#Brocker Way

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Decades after he had left it, Jack Harkness slipped through time and found himself once more back in 1941 where he encountered the REAL Captain Jack Harkness whose identity “Jack Harkness” had stolen after the real Jack Harkness’ death in World War 2. ("Captain Jack Harkness", Torchwood, TV)

[llycaons]

FINISHED FIRE. I really do love the final scene I think it's so warm with new love and also so so poignant but I think the audiobook actually ruined it by adding that violin soundtrack. why do audiobooks keep doing this

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https://ift.tt/2D5eCKm 👤 Brocker Way ▶️ Church and State 💽 Wild Wild Country (Original Score)

[beginningspod]

It's time for Beginnings, the podcast where writer and performer Andy Beckerman talks to the comedians, writers, filmmakers and musicians he admires about their earliest creative experiences and the numerous ways in which a creative life can unfold.

On today's episode I talk to filmmakers and musicians Brocker and Chapman Way. Originally from Thousand Oaks, CA, Brocker and Chapman, along with their third brother MacLain, are responsible for the wonderful documentary The Battered Bastards of Baseball, as well as the six part Emmy Award-winning documentary Wild Wild Country about the controversial Indian guru Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh and his community of followers that emigrated to a small town in Oregon.

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[sonicshocks]

Brocker Way streams An Adventure of My Life...

[willbrocker]

(Will Brocker)

[chaoticforever]

End Of The Line | Yandere Steve Rogers x Male! Reader

A/N: Got a request for a Teacher Steve x student male reader. Reader is 18 and Steve is 22.

"C'mon dude. We have to leave now, especially if the Janitor comes in here." 

You stood up from your position on the floor as Michael pulled his pants up, zipping it up as he shook his head, rubbing your slightly hard member over the thick fabric of your pants. 

"Don't worry, he won't be coming back any time soon. 20 bucks is all he needed to let us use this room," He told you as he continued to rub his hands over the outline of your member, sucking on your neck, "Just relax for me, babe. You gave me a blowjob, so I want to return the favor. Please let me blow you. I'll make you feel good and I know you want it." He whispered in your ear. 

Ugh, you hated the way he made you feel because you did want it. Very bad. 

He unbuckled your belt and your senses came rushing back to you, causing you to back away from him as he pouted.

"Unfortunately, we can't." You insisted, buckling your belt back up and grabbing your bag, watching as he did the same, "You know that Principal Fury is waiting for a chance to bust us for skipping again, so we can get kicked out of school during our senior year. He's always hated us and wants us gone." 

"But he can't kick us out! Were seniors!" 

"Despite us being seniors, he still can," You sighed and Michael pouted very cutely, "Stop pouting so cutely, okay? We can finish what we started at my house. My parents will be out until pretty late." 

Michael grinned and planted a kiss on your lips, "Okay, I'll hold you to it." 

You rolled your eyes and took a note out of your pocket, handing it to him as he took it, looking confused, "That note will excuse you for being late for class. I forged your mom's signature and don't question how I did that." You added in, seeing the questioning look he sent you. 

Michael read over the note and he was amazed how much it looked like his mom's handwriting, "I have the coolest boyfriend in the world. Were gonna forge signatures more often." 

"Uh-huh, sure. Go to class now, Mikey."

You gave him a kiss and left the janitor's closet, heading to your first period. 

You opened the door and walked inside, "I'm sorry that I'm late, Mr. Evans, but-" You paused, finally seeing that the teacher was not Mr. Evans but someone else, "You're not Mr. Evans." 

The blonde teacher shook his head, "No, I'm Mr. Rogers. You're new teacher. Who are you and why are you late for class?" 

Oh fuck. Guess you had another strict teacher. Though, you found it a little strange that his eyes seemed to look over your form, and also seemed to be outright gawking at you. 

You placed the note that had your mom's signature on the desk and walked over to your seat, giving your friend your bag as he took it gracefully. 

"Sorry, for being late, sir. I had a doctors appointment." You sat down next to Matt and totally missed the way Mr. Rogers' whole body tensed at the word sir. 

"Yeah, and I bet this appointment involved having your dick examined." George Brockers said from the other side of the room, knowing where you really were.

Everyone in this class knew that you were in the Janitors closet with Michael.

Some of the class snickered along with George. 

"Yes. That's right, George. And while I was there I ran into your gynecologist, who told me to remind you to keep your vagina clean unless you want a foot up your ass." You responded without looking at him, as laughs and giggles filled the room and George stayed silent.

"Alright class, settle down! Get back to work now!" Mr. Rogers ordered sternly, as his baby blue eyes looked at... you? 

XXXXX XXXXX

Three months have passed since Mr. Rogers became your new teacher and he was...something. That's the right word for you blonde teacher. 

Strange is a word to describe him, too. 

For starters, he had decided to place you in the front seat of the classroom, away from Matt and Harry, despite you all being seniors and he seemed to stare  at you a lot which creeped you out. 

There's also the fact that he managed to show up wherever you were. At the restaurant where you worked and would sometimes stay until closing, somehow  he got to stand near you at the carnival when you were there with Michael, and that his arm seemed to graze over your arm when he tried to help you with work. 

When you brought it up to Michael, his only response was that you were just overreacting, and you may have been overreacting a little now that you thought about it, so you decided not to think about Mr. Rogers anymore and spend time with your boyfriend. 

You two spent some time together at the park, eating ice cream as Michael kept trying to steal some of yours, before deciding to head back to your place. 

Once you entered your house, the smell of food immediately entered your nostrils and you knew that your mom was cooking some tasty food. 

"Hey mom! I'm back and something smells really good. What are you cook-" 

You stopped midway and closed your mouth at seeing Mr. Rogers sitting on the couch with your mom and dad. 

Did you forget to mention that you and Mr. Rogers were neighbors, too? 

"What are you doing here, Mr. Rogers?" 

Mom stood up from her spot on the couch, "Steve has brought up some concerns about you and we would like to talk to you alone. Michael, I'm sorry you came here, but we really need to speak with our son alone. Can you leave now?"

"He doesn't need to leave. You can say what you have to say in front of him." You stated firmly, tightening your grip on his hand as your dad shook his head, standing up as well. 

"I don't want that son of a bitch corrupting my son anymore! Get out of my house, Michael!" Your Dad shouted. 

"Whoa! Dad don't shout-" 

"Don't tell me what I can do in my house, okay?" Dad exclaimed, turning to face Michael, "Now get out of my house!" 

Michael released your hand and walked towards without saying a word as you ran after him.  

"Wait Michael!" You called out after him, but he didn't stop walking. He walked out of your house and hopped into his car, taking off down the road. You sighed and walked back inside your house to face your parents, and your teacher, "Well, he's gone. Now talk." 

"Look son, we think it's best that you stop seeing Michael immediately."

"Why would I do that?" You questioned, "And why would you even ask me to do that when you know that I love him?" 

"Sweetie, we have noticed how different you've been acting lately and we know that Michael is the reason for it," Mom spoke up next, "Mr. Rogers has informed us about you skipping class, your grades dropping to a low percentage, and that you have been making out with Michael along with drinking alcohol."

You now turned to face Rogers, "Oh, so you're telling my parents about all the things I do now, huh? Do you do this with other students, or is it just me?" 

"I'm only expressing my concerns to your parents the same way I do with my other students as well," He told you, but you didn't believe him, "And if I'm being honest with you, Michael isn't the greatest of all guys to be with."

"Hmm, well good thing I didn't ask for your honesty on my relationship!" 

"Don't raise your voice at adults, Y/N!" Dad scolded, "Now, Mr. Rogers has a point. That boy has corrupted you. Changed you completely. And I'm not going to stand by and let this continue."  

"You know, I don't get y'all. Out of all people, I thought that you both would see that Michael is a good person, and makes me a better person. He makes me happy and I thought that would be enough for you guys to like him, but looks like I was wrong. Once again." 

You walked upstairs to your room, but not before shooting Steve a glare as you retreated to your room, ignoring your parents. You flopped on your bed angrily, as you closed your eyes. 

"That damn Rogers." You muttered angrily, as your eyes remained closed and soon you drifted off to sleep. 

XXXXX XXXXX

Steve stood inside your bedroom, watching as you slept. 

He managed to come in here by telling your parents that he had to use the bathroom along with trying to see if you would be okay with being tutored, and they agreed to his request. 

God, you looked so cute when you were sleeping, but you looked even hotter when you were upset which he loved watching you being angry downstairs. 

The blonde haired male had become obsessed with you ever since he saw you on his first day of school. 

He knew that it was wrong. 

You were his student and he was your teacher. Relationships between the two were forbidden. But you were both adults. He was only 22 years old, and you were 18. Only a four year difference. You were an angel. His angel. 

Steve unbuckled his belt and slid down his jeans along with his boxers. 

He wrapped his hand around his cock, and stroked it slowly at first as images of you entered his mind. 

The blue eyed male imagined you bent over the counter as he plunged his dick into your juicy, delicious hole. Him dominating you, as you cried out his name, him stroking your cock. Or him plunging his finger into your tight hole, watching as he had you pinned under him, looking so helpless and desperate. 

All of those dirty thoughts ended up becoming filthier and filthier, causing Steve to pick up his pace. He strokes himself harder and faster, letting out a little moan. Luckily, that moan wasn't loud enough to wake you up. He guessed you were a deep sleeper. 

"Oh, Y/N..." He stroked his cock harder, thrusting becoming more rapid, heart rate increasing as his chest moved up and down. He reached his orgasm, "Mine." White come got all over your sheets and some of your body, as you face twitched slightly in response. 

Steve ran a hand through his hair,  pulling his pants and boxers up. 

He needed to leave for two reasons. 

To change his clothes, and get out of here before either you or your parents saw him in here. He left, but not before grabbing your dirty underwear in the hamper. He needed something of yours until he takes you for himself. He needs you now and he's going to have you. 

...By hook or by crook. 

XXXXX XXXXX 

You blinked your eyes open after some time and sat up with a groan. The first thought running through your mind was, 'What the fuck is on my face?' 

You lifted your hand to touch your face and some sticky, white substance was on your face. What the fuck is this? 

When you looked down at your light blue sheets, you saw how it seemed to be drenched in something. 

Did you masturbate? No, you didn't. And you didn't have a wet dream cause you would have remembered it, and there's no way that it could have got on your face. 

Deciding not to dwell on this anymore, you went to your bathroom that was connected to your room and washed your face really good since you didn't know what the hell it was. 

Upon returning to your room, you peaked out your window to see that your parents car wasn't here. Good. You took your phone off the charger and called Michael. 

"Hey N/N." 

"Hey Michael. I'm so sorry for the way my parents acted towards you today." 

"Don't worry about it, love. It's okay." 

"But it's not okay. You've been nothing, but a good boyfriend to me and you didn't deserve any of that." 

"Seriously man, it's alright. Your parents were just being overprotective of you, and I understand where they're coming from." 

You smiled on the other side of the phone. You had the best boyfriend and also the toughest boyfriend ever. 

"Well, I'm really glad you're ok after all of that. And do you wanna pick me up and hang out today, or have you had enough of the L/N family for one day?" 

"I'll come pick you up and hopefully your parents aren't home because there is something I want to do to you that your parents wouldn't appreciate." 

You grinned, "Lucky for you, they aren't here right now and probably won't be for a while. Wow Michael, maybe you really are corrupting me. You're a bad boy." 

"Oh, I'm the baddest and I plan on corrupting you to the fullest," You both laughed and the sound of his laugh was so soothing to your ears, "I'll see you later, sweetcheeks." 

"I'll see you later, tree biscuit." 

You hung up the phone and placed it on the bed. You couldn't wait for him to get here. 

Until he arrives, you decide to watch TV and put on one of those Marvel movies. To be quite honest, you found it awfully strange how Mr. Rogers and your chemistry teacher, Mr. Stark looked a lot like the actors in the movie, Chris Evans and Robert Downey Jr. Almost identical. 

Weird right? 

XXXXX XXXXX 

You paused the movie midway when you got a text message on your phone. 

Open the door. ~Michael. 

Excitement fluttered through you like a drug and you ran downstairs, opening the door. You frowned, not seeing him anywhere, but his car was parked in front of your house, his dark windows made it impossible for you to see him through it. 

You made a mental note to talk to him about that. You went over to his car and opened the door, "C'mon Michael, let's-" You paused midway, finally getting a good look at your boyfriend and you screamed. 

His body was in the front seat of the car, blood covering most of his body with a knife jammed into his side. You checked his pulse and let out a little sigh of relief that he had a pulse. A fading pulse, but a pulse nonetheless. 

He could be okay. But you didn't understand who would do this to him, but you didn't have time to dwell on that because you'd have to hurry or he would die. 

You ran back inside and upstairs to get your phone, but it was gone. What? You left it on the bed. You were sure of it. 

Music suddenly started playing throughout your house and it was a song you knew all too well. This was you and Michael's song that you both listened to when he asked you out. 

You walked down the stairs cautiously, but not before grabbing the emergency knife you kept in your closet for safety reasons. 

"Hello Y/N," Steve's voice came from behind you, causing you to turn around. He stood there with flowers in his hand as he sent you a dashing smile, "I got you your favorite flowers and I know that this is your favorite song." 

"What are you doing in my house?!" You screamed, holding the knife in front of you defensively when you saw him take a step forward. 

"I'm here for you. I'm here to show you how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Despite being my student, I know that you are the one for me. We are meant to be together. I know it. Will you go out with me?" He asked, taking another step forward. 

You shook your head and watched as his face morphed into anger real quick,  "No, you sick fuck!" 

You stabbed him in the thigh as he winced in pain. You ran to the door, but was yanked back into his chest with one hand as he dropped the flowers on the floor with his other hand and used it to take the knife out of his thigh, wincing. 

He turned you around to face him and gripped your arms possessively. 

"You are so damn lucky that I love you. Even when you stabbed me, I can't hate you. I love you too much. I killed Michael for us to be together and I'm not letting you leave me," He kissed you forcibly, sucking on your earlobe, "Can't wait to breed you. You're going to be a good boy for me and let me breed you like the good bitch you are. To suck on your cock will be a dream come true for me and I won't have to imagine myself with your dirty underwear I stolen from your room or the cameras I had installed here." 

Of course, it wouldn't actually work because you were two guys and couldn't have a child, but what made it hotter was the fact that you couldn't. 

He loved the feeling of having complete control over you right now. It brought him great joy since you now knew who was in charge here. 

"You're mine, Y/N. You're mine as much as I'm yours and as you know, I'll kill anyone who dares to take you away from me. It's gonna be me and you until the end of the line." 

XXXXX XXXXX

[annikasafternoonread]

I really admire how Kristen Cashore introduces us to characters. She shows us so much of who they are, what they stand for, how they fit into dynamics, and it’s very show-not-tell. Brigan is hard and distrustful but also fearful and honourable. Nash is soft, both in weakness and in kindness. Brocker is intelligent and respectful and caring. Roen is clever and sweet and wise. Archer is protective in good ways and in bad. 

And Fire... Fire is infinitely complex. She doesn’t trust people, but she also doesn’t fear them, even when they are a threat. She knows that people don’t like her, and she doesn’t blame them, she blames herself. She is incredibly powerful, and yet is still under the hand of so many people around her. For now.

[elliepassmore]

Fire Review

5/5 stars Recommended for people who like: fantasy, mind powers, court intrigue, companion novels, stand-alones, female leads TW mentions of rape I can't believe I haven't written a review for this yet. I've reread this book enough time the spine is wearing down (though still not nearly enough to make it fall apart like my first copy of Code Name Verity), and somehow never got to reviewing it. This is a companion to the Seven Kingdoms books, but you don't need to have read those to understand this one (and vice versa), since it's in a different part of the world and the characters only overlap a little. In this one, the story is set in the Dells, a kingdom that's been in a tumultuous state for the thirty years prior to the book's opening and which is on the brink of war. I enjoyed learning more about this world and the varying webs of politics that its embroiled in. There are so many moving pieces and so many unknowns that the intrigue feels real. There's also enough complications that the book gets into some of those grey moral areas I like to see in characters, albeit this isn't a main focus and only comes up occasionally. The characters are also set up for intrigue, with Fire as the main character, with Archer and Nash, the king, 'side main' characters. Additionally, there are several other side characters who play somewhat less of a role but are nevertheless still important. The relationships each of these characters has is similar to the politics of the Dells: they bump against one another and sharpen their edges before smoothing them down again. For the purposes of brevity, I'm only going over characters I think experience character development: Fire, Archer, and Nash. Fire is what is known as a 'monster' in the Dells--someone who can read and control others' minds and is preternaturally beautiful. She lives decently far from the center of politics, though her pseudo-adoptive father, Brocker, is the ex-military commander and so she remains in the loop. Fire is musical and caring and so desperately afraid of becoming like Cansrel, her father, the monster 'advisor' to the last king who helped run the king and the country into lawless ruin. Her father also had a knack for wielding his mind control in cruel ways. It's fascinating to read Fire's character growth from the beginning of the story to the end and how she not only grows more politically aware, but also how she develops into herself and becomes more comfortable with the things she's done in the past. Archer is Fire's best-friend/lover and grew up at the next land holding over (his adoptive father actually is Brocker). He and Fire have been friends since childhood and he knows and protects her secrets and is more than willing to go to the mat to defend her. Unfortunately for him, and sometimes for Fire, Archer has a bit of a jealous streak that can make him moody. I like Archer, but he doesn't make it easy to like him. His jealousy makes it difficult to appreciate that he is a good person, but he's a good person who holds too tightly to someone out of fear, despite his own wandering eyes (and bed). He does genuinely care about Fire, but I agree with something Fire says in the book, which is that Archer was never fully immune to the mental/emotional effects of Fire's powers. Nash is the king of the Dells and is similar to Archer in some ways. He's also in love with Fire and acts like an ass because of it. However, it's recognized from his introduction that Fire's monster powers are working on Nash and thus he's able to seek Fire out for training to strengthen his mind and the two develop a close friendship. Something I particularly like about Nash, once his early bad behavior is out of the way, is that he genuinely tries to control himself and his mind and that he places the blame for his actions and slip-ups wholly on himself. Over the course of the book, we see Nash go from a king who's a bit loose to someone more mature and in control. Suffice to say, Nash has the development that Archer doesn't and the two act fantastically as mirrors to one another. This is definitely one of my favorite books that I can keep coming back to. So far it's held up pretty well across the years as I've read and reread it without the plot/characters becoming immature. I will say, though, (and I can't believe I am because it's almost never my belief), but this has some themes in it that are too mature for readers younger than, say, 13. I first read it when I was in 5th or 6th grade, before I even had a Goodreads account, and I DNF'd it because it was just too much for me at that age, but I think it's fine for 13+, just heed the TW at the top of this review.

[brokehorrorfan]

Doom: Annihilation will be released on Blu-ray, DVD, and Digital on October 1 via Universal 1440 Entertainment. It’s the second film based on id Software's Doom video game franchise, following 2005’s Doom.

The action-horror film is written and directed by Tony Giglio (Chaos, Death Race 2). Amy Manson, Dominic Mafham, Luke Allen-Gale, Louis Mandylor, Clayton Adams, James Weber Brown, Jemma Moore, Gavin Brocker, Nina Bergman, Arkie Reece, and Cassidy Little star.

No special features are listed. Check out the trailer and synopsis below.

Based on the popular original video game, Doom: Annihilation is an explosive, terrifying thrill ride. On the darkest moon of Mars, scientists have found an ancient portal which allows teleportation throughout the universe. Considered to be mankind's greatest discovery, it's actually a gateway from hell, unleashing a swarm of demons looking to steal the souls of everyone who gets in their way. It's up to Lieutenant Joan Dark and an elite unit of Marines to destroy an ever-growing horde of bloodsucking and soul-stealing beasts and prevent them from taking over planet earth.

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https://ift.tt/2O2bvbh 👤 Brocker Way ▶️ Be Grateful for This Beautiful Home 💽 Wild Wild Country (Original Score)

[godlyakechi]

here's the "bum" obama, put him in my priests sweater, tell the man who warms his buns that he could do a little better, told the big head in charge to watch out for Barack, because if you dare to sneeze, the brocker bommas on his way. you've been blessed. raise your holy hand high for for the national anthem, pray to the president you can sing like a master, know your way around a flag pole, know your country's design. we only like it one way, damn boy, who so silent like a mime? ditch the stripes of black and white, we're red blue and GOLD, baby! we're shining glitters stars thanks to president knowing about mars! mr president is smart, Mr president knows bars, but just wait till he consumes all the snicker licker charm. you know that bald headed, slim beddin', police loving freak; got the flag supporting, pluto sniffing, fishy big boy reek; kiss that gold grubbing, cute saying, direct tv geek! It's Obama kids, and we've got xbox '60!

[youhearthat]

With Thanksgiving just around the corner, I'd like to share a link to an article I wrote about a place I'm truly thankful for: Small Friend Records & Books. I had an opportunity to interview the shop's owners a little while back, and it was such a pleasure learning about how they got started, how they envision their store's role in the Shockoe Bottom community, and how they see that space evolving in the future. They have such clear and admirable passion -- not just for music, books, and zines, but also for the ideas represented in and by the items they stock.

Here's how I started the piece:

When you walk into a house and scan the walls and shelves for the first time, you learn a lot about the people who live there. In that sense, Small Friend Records & Books, which opened its doors on 17th Street in April, feels as much like a home as a place you’d go to buy albums or novels.

I've written about this before, but one reason I care so deeply about -- and am so thankful for -- the record stores here in Richmond is the way they represent the importance of a sense of place in our lives. Places connect us to other people. They keep us engaged with those people, even when we don't agree with them. And places connect us to our past, helping us better understand our present and future. Without a sense of place, we are diminished.

Small Friend is a wonderful place, and I hope you'll take a few minutes to check out the interview. More importantly, head downtown to check out Small Friend for yourself. I've been there a number of times, and of the albums I've snagged there, I think I'm most in love with my copy of the Wild Wild Country original score, which was composed by Brocker Way -- brother of the pair of brothers who made the Netflix docuseries. (There are three brothers total. Well, three brothers involved in the series. I guess they could have other brothers... I'm gonna stop. You get the idea.)

In many ways, the show is itself a meditation on the idea of place -- on what it takes to build an organic community, and how quickly a place can grow without losing its sense of self. Here's a favorite track of mine from the score -- the elegiac "Church and State."

[willbrocker]

(Will Brocker) “For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men,  teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly in the present age,” (Titus 2:11-12)

[thecraggus]

Wild Wild Country (2018) Series Review

AssHat says Wild Wild Country is cult viewing! #Review

The Netflix production line of comprehensive documentaries on fascinating stories continues with this six-part study of Rajneeshpuram and its expansion from an obscure Indian following to a world-wide “cult”.

What the Duplass Brothers (“Togetherness”, “Animals”, “Safety Not Guaranteed”) have produced is an encyclopaedic study of the ‘religion’ and its origins, its polarising leader Bhagwan Shree…