes the ribbon and opens it. You two stand there in silence as he looks at your test.

“K-Kiro? Are you okay?” You’re met with silence.

“I’m sorry, Kiro….I thought this was what you wanted..”

“I’m going to be a father?” He looks up at you, his eyes watering slightly.

Your frown turns into a smile the minute he embraces you in a bone crushing hug. You wrap your arms around his neck while leaving a small peck on his lips.

“Miss Chips, we’re going to be parents! I’m going to be a dad!”

He picks you up gently and places you on the plush sofa. Kiro kneels in front of you, taking your hands and placing them on his cheeks as he rests his head on your stomach.

“Thank you so much for everything, Ash… I couldn’t even think of a life without my one and only love.”

“I love you too, Kiro”, you say with a wide smile.

That night’s movie night is one you’ll never forget. Kiro whispered words of love that left you ecstatic. He rubbed your tummy while he cuddled you from behind. The happiness in his eyes each time you’d look over at him. Kiro was prepared to be given a cruel life at a young age, yet you turned his future around. He wouldn’t have life any other way.

[darringauthier]

Spiral: From The Book Of Saw (2021)

Genre: Horror

Who's In It: Chris Rock, Max Minghella, Samuel L Jackson, Marisol Nichols

Who Directed It: Darren Lynn Bousman

Plot: A criminal mastermind unleashes a twisted form of justice in Spiral, the terrifying new chapter from the book of Saw.

Run Time: 93 Minutes

IMDB Score: 5.2

Metascore: 40

Rotten Tomatoes Score: Critics 37% Audience 75%

Why I Watched It: I've seen all the Saw movies even the one called Jigsaw.

How I Watched It: I saw it on iTunes, it was on sale at the time. It's now playing on Starz in Canada I know.

Random Thoughts: Including this one there are 9 Saw movies, yup that's a lot. Just for the record my favorite is Saw II, lots of fun and some of the franchises best twists. Hated 3, just for the record.

So director Darren Lynn Bousman comes back to the franchise.

It's a bad title, what is The Book of Saw, they were movies and Jigsaw didn't write all these stories It was a reach. To be fair so was the film Jigsaw which I honestly thought was the end to the franchise.

What I Liked: This is tough cause I'm going to sound very harsh with this film and I just want to say I didn't hate it but man was it bland and disappointing. So here comes the rub, this is the spot for me to write positive things, tough here and it's not because everything is badly done but the stuff that kind of works only kind of works.

Alright I did like Samuel L Jackson and he did have good chemistry with Chris Rock, I didn't buy them as father and son but the couple of scenes they had I liked. Jackson is basically a cameo here, which is too bad I wish he was the lead.

The look of the film and the tone is good here as well, that's all I got and I did really try.

What I Didn't Like: The Saw franchise has been milked dry. It's sad but I feel it's done. Now I will saw this film is just using the name Saw, it's not really a Jigsaw movie and really they just use the "games" gimmick and not very well at that. You could have called this anything else and no one would have said this is a Saw ripoff. The deaths are very uninspired and the ones near the end are over the top silly. They didn't have the tension and the imagination the best Saw films have. It's weird but this one feels very mailed in and the whole point of this one was to breath new life into the franchise.

Lets get to the acting, it's not great Samuel L Jackson is the only one that is good and he's barely in it everyone is else is miscast or not good or both. Alright Chris Rock is badly miscast I will say he does better than the trailer showed cause that promised a reckoning of bad acting. He's not my favorite actor but he's decent in the right role and this wasn't it. It didn't help that Max Minghella wasn't much better, also they had no chemistry together.

Saw is known for it's twists, I'll say this there is really only one and good God you can see it coming nine miles away. To the point I was like no way this is the twist they're playing us here but nope. You can not only pick the killer but the reason as well. For me this kills the film it takes it from ho-hum to lazy bad, this twist would have been cliched in 1980. If this was the twist from the first one we wouldn't have gotten a franchise. The film also just plays it so down the middle, it's not campy, it's not over the top, it's not crazy violent or intense it's just there. Nothing stands out but the lame ass twist.

Final Thoughts: It may not be the worst in the franchise but it's the most boring. The one plus it's only 93 minutes.

Final Thoughts: it's between a 3 and a 4 for me so we'll say 3.5

[helloneighborfan]

Chapter 4: "The Investigation Begins"

"... ..." You start to hear crickets, the wind blowing slightly like several leaves flying around and there she is, waiting for her sitting on that wooden bench putting her hand on the bench to finally be able to give her a hug and say sorry . She finally sits down and they give each other a warm hug that lasts longer than expected. She for a moment she closes her eyes and now she is in an empty place.

"How cold it is here" I say blowing my hands to warm myself, I walk around me and as I walk I see an extremely familiar figure but then the figure is distorted. That aura that I previously believed to be real is now just a whisper in my mind; the sky is wrapped in an extremely clear lilac and with an extremely beautiful dark purple the "sky" of the place while now I am in a dark house

"Who are you? I wait for an answer from the supposed figure but I don't receive any answer." I'm your subconscious "Says the hoarse voice." Look, I know it's not easy to explain but here in dreams everything you think about in the day will be transported at night; anyway you have never had these encounters on a daily basis, my girl, you have always longed to dream of being someone in this life, haven't you? In fact we have all had that thought. "Sweet dreams" At that moment my vision begins to turn black and a whip is heard.

Gah! I look around to make sure everything is in order, I see Roger as always there by my side and I am relieved with that. I grab a pillow and put it in a position between my legs to be more comfortable.

The next day I get up and see the window so that it is okay but everything indicates that today there will be a lot of cloud, which indicates that today it will be very cloudy. I go straight to the bathroom to get ready, take a shower as well as call the one with the furniture. Before she calls I see Adelle there in a deep sleep and lying on her side, she surely couldn't sleep well so she let her sleep and I go straight to the table to call the one with the furniture

"Good morning, ahem who do I like?" Ah, her voice seems like those bank managers it can't be and I don't want to fight with the server. "Good morning, miss, I am Roger Peterson who came 2 days ago to see about the furniture" Well it seems that they are already on their way, sir, the truck will arrive at 12:30 in the afternoon if you like. Perfect. I hang up the call and I already feel a little relieved that they are already on their way.

"Good morning" Someone says and I turn to look and it is her, it seems that she has already recovered the energy necessary to be able to go to work. We have breakfast and get ready to go and let the truckers know that they can accommodate the furniture there and it seems that they accepted that it is the good thing. We got in the car and headed there, I am very excited to know what will happen, I say this is something very serious besides that we should not risk our lives, they know why they would hate us ... they already know how to send us to hell in the future

We entered the place and the entrance is extremely large, which is what I like, there are several sections of subjects such as Mathematics, Literature and Civics in large black letters:

"Oh! Adelle, Roger I'm glad to see you here on time, I expected that from you. "

I greet her and she too, it makes me good to see her arranged with her perfectly combed but slightly disheveled bun, her gray plaid jacket, a short formal dress and her black heels, she says she is going to give us a little tour of the building now teach the climatology department;

While we are walking through the university I think about calling Mr. Mason to thank him for this job offer since this will benefit us, about the pregnancy I do not know what to say but if it is a child I promise to give him the best possible education so that it is not a poor exemplary son, if he is a girl I will also do the same because you know sometimes life can give you unexpected turns.

"Well here is the department of climatology and science can see without compromise." She goes to the address since they called her for something so she leaves us alone for a few minutes:

"Wow, this department is very very big here we can probably investigate" There are several posters, shelves with books but the shelf is medium, We sit on the plastic chairs there; to do our part we take a few books on tropical climates, on rains.

I love to make notes about the phenomena that we always investigate, I remember that one day we left the press open-mouthed about an in-depth scientific explanation about a Ball Lightning, what does this mean? It is a spherical structure that appears when there is an electrical storm, almost two theories (Internal Energy and External Energy) that explain almost antagonistic since almost not much is known about it but what would make perfect sense is that these rays have been brought somehow over power lines.

I write this down taking into account that, if the Mayak-O14 is the same as the ball lightning, something makes the sky turn purple, orange would make sense that it was a kind of artificial magic; what I mean is that an object could be causing all this, I read an article on Raven Brooks and I am realizing that storms are very common here and the weather is very unusual.

"Oh, there they are both, they gave me news that I have to inform them." We turn around at the same time stopping writing and paying attention to the subject.

"Well, I hope you like the News: The Tavish are financing Mayak 0-14 research, with the aim of solving the enigma of this phenomenon"

Well that pleases me but I think- "Don't worry, they only told me about it, they did not say the date of the financing, only the details." For a moment I had been scared since I'm not ready yet, far from it Adelle, let's go. We know that we barely made a move 2 days ago so for now we will be working here at the university.

"Hey Rita, for now we will be working here as well as investigating." Yes, no problem.

We spend a few hours late researching about the weather and natural phenomena so that we can distract ourselves a little bit until it's time to go home ...

PS: Credits to @da-radio-starz for the fanart of Piper!

[snowwhitelass]

Why A Discovery of Witches star Steven Cree asked Outlander costar Sam Heughan for advice

By Maureen Lee Lenker

January 08, 2021

When it comes to bringing a beloved book series to life on television, Steven Cree knows a thing or two.

The actor, who is about to embody fan-favorite character Gallowglass on the second season of A Discovery of Witches, has spent the last several years playing the lovable Ian Murray, Sr. on Starz's Outlander. And this time, he was prepared for all that bringing to life a popular series of novels entails.

"When I got Ian Murray in Outlander, I wasn't on social media at that point," he tells EW. "Even though I was aware of Outlander being a hugely successful book series, I didn't know anything about the huge fan base. It wasn't actually until I was on Outlander that I realized how big the whole thing was, whereas with this, it was an entirely different scenario from the start. When I had the audition and I googled to find out a little bit about the TV show, whenever you google Gallowglass and A Discovery of Witches, it became very quickly apparent that Gallowglass is indeed an extremely beloved character."

"Ian is nice and warm and fuzzy; Gallowglass is a lot more dynamic than that," he adds. "He's a bachelor as well. He's a bit of a rock-and-roll vampire for his time so he's an entirely different proposition from Ian. I did read the book, and I absolutely loved the character of Gallowglass every bit as much as the fans. Whilst I know that there may well be some people out there who will never agree with my casting of Gallowglass, I hope the majority of people are happy with how he's portrayed and what I bring to him."

There is one man who would know what Cree is going through, embarking on playing this beloved fictional character who many fans have declared their literary crush. That would be his Outlander costar Sam Heughan. Cree didn't ask Heughan for any advice about the perceived pressure that comes with stepping into a role of this nature, but he did ask him for help with something a bit more weighty.

"Gallowglass is described as being a particularly physical, and muscular character, so I've been spending a lot of time in the gym over the last 18 months," he explains. "So, I was asking Sam Heughan some fitness tips."

As a lover of fantasy novels for most of his life, Cree was enthusiastic about diving into the world of A Discovery of Witches and his character in particular. "He's a very complex character, and there's a lot about Gallowglass that's unknown," he reflects. "He has a slightly mysterious quality to him; he's been alive for already a few 100 years by the point we meet him. Even though he's described as a soldier of fortune, you don't exactly know his history or his past. When it comes to the crunch, he's a really fearsome warrior that the Claremont family calls upon. He's almost a slightly bombastic character, full of one-liners and quick to make a joke. [But] there's a slight sadness around him as well."

How does an actor tap into such a mysterious figure with a shadowy backstory? Well, it helps when the author who created him is also an executive producer. Deborah Harkness, who wrote the A Discovery of Witches series, was often on-hand to give Cree advice. In a move reminiscent of Alan Rickman's experiences playing Professor Snape in the Harry Potter franchise, Harkness even provided Cree with secret details.

"She gave me a very long and very detailed backstory of Gallowglass' life," he notes. "Which you wouldn't necessarily see any of that on the screen, but from an acting point of view, the more you can learn about a character, the easier it is for me to bring that palette to the character. Debs told me some things in absolute confidence, which I haven't shared with anyone else at all. It's good to have some secrets about your character, to create that inner life."

Harkness also helped Cree feel a certain level of confidence in the role. In the novel, Gallowglass is described as a former Viking, and his warrior spirit had led fans to dream-cast the likes of Charlie Hunnam and Heughan himself in the role. But Cree never got anything but absolute support from the character's creator.

"I was hugely encouraged by how positive Debs was in my casting of Gallowglass because I had come across a lot of suggestions on the internet," he muses. "When the person who's actually created that character has been so vocal about how much she thinks I am her version of Gallowglass, it gave me almost unspoken permission [and] made me feel really good about filling his boots, literally and figuratively."

Cree was immediately enchanted by the sexy, romantic implications of playing a vampire, noting he's a longtime fan of things like Interview With a Vampire and the Twilight series. He reveled in getting to bring that ancient mystery and superhuman strength to life (though he shares a mournful regret with his costar James Purefoy that he didn't get to bite anyone). But to him, the key to Gallowglass was that view of him as a rock-and-roll vampire.

That translated into his prep in his trailer before shooting scenes. "The one thing that I did use quite often when I was in my trailer, and I was putting on my costume and I wanted to get into the headspace for Gallowglass, I would very often play 'Nothing Else Matters' by Metallica," he quips. "I could imagine Gallowglass being really into Metallica."

A bit different from the music of the 1590s...

A Discovery of Witches season 2 premieres on Sundance Now, Shudder, and AMC+ on Jan 9.

[heresathreebee]

Garrote part 9

[Starz Power Diego Jimenez x Jazmine Mann (Black!OC)]

Word count: 3k words

Warning(s): Explicit (+18) | sibling angst, mention of past drug use, roleplay sex!, UNPROTECTED sex (wrap your willy before you get silly), clothed sex, dirty talk, oh uh minor voyeurism. Previous Masterlist Next

AN: No beta, all mistakes are my own. Why is it so goddamn difficult to apply gifs to a post. I promise I’ll sort the masterlist tonight! Also tags will be moved to the bottom under the cut. Let me know if you’d like to be added

Gif creator @padfootwantsatummyrub​ thank you!

Alicia agreed to meet him that same night, and he tried to be presentable, and though he couldn't hide the alcohol on his breath, he was miraculously clean. That was thanks to the girls, of course, he hadn't had a second to snort coke with all their attention and literal begging. His sister was out on a job– Healy had given them the name of the low level thug who stole Porsche. Kennedy belonged to Jason Micic's organization, but Alicia discovered the boy usually did his own jobs. Diego met her just a few miles from his place and watched her work. His presence seemed to make Jason's Right Hand man nervous. 

"Look miss," he had been calling her 'lady' sarcastically before he noticed Diego lurking around in the shadows, "I hear what you're saying and I promise we're gonna fix it. By this time tomorrow, nobody's ever gonna know that kid's name." 

"Good." Alicia took a drag from her cigarette and held out a hand. The man reached out to shake it, but she snatched his wrist and put the cherry out on his forearm. He screamed, lurching his arm out of her grasp and gaining a few claw marks in the process. "Make sure it never happens again, claro?" 

They left him cradling his arm and stalked over to the alleyway of a greasy midnight diner. Diego held the door open for her, instructing her guard with a look to wait outside (his guard did the same). Alicia picked a booth in the back and ordered whiskey and fries– the very mention of which made Diego's stomach growl. 

"What do you want, Diego?" Alicia was stoic, already a note of disappointment fell from her voice as if she expected something childish. 

He took a deep breath to collect himself. 

"I'm sorry, sister," he said. She raised an eyebrow, but he continued, "I've been reckless and stupid and I almost got us caught because of it. You said those fucking pigs wouldn't have had anything on us except for my gun, and I can't let that happen again. So until we cross the border… no more coke." 

Alicia was, understandably, surprised. "No more coke? You think you can handle that, Diego?" 

His eyes were hard as stone– determined. "For us? Yes." 

His sister relaxed into the red cushions of the booth. Her eyes searched his– for mockery, for tricks, for falsehoods– until her jaw tightened and some raw expression flashed that Diego didn't know how to read. 

"On our mother's grave," he vowed. The trust Alicia was giving him now could not be squandered. It filled him with determination and a desire to be redeemed in her head. On our mother's grave. 

She hugged him. After sitting in perfect, tense silence while he ate all the fries and took a sip of her whiskey, as they were walking back out the door, she hugged him. He felt like a kid again. He felt like he had when their mother had passed away. Those were the only times she had hugged her brother, and it left him feeling raw and exposed like a nerve ending. His head drifted as he drove home and he swiped a tear from his cheek. 

I can do this, he decided. For us. 

It was nearly dawn by the time he got back to the penthouse. The cityscape was always bright at night, but there were a few precious hours in the evening and the morning when enough lights went out that made the city feel truly peaceful. Diego slipped into bed, barely managing to kick off his shoes before falling asleep watching the flurries of driven snow fly past his window. 

~

Someone was jiggling the doorknob. Diego had just enough strength to turn his head and look at the clock to read the time was 5:40 AM. The door to his bedroom opened violently as someone fell in. He lifted his head groggily and recognized the pretty kitten heels hanging from the brown arm with a death grip on the door knob. Jazmine pulled herself up with great difficulty, swaying on her feet like a drunk and slowly maneuvering the door to close behind her. Her half lidded eyes landed on Diego and she smiled. 

"Hey." She sounded hoarse and slurred. "I didn't think you'd actually be here…" 

Diego groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, trying to sit up just a bit. "You asked me to be here. What do you want?" 

Something like sickness flashed over her face but only for a second. Her brow smoothed with determination and she sauntered with purpose to the side of his bed. Jazmine pulled his hair lightly and elicited a grunt from him. 

"I saw Haagen last night," she sighed. "When I left, I got a cab and got drunk and… well, here I am." 

Diego had a hard time focusing on her words, what with the gentle petting of his hair causing distraction, but he understood the unspoken story hidden between the lines. He rested a hand on top of her thigh and felt her twitch under his touch but not away from it. 

"If you're not too tired…" Her soft hand slid down, down, down. Stroking over the side of his neck and the open collar of his shirt, caressing his chest and pressing into the plain of his stomach until it mirrored his own touch on her thigh. She even gave him a squeeze which caused him to twitch as she had. "I could use a nice massage." 

Diego felt himself smirk involuntarily. She had his blood pumping now and pushing out the grogginess of a near sleepless night. He squeezed her back in answer but made no move to sit up or do anything else. 

On Jazmine's part, she couldn't take her eyes off of the man. There was something about the calmness and the plain white shirt that made him seem altogether a different man. He didn't look like a drug lord right now– he looked like somebody's husband. Maybe even somebody's dad. She could put that thought to good use…

"You like roleplaying, Diego?" His eyes had drifted shut but one opened curiously. "I can start." 

"Every girl likes doctor and nurse," he mumbled almost to himself. 

Jazmine shook her head. "I've got something else in mind." 

She stood up and tossed her shoes to the side. Only as she was taking it off did Diego notice she was wearing a t-shirt over her dress (in his defense, they were the same color). What she wore beneath was modest, something she could pass off in a church, which was a far cry from the little number she had worn to the club. Jazmine started her story by removing his belt with an agonizingly slow pace. 

"You," she said, tapping the buckle, "are a 9 to 5 office jockey who loves his parents and makes a decent living wage." 

"So sexy," he drawled sarcastically. 

"And I–" she ripped the belt from the loops of his pants eagerly and in one motion, "– am your wife." 

Diego's voice dropped. "Keep going." 

"I take care of the kids and our three story suburban house." She unbuttoned his pants with one hand, struggling and constantly bumping into his junk just to drive him crazy. "And we're so busy with everything we haven't had time to ourselves since our second kid. But guess what?" 

The button finally popping forced air out of Diego's lung, and he pulled his pants down himself as he became impatient. Jazmine was intent on keeping control and straddled his hips with force. His hands found their way up her skirt with ease and he fingered the strap of her panties as he waited for the other shoe to drop. "It's their first day of kindergarten." 

Diego's lust addled brain took a second to catch up. It was harder to do with her warm core putting pressure on his hardening cock, but he managed, and when he did he cocked an eyebrow at her. "Are you saying we haven't had sex in five years?" 

Jazmine hummed. She ground down on his hips, and he couldn't help but buck into her, feeling rock hard and ready. The woman slipped into her role like she was born to it, donning a face of longing with just a pouting lip. 

"I've missed you so much, baby..." 

God, he could not wait to get naked– this would just have to do. Diego sat up until he was chest to chest with 'his wife' and slipped his hands into his boxers to free his cock from its confines. Jazmine wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held onto him for dear life as he pushed her panties to the side and slipped a finger in. 

"So wet, baby," he groaned, "estas listo?" 

American girls loved hearing his Spanish and Jazmine was no different judging by the way she shuddered. He had to do everything by feeling since she refused to let go of him. She slid onto his cock like she belonged there, and although it was truthfully the first time, it felt like the first in a long time. 

Jazmine gasped when he finally bottomed out. Without a condom, she could feel every single vein and ridge of his thick length wedged into her pussy, and just the slightest movement caused the greatest sensations. Diego's warm breath fanned over her chest and she wished she could reach the zipper on the back of the dress to offer her nipples to him. He was content, it seemed, to try and taste them from the outside, and she squeezed his cock as a reward. 

"Oh fuck me." 

It wasn't meant as a request but Diego obliged her nonetheless. He gripped the soft curves between her hips and her waist and used them to bounce her in his lap, not too fast and not too deep, limited by the position but also like he wanted to keep her close to him. His watering mouth soaked through her dress and her lacy bra and when he pulled away to attack the other it left the last cold. 

The sweet burn of Diego's ministrations allowed Haagen's to wash away like footprints on a sandy beach. All that mattered now was Diego, and the unexpectedly tender way he fucked her like she really was the mother of his children. It made her ache where it shouldn't have, deep in her chest, but she didn't fight it and soon the tightening coil in her core won over her attention. 

Diego moaned with his mouth still on her and Jazmine keened in response, wrapping her fingers in his hair and dragging his head up to look at her. His pupils were blown wide but the light from the window still illuminated the deep brown ring of his eyes in a way that was so hypnotic she couldn't look away. 

His lip curled (of course) and the unhinged mischief of his former self shone through. "Want another..." 

She couldn't tell if it was a question for her or a statement from him. He kept her bouncing on his cock as his eyes drifted down to her mouth and back up again. Every time she came down it was harder and deeper than before as she let her whole weight crash into him. "Put another baby in you, huh, muñeca? Make it three…" 

That should not have been as hot as it was. Jazmine whined involuntarily and put both of her hands on his chest to push him onto his back, stalling their impeccable rhythm for a second as she basked in how deep his dick really went. 

He could do it. For real– his cock was naked in her pussy and he had the length to do it better than most. Oh fuck, it's curved, she thought, wishing she was fucking him the other way around. Can't stop now. Can't wait. 

Jazmine began to ride Diego and listened to all the filthy things that fell from his lips. No wonder I married you. 

"Yeah, querida? You like this dick? Want me to cum inside and paint a pretty picture?" 

"Yesss," she hissed. "Oh god. Fuck…" 

"That's it, mama, keep fucking yourself. Don't need my help, do you? Got it all figured out. Put a baby in you and watch you grow again…" 

Jazmine gasped, she was so close, hanging right on the edge. "Fuck, daddy…" 

She didn't even know she'd said the magic word, but the pair came together, and hard. Diego's grip on her waist was bruising and merciless, he filled her up with all he had and then some, and just to make it extraordinary, he made her hips grind into him for good measure. Jazmine's mouth dropped low and saliva dribbled out and dripped into his shirt, her hands tearing a button off as her pussy clenched down on his pulsating cock for a true flood. She was seeing stars when the torrent of endorphins finally drew back, and she collapsed onto his chest, boneless and gasping for air. 

When their breathing had finally slowed down, Jazmine moved just enough of her weight to make them both comfortable without adding distance– for her sake as much as his. There was sweat cooling in the small of her back, Diego’s chest rose and fell beneath her head, and the memory of Haagen faded away like static on a television set. 

“So,” Diego hummed, “I take it that was a bit of a fantasy of yours, eh?” 

Jazmine’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean? Three kids, a house, and a spouse?” She thought about it for a moment and shrugged, “doesn’t everyone, in their own way?” 

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” 

"I will admit it was probably most definitely brought on by this," she plucked at his white shirt, smirking with pride at the missing button and pocketing it in her drenched bra. "You look like… well I don't know exactly but this shirt screams normal and I figured you couldn't possibly own something like that." 

Diego hummed but offered no explanation for the unusual attire. He could probably go incognito through a crowd and never be seen with that thing. Now uncomfortable, Jazmine sat up and flung off her dress, admiring the red handprints on her sides. She lay back down into his embrace and chuckled. 

"What?" 

She started drawing circles on his chest with a finger. “I wasn’t sure you could get off without, you know, an audience.” 

Diego shrugged his shoulders (jostling her head in the process) and she could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “of course I can come without an audience. It’s a preference, not a medical condition.” 

“Oh right, sure. Sure.” The warm hand on her back began to slide, tracing up her sides and just short of cupping her face, she felt his fingers graze her earlobe. A groan of irritation ripped through her throat. “I guess you did get an audience after all.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean exactly?” 

Jazmine took her sweet time answering him as she rolled up and over top of him to get to the other side of the bed and to touch the room light remote on the nightstand. Now brighter in the slick black design of Diego’s bedroom, she leaned over him on her elbow and pointed. 

Directly at her fake hearing aid. 

Diego stared for a moment before his cheeks puffed and he blew a raspberry trying to hold his laugh. It exploded from his chest like a bark and his entire body curled into it, which in turn warmed Jazmine to join in. For as cool and unbothered as Agent Healy portrayed himself, there was no way he could have been able to ignore the sounds on the other end of the listening device by the sheer volume of the activities on the receiver. 

Ever the exhibitionist, Jazmine was not surprised to find Diego’s hand pressing into the back of her neck to draw her closer. She rolled her eyes when he leaned forward to speak directly into the microphone, “like what you heard, Healy?” 

The answer came in an instant. Just as Jazmine was debating whether to settle back into the bed or to get up, Diego’s phone rang. The man was having far too much fun as he pushed her under him and reached for the nightstand even though she was closer. His knee fell between her sensitive thighs as he checked the screen. Despite everything, he still looks at her with disbelief as Healy’s contact glares back at him. 

Healy’s voice sounded somehow right coming from a speaker. It matched the sometimes robotic way he delivered them lines about his purpose or his plan. “Yes, Mr. Jimenez, I am always on the edge of my seat when you make a pass at my informant.” 

The expression only flashes for a second across his face, but for a moment Diego looked as uncomfortable as Jazmine felt. It was strange, knowing the name and the face of the person who was surveilling you. Knowing they hear everything all of the time and forgetting, only to remember and wonder if you’ve done something to warrant the shame and embarrassment that floods through you upon recollection. Jazmine was more often than not completely unaware of the thing until it beeped its death notes. She would have to remember to set a schedule for charging it every night, as Healy had suggested before. 

“It’s fascinating the things people get up to when they think they’re alone,” Healy continued, “but if it is any consolation to you, Miss. Mann, I am accustomed to turning a blind eye– or ear, I suppose– to your nonessential activities.” 

Well at least that was something. Diego hung up (or Healy did, she wasn’t paying attention), then turned to look her in the eye with a mischievous glint. 

“What?” 

“Jazz Mann.” 

“Shut the– I’m going to fucking strangle you.”

~~~~~

Alrighty, I think this was pretty successful! But know that it’s all downhill from here (OK, mostly downhill from here). 

@1zashreena1​ @kid-from-new-zealand​ @nicke0115​ @girlpornparadise​ @mental-bycatch​ 

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❤️ positivity for a writing partner. & 💛 how i’m taking care of myself today.

@mercyprevaild || an ooc meme from this tag || did i find it? nah.

❤️ positivity for a writing partner.

shout out to the sweeneys. @liftedrelics and @scmildanach! you guys make writing laura so friggin’ fun. i appreciate you indulging her and me in all the ginger awesomeness there is. you both write him so damn well. both of you have your own takes on him and they’re both flawlessly amazing and perfect. the fact that you two go back and forth with one another makes me delighted. it’s entertaining as heck. i’m blessed to know and have you both on my dash.

ps. even if marley’s weird.

💛 how i’m taking care of myself today.

i’ve been chilling out today. getting a lot better from the surgery but still having some moments now and then. so! when those happen? i been treating myself to some naps and lounging around! spending time with the doggos, too. oh and i subbed to starz again for the new season of american gods. that’s taking care of myself, right?? wink!

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PCW-The Return

How did we get here?

Extreme Election Night 2020 Preview December 27, 2020 Preview of PCW’s Extreme Election Night 2020 -15th Anniversary Celebration -The 2020 Year in Review -Donald Trump vs. Joe Biden

PCW’s Extreme Election Night 2020-Part One December 31, 2020 –Donald Trump and Joe Biden both interview for the PCW CEO position -ARIZONA SENATE MEDALLION MATCH: Martha McSally (American Patriots) vs. Mark Kelly (Progressive Alliance) -SOUTH CAROLINA SENATE MEDALLION MATCH: Lindsey Graham (American Patriots) vs. Jaime Harrison (Progressive Alliance) -PCW TAG TEAM TITLE MATCH: Jill Berg Enterprises: P.M.C. Banks and Kirk Walstreit (American Patriots) vs. The Green World Order: GreenPete and ‘Vengeful Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee (Progressive Alliance) vs. The Deplorables: ‘Red Solo Cup’ Ray McAvay and ‘Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan (American Heartland Coalition)

PCW’s Extreme Election Night 2020-Part Two January 4, 2021 -ALABAMA SENATE MEDALLION MATCH: Tommy Tuberville (American Patriots) vs. Doug Jones (Progressive Alliance) -HOUSE WAR GAMES MATCH: Progressive Alliance vs. American Patriots -MICHIGAN SENATE MEDALLION MATCH: Gary Peters (Progressive Alliance) vs. John James (American Patriots) -MAIN EVENT #1/PCW WOMEN’S TITLE MATCH: Kathryn Randall Collins (Progressive Alliance) vs. ‘Alaskan Rogue’ Sierra Whalen (American Patriots) -MAIN EVENT #2/PCW TITLE MATCH: ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels w/PCW CEO candidate Joe Biden, Aide de Camp candidate Kamala Harris (Progressive Alliance) vs. ‘Starz N. Stripes’ Kevin Scott w/PCW CEO Donald Trump, Aide de Camp Mike Pence (American Patriots) -Who will be named the new CEO of PCW?  Donald Trump or Joe Biden.

Riot Breaks Out at PCW Show January 10, 2021 -‘Red Solo Cup’ Ray McAvay, ‘Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan, Charlie Blackwell, and the Vice Squad’s General DeBauchery rescue Dawn McGill and race to Hack’s Rusty Nail Saloon -Colleen Crowder celebrates Joe Biden’s win and the success of the Progressive Alliance at Extreme Election Night 2020 -GEORGIA SENATE MEDALLION MATCH: Raphael Warnock and Jon Ossoff (Progressive Alliance) vs. Kelly Loeffler and David Perdue (American Patriots) -PCW CEO Donald Trump promo -Kevin Scott interview -Kevin Daniels interview -PCW TITLE MATCH: ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels (Progressive Alliance) © vs. ‘Starz N. Stripes’ Kevin Scott (American Patriots)

Replay of The End of PCW Extreme Political TV – January 10th, 2021 After rescuing Dawn McGill and driving back to Hack’s Rusty Nail Saloon for the show, ‘Red Solo Cup’ Ray McAvay and McGill arrive at Hack’s to find it in ruins following the riot that took place.  McGill gets a sinking stomach in her stomach and mutters ‘Oh my God.’  McAvay tells the officer Dawn McGill is the owner of PCW and the officer motions to them to park the car away from the building. After Ray parks the car, he and Dawn walk towards Hack’s they begin to see the full scope of damage.  Broken windows.  Glass all over the place.  Chairs, tables broken in the parking lot.

They reach the entrance and look inside.  Ray says they ‘trashed the place.’  Tables and chair strewn all over.  The wrestling ring destroyed.  Broken light fixtures.  Glass all over the floor.  Beer and alcohol all over the floor.  The owner of the bar meets Dawn in the foyer and explains like other small businesses thanks to COVID they were in trouble already.  He works hard.  Does the right things.  Makes the right choices.  And this happens.  McGill tries to apologize to him.  He just shakes his head and hands her a torn up contract.  McGill peers down at the remnants of the document in her hands. Then it gets worse.

Coke Brothers (David and Charles), George Moros- big money political financiers, the founder of the Alan Lincolns Project Alan Lincolns, and Big Tech’s Jack Buckenberg- CEO of Facetwitogram approach Dawn.  Moros refers to Dawn’s relatively disheveled appearance and says ‘aren’t you a sight’ to her. McGill’s face turns beet red and she tells Moros he knows damn well what happened.  His goons kidnapped and held her hostage for two months.

Moros replies all everyone saw on video was McGill running out on the show at Extreme Election Night and demands proof of the ‘kidnapping’ or else this just is another wild, baseless accusation.

Dawn goes to leap at Moros but McAvay stops her.  Moros has a sick grin on his face.  He tells her it’s over and she’s through.  The Republicans and Democrats are both on board and they’re partnering with their new best friend Jack Buckenberg for a new political wrestling show that will be headed by someone you know and love.

Out of the smoke and rubble of the interior of Hack’s Rusty Nail Saloon walks the ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Mr. McMann- McGill and PCW’s long-time nemesis.  McAvay mutters ‘son of a bitch’ to himself.   McGill?  She says not him… anyone but him.  McMann goes up to McGill.  He smiles and tells her she’s really let herself go.  Again, McGill starts to make an aggressive move forward.  Again, McAvay pulls her back.  McMann brags that it took sixteen years but he’s finally won.  Game over.

Then Buckenberg delivers the coup de grace. He tells McGill consider PCW deplatformed.

A few minutes later…McGill, McAvay, and ‘The Voice of PCW’ Johnny Suave watch Mr. McMann- backed by The Coke Brothers, George Moros, and Alan Lincolns- give an impromptu press conference attended by The Guild of Low Level Media People Trying to Make a Name for Themselves: Colleen Crowder-New York Times, Sharon Johns-CNN, Bill Smithers-Fox News, Hallie Reed-MSNBC, and Dan Miller-Washington Post.  Suave muses that the writer of the movie ‘The Running Man’ may have called the transformation of politics, society, and culture right on the money.  A dejected McGill notes the enthusiastic applause coming from the Guild of Low Level Media people to McMann’s remarks.

Dawn McGill: So this is how liberty dies… with thunderous applause.

Dawn McGill’s House- Wednesday January 20th, 2021 Seated in her favorite comfy chair, munching on a bowl of popcorn and drinking whiskey from a glass on an adjacent table, wearing her favorite sweatshirt and blue jeans, feet propped up on the entertainment stand complete with freshly painted red toenails shining in the light from the nearby lamp, Dawn watches the newly returned Political Wrestling Universe’s Blue Brand aka…PWU Political Shakedown show- live from Washington, D.C.

What’s happening?  The official installation of Joe Biden as the new CEO of PCW.

Dawn pops a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth and reflects on what’s happened over the past three months: -the return of PCW and Extreme Election Night 2020- a night where the Progressive Alliance swept everything and took full control of the PCW Executive Committee.   -her abduction at the hands of the big money financiers of both the Progressive Alliance (George Moros) and American Patriots (The Coke Brothers), aided and abetted by Alan Lincoln’s Project, during Extreme Election Night and subsequent detention for almost two months before The Deplorables came to her rescue. -the riot that took place at Hack’s Rusty Nail Saloon that destroyed the spiritual home of PCW for over 15 years which leads to the return of ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Mr. McMann and the end of PCW.

Sighing, she watches the star-studded, Hollywood-style production on TV and notices the heavy security on hand.  She saw troops from the Space Force dressed in white and black with white helmets to usher in the beginning of new CEO of PCW Joe Biden’s tenure, the new CEO of PCW is delivering his acceptance speech.

Biden stands behind the podium.  His wrinkled seventy-six year old face is covered in a dark shroud and his hands occasionally shoot out bolts of force lightning when he gesticulates…okay, maybe it doesn’t but still…

Joe Biden (from the television): People, supporters of Political Championship Wrestling, today we mark a transition. For years, PCW stood as the conduit for people who were fed up with the status quo, fed up with politics as usual.  But there were those within our fan base who would set us against one another for we never suspected that the greatest threat came from within.  These “supporters” conspired to create a shadow of doubt on my appointment aided and abetted by the previous PCW CEO.

Dawn stuffs another piece of popcorn into her mouth.

Joe Biden: The riot two and a half weeks ago left PCW scarred and deformed.  But I can assure you my resolve has never been stronger. The war is over.  The Trumpists been defeated, and the rebellion…… er…… I mean…… insurrection has been foiled. We stand on the threshold of a new beginning.  With that in mind, in order to ensure the security and continuing stability and for a safe and secure society, Political Championship Wrestling will be reorganized into the Political Wrestling Universe and PCW will cease to exist.

Another sigh.  Dawn then reaches over and takes a sip of whiskey.

Joe Biden: By bringing the political universal under our enlightened guidance, the corruption that plagued PCW in the past few years under the ownership of Dawn McGill will never take root ever again.

McGill rolls her eyes and chucks a piece of popcorn at the TV.

Biden then puts on what appears to be the same Infinity Gauntlet that Donald Trump used last year to end the Red and Blue Brand shows.

What Infinity Gauntlet you may ask?

[REPLAY: 5/2/2019-Extreme Political TV-Donald Trump (R-NY)] The CEO of Political Championship Wrestling Donald Trump explains why the Red Brand and Blue Brand went dark, shows were cancelled, and why PCW ran replays of shows from ten years ago over the past two weeks. Short and to the point, Trump states the current method of doing business with three brands wasn’t working so, he felt it was time to make a change.

Trump reaches under the podium and pulls out an Infinity Gauntlet (ie…the very same Infinity Gauntlet featured in the recent Avengers movie). He places said Infinity Gauntlet on his right hand. Trump raises his hand in the air.

Then he attaches a red stone to the gauntlet. Then he snaps his fingers and says Red Brand is no more. The press- except for most of the Fox News contingent – let out a loud cheer.

Trump then attaches a blue stone to the gauntlet and snaps his fingers and proclaims the Blue Brand. No more. The press- except for most of the Fox News contingent – groan.

Then Trump attaches a white and black stone with PCW written on it to the gauntlet. But this time he doesn’t snap his fingers. Trump announces he’d made PCW owner Dawn McGill a generous offer for PCW that sets her up for life and she accepted.

Cut back to Dawn’s living room.

Joe Biden: With this Infinity Gauntlet, with one snap of my fingers I brought back the Blue Brand show and here all of you are watching PWU’s Political Shakedown show.  Also with one snap of my fingers, I brought back the Red Brand show- PWU’s Politico War – which will return next Monday night.

Biden pauses for applause.

Joe Biden: Under our New Order, our most cherished beliefs will be safeguarded. We will defend our ideals by force of arms.

Behind Biden, George Moros, The Coke Brothers, the CEO of Facetwitogram Jack Buckenberg, and the founder of the Alan Lincolns Project- Alan Lincolns, all approve and applaud.

The camera then focuses in on Berkeley, California professor- Professor McCarthy- and his Flock: -The Green World Order: GreenPete, ‘Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee, PeaceNick, and Peta from PETA -The Young Jerks: Zenk Cryger, James Idaho, and Anna -Code Pink, and Emily S. List

The Flock also applaud Biden’s speech and Professor McCarthy wipes a tear from his eyes while he holds up the ‘good book that spells out what’s correct and incorrect to think, say, and believe’

Next, the Hollywood Left and sports celebrities from all different walks signal their approval with applause.

Joe Biden: We will give no ground to our enemies and we will stand together against attacks from with or without. Let our enemies take heed.  Those who challenge our resolve will be crushed.

The Guild of Low Level Media People Trying to Make a Name for Themselves: Colleen Crowder-New York Times, Sharon Johns-CNN, Bill Smithers-Fox News, Hallie Reed-MSNBC, and Dan Miller-Washington Post all heartily applaud this line.

Joe Biden: And now, with this Infinity Gauntlet, I will wipe out of existence once and for all- PCW.

‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Mr. McMann stands and claps. Dawn closes her eyes and braces herself as Biden snaps his finger and…

The Location of Hack’s Rusty Nail Saloon 2005-2021- Sunday January 31st, 2021 It’s 30 degrees outside and snowing.  The area where Hack’s Rusty Nail Saloon once stood is nothing more than a snow-covered field now.  Dawn McGill and Johnny Suave are parked off the side of the road and staring out at where the former spiritual home of PCW for over fifteen years used to stand.

Sitting on the hood of the car, Dawn pours some whiskey into a pair of shot glasses.  She hands one of the shot glasses to Suave and asks him what they should drink to.  Suave gazes out into the now empty field and mutters something about good times and good memories. They clink their shot glasses together and down the shots.

She tells Suave that PCW Champion ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels signed on with The Political Wrestling Universe’s Blue Brand show- PWU’s Political Shakedown.  PCW Women’s Champion Kathryn Randall Collins has also signed with the Blue Brand.  Jill Berg Enterprises signed with PWU’s Red Brand- PWU is Politico War.  So basically, to go on means starting over.

Suave takes the whiskey bottle, tilts his head back, and downs another swig of whiskey directly from the bottle.  He puts the bottle down on the hood of the car.

Johnny Suave: Well, that’s never stopped us before.

Close in on McGill: she smiles.

Political Wrestling Universe Headquarters – Washington D.C. – February 2021 So not one year after the last time PCW Owner Dawn McGill was hauled before the Executive Committee of the Political Universe for a hearing with the express purpose of determining whether or not she would be removed as the Executive Director of Political Championship Wrestling, they did it again in the aftermath of the riot that took place on January 6th at Hack’s Rusty Nail Saloon.

The hearing takes place before the Executive Committee of the Political Universe.  You can cut through the tense atmosphere with a knife.  It permeates throughout the hall.  Dead quiet inside the hearing room save the occasional sound of a chair moving along the floor, the ruffle of paper, and most notably, the sound of several photographers snapping off shots in rapid fire fashion.

Sitting at a table cutting a solitary figure with a glass of water placed next to her elbow, Executive Director Dawn McGill one more time faced the stern glare of one Nancy Pelosi (D-CA) and Adam Schiff (D-CA).  Kevin McCarthy (R-CA) is also there.  This time, the hearing would include Mitch McConnell (R-KY) and Chuck Schumer (D-NY).

McGill addresses the Executive Committee and demands to know why she is there when there are so many other pressing issues that need their immediate attention.  She can’t believe for a second that there are more important matters to deal with than wasting time on a hearing over the reset of PCW once again.  Nancy Pelosi offers a sour expression in response and cuts her off.  She tells McGill she knows why she is here- the matter of the riot that took place in January l why you are here.  The matter of the riot that took place last month at one of your…- Pelosi spits out the next word with a heaping helping of distain – …shows is an important matter and one more time brings her – Pelosi accentuates the next word with a hint of sarcasm added for extra emphasis-  …leadership into question.  Pelosi tells McGill what happened at the show was unacceptable and her continued ‘pathetic attempt at leadership’ was also unacceptable.  If Pelosi had her way, she would have been removed as the owner of PCW last year.

McGill fired back that Pelosi was entitled to her opinion and she was entitled to be wrong.  In Dawn’s opinion, the problem begins right here with the proliferation of the influence of special interest groups that fund both of big factions.  She says let’s be honest and adds that she knows it’s something she knows is very hard for many of them to grasp.  That crack causes Chuck Schumer to step in and inform McGill that she will ‘refrain from making further comments like that and show this committee the respect they deserve.’

Dawn McGill: With all due respect, Mr. Schumer, I’ll show you the same respect that you show the rest of us.

Later on, Dawn’s in the middle of answering a question and accuses the committee of influencing P-SPAN to take PCW off the air.  Adam Schiff pops in and tells her PCW was not appropriate programming for a serious political channel. McGill claps back and tells Schiff the things that go on here isn’t appropriate programming for a serious political channel.  She wants to know when does the Executive Committee get directly involved in programming matters on privately owned media networks?  Schiff responds that she’s not listening and that PCW was not appropriate programming for P-SPAN.

The tone heats up even more.  McGill snaps back that it’s not for them to decide because that’s the ‘people’s job.  She says it’s obvious what happened- weight was thrown around and in the end the committee got their way. Schiff tries to defend their action and pronounces the committee has every right to oversee and regulate the product- especially after what happened at the insurrection that took place last month.  McGill shoots back not to give her that crap and Schumer again admonishes her to refrain from that kind of talk.  McGill tells Schumer she will not refrain and will persist.  Schumer tries to interrupt her but McGill persists.  She says it’s bad enough that every single aspect of American life has become politicized.  Sports has been politicized.  Entertainment has been politicized.  Science- politicized.  Education-politicized.  In her opinion, to let this slide supports the status quo where big money equals power and leaves behind middle class America.  She will not refrain.  She will persist.

Schiff bangs his gavel down and calls for order.  He slams the gavel down a second time

Adam Schiff: ORDER!  Miss McGill, that’s enough! You are OUT OF ORDER!

Dawn shoots up from her chair and tells Schiff he’s out of order.  She points at Nancy Pelosi and tells her she’s out of order! Then Mitch McConnell. She says the committee is out of order and she was done wasting my time talking to you.  McGill grabs her stuff and motions to the Les Miserables inside the hall: ‘Red Solo Cup’ Ray McAvay, his wife- West Texas Adult Entertainment Legend Stacee Perry, Bert the Janitor, and a whole section of people who stand up en masse at her beckoning.

Dawn McGill: We don’t need you.  And you can all kiss my ass.

As all hell breaks loose, McGill defiantly marches out of the hearing room with the Les Miserables humming ‘Do You Hear the People Sing?’

Political Championship Wrestling PCW Arena 19th Street and Alcove Ave. Lubbock, TX

The Return McGill and Suave sit in the ring at the brand new PCW Arena built in Lubbock, Texas.  McGill thanks everyone for sticking with them and announces that thanks to the help of some people that she will not name, PCW is back and ready to go.

Suave says for the return of PCW’s Extreme Political TV there will be a Television Title match, a Tag Team Title Match, and the PCW Title match.  Who’s going to be wrestling?  Suave says you’ll just have to tune in and see.

McGill adds one last parting shot before the preview show comes to and end.

Dawn McGill: ‘Sports Entertainment Genius’ Mr. McMann and Jack Buckenberg- you can kiss my ass!”

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History behind The Spanish Princess (season 1), Prince Arthur part 3:  More than his brother's Shadow This will be the final chapter on my Arthur series, and before I start, I want to thank all the history buffs who liked and commented my previous posts. You guys are awesome. One of the main gripes that I have about how Arthur is depicted in popular media is that rather being a fully developed character, he’s presented as a foil -the complete opposite of his brother- to further enhance Henry VII’s qualities. We saw this in the BBC 1970 miniseries and we’ve also seen it countless times in historical fiction. In spite of its obvious historical inaccuracies, I will give Starz some credit because we did get to a brief glimpse of a regal looking Arthur who’s eager to make his father proud and takes his duties seriously. The novel went further showing him to be arrogant even. PG probably got this assumption based on his bawdy remarks the morning after his wedding night when he told his servants and curious friends that he was dying for a drink after spending the night in Spain. Given his education, the expectations and heavy burden placed on his shoulders, and on top of that, his age, can anyone really blame him for acting like any teen would in his position? No one at the time knew the repercussions that his remarks would bring to Catherine and her daughter with his younger brother, Henry VIII. As far as anyone was aware, Arthur, a handsome, healthy looking young man of fifteen would outlive his father by many years. By the time his old man died, he and Catherine would have a litter of royal babies, securing the Tudor Dynasty for good. The fact that he died young is what has made countless historians and fiction writers speculate on his health and assume that had he lived, he would have been a sickly king just like his father’s uncle, the last Lancastrian king, Henry VI. While Henry VII DID lobby to turn his uncle into a saint and like his predecessor, continued to capitalize on the cult that grew around him; he wasn’t ignorant about the sort of king he was. Had he been less indecisive, the scholarly and religious traits that Henry VII admired and stressed on his son’s tutors to make sure that Arthur came to embody them as well, would have made him one of the most admired kings of his age. But as it was, he was a timid, terribly insecure individual whose character flaws -among other things- is what drove his dynasty to the ground. Therefore, using the same rule book that had been created by his father-in-law, Edward IV, on the education of a crown prince, he and his mother, Margaret Beaufort, added other clauses that focused on his physical education. Arthur’s religiosity, physique and intellectual curiosity was praised by his Humanist contemporaries. In his biography on the king of England that never was, Sean Cunningham, shows the plethora of books he consumed on an almost daily basis and how as he got older, he became more interested in government, not merely learning about it through passively observing royal officials running his principality. Similarly, his wife also instructed by the best minds in her native country. Both Elizabeth of York, his mother, and grandmother, Margaret Beaufort represented two ideals of feminine virtue. Catherine’s embodiment of both of these ideals wouldn’t have gone unnoticed by the young prince who would have come to value her wisdom and appreciate her company. Arthur’s court would have seen the same ostentatious displays of pageantry and jousts of Henry VIII’s court, albeit less frequently since his instructors made a habit of reminding the young prince of the sins of his predecessors, including that of his legendary namesake whose passions had led to the destruction of Camelot. I can’t stress this enough, that just as Henry VIII was praised by his contemporaries throughout his reign, especially during the first years when he was married to Catherine; so was Arthur. He was the CROWN PRINCE after all. The heir, so it makes obvious sense that the heir and NOT the spare, was going to have a rigorous and strict upbringing to prepare him for the challenges ahead. The more we read about Arthur, the more we get a glimpse into an alternate reality, ruled by a king who would have surrounded himself with scholars, and put on ostentatious displays meant to dazzle foreigners and earn him the envy of other Christian kings. Other suggested reading: Catherine of Aragon and Lost Kings by Amy Licence, Henry VII by SB Chrimes and Margaret Beaufort by Elizabeth Norton.