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sadkidwithocs · 4 months

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I just called to say I love you

I just called to say how much I care

I just called to say I love you

And I mean it from the bottom of my heart 💕🌸💐🌷🌻

Big Fanart of Faren, my 2019oc and his wrestling friend, Adrian Adonis🌸💐I drew maybe 1 month ago but take long time for writing their stories in English😂😂

Ok I post about Faren’s information already. And this post I’ll mention about one of his wrestling friends, Start with no.1 Adrian Adonis, a good friend/ big brother whose known him since they both was brown hair YoungLion..before go to WWF

*these pics below are low quality, high quality pics are following in Faren’s story end credit*

[Faren’s part]

My lovely brothers, Keith Adonis Franke a.k.a Adrian Adonis. He’s one of Raymond and my close friends since before we go to WWF, but reason why I still close with him because we are all obsessed with “Biker lifestyle”/ very long-winded, never stop talking😎 (different from Raymond whose more polite and taciturn / we love dressing as biker but Adonis’ style is better than me lol he spend so much money for this!

Adonis is older than me 7 years, chubby but good-looking/ nice hairstyle/ sassy man and big-mouth…and seems he doesn’t care about his weight that much. In the past we often go everywhere by our big bike/ ride in the same car, but when we both are in WWF we have different role, Adonis is heel but I’m babyface, have different locker room/ everybody has his own friends whose have the same role& same personalities and similar in age.. now we shouldn’t acting like close friend when go outside.

Adonis is funny person/ tough and good worker for someone…and sometimes he’s sassy man and like to act cocky for someone too, and one of these people are Lanny Poffo, one of my the first friends in WWF and Danny Spivey, one of dumbass Mike’s close friend.

I don’t know it can calls “luckily” or not that I’m one of persons whose don’t have any problem with him.. maybe just because we don’t have match to fight together eventhough we have similar style (or gimmick) that about biker. We never have any problem about comparing who is better or who should be owner of biker gimmick, we have many difference in their own way.

The fact that we have different role, we must act in different personality traits sometimes, and because we’re famous wrestlers to some extent , when we go outside we often see some fangirls excited to us and stop to say hi😅

Babyface like me must wave and say hi back to her even though that time I’m in a bad mood/ tired/ hungry or bored😐

But for Adonis when he notices some fangirl say hi,

He just act cold and said “get back in da house! ” . that’s why sometimes I jealous to some heel wrestlers that can be honest with their feelings🫤but at the same time Vince and Pat Patterson doesn’t allow me to have heel role too!

Look at this👇🏻. It’s funny that we both dye our hair to blonde following some “backstage person” ‘s advice (Vince? Pat Patterson? or some bookers? I’m not sure who the hell is owner of these idea)

(Umm🫤idk I can call it’s just “advice” or not !?… I think I should use this word instead, “wanting” 🤔 I mean.. if some wrestlers don’t abide by the plans of boss’ idea , We can‘t know about our fate (wrestling role) in the future. They make you shine but they can ruined you also. Me/ Adonis and Dino Bravo are one of the people who agreed to dye our hair to blonde following their advise inevitably

Adonis must dye his hair bc he has gay gimmick of flower shop. Man.. he gain so much weight! Nobody can stop him! Ok I know that this guy is reckless, my I just can’t believe he can be reckless in this way too! 💀

I must dye my hair bc some backstage guy told me to “being more American”. Everyone knew I was the son of famous Hawaiian wrestlers “Ailani Kamealoha”, I have brown hair like my dad , but someone tried to change my identity, make wrestling fans forget everything whose son I am and where did I come from. Now I have become an American biker from Texas USA not Honolulu..I only talk about the biker lifestyle, dressing fashionably, Do not mention anything related to Hawaii or mention to my father who was a Hawaiian warrior.

Moreover, sometimes I have to act flirty, even though in fact I’m like my dad…clumsy and not good at flirting at all , I am not allowed to say that I have 3 children too🤥(yeah I’m jealous a little bit when my senior, Tito bring his 3sons and wife to WWF show)

Ok, back to Adonis. I want to share one of He has ever buy Pepsi for me during we are fixing a big bike(he often go out and back with some snacks).. but that time I keep that Pepsi can in my bag before bring it to hometown in Texas together and forget it in my house, and I wasn’t go back to my house for a few year after that. And not many months later, Adonis left WWF and goes to AWA and I’ve never saw him again.

Believe or not.. until this day in 2024 I still keep that can in my shelf that full of 80-90s stuffs. Seiji, my son doesn’t know anything often ask me to throw it in garbage because it’s expire food but I stop him😑

ok I accept the truth that I have some “old man habits” whose like to collect little nonsense things not only about biker stuffs. But I can’t help it! 🤷🏻this is the last stuff that my close friend gave it to me.

Stories between me and Adonis are just a short part of my whole career story, he passed away from car accident in 1988. Eventough we’re not close that much after we’re in WWF because we have their own friends/ own roles but I can’t refuse that Adonis is good brother for me and my fond memories include Adrian as one of them. He’s gone too fast, that’s the reason why I feel like…I still have unresolved issues and still not used to accept that he’s gone to somewhere. I still imagine if we both are 60 years old men, have white hair, sit together, drink some beer and share crazy journey of our wrestling career. I love you my brother, tell wrestling friends up there I said hi

#Faren’s story #damn why I’m so sad🫠#art #original character #idk I should use hashtag or not #wrestling fic

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milobooker · 1 year

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&. AN INTRODUCTION TO :

— MILO BOOKER.

'but i live, don't i? i live.'

BIO.

INTRODUCTION

BIRTH NAME: MILO BOOKER

CHOSEN NAME: MILO

NICKNAME(S): MI, BOOKER ( OR SO HE HOPES WILL SOON CATCH ON )

TITLES: N/A

AGE: 30

DATE OF BIRTH: 25/11

STAR SIGN: SAGITTARIUS

GENDER: CIS MALE

PREFFERED PRONOUNS: HE/HIM

SEXUALITY: HE ISN'T FOND OF LABELS, BUT WOULD SAY BISEXUAL IF HE HAS TO

HOMETOWN: MANHATTAN, NEW YORK

LANGUAGES SPOKEN: ENGLISH, BASIC SPANISH

RESIDENCE IN FAIRFORD: DOWNTOWN IN A CHEAP STUDIO APARTMENT

OCCUPATION: SERVER AT THE 'SUNRISE DINER', MOONLIGHTS AT 'CLUB OPAL'

APPEARANCE

FACECLAIM: BRENTON THWAITES

GENERAL APPEARANCE: RUGGED AND A MESS, USUALLY DOESN'T BOTHER STYLING HIS HAIR AND THROWS ON ANY OLD DARK T-SHIRT AND BLACK JEANS. ROCKS AROUND IN BIKER BOOTS, THE FRONT SCUFFED FROM THE WAY HE DRAGS HIS FEET. HE'S VERY CASUAL UNTIL GIVEN A SPECIAL OCCASSION TO DRESS UP FOR, WHERE HE TENDS TO GO ALL OUT

HAIRSTYLE/COLOUR(S): DARK BROWN, MESSY AND WAVY. PERMANENT BEDHEAD

EYE COLOUR: WARM BROWN

HEIGHT: 5'6" BUT WILL INSIST HE'S AT LEAST 5'8"

BODYSHAPE/BUILD: SLIM ATHLETIC

IDENTIFYING MARKS: HAS FRECKLES ACROSS HIS NOSE, A SCAR THAT CUTS DOWNWARDS ON HIS LEFT EYEBROW

DEEPER DIVE

ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC GOOD

POSITIVE TRAITS: HUMOUROUS, ACCEPTING, COURAGEOUS, CURIOUS, BRAVE, LOYAL, STEADFAST, COMMITTED, CHEERFUL, SUPPORTIVE, PROTECTIVE, CARING

NEGATIVE TRAITS: STUBBORN, FORGETFUL, EASILY DISINTERESTED, IMPULSIVE, INDECISIVE, JUMPY

LIKES: MOTORCYCLES, FOOD, RUNNING, HIS CAT MEOWCOLM, STAYING UP LATE, CAMPFIRES, WINNING, BURGERS AND MILKSHAKES, BEING OUTSIDE, BEING RIGHT, FRUITY SHAMPOOS, FLUFFY SOCKS, ROCK CONCERTS, PLAYING THE GUITAR EVEN IF HE'S BAD AT IT, OLD ROCK MUSIC, HIS PICK UP TRUCK

DISLIKES: SOUR FOOD, BEING COLD, SPIDERS, WET SOCKS, COUNTRY MUSIC, EGOTISTICAL PEOPLE, BULLIES, SEEING ABANDONED PETS, BEING INCONSIDERATE, HOW MANY TIMES IT TAKES HIM TO PUT THE USB IN THE PORT RIGHT, WHEN MEOWCOLM HAS TUNA BREATH

SKILLS AND STRENGTHS: CAN LEAD IF HE HAS TO AND ONLY IF HE HAS TO, CAN BE CALM IN EMERGENCIES, KNOWS HOW TO JIMMY A SIMPLE LOCK HERE AND THERE, PRETTY GOOD WITH ANYTHING TO DO WITH MECHANICS, A DECENT COOK

WEAKNESSES: CAN BE HORRIFICALLY FORGETFUL, DEALS WITH CHRONIC FATIGUE AND JOINT PAIN, IS CLAUSTRAPHOBIC, CAN'T SWIM

FEARS: BEING LEFT ALONE AGAIN WITH NOTHING TO HIS NAME, BEING UNABLE TO BE WHAT PEOPLE NEED HIM TO BE, BEING TOO MUCH OR NOT ENOUGH

DISABILITIES/ILLNESSES: HAS ADHD, HAS DYSLEXIA/DYSCALCULIA, DEALS WITH CHRONIC FATIGUE AND JOINT PAIN, IS COLOUR BLIND ( PROTANOPIA )

ALLERGIES: N/A

ADDICTIONS: N/A

SMELLS LIKE: SANDALWOOD AND SPICE, USUALLY EARTHY TONES. CAN SMELL A LOT LIKE THE DINER AFTERWORK OR CIGARETTE SMOKE IF HE'S BEEN SOCIALLY SMOKING

PRIZED POSSESSION(S): HIS PICK UP TRUCK, THE LEATHER JACKET HE INHERITED FROM HIS DAD

PET(S): MR MEOWCOLM, AN ELDERLY GINGER CAT

VOICE CLAIM FOR SINGING: N/A, MILO DOESN'T HOLD A TUNE VERY WELL

FAVOURITES

MUSIC: OLD ROCK/METAL/PUNK, SOME INDIE

FILMS: ACTION AND ROMCOMS. FAVOURITE MOVIE IS 'TANGLED'

COLOUR: DARK BLUES AND GREYS

FOOD: A BURGER WITH A SIDE OF CHEESY FRIES AND A CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE

SMELLS: EARTHY SMELLS LIKE CAMPFIRES AND THE SCENT AFTER A THUNDERSTORM. IS ALSO FOND OF CITRUS SCENTS

FAMILY AND RELATIONS

FAMILY:

FATHER ( DECEASED. DIED OF BOWEL CANCER )

MOTHER ( NO CONTACT. HAS NOT SEEN HER SINCE HE WAS A YEAR OLD. STATUS AND WHEREABOUTS ARE UNKNOWN )

YOUNGER HALF BROTHER ( EXISTENCE IS UNKNOWN TO MILO )

YOUNGER HALF SISTER ( EXISTENCE IS UKNOWN TO MILO )

AUNT ON HIS FATHER'S SIDE ( ALIVE, AND LIVING IN OREGON. NO CONTACT )

GENERAL BACKSTORY ( CW: PARENTAL LOSS, USING SEX IN EXCHANGE FOR THINGS, PASSIVE SUICIDAL THOUGHTS )

BORN IN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK. AN UNPLANNED BABY TO A WOMAN WHO WASN'T READY TO BE A MOTHER

NEVER GOT TO KNOW HER, AS SHE LEFT WHEN HE WAS ONLY A YEAR OLD. HAS HAD NO CONTACT WITH HER SINCE, AND QUITE FRANKILY, NO DESIRE TO DO SO

DID WELL IN SCHOOL DESPITE HIS STRUGGLES WITH BEING DIAGNOSED WITH ADHD AND HIS DYSLEXIA/DYSCALCULIA AND BEHAVIORAL PROBLEMS

WAS BULLIED THROUGHOUT SCHOOL FOR HIS HEIGHT AND SIZE, BUT EVENTUALLY FOUND HIS FOOTING AND MADE A FEW FRIENDS IN HIGH SCHOOL

HAD ORIGINALLY PLANNED TO GO TO COLLEGE AND UNIVERSITY WITH A DESIRE TO PERSUE A PHD, BUT NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO DECIDE WHAT HE WANTED TO STUDY WHEN HE BECAME DISTRACTED FROM THE GOAL AFTER HIS FATHER BECAME SICK AND DIAGNOSED WITH CANCER

DROPPED OUT OF HIGH SCHOOL RIGHT BEFORE HE FINISHED TO BECOME A FULL TIME CARER TO HIS FATHER WHO DETEROIRATED QUICKER THAN EXPECTED

MANAGED TO WORK TWO JOBS TO SUPPORT HIMSELF AND HIS FATHER AROUND CARING WITH THE HELP OF HIS NEIGHBOURS IN MANHATTEN AND HIS AUNT

HIS FATHER DIED JUST AFTER MILO TURNED 26, JUST BEFORE CHRISTMAS, LEAVING MILO TO SPIRAL ENDLESSLY ALONE

MILO SPENT THE REST OF HIS TWENTIES ISOLATING HIMSELF AND CUTTING OFF THOSE WHO'D SUPPORTED HIM THROUGHOUT HIS FATHER'S ILLNESS

HAD A FIGHT AND FALLING OUT WITH HIS AUNT WHO FELT THAT SHE DESERVED ANYTHING AND ALL HIS FATHER LEFT BEHIND AS PAYMENT FOR ALL THE CARE AND SUPPORT SHE'D GIVEN OVER THE YEARS. MILO EVENTUALLY AGREED TO THIS, AS THE GRIEF AND DEPRESSION SURROUNDING LOSING HIS FATHER HAD MADE HIM FEEL AS THOUGH HE WOULDN'T BE AROUND MUCH LONGER TO HAVE ANY USE FOR IT

LOST BOTH OF HIS JOBS, WHICH ULTIMIATELY LEAD HIM TO BEING IN DEBT AND UNABLE TO PAY HIS RENT

LOST THE HOUSE SHORTLY AFTER, AND ENDED UP LIVING OUT OF HIS TRUCK FOR SEVERAL MONTHS

DURING WHICH MILO EXCHANGED SEXUAL FAVOURS WITH PEOPLE HE'D BECOME AQUAINTANCES WITH FOR MEALS, OR MONEY TO GET BY

HE FOUND MEOWCOLM ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD, STARVING AND UNWELL JUST LIKE HIMSELF, AND DECIDED TO TAKE HIM IN

DID ONE OFF JOBS AND SLEPT AROUND TO MAKE ENOUGH MONEY TO GET MEOWCOLM THE HELP HE NEEDED, AND MEOWCOLM HAS BEEN BY HIS SIDE EVER SINCE

DECIDED SHORTLY AFTER TURNING THIRTY THAT HE DIDN'T WANT TO LIVE LIKE THIS ANY MORE, AND SO SAVED UP SOME MONEY THAT WOULD GET HIM AS FAR AWAY FROM MANHATTEN AS POSSIBLE

IT TOOK SEVERAL MONTHS, BUT MILO EVENTUALLY ENDED UP IN FAIRFORD, WHERE HE'S REMAINED SINCE

HEADCANONS

AS OF MAY 25TH 2023, MILO HAD BEEN LIVING IN FAIRFORD FOR A MONTH

MEOWCOLM IS MILO'S EVERYTHING. HE'S THE REASON MILO WORKS SO HARD AND PUSHES TO GET THE PAIR OF THEM BETTER IN LIFE. MOST OF MILO'S MONEY GOES ON FOOD OR ANYTHING MEOWCOLM MIGHT NEED, OR SIMPLY SOMETHING TO SPOIL HIM WITH. HE'S ABOUT 14 YEARS OLD, AND MILO TREATS HIM LIKE A GRUMPY OLD MAN WHOM HE ADORES WITH HIS WHOLE HEART

MILO LOVES A GOOD FIGHT, A THING HE LEARNED ABOUT HIMSELF SHORTLY AFTER HIS FATHER DIED. IT'S AN OUTLET, AN EXCUSE TO FEEL SOMETHING AND GIVE WAY TO ANY FEELINGS HE'D BEEN BOTTLING. HE HARDLY EVER WINS, BUT HE TAKES THE PUNCHES GRATEFULLY

IS A JUMPY GUY DESPITE BEING BRAVE. EASILY SPOOKED, EASILY SURPRISED. ABSOLUTELY HATES HALLOWEEN WITH A PASSION BECAUSE OF THIS. ANYTHING TO DO WITH HORROR, HE DOESN'T WANT TO KNOW

HAS A BLACKHOLE FOR A STOMACH AND WOULD HAPPILY EAT HIMSELF TO FALLING INTO A COMA IF GIVEN THE CHANCE. A MASSIVE SNACKER, FOOD IS THE WAY TO HIS HEART

HAS AMBITIONS, BUT HAS NO IDEA WHERE TO BEGIN. DOESN'T THINK IT'S WORTH CHASING THEM BECAUSE HE ISN'T SURE HE'S GOING TO MAKE IT FAR ENOUGH TO TRY

LOVES TO HAVE FUN AND GET THE ADRENALINE GOING

ISN'T ENTIRELY UPSET ABOUT THE FACT HE'S COLOURBLIND, FAR TOO USED TO IT NOW TO CARE. HE MANAGES WELL ENOUGH

MILO DOESN'T NECESSARILY HAVE AN AVERSION TO SEX NOW. HE STILL ENJOYS IT. BUT HE ISN'T ONE TO JUMP INTO BED WITH ANYONE ANY MORE. HE WANTS CONNECTION AND TO FEEL SAFE, AND NOT LIKE HE'S BEING USED

ONLY HAS HIS MATTRESS, HIS SUITCASE WITH SOME CLOTHES AND A FEW ITEMS, AND MEOWCOLM IN HIS APARTMENT. AS OF RIGHT NOW, NOBODY IN FAIRFORD KNOWS THIS, OR KNOWS THAT MILO IS JUST ABOUT SCRAPING BY. HE'S ASHAMED BY THIS FACT AND WOULD RATHER DEAL WITH IN SECRET THAN RELY ON ANYONE AGAIN AFTER THE WAY HIS AUNT TREATED HIM WHEN HIS DAD DIED

HAS NOT YET TOLD ANYBODY THAT HIS DAD IS DEAD, AND SPEAKS OF HIM AS THOUGH HE'S STILL ALIVE, AS MILO HASN'T TAKEN THE TIME TO PROPER GRIEVE YET AND MOVE ON

MILO'S RELATIONSHIP WITH HIS FATHER HAD BEEN A ROCKY ONE. OFTEN BLAMED FOR HIS MOTHER'S LEAVING, OR THE OBJECT OF HIS FATHER'S ANGER ABOUT HIS ILLNESS, THEY WEREN'T THE BEST OF FRIENDS. MILO STILL LOVED HIM, THOUGH. STILL ADORED HIM WITH EVERYTHING HE HAD LEFT

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

AIDEN STEVENS / his downstairs neighbour at their apartment complex downtown. absolutely makes noise on purpose when he's bored just to annoy him. sees aiden as a good friend, and a chance to sit in quiet company when he needs it. if aiden is willing, that is

ASHA DEAN / thinks she's the most fierce woman in all of fairford. respects her greatly and considers himself lucky to call her a friend

BLAKE CARTER / mom friend. the object of his idiocy. thinks the world of her and appreciates how she shows up when he needs someone

GREYSON TYRELL / boss at club opal, milo's second job

PHOEBE BAKER / the other half to their dynamic duo. thinks she's good fun and a great friend and would defend her honor without question. coworker at the sunrise diner

THADDEUS CARTER / new friend, new person to bother and send memes to when he has a chance

YUN MINHO / gym buddy and someone milo likes to banter with

VITORIA ACOSTA / the robin to his batman... or is it the other way around? it didn't take long for milo to decide she's his people now. she makes life all the brighter and he adores her endlessly

WANTED CONNECTIONS

N/A - milo is pretty new to fairford, therefore i'm just looking for connections to establish on their own through interaction and plotting

NOTES

milo is NOT available for plots that involve pregnancy or pregnancy scares. it's not something i'm comfortable with, sorry!

i don't push for romantic connections or ships. i prefer to let things happen naturally within threads and not rush anything. it just feels better like that to me personally

LINKS/TAGS/PAGES

TBA

#( about. )#about milo #bio #pinned post #fairfordintro

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kylesbikeadventure · 2 years

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Day 3 - Crescent Lake to Bogachiel State Park

Beautiful morning at Crescent Lake. So far have had great weather, especially considering the time of year. The sun sets fairly early, dark by about 7:30pm, which means early nights in the tent. That will only get worse, but it's not too bad. Gives a chance for lots of sleep.

Bit of a climb from the lake along highway 101 until an opportunity to branch off onto the Olympic Discovery trail again. Road a terrific section for maybe 5kms or so until signage pointed left to a shared road for 1.7miles or right to the highway. The trail isn't complete, and I didn't know if the trail continues to be paved or was the 'adventure' trail that is single track for mountain bikers. So I went back to the highway.

A decent tailwind and flat/downhill road made for quick riding. Got into Forks by about noon where I looked at either going to Mora campsite near the coast, or continue onwards to Bogachiel or further. Weather forecast looked great, and tides would be lower while I was there to see some stuff along the beach, so Mora it was. Made sure to check online to be sure they still had open campsites. Aaaand all reserved. Lots of last minute bookers I guess. So that made my decision easier. Onwards along 101. Saved me about 20kms backtracking from the coast to Forks again tomorrow morning. The beach would have been nice to see, but I should get lots of that on the way. And hey, I was just in Tofino with my parents two weeks ago. I get the idea.

The next question was Bogachiel or further to Hoh Ox Bow. It was so early that I didn't necessarily want to just go to Bogachiel, and haven't done many kms today, but warm showers at Bogachiel were the selling point. And I would have time to wash a few pieces of clothing and have them dry out. So I bummed around Forks for a couple hours and grabbed lunch. Met another cyclist headed to San Diego - John (or Josh? 😬) from the Okanagan. He seems to put together big days on the bike, so I would be surprised if I ran into him again. on the way out of Forks I met up with Dominick. He headed to Hoh Ox Bow. I imagine I'll run into him again at some point. So day 3 in the books.

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skzchan · 6 years

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Chapter 11: Epilogue

Chapter Eleven Soundtrack: I Like Me Better - Lauv

Word Count: 434

Pairing/Ship: Changlix - Lee Felix and Seo Changbin

Genre: Fluff, Angst, AU

Warnings: Some Harsh Language

Felix straightened the tie around his boyfriend’s neck. It had been three years since him and Changbin started dating and they were now both graduated from high school and working. Changbin had been working at an auto shop to provide from him and Felix since he graduated and bought an apartment for him and Felix to live in together. Felix was working as a receptionist at an entertainment company called Prince Entertainment Records.

“Binnie, why didn’t you just tell me you wanted to audition at Prince when I first got the job there? Hell, why didn’t you tell me you rapped?” Felix tightened the tie. Changbin shrugged.

“I don’t know it just didn’t come up.” Changbin looked down at the outfit he was sporting. A tie, dress shirt, hoodie, leather jacket, and black skinny jeans adorned his thin, but toned figure.

“Didn’t come up!” Felix threw his arms up in frustration, “It didn’t even occur to you that you could’ve mentioned it when I dedicated and sang a whole damn song to you at my graduation?!” Changbin could tell Felix was unimpressed. He slid his hand around his boyfriend’s small waist.

“Would it make you feel better if I dedicated a whole album to you if I pass the auditions and get into Prince?” Changbin offered. He had planned to dedicate an album to Felix anyway, but at this point, he figured there was no point in keeping secret anymore. Since Felix had found out about Changbin auditioning, he was all over Changbin about his music and why he hadn’t told him about it earlier.

“Lix, baby. I’m sorry I kept my music from you. I wanted to surprise by dedicating my first album to you on my debut if I made it. And if I didn’t I didn’t want to disappoint you.” Changbin sighed back hugging Felix. He pulled Felix closer to his body and Felix’s hands met Changbin��s at his waist. Felix sighed, turning himself around to face Changbin, while still in his embrace. He put his arms around Changbin’s neck, pulling their faces closer together.

“Binnie, baby. You could never disappoint me.” Felix kissed his boyfriend, then rubbed their noses together.

“Gosh, fuck, I love you so much, Lix.” Changbin kissed Felix again and the younger boy chuckled.

“Gosh, fuck, I love you so much too, Binnie,” Felix replied, mocking Changbin, but meaning it honestly.

“Now, show the world how fucking amazing you are! Go get ‘em, babe!” Felix said sending Changbin off with a slap to the ass. And Changbin walked out the door to take over the rapping industry.

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winfall · 3 years

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Episode 1: Welcome to Suplex City (Volume 6)

(photo of chair by Mariakray on Pixabay)

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ACT THREE

INT. RAW TALK - KURT'S OFFICE – SOME TIME LATER

Charly drops a file on Kurt's desk.

CHARLY: They call themselves The Revival.

Kurt looks through the file.

CHARLY (CONT'D): A gang of advocates who support good old-fashioned fist fights. “No firearms. Just fists.”

KURT: Okay...

CHARLY: How is it possible that they've gotten away with two robberies technically unarmed? Because not enough people are seeking out the truth even when it's right in front of them.

Kurt closes the file and puts it aside.

KURT: Look, Charly, I admire what you're doing, but save yourself the trouble. Those guys are probably halfway into Canada by now, and the last thing the public needs is more news about crimes that will never be solved. That's why I want you at the Universal Crown tonight. At least it'll take the city's mind off of worrying about being the next victim.

His phone rings.

KURT (CONT'D): Can you shut the door on your way out? Thanks.

Outraged, Charly leaves the room.

(photo by Sergey Isakhanyan on Unsplash)

INT. BULLET CLUB – LATER

JBL and Booker T walk into the bar surrounded by bikers. Drinking. Shooting Pool. Throwing darts at Shane McMahon's photo. Having a good time.

Laughter comes from the back where a group of guys are playing cards. JBL has spotted his target.

AJ STYLES gathers in his big pot.

AJ: I am phenomenal, if I do say so myself.

KARL ANDERSON clears his throat on sight of JBL and Booker T coming their way. He and LUKE GALLOWS stand guard.

AJ (CONT'D): At ease, boys. (to JBL and Booker) To what do we owe the pleasure this time?

JBL: We have reason to believe you can help us find a couple of suspects.

He takes out his phone and shows them a close-up of Dawson's glove.

JBL (CONT'D): See anything familiar?

AJ looks at the photo. Now he's offended.

AJ: I can assure you, those are not my guys. Quite frankly, you're looking at them. And I don't think they appreciate your accusations. You know, we're getting sick and tired of you breathing down our backs.

BOOKER T: We're just doing our job.

AJ stands causing Anderson and Gallows to back him up.

AJ: Does your job include harassment? Or maybe you're having trouble hearing me. I said they're not one of us. Why are you still here?

JBL: One more question. Where were you at 9 AM this morning?

AJ snarls like an angry pitbull.

JBL (CONT'D): Let us know if you hear anything.

He and Booker T walk away.

ANDERSON/GALLOWS: Nerds./Nerds.

(photo by Jordan Koons on Unsplash)

INT. END OF DAYS PAWN SHOP – LATER

BARON CORBIN stands behind the front glass display counter of the cluttered pawn shop watching Freestyle, an amateur wrestling show, on an antique TV.

COMMENTATOR (ON TV): Jason Jordan has proven to be unstoppable thus far. The kid has a bright future ahead of him.

Dean, Roman, and Seth enter heading straight for Baron. Baron ignores them until they gather around the counter.

BARON: Can I help you with something?

SETH: That depends. Sell any illegal weapons lately?

ROMAN: I'm sure Shane would love to hear all about that.

Baron keeps watching the match on TV, uninterested.

BARON: I don't know what you're talking about.

DEAN: You don't know what we're talking about?

BARON: That's what I just said. Look, if you're not going to buy anything I suggest you get out of my store. Clowns...

Baron goes back to watching his program.

ROMAN: He's right. Let's have a look around. See what we can find. Then maybe he'll tell us what we want to know.

Roman eyes a trashcan full of kendo sticks. He picks one up, twirls it around.

ROMAN (CONT’D): Hey, how much for this?

Smashes a display case.

BARON: Hey! He can't do that.

DEAN: Looks to me he can do whatever he wants unless you start opening your mouth.

Baron remains silent.

Seth wanders over to a collection of baseball bats.

SETH: All we want is a moment of your time.

He takes a bat. Smashes the TV.

Baron hops over the counter, charging at Seth.

Dean grabs the trashcan and slams it against Baron’s back. Baron falls to the floor. Dean tosses the can.

DEAN: Get him up.

Roman and Seth lift Baron to his feet. Dean approaches Baron, wielding his own kendo stick.

BARON: I didn't sell them anything. Those bozos stole them from me the second I turned my back.

SETH: Why didn't you call the police?

Corbin keeps his mouth shut.

DEAN: Cat got your tongue? We have ways of making you talk. An entire room full of them. So, unless you start yapping, we're going to turn your junkyard into a playground.

BARON: I didn't want to be involved. You want information? I know what their license plate number is.

DEAN: What, did you chase them down?

BARON: I sold it to them.

The three of them exchange looks.

Dean snatches a receipt slip from the counter, grabs a pen and thrusts it at Baron. Baron writes down the plate number. Dean takes it. It reads, “WEGOHARD.”

JBL and Booker T enter. Assessing the situation, they pull out their guns.

JBL: Freeze!

Seth and Roman drop Baron as all three of them hold up their hands. Roman lowers his mask.

ROMAN: They're with me.

JBL: You've gotta be kidding me.

END OF ACT THREE

#wwe #wweraw #smackdown #smackdownlive #wwe fanfiction #the shield #roman reigns #seth rollins #dean ambrose #baron corbin #JBL #Booker T #AJ Styles #the bullet club #suplex city #comic book #kurt angle #charly caruso

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oldguardhc · 4 years

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Old Guard hc #57

Prompt number: 18 - “You don’t see it?”

Fandom: The Old Guard

Rating: PG-13

Warnings/Tags: Joe and Nile, Joe grabs Nile’s wrist (below cut)

AN: Kind of a Dead Like Me AU. Gets real choppy below the cut, so here’s your warning.

“You don’t see it?” Nile asks, following the little demonic creature with her eyes. She’s been seeing those damn things ever since she woke up in the infirmary at the base. They’re nasty little things, two feet tall, spikes on their head and back, a Voldermort’s nose, and an overall sickly appearance. Just looking at them makes her skin crawl.

“See what?” Joe asks, following her line of sight. “The man in the green pants? I mean, it’s kind of hard not to see him. I’m pretty sure the grinch uses less green than that man.”

“What? Oh, wow, that’s a lot of green.” She knows several people who would kill to have their lawn be as green as that man currently is. She doesn’t think she’ll ever understand America’s obsession with perfect lawns. She shakes her head and drags her eyes back to the creature. It’s climbing up a tree at the moment. “No, I keep seeing these small demons. They knock shit on the ground, shove things in the way, they’re like a bad cartoon if I’m honest.” Tom and Jerry was more original than these guys.

The demon is bouncing on a branch now, each bounce making the branch sway a fraction more than the last. Nile doesn’t know when she started holding her breath, but now that she’s aware of it, she couldn’t suck in a breath if she tried. She’s unable to tear her eyes away from the demon that’s getting more fervent with his movements.

It’s a relief when the branch finally snaps, barely missing two bikers on the trail as it crashes to the ground. She watches the bikers turn around, realization slowly dawning on them of just how lucky they are.

It happens so fast.

The warning builds in her throat like molasses. By the time it passes her lips, both bikers are on the ground in one bloody mess.

Nile’s up on her feet, phone in hand, ready to call an ambulance when a hand wraps around her wrist. She turns to look at Joe, “We have to help them!”

Joe swallows and he looks pained for some reason. “Nile, it’s their time.”

“What?” She tries to break out of his grip but Joe tightens his fingers and starts to tug her away. “What are you doing? Let go!” What the hell is wrong with him? “Joe! They’re hurt!”

“I know,” Joe says, continuing to guide her away, “there’s nothing you can do.” Nile digs her heels into the ground and yanks on her arm, forcing Joe to stop and look at her. She’s going to have strong words with him later about what’s appropriate and not.

“You better fucking explain and let go in the next five seconds because I’m getting really pissed off.”

Joe blinks at her, looks down at where he’s still holding her wrist and releases her as if she electrocuted him. “Shit, I’m sorry,” Joe quickly apologizes, stuffing his hands into his pockets. Nile experimentally rolls her wrist, sees the way Joe is watching the movement with a guilty frown and she thinks, good. Her wrist is already fine though, any potential bruising or swelling gone. “We should go,” Joe says after a pause, glancing around the park. There’s a crowd forming around the two bikers, people frantically shouting at each other to get help and call an ambulance.

“Why?” Nile almost shouts, managing to lower her voice to a hiss at the last second. Why are you acting this way? Why do we need to leave? What aren’t you telling me?

“You’re seeing death and death doesn’t like us.” Nile squints at Joe. Did he eat crack for breakfast?

There’s a crazed energy building within him and Nile doesn’t want to see what a 900-year-old man looks like when he snaps. Joe crosses his arms, “Quynh had your gift. Those things you’re seeing? They’re sadistic little bastards and they love us. So we need to leave before it clocks us and we wake up in a morgue,” Joe says, his voice tightening near the end.

None of what he just said makes sense. She’s got more questions than before he started explaining, but Joe looks genuinely freaked out that she lets her sympathy momentarily win and nods, letting him set the pace as they exit the park.

They don’t talk the entire walk home, hell they don’t even so much as glance at one another and she hopes he doesn’t think he’s off the hook. They still need to have words about grabbing her and whatever the hell she’s seeing.

When they get to the empty house, Joe motions for her to follow him into the kitchen. He pours them both a drink and Nile takes her glass with a ‘thanks’ before sitting down at the table.

Joe sits down in the seat in front of her and hangs his head in shame. “I’m sorry for grabbing you without your permission. That was very wrong of me,” Joe quietly says, looking up at her at the end. He looks genuinely sorry, and not like he’s only saying what Nile wants to hear. “I got scared, I know that doesn’t excuse what I did, and I wish I can take it back, but I can’t. I acted poorly, I hurt you and I’m sorry about that.”

Nile lets his words sink in.

She fights back the instinct to immediately accept the apology. This isn’t something they can skirt around, not if they want to remain as teammates, much less as friends. “I’m more upset that you made a choice for me.”

She can practically see the entire replay in his mind and she knows when he sees her point when he winces. “I’m new, Joe. I haven’t known you for two-hundred years, I can’t tell yet when to follow you with no questions. You have to explain stuff or at least say ‘Nile, danger. Explain later.’ I trust you to have my best intentions but you can’t—you gotta let me make that choice.”

Joe nods, hunching further into himself. “I understand. I’m really sorry, Nile.”

Nile reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder, “We’re going to be fine, Joe. I just need time to get on the same page.” She gently squeezes his shoulder, “I’m going to have this conversation with Nicky and Andy too. This was inevitable, looking back.”

Joe huffs, a small smile creeping onto his lips. “I’m really happy you’re not afraid to set us straight. Booker,” Joe pauses, a flash of anger crosses his eyes, but as sudden as it appeared, it’s gone, leaving a trail of sorrow in its path. “It’s hard to have boundaries when you don’t care.”

Nile doesn’t know what to say, and maybe there’s nothing to say. Booker is such a sensitive topic that it feels taboo to even think of his name sometimes. She gives his shoulder another squeeze and drops her hand onto the table.

Joe clears his throat, “Right, and onto the next topic. Quynh,” Joe closes his eyes, lets out a raspy laugh, and opens his eyes again, reaching for the drink. “We’re just going through all the difficult topics today, aren’t we?”

“I can wait,” Nile starts, she can tell how drained he already is and what’s a couple more days when they have billions more?

Joe shakes his head. “This is important, will put you in danger for not knowing, important information.”

She remembers Joe’s earlier words. Sadistic bastards. They love us.

Joe sips at his drink and Nile mirrors the action. “Quynh called the things you see death’s helpers. They don’t directly kill people, they just set death into motion,” he pauses until Nile’s looking at him again, “Nile, whenever you see one, get out, especially if you’re in a public place. They know when they’re spotted and they know we’re special.”

Nile frowns, she has so many questions, she doesn’t even know where to begin. Why does she see them and they don’t? Is she in more danger because she can see them? Will those things attack her just because she can see them?

Joe scans her face, “I can see you have a lot of questions and I do want to help, but I think you should ask Andy.” Ask Andy about her lost lover? The one she still feels extremely guilty about? Maybe Joe did eat crack for breakfast. “I know but she’s known Quynh the longest, she has the most information on this. I only know the bare minimum, Quynh didn’t like talking about it and I didn’t like asking about it.”

Nile already knows this future conversation is going to be a painful one. Andy clams-up tight when she wants to and no amount of prying or crying can get her to open up.

“It’s alright, you at least answered the big question,” Nile says, and she wonders if this is going to be a theme. The what always being answered but the why remaining a mystery. “Thank you for filling me in.”

“Yeah, and I’m sorry once again-“

“Joe,” Nile interrupts with a shake of her head. “We’re moving past that.”

“Right, of course.” Nile rolls her eyes, reaches out to ruffle his hair just like how her brother hated. Joe hates it too and she grins as he smacks her hand away, smoothing the curls back down. “Brat,” he mutters, it’s all reluctant fondness and the tension in his shoulders is gone, so Nile’s counting it as a win.

They’re going to get there one day.

#the old guard #nile freeman #yusuf al kaysani #fictober20 #hc

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wjbs-aus · 3 years

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Ok so I have ~12 hours until the Direct and I'm still not tired yet, anyway here's some information about most of the characters from that Smash post I did.

Gordon Freeman

Stage: Citadel Top

Costumes: Orange with Lambda; Blue with Sigma; Red with Omega; Purple with Alpha; Grey with Beta; White with Aperture Logo; Rusted with spray-painted Lambda; Dark Blue with Combine symbol

Associated Mii costume(s): Alyx (Gunner)

Final Smash: Gluon Gun

Playa

Stage: Saints Penthouse (stage hazards include Paul's hands and STAG VTOLs attacking the building)

Costumes: IV character presets, with different voices.

Associated Mii costume(s): Johnny Gat (Swordfighter)

Final Smash: Power Armour Robot Mech-Suit

Doom Slayer

*cough*

JC Denton

Stage: Liberty Island

Costumes: Black Coat; White Coat; Red Coat; Green Coat; Blue Coat; Purple Coat; Paul Denton; Adam Jensen

Associated Mii costume(s): Adam Jensen (all), UNATCO Soldier (Gunner)

Final Smash: "Blowing up the internet" - Ross Scott, 2016

The Grox

Stage: Adventure Town (has random Maxis-made Galactic Adventures NPCs and creatures in the background)

Costumes: Red fur/eye; Blue fur and yellow eye; Gold fur/cybernetics and cyan eye; White fur with black stripes and a purple eye; Green Fur/eye; Purple Fur and white eye; Greyscale; Red fur with no cybernetics

Associated Mii costume(s): Galactic Adventures Captain gear (all)

Final Smash: Planet Buster

Scout

*splutter*

Booker and Elizabeth

Stage: Columbia/Rapture

Costumes: Main Timeline (Waistcoat/Dress); Burial at Sea (Detective outfit/Noir); ???/???; ???/???; ???/???; ???/???; ???/???; ???/???

Associated Mii costume(s): Big Daddy (Gunner), Little Sister (Swordfighter)

Final Smash: Songbird

Human

Stage: Skyscraper

Costumes: Default/Grey; Frozen/light-Blue; Zombie/Greyish-green; Skeleton; Android; ???; ???; ???

Associated Mii costume(s): Gorse (Brawler)

Final Smash: Atom Bomb

The Detective

Stage: Whirling Plaza

Costumes: Disco-Ass Outfit; RCM Uniform; Dick Mullen costume; ???; ???; ???; ???; ???

Associated Mii costume(s): Kim (Gunner)

Final Smash: ???

TABS

*wheeze*

Kerbals

Stage: KSP Launchpad (stage hazards include failed spacecraft flying around)

Costumes: Male (white spacesuit); Female (white spacesuit); Male (orange spacesuit); Female (orange spacesuit); Male (alternate spacesuit 1); Female (alternate spacesuit 2); Male (alternate spacesuit 3); Female Ground Control (casual clothes)

Associated Mii costume(s): KSP Spacesuit (Brawler)

Final Smash: Rocket Crash

Note: as the title implies, there are several Kerbals, with the leader being either Jebediah or Valentina depending on the skin.

Trebhum

Stage: ???

Costumes: Orange; Purple; Green; Dark Grey; Blue; Pink; Yellow; Brown

Associated Mii costume(s): Ghat from Zeno Clash (Brawler)

Final Smash: The Eternal Cylinder

Octodad

Stage: The Aquarium

Costumes: Dadliest Catch; Wedding Outfit; First Date; Naked; Hammerhead Mascot; Doctor; Original Game; ???

Final Smash: Shark

The Goose

Stage: The Model Village

Costumes: Player 1, Player 2, Canada Goose, Mallard, Flamingo, Kazooie-inspired, Swan, Black Swan

Final Smash: Villager Stampede

Note: The Goose's model stays mostly the same for all costumes, with some changes to their beak-shape

The Courier

Stage: The Lucky 38

Costumes: ???; ???; ???; ???; ???; ???; ???; ???

Associated Mii costume(s): NCR Trooper (Gunner)

Final Smash: Euclid's C-Finder

Maxwell

Stage: Dot the Island

Costumes: Maxwell, Lily and 6 of the Brothers from Unlimited

Associated Mii costume(s): Scribblenaut (Brawler)

Final Smash: Cthulhu

Chell

Stage: Central Core Chamber (with GLaDOS in the background)

Costumes (colour refers to jumpsuit parts): Portal 2 (Orange, treated as White due to her top); Portal 1 (Orange); Portal 2 (Blue, treated as Black due to her top); Portal 1 (Blue); Portal 2 (Purple, treated as Yellow due to her top) ; Portal 1 (Pink); Portal 2 (Red, treated as Grey due to her top, which also has a Mann Co. logo); Portal 1 (White)

Associated Mii costume(s): P-Body (Gunner)

Final Smash: Moon-Portal

BABA

Stage: ???

Costumes: White; Red; Orange; Pink; Green; Purple; Yellow; BADBAD

Associated Mii costumes: ROBOT

Final Smash: [FIGHTER] is [DONE]

Agent 47

Stage: ???

Costumes: Signature Suit; Tuxedo; Summer Suit; Terminus Suit; Red Plumber Disguise; VIP Patient; Casual Suit; Clown Suit

Final Smash: ???

Waluigi

Stage: Waluigi Pinball

Costumes: Uh, look! A cool bird! *Runs*

Final Smash: ???

Boyfriend

Stage: Week 1

Costumes: Default; Week 5; Week 6; ???; ???; ???; ???; ???

Associated Mii costumes: Pico (Gunner)

Final Smash: ???

Pyro

Stage: Pyroland

Costumes: RED; BLU; RED Gas Jockey's Gear; BLU Infernal Imp; RED Grordbort; BLU Pyrosaur; RED Biker; BLY Frycook

Associated Mii costumes: Scout (All)

Final Smash: Armageddon

Rillaboom

Stage: Rose Tower

Costumes: Normal; Shiny; Inverted; Pink, White and Purple; Orange, Grey and White; ???; ???, ???

Associated Mii costumes: Inteleon (Gunner)

Final Smash: G-Max Drum Solo

#super smash bros #super smash bros character ideas #long post

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shanie-the-toyaddict · 4 years

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So I watched The Undertaker’s Final Farewell. Thoughts. I have a BUNCH..

Of course Shane comes out first. I don’t know why the hell I thought otherwise.

When I heard Shane was coming out wearing black, I was thinking to myself “ooh, potential figure?” Thankfully, he just wore his usual black on blue jeans and I already MADE that figure.

Shane offering to hold the ropes for Show concerns me. How destroyed is Big Show that Shane would need to hold the ropes for him? At first I thought it was a joke, then Shane DID hold the rope and I’m like “Dude, WTF”

Mick got OLD. Like, holy shit. Although, the hell that man put his body through for how long, I don’t know why anyone would be surprised time would be cruel to him. At least he can still walk, which IS surprising.

Have they ever actually acknowledged Taker’s biker gang clique before this? I mean, I know it’s falls under the category of “Worst Kept Wrestling Secrets” but have they ever actually acknowledged his crew on TV before? Just curious.

Booker T looked good tonight.

Someday, we aren’t going to have Ric Flair with us anymore and when that day comes I want a 10 bell salute, no questions asked.

Hunter, nobody likes “King of Kings”. Sorry.

While I’m glad Kane showed up in costume, that singlet... doesn’t do him any favors. Ouch.

METALLICA!

That video package was *chefs kiss*

I was considering making a #thankyoutaker music video, but NAH, I can’t beat that. My job was done for me.

I feel bad for Vince. I know I rail on him constantly, but he was having a HELL of a hard time with that and you could just see how emotionally wrecked he was. I’m almost glad there was nobody in the audience for THAT part that might cause him to lose focus because that was probably one of the hardest things Vince McMahon has ever had to do.

How big was the check Vince wrote that gave him the right to say “WWF” on a PPV? I’m honestly curious. I had a bit of a chuckle because my mind thought “I wonder if, when they came to terms with the World Wildlife Fund a bit back that let them use the WWF Logos again if they earned the right for one last usage of the verbal name and Vince was like “No, we’re saving this for the perfect time” and that time was the Undertaker’s Retirement.

I’m torn on the musical tesla coils. On one hand, musical tesla coils are neat. On the other hand, they sound like chiptunes and it didn’t work well here. Maybe they should have just stuck with using them for lightning bolts.

SO MUCH FIRE

And that brings me to the Deadman himself.

I need to say this right now because it’s breaking my heart. I’ve endured a LOT this year. We all have. The Pandemic itself and the lives lost to it are by far the worst thing going on, but I feel that it’s ok to be upset about the side effects of it as well. One of those is tonight - There was nobody in that arena for what should have been the greatest, most emotional moment of Mark’s career. You know all that chanting and cheering we heard?

I’m pretty sure he didn’t, Or, if he did, if they did pipe it into the arena proper, it had to break his heart knowing it was canned.

That was so incredibly painful to watch for me, knowing that The Undertaker, the friggin PHENOM was denied his proper sendoff by the fans because of COVID. It’s going to piss me off tonight, tomorrow and for a long GD time, I just know it. He deserved to feel that electricity, to hear that crowd chanting for real. Say what you will about Mark and his politics and stuff, but the man is a true legend and nothing can take that away from him.

But the fact that his final ovation came from a speaker system taints the entire experience.

That said, I cried HARD at the Paul Bearer hologram. That shit HURT.

All in all, it was very emotional, although mostly for the wrong reasons. I wanted to be able to celebrate Undertaker’s farewell. Instead, I couldn’t get past how much was taken from him in this moment by the pandemic and the bullshit surrounding it.

Just my thoughts.

Thank You Mark Calaway. Thank you for 30 years of greatness and for turning what would otherwise be just another idiotic WWF gimmick from then into pure, legendary, EPIC GOLD. Thank you for the matches, the segments, and the promos you have gifted us with. You truly are the Phenom and there will NEVER be another like you.

#Undertaker #The Undertaker #WWE #Undertaker's final farewell #survivor series

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randomingoftherandomness · 4 years

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🌔🍯 OT3

🌔 do they like wearing each other’s clothes? who’s usually the one wearing the other’s clothes?

This is a resounding yes. Joe and Nicky usually trade-off wearing each other’s clothes because they have had longer together for their wardrobes to essentially swing between ‘Hot Dad at the PTA meeting’ and ‘Hot Dad who does the carpool’. Booker is the ‘Hot Biker Dad’. He ends up wearing their clothes when he forgets to do his laundry. Not that Joe and Nicky mind. There is a certain delight in seeing the stretch of their briefs over Booker’s crotch.

🍯 do they give each other nicknames ? have them list a few of their favourites!

I think by now the fandom has accepted, ‘amore mio’, ‘my heart’, ‘beloved’ as part of the Immortal Husbands nicknames list, so yes they do. But with the addition of Booker, consider ‘cariad’, ‘mon chéri’, ‘ma vie’.

[questions for couples]

#questions for couples ask meme

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rebelcourtesan · 5 years

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I finished Days Gone and I am so glad I played this game. I know I saw it before, but this games is what you get if The Last of Us had a baby with Dying Light. I know a lot of people and critics are giving this game poor reviews, but I have to say they are wrong.

This is a wonderful game. Maybe not Game of The Year, but most certainly a game worth having in your library.

In post apocalypse, where a disease transformers humans into fleshing eating monsters called Freakers, Deacon St. John (the player character), is a Drifter, a biker who goes from camp to camp doing jobs from collecting bounties or tracking down thieves and murderers for credits. He’s haunted by the memory of his late wife who died during the Freaker outbreak and struggles to find meaning in his life.

His sole companion is his close friend Boozer, a fellow biker. Together they plan on heading north where it’s rumored to be safer. However, circumstances delay their plans and Deacon St. John needs a helicopter flying in the distance . . .

I’ll stop there because I don’t want to spoil any of this awesome story which carries twists and turns in the form of story lines that are completed as you progress the story.

You’re motivated to do side quests to earn Camp Trust and Credits. Credits allow you to purchase items like new weapons and new parts for your bike. Each camp carries different items and earning their Trust will unlock new items. Thankfully, there’s fast travel, but it’s limited as you must have enough gas for your bike to reach that location and the way must be clear of Freaker Nests. Fortunately, there’s plenty of gas stations and gas cans to be found to keep your gas tank full, but be careful. Danger is all around you.

Freakers are everywhere. From individual hunters to different types that are the stuff of nightmares. Most frightening of all are the hordes! The Hordes truly frighten me with their telltale hisses and cries in the distance and once I nearly wet myself when exploring a cave only to have a horde descend upon me!

You have to have the right equipment and items to take on a horde and a strategy. No two Hordes are the same based upon size and location. And all are scary as hell.

The characters are likable and feel so real. From Boozer’s loyalty to Rikki’s determination, I found myself rooting for them. Taking joy in their success and sadden by their losses. There’s a very tender moment of when Deacon gives Booker a precious gift to bring him out of depression that brought a smile to my face.

Now for the downside. Yes, there are bugs. Nothing game breaking and the worst bugs can be fixed by quick saving at the bike and restarting the game. I only had to do this twice and the game studio is coming out with hotfixes and updates, so please give credit to their hard work.

This game had several delays, but it was worth the wait. I sincerely enjoy this game and I am looking forward to a sequel.

#days gone #review #recommendation #video game

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dfpbetrayed-blog · 6 years

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Modeling And The Tragedy Of Karen Mulder

The news that '90s supermodel Karen Mulder was arrested in Paris for making death threats to her plastic surgeon could be written off as, at worst, a punchline, or at best, the latest expression of an unbalanced woman's erratic behavior.

Karen Mulder was a blonde 5'10" Dutch teenager who shot to fame after a friend sent in pictures of her to the Elite agency's famous Elite Model Look competition. Within two years, Mulder had given up high school to work full-time for clients like Valentino, Giorgio Armani, Calvin Klein, Yves Saint Laurent, and Versace. She made the covers of British Vogue, Italian Vogue, and various international editions of Elle, among many other magazines. At 21, she bagged a multimillion-dollar multiyear contract with Guess? She was picked as one of Peter Lindbergh's iconic gaggle of leather-clad biker supermodels in American Vogue in 1991, when DUMBO was still thought of as a little dangerous.

That's Mulder second from the right, between Stephanie Seymour and Naomi Campbell. Her career, still managed by Elite, flourished through the 1990s. Mulder capitalized on her wholesome look with commercial gigs, like her two appearances in Sports Illustrated's Swimsuit Edition, and she became a Victoria's Secret model. There was a Karen Mulder doll, made by Hasbro. Mulder dated a racecar driver, she dated Prince Albert II of Monaco, she dated a real-estate developer named Jean-Yves Le Fur. They broke up, but it was still Le Fur who picked her up off the floor of her Paris apartment and called the ambulance in the winter of 2002, after Mulder attempted suicide by overdosing on pain pills.

The suicide attempt and the coma she would lie in for two days following it came after Mulder had told the press, "From the beginning, I hated being photographed. For me, it was just an assumed role, and in the end, I didn't know who I really was as a person. Everybody was saying to me, 'Hi, you're fantastic.' But inside, I felt worse from day to day." It came after she laid a formal rape complaint in France against Prince Albert. It came after she said, "My job distracted me from my worries. It enabled me not to be myself, to pretend I was someone else." It came after a notorious appearance on French television where her various claims — that men at Elite had raped her, that she had been coerced into having sex to garner better contracts, that Elite had used her and other models as sex slaves in a ring that extended through the top echelons of French society, implicating politicians, members of the police, and other top officials, that her own father had raped her, that she had been sexually abused by a family friend from the age of 2, that she had been hypnotized and raped, kidnapped and raped, and raped some more — were regarded as so potentially libelous that France 2 not only never aired the segment, but destroyed the master tape. No matter: In a series of more-or-less coherent magazine interviews, Mulder repeated most of her accusations, and added that her agency had encouraged her to use cocaine and heroin. She told the Daily Mail, "They tried to turn me into a prostitute because they thought it would be so easy. I was raped by two bookers. I reported them and they were fired. Another time I was shut in the office of [a high-profile man from the modeling world] for a whole day. All these people who betrayed me I used to love very much. Then I realized how big the conspiracy was. It brought in the government and police, who both used Elite girls. People have tried to kidnap and poison me."

Her suicide attempt came after she was packed off to Montsouris hospital and heavily sedated for five months of treatment for depression and anxiety. (Gerald Marie, the head of Elite Paris and one of the men Mulder had accused of raping her, paid.) It came after Marie was filmed on hidden camera by the BBC trying to give a 15-year-old model £300 for sex, and bragging of how many entrants to the Elite Model Look competition — average age 15 — he was going to sleep with that year. It came after Mulder's attempt at a crossover music career resulted in the release of a cover of "I Am What I Am", which peaked at number 13 on the French pop charts in the summer of 2002. It was after recanting all her rape accusations, and explaining that she was in fact dealing with the aftermath of childhood sexual abuse and had "gone overboard," that the former supermodel tried to kill herself. Since emerging from hospital, and until her arrest yesterday, Mulder has kept a low profile.

How a woman like Mulder, one of those people who journalists are always quick to say "has it all," could fall so far, so fast is not really the question that commands interest here. We all know this story: it's got drugs in it, and predatory older men, and very young women, and the abject self-consciousness of the individual whose worth is in her pictures. It's always more or less the same story, even if Mulder, with her recantations and paranoid stories of kidnapping and poison at the hands of a shadowy "they," isn't always its most credible narrator. It's the story of Wallis Franken, of Ruslana Korshunova, of Katoucha Niane.

It's the story presented in a 60 Minutes segment from 1988 that reported, according to author Ian Halperin, "about the many models who had been drugged, raped, and sexually harassed by the world's top agency owners." (Halperin characterized the segment as "shocking.") It's the story of the BBC's undercover documentary of Elite executives offering to pimp out their models for drugs. (This was seen as "alarming" and "surprising.") It's the story models like Sena Cech are telling when they talk about being coerced into sex by photographers and clients at castings and on the job. (These accounts, and model Sara Ziff's documentary that provides one vehicle for them, were described in the Observer by writer Louise France as both "shocking" and "surprising.")

What amazes even more than how little the story actually differs from telling to telling, how fundamentally the same its elements remain, is our capacity for disbelief. It takes a certain dedication to one's own credulity to insist on being "surprised," "alarmed" and "shocked" by a situation that has been the subject of interest from such under-the-radar media venues as 60 Minutes going back a generation. As a culture, we have so far managed, through every news story and blog post and exposé, to maintain an innocence of the realities of the modeling industry that is almost touching. Or nearly culpable.

Our persistent willingness to be taken aback by the notion that wealthy, powerful, older men, when left in charge of a younger, poorer, female workforce, might generally act as something less than gentlemen, is testament to the power the multibillion-dollar fashion industry wields as an expert creator of narratives. It's this attitude of disbelief that allows agency directors to claim they had no idea some of their models were using cocaine and that some of their bookers were dealing it to them, or that some photographers like to sleep with models and some bookers encourage models to go along with it. Our endless capacity for shock is what gets Karen Mulder sedated and lets Gerald Marie retain, to this day, his position as head of Elite Paris.

The longer we keep up our charade of disbelief, the less the industry will change. One of the most chilling scenes in Sara Ziff's documentary, Picture Me, didn't make the final cut. A model was talking about a photo shoot that took place she was 16, with what Ziff has described as "a very, very famous photographer, probably one of the world's top names." When the girl left the studio to go to the bathroom between shots, the photographer cornered her in the hall. Then he started touching her dress. "But you're used to this," Ziff reported he said. "People touch you all the time. Your collar, or your breasts.

It's not strange to be handled like that." Then the world-famous photographer put his hand to her crotch and forced his fingers into her vagina. The teenager, who had never even kissed anyone before, just froze and waited for the man to walk away. They finished the shoot, and she never told anyone. The day before the New York premiere, she begged for the scene to be cut.

But more and more models are speaking out. (I have.) If only we can dispense with our "shock" at what they have to say, perhaps this is an industry where some realistic chance for improvement remains.

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Chapter 10: Together At Last

Chapter Ten Soundtrack: Can’t Help Myself - Eric Nam

Word Count: 400 Pairing/Ship: Changlix - Lee Felix and Seo Changbin Genre: Fluff, Angst, AU Warnings: BoyxBoy Kissing

“Lix, baby.” Changbin ran into Felix’s room, where Lucian, Heather, and Chan were surrounding a still crying Felix. He was shaking and sniffling and his bed covers were up to his chin. Changbin could feel tears threatening to fall at any time. Changbin shook his head and crawled onto the bed towards where Felix was hiding himself.

“Baby, I’m here. It’s okay. No one will ever hurt you again.” Changbin reassured the sobbing, younger boy. Changbin positioned himself under the cover beside Felix at a good hugging angle and grabbed the frail boy in his arms.

“Changbin,” Felix let tears stream down his face, you could hear in his voice that he’d been crying for hours, “I di-didn’t ch-cheat.”

“I know, baby. I know.” Changbin placed a gentle kiss on Felix’ forehead as he pulled the smaller boy closer to his body. He wrapped his arms farther around Felix and swayed slowly, rocking Felix in hope to calm him. By now, the room had emptied and Changbin had Felix all to himself, though if he knew his friends, they were eavesdropping just outside Felix’s door.

“Lix,” Changbin spoke softly, gaining Felix’s gaze, “Will you be my boyfriend?” Felix smiled through his tears.

“Of course.” Felix’s voice was raspy from crying for hours. Changbin smiled and pulled Felix down on top of him as he laid down on Felix’s bed. Felix shuffled himself up so his face was hovering over Changbin’s. One of Felix’s hand made it’s way up to Changbin’s cheek and the other was guiding Changbin’s arms around his waist. Felix placed his soft lips on the older boy’s, entrancing him in a kiss. The two boys’ lips moved in sync, following the other movements. Changbin bit at Felix bottom lips and Felix opened his mouth, giving way to Changbin’s tongue. Their tongue’s moved together for a while until Felix broke the kiss to gasp for air.

“I’ve never kiss anyone like that, hyung.” Felix breathily admitted to Changbin, who gave the boy on top of him a big, genuine smile.

“You can just call me Bin.” Changbin offered Felix.

“What about Binnie?” Felix asked, pushing it slightly, but of course, Changbin gave in as soon as Felix brought out the puppy dog eyes.

“I love you, Lix.” Changbin placed a soft kiss on the younger’s lips once again.

“I love you too, Binnie.” Felix did the same.

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