#lil dar bear

[ghostiiess]

darren liang as your boyfriend (pictures)

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[eggyspaceboi]

Mission to Zyxx: Muppet Edition

Pleck- Kermit. Just your average, well-meaning dude. Getting upset about something no one else cares about with that funny lil voice. Flailing around with his wood saber while everyone else tries to dodge.

Dar- Animal. Sweetums was my first though because of typecasting, but I think Animal's personality is a better fit. The limited vocabulary might be a bit of a drawback though.

C-53- probably controversial, but I think it would be funniest if C-53 was the only human actor on set. Dressed like a robot, dressed like a different robot, complaining about the meat prison of a human body.

Bargie- If I had to choose a Muppet actor, it would be Miss Piggy. A classic temperamental diva, but with a heavy dose of disillusionment with the industry. Although, with the limits of the medium, it might make the most sense to just continue with Moujan Zolfaghari as the voice. I wouldn't complain about that.

Nermut- Gonzo. I am the most passionate about this one. His passion for performing. The way he can just get obsessed with weird shit. I would love to see him in the Reflactorium office simulation, talking to a boardroom full of chickens about Quarter 3 sales.

AJ- Rizzo the Rat. Funny, some tough elements, likes breaking the 4th wall. Also it would work well to have all the other rats for when they encounter other C.L.I.N.T.s

Beano- Fozzie Bear. Many of his lines make you groan with how bad they are, but somehow he is still lovable.

[sebastianmoyisbestboy]

Ending the year with NSB and looking forward to the next one. Love these boys 💜

[mrs-gucci]

Mr. Handsy {Clyde Logan x wife!Reader}

@icarusinthesea :

Okay, okay. I think I've thought of something. Eh, it's a mediocre idea, but it does it for me. Fighting with Clyde followed by sweet, hot, nasty make up sex. I can not think of anything else. But whatever you write I'll love. 🥰

author’s notes: hello, hello! writers block has been hitting HARDCORE as of late, which is kind of a bummer, but luckily I’m feeling a bit better now! @icarusinthesea​ thank you for this request!! I hope it was worth the (very long) wait, and I send love to you, friend <3 <3

warnings: fluff. smut. club brawls. violence against an asshole. protectiveness. dom!Clyde. oral sex (m receiving). rough sex. unprotected sex/creampie.

(possible) tw’s: non-con touching (not by Clyde). physical conflict. sex in a public restroom.

word count: 1.9k

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You had a bad feeling about this place from the very beginning, from the moment you stepped into this stupid sleazy club for your co-worker’s birthday.

Clyde decided to tag along, mainly to hang out with the other poor guys whose wives dragged them along tonight.

The bass pulses your eardrums as you make your way over to the booth that they’d claimed, saying some very loud ‘hi’s’ and ‘hello’s’ to everyone before taking a seat on Clyde’s lap.

Your outfit certainly matches the locale of tonight’s party, sexy and risqué while maintaining at least some coverage and dignity for your larger areas. Clyde’s been having some trouble keeping his eyes, and now that he can, his hands, off you.

His calloused flesh hand runs over your thigh and hip in a soothing manner, mindless in its movements over your exposed skin.

Soon, a good dancing song comes on and no matter how much you try to beg Clyde to join you on the crowded floor, he refuses, insisting that you go have some fun with your friends.

His eyes keep a close watch on you, knowing that unfortunately, it’s highly likely that some bonehead Joe will come along and think he can touch without permission.

He finds himself in a sort of entranced state, watching the way your hips move when you dance, watches your skin bounce and jiggle with each motion, sees the way the multicolored lights bounce off the sequins on your dress…

Sure enough, said bonehead Joe dances his way over to you, not-so-subtly checking you out from a bit of a distance before making his approach.

Clyde almost instantly leaps into action when his hand touches your hip and he slides in behind you. Thinking that the man behind you is Clyde, you start grinding against him a bit more, smirking.

But, only after a second or two, his motions and touch begin to feel awfully foreign. You’ve just truly begun to doubt your dancing partner’s identity when he leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Keep dancing like this and I’ll just have to take you home, babygirl.”

Goosebumps form on your skin in disgust the moment you hear an unfamiliar voice, yanking away from his grubby grip.

“How dar—“

“Hey, you!”

Your eyes widen and you look around the man to see a very angry-looking Clyde storming his way over to where you’re standing.

He turns the handsy man around with a hand on his shoulder, then gives him a shove. “Can’t ya see she’s married, asshole? Don’t you ever think ya can just go ‘round here, touchin’ what ain’t yours.”

“Cly—“

“Don’t ya even start with me right now, Y/N. I can’t believe ya didn’t stop ‘im, can’t believe ye kept grindin’ against ‘im.”

Your eyes widen. “Clyde, p-please, it’s not like tha—“

“I thought I told ya t’ can it, Y/N.”

You shudder at his commanding and harsh tone, immediately backing down and biting your lip as the tears swell in your eyes.

The man wears a small smirk, giving Clyde an equally rough shove backwards. “And what, you’re telling me she’s yours? Bullshit she is. Who’d ever wanna marry a one-armed redneck like you?”

Big mistake. Clyde used to just stand down and shut off whenever someone made fun of his disability, but usually now, he just gets fucking pissed.

Sure enough, his jaw clenches and he quickly lunges at Mr. Handsy, forcefully knocking him to the scuffed dance floor. Often times, mostly due to his kind and gentle demeanor, you forget that Clyde’s a veteran. A special ops veteran, at that.

You can’t deny that bearing witness to his unbridled anger and dominance isn’t at least a little bit sexy, even if you do feel incredibly guilty about not realizing sooner that it wasn’t Clyde.

Like the coward he truly is, and that many men like him are, he flees the scene quickly when he looks up and sees the anger in Clyde’s eyes.

Meanwhile, you instantly rush up to him, apologizing repeatedly. “Clyde, I’m so sorry, I thought it was you and I didn’t mean to—“

He snatches your wrist, bending down so that his hot, slightly strained breath wafts across your face. “You’d better yer slutty ass into the restroom right fuckin’ now.” He growls, letting you go.

You nod, whimpering under your breath as you scurry off into the bathroom.

He follows after you, pushing you into the single stall before reaching around to lock the door.

“Clyde, please, I’m so sorry. I promise that I didn’t know it wasn’t you until he spoke and I pulled away right after that. I would never…”

He holds a hand up and you trail off, then crosses it back over his chest along with the other. When you look up at him, ready to apologize further, he gives you a subtle head shake and a faint smile.

“Get m’ cock out.”

You know, then, that he’s not mad, and you know exactly what he wants from you. You step up to him with a small smirk and pop the button on his Levi’s, pulling the zipper down before reaching in to fish out his half-hard length.

“Now stroke it. You know how I like it.”

Your hand holds a steady grip around the protrusion, starting off slow but quickening randomly, just as he likes it.

His head tilts back onto the cheap tiled wall, nostrils flaring as he exhales shakily. “Thaaaaat’s m’ girl, just like that.”

You speed up just a bit, focusing your pressure and ministrations on the upper half of his shaft, moving the little bit of excess skin up and down his shiny pink head.

“Mmmmffhhh.” He groans through pursed lips, hips rutting forward into your touch.

Suddenly, he pushes your hand away, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to cope with the sudden loss of stimulation on his pulsing arousal.

“Knees.”

You get onto your knees, using his shoes as cushioning.

“Mouth open.”

Your jaw falls open and he wastes no time in moving himself into proper position, sheathing himself fully in your mouth.

“Ghhhohhh, s-shit.”

You’re choking right off the bat, shoulders shaking with each violent cough.

“Yeah, take it. Gon’ make ye choke on me, shove m’ cock down yer lil throat ‘till ya can’t breathe no more.”

You somehow manage to moan around him in between your gags and coughs, lungs panicked for the rough cutoff of airflow by Clyde’s length. Tears begin to swell in your eyes, soon running down your cheeks.

His eyebrows are tightly knitted in the center of his forehead, skin glistening with the beginnings of sweat as his hips rut into your cavern even quicker and rougher now.

Clyde has to physically pull himself away from your mouth, shuddering as his cock bobs and throbs angrily at the loss of friction. His hand splays out on the wall, chest heaving as he takes a moment to re-gain composure.

Then, he looks down at you, gaze sizzling your very skin.

“Up. Turn yerself ‘round n’ bend over, ass out n’ legs spread nicely.”

You put yourself into the position, wiggling your ass just a bit for play after pushing your jean shorts down, earning you a harsh smack across your newly-exposed skin. He smirks when you squeal softly, giving himself a few lazy strokes as he steps up behind you, lips instantly attacking your neck.

“Yer gon’ walk outta ‘ere with all o’ my marks on your neck, hickeys n’ bite marks. Maybe then everyone’ll understand who it is ya belong t’."

His chin digs into your shoulder, then he’s thrusting forward, filling you up and stretching you out to the max. You gasp, eyelids fluttering as your eyes roll into the back of your skull.

“Ohhhhh.”

He groans into your ear, chin digging into your shoulder as he begins fucking you fast and hard. There’s nothing gentle or romantic about this union; it’s hunger and wanting, it’s pure carnal lust.

Tears quickly swell up in your eyes at the sweet pleasure currently surging through your body, tickling every nerve ending and igniting every pleasure center. 

It’s humid in the club, the bathroom no exception and already, a sheen of sweat has formed on the surface of your skin. Clyde’s good hand takes an even firmer hold on the meat of your hips, hips thrusting at an impossibly fast pace.

“G’damnit, wrapped ‘round m-me so tight, fffuck Y/N. Such a lil’ cccunt, love shovin’ m’ b-big cock in ya, ssssplittin’ ya right in half--christ.”

You love how his accent gets thicker and thicker at times like this, so much so that sometimes you can’t even make sense of what he’s saying. It’s adorable.

“Mmm, C-Clyde! Please baby, please mmmake me cum!”

His lips latch onto the side of your neck, sucking as hard as they possibly can while he reaches around to rub your clit with the cool metal digits of his prosthetic. 

Your hips instantly grind down on him, a shaky gasp leaving your lips. “Ohh god, mmmmmfffuck--right there! Yes, yes, Clyde!”

“Say y-yer mine.” He growls into your ear, panting. “Tell everyone who ya bbbelong to. Scream ma name w-when ya cum.”

“Y-Yours, all yours, Clyde. I’m yours!” You whimper. 

Clyde fucks you with everything he’s got, biting into your skin and sucking more of the flesh until you’re littered with marks. It’s not long before you’re tumbling over the edge, body trembling as you release all over his shaft with a shout of his name.

“Clyde! C-Clyde, fuck!”

Not long after you, Clyde falls over the edge, desperately rutting and fucking each drop of his hot load deep into your spasming cunt.

“Y/N, g’damnit...fuuuckin’ s-shit!”

Both of you are rendered breathless as you come down from your respective highs. His lips and tongue gently soothe the harsh bites and bruises that have been left behind in his wake. 

He sighs softly when he pulls out, helping you pull your shorts back up before tucking himself back into his pants. When you turn around, he crashes his lips into yours, hands resting gently on your hips. 

“‘m real sorry fer that, Y/N; dunno what got int’ me. I didn’t hurt ya, did I?”

You smile, cradling his face in your hands. “Clyde, there is no need to apologize or feel bad for that. You know if I was uncomfortable, I would’ve stopped you or said something. I loved it, more than I probably should have, and I love you.”

His lips tug up into a soft, lopsided smile, relief flooding across his expression.

“I love ya too, Y/N, so, so much. Thank ya fer puttin’ up with me n’ bein’ mine.”

“No ‘thank you’ necessary, baby. I’m yours, always yours.”

Clyde grins, pulling you in for a hug as he repeats your words out loud.

“All mine.”

[chaotically-cas]

The gangs names in each other’s phones

Darry’s phone:

Sodapop’s best friend

Ponyboy 🙄

Sodapop 🥤

Johnnycake

Dallas fucking winston

Keith 💋

Steve’s phone:

My Lil Pepsi Cola 🙈🍑💕

Two Bitch

Johnny Cade 😎

Dallas 🤬

Superman 🦸‍♂️

P*nyb*y 🖕

Soda’s phone:

Big bro 😎✊🏽

Lil bro ✊🏽👀

Main Hoe 👅💄

Mr. Matthews

Jahni

He who shall not be named

Dallas’s phone:

Jahni cake 💋👅🍑🍑

Steven

Vanilla Fanta

Darrel monkey man

Keithy weithy

Ponybitch

Johnny’s phone:

Dallas ‘simp’ Winston 💕

Sodapop :)

Steven :/

Darry!!! ✨

Two Bit 🙄

Bestie 🧎🏻‍♂️😊😇

Two Bit’s phone:

Dar Bear 🧸💕

Soda 🥤

Johnny 🕺🏽

Stevie 🕴

Ponykid 🐎

Dal 👺

This is lazy I didn’t try

[countessofbiscuit]

What are your Bobasoka headcanons? I've already gone through all of the (criminally little) fic on ao3 and I especially loved Smothered and Covered, and I saw the majority of the fics in the tag were gifted to you so I'm assuming you're the OG shipper. Feel free to essay if you like!!

Thanks for the ask and kind words about that fic :3 

Oh, Bobasoka … where to begin? It’s a pairing that’s been bumping around in exchange requests for a few years — I figure it’d be easy for anyone invested in Ahsoka’s relationship with the clones to be compelled by the idea. Lledra used to draw Boba and Ahsoka interacting, and it was probably a few panels of their incredible Destinies comic that set my Bobasoka wheels turning. I’m also drawn to them because their journeys traverse so much canon; there’s not just a sandbox to play in, but a whole goddamn stretch of beach, stretching far out into the horizon ...  (#AhsokaLives #BobaSurvived :D)

I have to lead with the proviso that almost everything I write/daydream about/headcanon has a groundsheet of Rexsoka. Ahsoka’s interest in Boba, in my head, is intimately tied up with her attraction to and/or relationship with Rex — or, at the bare minimum, her intimate fellowship with the clones. She went through puberty (maybe with heats!) surrounded by a literal army of handsome, roughly college-aged dudes; that must’ve been a heady mix of heaven and hell. If she didn’t quench her thirst before war’s end and her (eventual) separation from Rex, she’d probably be pretty dehydrated when stumbling across Boba. As for Boba’s attraction to Ahsoka, well ... she’s very pretty, she’s potentially useful, she’s not likely to skewer him in his sleep (+2) on account of being a Jedi (-1), and now she’s the one down on her luck; if he falls in bed with anyone, why not this girl who isn’t afraid of him and stares a lot at his lips?                         

And Boba is like a hot shipping potato — satisfying, hard to fuck up, goes well (read: makes for an intriguing story) with almost everyone. And I think it has everything to do with his liminality, something he shares with Ahsoka and probably recognizes.          

Their neither-this-nor-that-ness overlap in such interesting ways, and they each bring their identity issues to the table — Ahsoka as an on-again, off-again Jedi; Boba as a clone who isn’t a Clone™, a Mandalorian by birth and bearing, but not by the book. At different points in their stories, they identify as different things, and that would affect their headspace and color their view of the other. They wrestle with themselves and each other. Force-user and bounty hunter; privileged topsider and orphaned juvenile delinquent fugitive; GAR commander and outcast clone; Jedi and Mandalorian; Disillusioned veteran and disaffected army brat; Rebellion agent and Imperial contractor.

And as much conflict is baked into these dynamics, it also generates a certain magnetism; and I believe they recognize, on some level, their shared trauma and the symmetry in their experiences. Boba and Ahsoka both have happy childhoods with very little to distress or vex them (beyond the art, I do not jive with Age of Republic: Jango Fett, a Disney-canon comic that not only doubles-down on the Jango-wasn’t-Mando nonsense, but shows him being rather cavalier about Boba’s life); Geonosis happens and their adolescent lives are dominated by war (which is how they came to actively threaten each other as space!secondary-schoolers — whaaaaatf!); they are both dubiously (even wrongfully) imprisoned; and they both suffer alienation and incredible personal loss.  

Boba was set apart from the clones before he was even pulled him from the jar, othered and elevated from the beginning. He never bonded with brothers, he does not identify as a clone. And while there are examples of clones making overtures to him, canonically his relationship with them is fraught and probably made worse when he gets banged up in Republic Central at the tender age of eleven or twelve — and of course, Ahsoka is an accessory to this, the second chapter in his tragedy at the hands of the Jedi. He needed help (whether he wanted it or not), it was not given by clones or Jedi alike (hamstrung by bureaucracy, sure, but surely some other means of intervention might have been lobbied for?), and Boba becomes a right teenage disaster, well-balanced only in the sense that he has a chip on both shoulders.

(n.b. Putting my RepComm hat on for a second, I can’t help but sniffle-laugh at the idea that the Alphas watched him get thrown in a maximum-security slammer and were like “Ah, there he is, the feral vod’ika. First time, we’ll let the little snot earn his stripes. Second time, we’ll bust him out and send him on a tough love retreat with A’den or Jaing.”)

Ahsoka, meanwhile, is part-and-parcel of the institutions that Boba sets himself against, even after she too has been cast out by circumstances beyond her control. She grows up in a supportive Jedi community and then spends some seriously formative years with a whole slew of brothers — brothers that should have been Boba’s! 

Boba, on the other hand, is a great example of the proverb that a child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. (As he tells Hondo, “Why should I help anybody? I’ve got no one.”) 

The resentment that must create! But also, later, the quiet empathy too — maybe when Boba’s having one of his better days and Ahsoka’s obviously not. 

And all of the above is interesting enough, without also touching upon the wildcard that is Mandalore.

Boba’s relationship with Mandalore .... well, that’s contested in- and out-of-universe and I won’t allow myself to essay overmuch. I subscribe firmly to a Mandalorian Fetts construction of canon, even though Boba must be someone who struggles mightily with Mandalorian identity. He’s raised by a bona fide Mando, a solicitous, loving father who’d have no reason not to pass on his language and beliefs; but at the same time, it takes that village, and when Boba’s clan of two is shattered, he has no one else. The loss of his dad unmoors him from his only anchor to Mandalorian culture and clan.

If Boba had been close to the Cuy’val Dar, one would think he’d have turned to them rather than fall in with Jango’s criminal acquaintances; or maybe the bounty hunters just scooped him up first, and troubled lil’ Boba was shepherded through bereavement by folks who enabled and encouraged him to externalize his anger in a way that gave him a (false) feeling of agency and strength. 

Whatever the reasons, Boba does not repatriate himself to Mandalore (much to Fenn Shysa’s melodramatic dismay). He strikes me as a lapsed Mandalorian; he doesn’t exactly follow the creed besides wearing the armor (scavenged? his dad’s sans helmet? canon is confused on this point, but he doesn’t go Mando until the unfinished arcs at the end of TCW, either for lack of stature, lack of armor, or lack of enthusiasm). I feel like if someone rocked up to Boba in a cantina and had the balls to ask “hey, so you a Mandalorian?” Boba would be like “<ominously slow helmet tilt> who’s asking” and never give you a straight answer.

Meanwhile, Ahsoka gets a crash course on Mandalore from none other than someone who, at one point, belonged to a sect that wanted to expunge Jaster’s legacy from the galaxy — and at the very least, had reason to dislike clones. This isn’t the place to explore my Boba/Bo-Katan feelings, but know that they are fathomless, and I would pay good money to be a fly on the wall of that Kom’rk when Bo-Katan gives Ahsoka Mando History 101 with her own special sauce. Ahsoka is probably more up-to-speed on Mandalore than Boba, and at one point, she may even own more beskar than him! (n.b. After the crash, I think one of the first places Rex and Ahsoka bounce is just inside Mando space, to scope out the Sundari situation and maybe try to scramble a signal to Bo-Katan; she’d have the goodwill to at least get them back on their feet if she can’t help them lay low herself. For a variety of reasons worth maybe ficcing down the line, they aren’t successful.)

I don’t really have a concluding statement except, I just think Bobasoka’s neat :) They hit all my depressed-Millennial buttons.

Headcanon by bullet-point isn’t really my style, but this is tumblr so ... tl;dr:

They recognize a lot in each other, even if they’re slow to admit it, if ever. Boba’s a cagey bastard and Ahsoka doesn’t ever like him enough to be emotionally honest.

They bump into each other during Ahsoka’s walkabout(s) ‘cause Coruscant’s Underworld ain’t big enough for the two of them. Without Slave-1, Boba couchsurfs at Nyx Okami’s garage, but he does his laundry at Rafa’s. He might even borrow the Martez’s new, useful friend for a job or two. 

Ahsoka eventually matures enough to be sensitive about her use of the Force on and around clones, and she definitely doesn’t use it around Boba. Definitely not during sex.

Boba is privately weirded out every time Ahsoka uses Mando slang she picked up off the clones or the Nite Owls.

Boba absolutely kills Cad Bane in that shoot-out, keeps the hat, and lets Ahsoka have it. She shoves it out the airlock and uses it for target practice. 

So many great smut flavours! Hatesex. Acquaintances with benefits. “You’re traumatized and touch-starved and you look just like him/them, and I know how to be gentle and what to do, so maybe we could … ?” They’re both privately comfortable with their bodies and sexuality, but Boba’s got trust issues a parsec long and Ahsoka’s lost confidence; it’s always an awkward affair, but desperation wins out.

They exchange comm codes every time they run into each other, which is kind of pointless because they both use burners.

Ahsoka hitches a ride on Slave-1 more than once. There really is only one bed, so it’s either sleep upright, sleep in a pokey prisoner hold, or sleep with him.

For a few years, Boba can pass as a last-generation clone — the ones that got sold off in bulk units to slavers before Kamino sunk another three years’ food, board, and training into them. Boba pretends he doesn’t notice, easy to really, since he tells himself his helmet is his face. But occasionally, when Ahsoka can convince him there’s profit in it, he agrees to play sleeper agent and assists in liberating a few here and there. 

They don’t talk about Aurra Sing.

When an Imp really crosses him, Boba passes on intel to Ahsoka to ruin their day.

Once, when they’re both super skint, Ahsoka volunteers to get handed in to some relatively minor and out-of-the-way Imperial garrison, so Boba can collect, bust her out, and split the pot with her. It’s the closest she ever comes to telling him “I trust you” — and when he brushes the idea aside, citing something about risk, it’s the closest he ever comes to telling her “I love you.”

Boba sees Inquisitors as muscling in on his game. There are so many lousy Force-users around nowadays, it should be easy pickings, but Inquisitors get privileged information. So he makes sport out of misdirecting them, especially from Ahsoka. 

When he pisses her off, Ahsoka fantasizes about Bo-Katan taking Boba down a peg or two while she watches :)))

Boba experienced Ahsoka’s heat once, secondhand through a cabin wall. He thought he was being clever by shooting Rex up with some Nevoota stim pollen, locking him in with Ahsoka, and hijacking their locked ships. Longest three days of his life, limping on broken hyperdrives and shared fuel stores to the nearest waystation to a soundtrack of violent lovemaking : \

Bounty hunters invariably bump into spies and agents because they work in the same areas. The agents pretend to be bounty hunters, eccentric business people, sex workers, or a range of other things. Sometimes each party knows all about the other, but it’s only polite not to mention it. This happens to Ahsoka and Boba A LOT, especially once she becomes Fulcrum; rebel cells and Imperials often want the same people. Occasionally they exchange fire. A couple times Boba gets imprisoned in Ahsoka’s own brig. Once, Boba blows her cover and definitely lives to regret it. 

(this essay was originally punctuated with pics, but replies with images won’t show up tumblr tags so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) 

[the-outsiders-blogg]

(I came up with this idea at 3am so bear with me here) continuing on with the theatre kid stuff, how would the gang react to the reader getting casted on a touring cast and how would they react to them being gone for so long on the road?

Awe omg love this ok

Ofc everyone would miss you very much but at the same time they’d be really happy for you

When you first told them you got casted they’d be so happy for you! They’d get everyone together to celebrate

The three amigos get so drunk but anyways

Everyone would be super happy at the lil party thing except Johnny, who’s sitting in the corner quietly

You’re like “what’s wrong Johnny?”

And he’s just like “I’m gonna miss you, that’s all.” 🥺🥺🥺

Nobody really realized how long I’d be gone for and how much they’d miss you

When you first left everyone came to see you off ;)

Ponyboy gives you a book to read while you’re on the road

You send them all postcards which they read together, they like to see all the places you’ve been

(It’s hard for them to write to you though bc you’re never in one place for too long when you’re on tour)

One time Dal took Buck’s car to come see one of your shows that was like an hour or two away from Tulsa

He got backstage and snuck up on you like that Dwight Angela meme

He may have slept through the show but it doesn’t matter cuz it’s the thought that counts right

When you have a show in Tulsa you get everyone tickets and they all come!

Dar even time takes off from work to come see you perform

You act your heart out at the Tulsa performance because you know your family is there watching you 🥺

Soda buys you flowers and tHROWS them on stage at the end (he likes throwing things)

Steve and Two Bit cheer embarrassingly loud but you love it

You give everyone hugs after the performance and show them backstage

Honestly ur close to tears cuz you missed them sm

[your-iron-lung]

La Chasse au Loup - 3

available to read on AO3 HERE

Story Synopsis: All things considered, there’s a lot of strange things a man could find in the back-bush of his own farm, rural as it may be. Some of it he could be aware of and do his best to work around, but a lot of it went so far under the radar it almost wasn’t worth thinking about. Mostly it was animals- a goat or a sheep that hadn’t been bedded down proper wandered out overnight and didn't wander back come morning. Turned up the next day in the bush in a strange, disemboweled sort of way.

It's coyotes that do it, Wayne reasoned. Wolves, maybe, but whatever it was it certainly wasn't anything living under his very nose.

Chapter Word Count: 2970

Pairings: (background, minimal) Wayne/Daryl

Genre: Dark/black comedy with a lil bit of drama

Next Chapter: Unavailable

Previous Chapter: 1, 2

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THE BUSH

All things considered, there were a lot of strange things a man could find in the back-bush of his own farm, rural as it may be. Some of it he could be aware of and do his best to work around, but a lot of it went so far under the radar it almost wasn’t worth thinking about. (The incident with finding the cannabis plants first came to mind whenever Wayne had the hindsight to think back on it).

Mostly it was animals- a goat or a sheep that hadn’t been bedded down proper wandered out overnight and didn't wander back come morning. Turned up the next day in the back-bush in a strange, disemboweled sort of way, with its limbs all askew and guts just hanging out in the brush like they were only meant to take in the sun for a quick minute before coming back to the barn.

It's coyotes that did it, Wayne reasoned. Wolves, maybe, taking advantage of Dary’s own incompetence for forgetting to lock the livestock in at night. Forgetful as Dary was (or wasn’t; he was always quick to insist that he  did  bed them down and locked them in proper whenever they found one out there, but if that were true, how’d they wind up dead out in the bush then, eh, big shoots?), that’s why it eventually became so important to grab a chair, a rifle, a best bud and go out there to thin down the local population a bit to discourage that kind of gore from turning up. It was nice to be outdoors, and nicer still to earn $65 a coyote tail, but even so, sometimes things turned up in the back-bush in that strange, disemboweled sort of way that didn’t always look like it  could  be the work of a coyote or wolf.

Like that one time they found a human hand out there, lying casually in the shade of a wild blackberry bush like whoever it’d been attached to had simply been caught berry-picking and left it behind in a hurry. Uncleanly severed at the wrist, its pale fingertips were stained purple from blood loss and berry residue and unfortunately had to be wrested from Stormy’s strong jaw before she could run off with it. 

They hadn’t found the rest of whoever the hand had belonged to, but the hand alone was enough to leave a bad taste in Wayne’s mouth, though it was one he didn’t have to swallow if he didn’t pay too much attention to it. And anyway, if the authorities they’d called in to deal with it weren’t worried about it, then Wayne didn’t see much of a reason to fret over it either.

“We’ll get to the bottom if it,” they’d assured him, but they never got back to him on whether or not they ever did.

So, all things considered, Wayne knew firsthand about the strange things a man could find in the back-bush of his own farm, but it still took him by surprise when he and Dary stumbled upon the latest oddity his land had to offer.

A moose- specifically, a big old bull, lying dead on its side in the snow with one antler broken roughly in half and its guts torn viciously away from its stomach like something hadn’t just been trying to find a meal, but had been trying to dig its way  in  . They both stared at the carnage in repressed awe, because the only thing dumb enough to try and take down a  full grown bull moose  was likely a Canada goose, and even though those beautiful fowl were tougher than nails with teeth on their tongues, there was no way in hell a Canada goose was capable of taking down anything bigger than a Gus-sized dog when it came right down to it.

The corpse alone was intimidating. The sheer, archaic  size of it. The fact that one of its antlers lied half-buried in the snow, fractured in half and splintered, indicated that whatever killed it had power. Strength to not just kill it, but to maim it viciously in the process. As he came to understand this, Wayne subconsciously gripped the butt of his rifle just a little bit tighter.

Beside him, Dary turned his head to spit, but he didn’t take his eyes off the ruination of that great big moose.

“What’ya reckon’s done that, Wayne?” he asked, and he was either nervous or tired or an uneasy combination of both, because there was a tightness to Dary’s voice that cut into his nonchalance and managed to get Wayne to spare him a quick look of contemplation.

He wanted to say coyote, maybe, or a wolf, more than likely, but he knew well enough that it couldn’t have been either of those things, and knew that Dary knew that, too. Creatures like that were too small, and who’d ever heard of a  coyote getting after a moose? Not savage enough, even on the off chance they’d gone rabid and the moose was sick or something. They didn’t have claws nearly big enough to shred open the side of a moose like that anyway, because whatever tore into it had hollowed it out almost completely.

A bear then  , he reasoned to himself, although given that it was the dead of winter and any bear capable of disemboweling a moose was probably tucked away in its den, sleeping the cold away, hardly bothered enough to decimate a moose.  A moose.

Coyote, wolf, or bear, though- all three would’ve eaten more than just its guts, which were left in long, wet tendrils strewn across the snow like big pink worms.

“Dunno, Dar,” he eventually said slowly. He stood there looking puzzled, because there weren’t any tracks in the thick snow for him to make a fair assessment of what could’ve happened, but he tried not to let it show too much. “But if it starts comin’ round near the house, it’ll be trouble.”

Dary grunted in affirmation and hocked another spit, pulling the phlegm into his throat with a gross wet sound. He licked his lips afterwards. He couldn’t take his eyes off the corpse.

“Better find it before it gets there, then,” he said after a long moment.

“That’s the biggest Texas sized 10-4 I ever heard, good buddy.”

Even so, they stood there silently, contemplating the dead moose for a long minute before hoisting up their rifles to bravely spend the day prowling about in the bush searching, tracking, dreading running into whatever butchered the moose. In the end, though, they couldn’t find even a small trace of it, whatever it was.

No prints to follow, no blood-trail towards a den; nothing. The snow around the moose had been too disturbed by whatever it’d been fighting to retain any helpful information, and they were left with nothing but the knowledge of a threat.

After the sun began to set, they crept slowly back to the farmhouse, unnerved, retreating from the darkness before they started taking potshots at shadows that started to look a little too wrong the longer they stayed out there.

They buried the corpse the morning after Wayne reported it to wildlife. It required the use of tractors and other rented machinery to get it into the earth, but once it was gone, they all felt better for it.

Except Wayne. For a man who mostly lived inside the confines of his own mind, out of sight, out of mind never really did apply to him like it did others.

The incident with the moose left him troubled and wondering. The mere suggestion that  something  large and violent enough to kill a moose was running amok on  his  property was both equal parts infuriating and terrifying.

It could get one of the dogs, if they weren’t careful. It’d already been at the sheep; why would it stop there? He resolutely did not think of Dary, alone in his trailer on the outskirts of the property and what might happen if it started sniffing around there.

Though, that was  if  it continued to hang around, which, of course it did. In the months that followed, more unexplainable gore turned up around the property, but nothing as shocking as the moose. It was small things, mostly: bloodied strips of matted fur, dismembered pieces of animals (both farm-raised and wild). The corpses that began to litter the farm, coupled with the broken sections of fencing that turned up every so often were strong enough evidence to let them all know that it was still out there and still, clearly, a problem. As if to spite him, Gus and Stormy began bringing the remains of things they found out in the fields home to him, laying them out on the back porch and staining the wood dark with blood and rot and reminding him, constantly, that he couldn’t  find the damn thing.  

It worried him that there was something so unknown out there. He wasn’t used to having problems he couldn’t outright deal with, but no one who knew anything about what was going on at the farm could make heads or tails of it. If it was a degen he could fight them and get them to fuck off with his fists, but as it was, they couldn’t even figure out  what  it was they were dealing with.

Just something strange, out there in the bush.

We’ll get to the bottom of it, the authorities had assured him.

But had they? Had the authorities actually done anything at all?

With the rash of recent animal deaths around the farm, they started to keep the dogs inside at night, and some of Katy’s favourite barn cats, too.

As troubling as it all was, though, it wasn’t like they found something out there every day, or even every week (aside from what the dogs sniffed out and brought home); for the most part, the back-bush remained barren. Empty, except for the occasional degen or worm-picker they have to chase off the property for fear of finding their bodies out there one day.

There were long periods of days where livestock went untouched. Sometimes, even weeks passed where no wildlife turned up in that strange, disemboweled sort of way they’d all started to get used to, and life progressed at its usual, slow, small-town pace, until a month or so later when it all began happening again. Something strange. Something disemboweled. Something that, again, left no trace of ever having been there at all, except for the ruined corpse it often left behind that had them all scratching their heads in its wake.

We’ll get to the bottom of it.

Staring down at the bloodied remains of not one, not two, but  three  maimed coyotes, two of them dead, one still barely hanging on, breathing hard and whimpering for mercy, Wayne felt his frustrations reach a peak. All three of the coyotes have been practically torn to pieces, yes,  pieces , and the words of that first initial assurance begin to repeat themselves in his head:

Don’t trouble yourself over it, Wayne. We’ll get to the bottom of it.

“Fuck’s sake,” he muttered, and turned away to squint off into the horizon, squaring his jaw as he internalized his frustrations in order to pretend he couldn’t hear the agonized whines of that poor coyote.

“Wayne, buddy, I hate to say it, but I think you might have a real problem on your hands here.” Dary’s face was drawn tight and pinched with exhaustion. He’d grown jaded to it; they all had, but even so he looked miserably tired. Drained in a way that suggested he’d had a rough night out at the ‘rippers or something.

The rough, unshaven scruff of a wiry beard around his jaw had Wayne do a double take, wondering when Dary’s facial hair had taken to forming anything but sporadic, unformed pre-pubescent patches.

“Well, you don’t fuckin’ say,” Wayne responded tersely as he unstrapped the gun from his shoulder. He lined up the rifle to the head of the injured coyote and held it there unwaveringly until it died on its own with one long exhalation.

Dary didn’t make any further comments. He scratched the fuzz lining his face unaware and followed Wayne around for the rest of the day as they made arrangements to bury the coyotes, sectioning off yet another piece of land that was quickly growing full of animal corpses.

And then, normalcy. Farming. Spending the evenings at MoDeans, as though a few rounds of Puppers would save them from their problem. Rumors grew about the goings on at the farm; (‘Bad gas travels fast in a small town’, someone’s always saying), despite their efforts to quell them. They hadn’t been keeping the animal carnage that had been taking place a secret, not exactly, but once enough people started hearing about it, word began spreading that maybe one of the dogs he reared had gone full Cujo, causing the produce stand’s success to take a hard financial hit, and Wayne’s frustrations only ever grew.

After the failing return to normalcy, a body.

Except, it wasn’t an animal this time.

“Jesus Christ,” Dary said, in a panicked way that meant, ‘Oh fuck buddy, we’ve stumbled onto something really terrible here’. He turned around and immediately threw up, and the sound of Dary’s sickness paired with what he was looking at was enough to make Wayne’s stomach start to turn sour too.

It was a person- a  whole person; not just a hand this time. Unrecognizable, but dead and disemboweled all the same.

“Oh fuck, Wayne.” Dary choked out his name like a whimper as he wiped the spit off his chin, turning back to face the body, his eyes wide as he tried to identify it. “Is that- is that one of the  skids ?”

It was bound to happen , Wayne thought idly to himself amidst Dary’s panic. The only thing left to discover out there short of another fucked up moose was a fucked up man, but even so it was shocking.

There were whole chunks missing; huge bites torn out of this man’s body that were much too large to fit into the mouth of a wolf or coyote, or even a bear. Wayne stared down at the corpse and remembered the words of the police the last time they’d been around:  we’ll get to the bottom of it.

Well, they hadn’t. They hadn’t done fuck-all, from the looks of it.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor, Dary, there’s work to be done here,” he said icily, trying to channel a firmer constitution before turning away from the body with a concise, jerky movement. Anger, fear, and disgust bitterly powered through his veins, because when it came right down to it, the authorities  hadn’t gotten to the bottom of anything.

They  hadn’t, but  he  would.

With Daryl in tow, Wayne stalked back to the farmhouse with dark purpose, a plan of action already beginning to take form in his mind as they stepped into the wide opening of the barn.

“I won’t ask you to be my accomplice in this,” he said as he stood amidst the hay and a tractor, looking around briefly before taking hold of a shovel. He looked at Daryl, who was pale and clearly frightened, but seemed to already know what edict Wayne was about to lay out. “Now, I’m going to bury this man, and if you think I oughta do somethin’ different about it, well, then you’d better fuck off now. You can report me to the authorities if you like, but I think by now you and I know that nothing’s going to get accomplished that way.

“Whatever’s going on here requires more attention then they can spare, and if we don’t figure something out it’s only going to get worse.” Mental images of his dogs and friends and Katy lying out there dead and mauled rose to the forefront of his mind. “I don’t know what the fuck’s out there, but I’m willing to find out and could use the help, if you’d be so willing to lend it.”

Dary eyed the shovel in Wayne’s hand nervously, the implications of what he was saying mulling around in his mind uneasily until a stoic form of clarity stole over his face. His eyes hardened with resolve as he grabbed hold of a pickaxe lying up against the barn wall. “You know, I’d likely follow you into Hell if you asked me to,” Dary said with grim contemplation, feeling the weight of the pickaxe’s handle in his hands, his injury no longer plaguing him as it once did.

Wayne thought he did know, but felt it would’ve been too soft to say so.

Well, that’s why I asked.

“Some things are better left unsaid, good buddy,” he replied instead. He felt both relieved and full of divine purpose all at once as he gripped the wooden shovel’s handle tightly. “I’ll tell Katy after the fact so she won’t be held accountable to anything, if we get found out. Dan too, I think. Fuck, with all the bodies around here maybe we’ll let him start a garden; might take well with all the natural fertilizer and such.”

“Sounds like you’re gearing us up to be like Scooby-Doo and the Blues Clues gang here,” Dary said with a crooked, inappropriate grin.

“Those are two different things, Dar,” Wayne said sullenly before turning his steely gaze back out towards the bush, where something strange and disemboweled lay waiting to be put to rest. “But I’ll let it slide if I get to be Fred.”

“Ain’t no one else among us with a big enough neck to fill out that kerchief, super chief.”

[darbiebot]

Other Echos

“Come to us”

A buzzing in her ear, she’d already forgotten what it was, blinking back sleep as stretched out in bed, her reckless movements pelting her spouse in the shoulder, eliciting a surprised yelp and a grumble. She chuckled gave his chin a little tickle under his beard, before throwing on a robe and pausing a bit to admire her slumbering husband, even in sleep his beard looked perfectly groomed as ever, draped across the bead like silk, just like his tail, lazily curled around his long, azure legs. Darlain shook her head a bit... something was...

Her stomach growled, she shrugged, shaking off her thoughts. It was a cool morning, her bare feet felt cold as they touched the cool marble floor of her manse.... her home. She heard the sounds of creaking as the wooden floorboards strained undering the bounding clops of her daughter’s hooves as she saw the familiar beige-and-blue blur bounding for the stairs, long braids dangling back behind her.

She chuckled to herself, lazily heading for the kitchen to whip up some breakfast. She opened up the window, enjoying seeing the wind blow through the trees and the bright sun shining through the canopy, birds singing their accompaniment to the clanging of workers from the great forge, she smiled as she saw a gyrocopter being wheeled down the busy streets by a crew of workers.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a tug on her robe, then a a strange feeling on her shoulder...

Darlain awoke in a state of complete confusion, “Momma...” she heard in a singsong voice as she jumped a bit, startled. Looking over she saw Lauralei, looking a little amused. “It’s morning! I think you fell asleep reading again. Daddy said I should make you breakfast.”. She chuckled.

Dar looked down and smiled as got her bearings, looking at the scrambled eggs her daughter had made for her, complete with a glass of orange juice. Drogar was reading the news on the couch across the living room, smirking at the scene. “Aww, there’s a sweet lil’ girl. Momma’s real proud of you, deary.” she says as she ruffles her daughter’s silky black hair. ...brown... brown hair.

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[NSB HEADCANONS] - what i think darren would do while you're on your period

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pov: you got your period and your boyfriend is here to help you with this!!

warnings: mention of period, mention of blood and cramps, a little mention at the end of sex, intimacy and a lot of comfort, i think that's all

type: comfort!! (but also super wholesome lol)

member: darren liang (lildarbear)

this man would be so happy to make your week more pleasant

darren be like "you got your period????? YAYYY!!"

this man would be happy because he could *finally* give you all the attention and comfort you deserve

he would give you more hugs, kisses and attention than usual

if you want it and are comfortable with that, ofc

he did some researches to help you.. isn't he cute?

when he saw you, on your bed, your arms all over your tummy, he felt super bad :( he know he can't really do anything about it, but he thought it wasn't fair for you to feel pain for a whole week :(

he bought you a magic bag (if you don't know what it is, it's basically a bag with (i think) rice in it that you can heat up and it help with cramps and pain!), who's soothing relief of aches and pains!

(the rest of the headcanon under the cut!)

he would have bought some medicine to relieve the pain and cramps

and some gummies!! (if you like these, ofc! otherwise, just imagine it's your fav candy)

he also looked for the best kind of chocolate to eat during our period and bought it (because there are some kinds we shouldn't eat during our period because if we do, our cramps will be worse or something like that)

he would massage your belly if you're comfortable with that and stay with you until your pain is gone

"it's okay, baby, i'm here! just breathe"

he would give you a hug

"come here, you.. i want to give you a hug"

"ACCEPT MY HUGGIES, BABY!!"

"fine, i'll leave you alone. don't hesitate to text me if you need anything, okay? i'll be out with the boys"

nah but for real.. can we talk about darren's hugs? they seem super comfortable and nice?? like, this man know how to give great hugs

if you're the person who love taking bath during your period (btw fun fact: water stops the blood! so if you take a showers or bath, the blood will stop haha), he would run it for you

AAAANNNDDD because you're his s/o, he would add bubbles in it (if you like it)

he's so adorable and caring

he would hold your hand

and give you a forehead kiss

and he would say "if i could, i would have taken away all your cramps and all your pain so that you could feel a little better."

if you think he wouldn't help you because of the blood, know that you are lying because this man would literally do not care at all. sure, it's not his thing to play with blood and all, but he does not care if you stained the bed, if you did some blood on the sheet, he do not care at all.

you miss pads?? he's going to get you some

craving ice creams? he's going to get you some

even though, he would like to make you stay in the bed all day and to take care of you, he doesn't mind you being active or walking around the house. i don't know how to explain it, i'm sorry-

like if he see you're in the kitchen, he would just ask if you're okay and if you need something at the supermarket and things like that

but he wouldn't mind cuddling with you and watching movies, or even cooking!

talking about cooking… he would make you food just because he knows that cramps are no fun and he would be afraid that you would have cramps if you moved :( IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT HELP- i hope you guys can understand what i'm trying to say but he would be scared that if you moved of your comfortable position, cramps would come back

he also want to cook for you because he loves you and he LOVES seeing your face when you eat what he made for you. it always make him super happy and all

he just want you to be okay and to be happy

no pain, no problem

and of course, to end this headcanon, we could not finish without talking about s3x

because that's darren!!

we know darren, we watch nsb's videos, we know how is he...

so just know that he would be available for you for that kind of thing

like he doesn't mind you waking him up at 3 in the morning for that kind of thing

so if you're the type to be h0rny on your period, know that he doesn't really care about it :)

sure, for him, he think it smell, but otherwise, he doesn't mind

to conclude this headcanon, i think darren liang would be the type to help you and be there for you during your period :))

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Feelings

Prompt: Noam Dar smut where reader is jealous of his storyline with Alicia so he shows her who he belongs to and that he only loves her. (slight bdsm if possible) - not sure if requester wanted to be named because I received this through private message. :)

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*

I grimaced and shifted uncomfortably as I watched Noam profess his love to Alicia. Again.

It was starting to be a weekly thing. For some reason, some members of Creative loved the idea of them as a duo and were constantly pushing the relationship into every one of his segments. She hung out by the ring during his matches, something that made me extremely jealous. She got to celebrate his wins with him. He would wrap his arm around her and occasionally kiss her on the cheek.

I knew all of it was technically “fake” and “a storyline”. I also knew that Alicia was happily in her own relationship. I just couldn’t help but feel jealousy when I watched Noam. He seemed to be enjoying it a little too much. Maybe I was mistaken. Maybe I was just a crazy girlfriend. Whatever the case, I was unhappy with the entire scenario.

Noam led Alicia up the ramp, hand in hand, as his segment with Rich ended. Once they got backstage, Alicia immediately parted from him and headed down the hallway.

I watched as he walked toward me, still pouting by the television monitor.

“What’s wrong wit ya?” he furrowed his brow immediately “Somethin’ happen while I was out there?”

“No,” I answered quickly, my eyes falling to my feet.

“Yer a pretty lil’ liar sweethar’, but you’re still bein’ a liar,” he tilted my chin up with his finger.

“It’s nothing,” I narrowed my eyes, aware of everyone around us “We’ll talk about it later.”

He wasn’t satisfied with that answer, but he nodded.

“I’ll go get ma tings’ and then we’ll be on our way, huh?”

I forced a smile and watched him disappear down the hall.

*

The ride to the hotel was uncomfortable.

Noam tried to make small talk, keenly aware there was a bigger problem below the surface. I assumed he didn’t want to have a gigantic argument in the car, which suited me fine.

I had met Noam a year ago. The Cruiserweight Classic was just starting to come together, and as part of Creative, I was in charge of choosing the talent that would compete.

I took a trip with Triple H and a few others to Europe to scout wrestlers abroad. We had found Noam and immediately knew he had to be involved. He was charismatic and talented and had the ‘it’ factor that we always looked for in our picks.

We built up a solid friendship during the early days, lots of meetings and gym days, that I had to be around for.

Right before the competition began, he asked me on a date. I happily accepted and things had progressed from there.

Now, I was riding shotgun in our rental car and internally fuming with anger at him.

“Ya gonna answer me, love?”

“What? I snipped at him, not even realizing I was doing it until it came out of my mouth.

“Nothin’,” he shook his head, pressing down harder on the gas pedal.

*

Once we got into the room, I tossed my purse on the side table and sat down on the edge of the bed. I gripped the duvet with my fingers, shifting the fabric nervously between them.

“Ya gonna tell me now?” Noam threw his bag on the floor and shrugged off his jacket “Tell me wha’ tha hell I did ta piss ya off?”

“Do you have feelings for Alicia?” I asked immediately, standing up to face him.

“Wha?” he laughed in surprise “Where in tha hell did ya get an idea like that?”

“You seem to like touching her…A lot,” I folded my arms across my chest.

“It’s wha’ they tell me ta do!” he finally raised his voice, arms thrown out to his sides.

“Yeah, well you’re damn good at your job!” I spat, turning and walking into the bathroom.

I flipped on the light and grabbed my toothbrush off the counter, covering it in toothpaste just as he reached the doorway.

“Ya are tha most ridiculous woman I eva met,” he grumbled, passing me and turning on the shower.

I finished with my teeth and started changing out of my clothes.

“Ya gonna take a showa?” he slid his t-shirt over his shoulders.

“With you?” I turned around, left only in my underwear.

“Ya listen here,” he moved closer, his hand taking hold of my arm and pulling me toward him tightly “Tha only woman on this fuckin’ planet that I want is you. I like hearin’ ya scream ma name. I like feelin’ ya cum around ma dick. I like it when ya get on ya knees and suck my cock in ya pretty mouth. Yer tha only one I wanna fuck. Do ya understand?”

“Noam,” I whispered, my heart beating out of control.

“I love ya wit’ everythin’ I got. I don’t wan’ her. I don’t wan’ anyone. Ya understand?”

I nodded, my panties already soaked as I listened to all those words roll off his tongue.

“Now,” his eyes grew darker, pulling me mere inches from his body “Take off ya clothes and get in ‘tis showa wit me.”

I nodded, sliding my underwear and bra off as fast as I could. He was already naked, the warm water running down his body, when I stepped inside.

Noam walked toward me, pressing my back against the cold shower wall. His hands roamed over my naked body and he groaned, as he pushed his knee between mine.

“I belong ta ya,” he hissed near my ear “And ya belong ta me.”

I moaned, when his lips finally found mine. He was being very dominant, which was unlike him. Usually, we were equal in the bedroom but right now he was in complete control.

He ran his thumb along my chin and when our mouths pulled away, the thumb traced up to my lower lip. He stared into my eyes as he slid across it and he grinned.

“Ya mouth gets ya in all kinds a trouble ma love,” he pushed his thumb slowly between my lips “Perhaps it’s best if ya have somethin’ in it.”

I sucked his finger into my mouth, closing my red lips around it. He pushed it in and out slowly.

“That’s it,” he laughed, a dark and dirty sound I wasn’t used to.

Finally, he pulled the digit away and put his hands on my shoulders.

“Go on,” he cocked his chin up beckoningly “Get on ya knees fer me.”

Noam had never took control like this and I was exhilarated by it. I sank down to the tile floor, water swirling around our feet. His dick was hard against his leg and I took hold of him in my hand.

“Did I tell ya that ya could touch me yet?” he reached down and jerked my face upward.

“No,” I managed to squeak out.

“Ya know why I’m gonna let ya touch me?” he asked, as he cupped my face in his hands.

I shook my head, my hair now completely wet and clinging to my shoulders.

“Cause yer tha only one I let do it,” he gripped my face tighter “Tha only one that I eva will….Nobody sucks me off like ya do, ma sweet lil princess.

His breathing was increasing and I could see the excitement in his eyes.

“Now,” he guided the back of my head toward his waiting dick “Prove me right.”

I opened my lips and he immediately thrusted inside of it so hard that I thought I would choke. I managed to keep myself in check and once I realized how rough he was going to be, I relaxed my throat as much as I could. Each time he pounded past my lips, it got more intense.

I looked up into his eyes and I could see how turned on he was by his newfound control. I tightened my lips around him, the friction making slurping noises escape my mouth with every thrust of his hips.

He grunted above me and slid out, backing away slowly.

“Get on ya feet,” he commanded and I did as I was told.

He reached behind him and turned the water off.

I followed Noam out of the shower and back into the bedroom. His hands grabbed my hips and he threw me onto the bed. I lay there, gasping for breath, as I watched him move over to his suitcase. His hands fumbled inside and he came out with two neckties.

He crawled over me, drops of water dripping off his naked body onto me. The first tie he wrapped around my wrists, securing it with two knots.

“I want ya ta feel me when I fuck ya,” he ran his tongue across his lips “Feel how good I make ya feel, how good ya make me feel.”

He reached out and tied the other one over my eyes. Everything was completely dark.

I felt his warm tongue sliding down my throat and his hands massaging my breasts, all while he straddled me.

He moved further down and his breath blew across my nipples. I felt them harden even more.

“Ya got tha only pair a tits I wanna suck on,” he raked his nails across my stomach “An’ baby, I wanna suck on ‘em all tha time.”

I felt his mouth close around one nipple, it was incredibly sensitive from arousal and the air. His teeth gripped it and I squirmed underneath him.

He moaned against my skin, sliding his tongue over to the other before his teeth tugged on it too. I felt him flick it with his tongue.

“Fuck, Noam,” I panted, as the sensitivity shot through me.

“Mmm,” he moaned as his tongue circled my nipple slowly “Ya like when I do this to ya…I like it too.”

Suddenly, I felt his fingers between my legs. His thumb grazing my clit and the others petting my wet slit.

“Shit,” I hissed, spreading my legs wider.

He chuckled, as his tongue still lapped at my breast while his fingers teased my opening.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Ya just have ta ask, love,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Please,” I tried to draw in a deep breath “Please make me cum. I can’t take it anymore.”

His fingers eased into me and my hips came off the bed.

“'Tat’s it,” he leaned up against my ear “I’m gonna make ya cum, sweethar’.”

His fingers sped up and his thumb started massaging me so fast that I felt like I was going to explode.

“Ya feel me, love?” he ran his tongue along my ear “Ya feel how I’m touchin’ ya? Like yer tha only woman in tha world?”

I nodded, as the sensations continued to grow inside of me.

“Cause ya are ta me,” he took my nipple in his mouth again, as his thumb urged my orgasm.

His fingers teased against my spot and I felt like I might not ever come back down to earth again.

“Noam!” I finally screamed, all of the sensations becoming too much.

“Yer cummin’ fer me,” he growled against my breast as he pulled his mouth away “Just like ya wanted.”

I rode his hand until every single nerve ending was satisfied. I felt Noam’s warm mouth move away and I shuddered.

“Noam?” I whispered into the darkness.

I didn’t have to wonder long. His hands gripped my legs and flipped me onto my stomach.

“Get on ya knees,” he instructed and I managed to pull myself up.

His hand slapped playfully at my ass and I heard him groan, as he pushed inside me from behind.

“Ya feel ma cock, all inside ya pussy?” he ran his nails down my back “Ya feel how ya fit all tight aroun’ me?”

“Yes,” I panted, wanting desperately to be free of my restraints.

But he was right, my senses were much keener without my sight.

“Who wouldn’t wan’ dat, love?” he laughed, as he plunged harder into me “Who wouldn’t wan’ a perfect pussy?”

“Yeah?” I whined “I feel perfect?”

“Oh, baby ya have no earthly idea,” he gripped my hips tighter “Dis body is a work of art….It’s tha kinda pussy men start wars ova.”

I felt myself tighten around him and I moaned.

Noam’s hand grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face down into the mattress. My ass was pushed further up and I felt his hand rub over it.

“Shit,” he grunted, his hand slapping down on it again.

“How does it feel now, baby?”

“Fuck,” I was able to mumble against the bed.

“Mm, ya always take me like a good girl,” he gripped my ass, thrusting me harder on and off him.

I felt myself tighten around him again and I whined loudly into the pillow, my tied hands stretched out in front of me.

“Ya gonna cum aroun’ yer cock?” he gasped, and I could tell by his voice that he was close.

I nodded and moaned his name, just as I felt my orgasm start to ripple.

“Fuckin’ shit!” he shouted, his release filling me.

He pushed me down flat on my stomach with his body pressed on top of me.

“Ya feel me all inside ya?” he bit at my ear “Ya feel how ya claimed me?”

I turned my face to the side and whimpered, as the aftershocks of my orgasm shook me.

“Yes,” I managed to speak.

I felt his fingers untie my hands then my blind fold. He slid out of me, just before I rolled him underneath me. I straddled him, my hands digging into his hair as I jolted his mouth to mine.

He laughed as our lips sloppily found each other over and over again.

“Ya believe me now?” he groaned, his hand gripping my cheek bone and holding me steady to look in his eyes.

“Yes,” I nodded “I believe you….You’re mine.”

“Don’t ya eva doubt it,” he planted a kiss on my cheek.

“You think that maybe,” I ran my hands along his chest “We could keep those ties around?”

“Ya want me ta tie ya up again?”

“No…I want to tie you up next time.”

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Wrestling Tags Master Post

I’ve been gaining some followers, so if you need help navigating my wrestling head-space here ya go.

Singles

fight grumpy bear fight – Kevin Owens ➡️ high flyin murder bear – Kevin doing rope moves and/or being acrobatic ➡️ you are such a little shit and i live for it – Kevin being a turd sunshine bear cub – Sami Zayn / El Generico sourpuss has a tag – Seth Rollins / Tyler Black nui honu o ka naau – Roman Reigns dreadlocked swamp bear – Bray Wyatt yeti monster hurls a xmas tree – Braun Strowman ohno is hero – Kassius Ohno / Chris Hero bayley aka pure sunlight – Bayley murder lioness – Nia Jax asskicking cupcake – Candice LeRae dogg always be dancin – Road Dogg / BG James nxt dad – HHH aj the king of petulance – AJ Styles jack the gentleman – Jack Gallagher rudeboy neville – Neville / PAC halfdragon ember moon – Ember Moon prince mustafa – Mustafa Ali smol demon prince – Finn Balor / Prince Devitt gloriously roode – Bobby Roode queen heel – Steph McMahon what is it with you and elbows through the announce tables? – Shane McMahon everyone’s favorite omega – Kenny Omega aa and his banana – Austin Aries dolph gunn – Dolph Ziggler (he’ll always be Billy Gunn’s son to me) uncle samoa joe – Samoa Joe a perfect tye – Tye Dillinger tozawa – Akira Tozawa handsome rusev – Rusev glow queen – Naomi dutch antihero – Aliester Black / Tommy End trashy snarlboy – Pete Dunn mustache mountain the youger – Tyler Bate mustache mountain the elder – Trent Seven wolfie bear – Wolfgang villain☔️ – Marty Scurll adam bay bay – Adam Cole the greatest peacock – Dalton Castle ricochet👑 – Ricochet / Prince Puma dusty – Dusty Rhodes goldie – Golddust baby dream – Cody (Rhodes) / Stardust royal nattie cat – Natalya jimmy jacobs – Jimmy Jacobs kinshasa king – Shinsuke Nakamura not a cat (wo) – Will Ospreay takahashi and daryl – Hiromu Takahashi (and Daryl) tranquilo naito – Naito walking with elias – Elias (Sampson) thumbs up thumbs down – Sami Callihan / Soloman Crowe / Jeremiah Crane ruby riot – Ruby Riot hippie juice – Juice Robinson / CJ Parker philly boy gulak – Drew Gulak hottest dad – Joey Ryan no ham dar – Noam Dar foxycase – Alicia Fox he thinks his name is trent – Trent(?) Beretta chuckie t – Chuck Taylor mr crazy posture – Kyle O'Reilly fishie butt – Bobby Fish sterling graves – Corey Graves / Sterling James Keenan kogane no hoshi – Kota Ibushi we can roll – Rickey Shane Page / Christian Faith lil kazu – Okada Kazuchika cabana!!! – Colt Cabana lone wolf – Baron Corbin gresham 🐙🌈 –Jonathan Gresham penta – Pentagon Jr / Penta El Zero (0) M rising fenix – Fenix mjeff – MJF cedric – Cedric Alexander cien – Andrade Cien Almas ds david starr – David Starr jack sexsmith – Jack Sexsmith the lights not right for velveteen – Velveteen Dream / Patrick Clark pagefabe3.0 - Adam "Hangman" Page jersey bred fighter – Sonya Deville friesian clydesdale – Drew McIntyre tilly's bad boy – Joey Janela prince tana – Hiroshi Tanahashi tom tim philippe phillips – Tom Philips (WWE Commentator) deathmatch ref – Drake Wuertz / Drake Younger 316 – Stone Cold Steve Austin y2j – Chris Jericho brodie – Luke Harper / Brodie i like this boy who wrestles barefoot! – Matt Riddle star factory – Curt Hawkins / Brian Myers #zsj🇬🇧 – Zack Saber Jr miz the wiz – The Miz slam dancer – Zachary Wentz officer o'scare – Dan O'Hare

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(via Messenger’s wives are mothers of all Muslims – (2))   Quran Chapter 33: 29b & 30 (Pt-21, Stg-5) (L-2590) درس قرآن Messenger’s wives are mothers of all Muslims – (2) Chapter “’Al-‘Ahzaab” – (The Clans) – 33 ‘A-‘uu-zu  Billaahi minash-Shay-taanir- Rajiim. (I seek refuge in Allaah from Satan the outcast) Bis-Millaahir-Rah-maanir-Rahiim.(In the name of Allaah, the Beneficent, the Merciful) فَإِنَّ ٱللَّهَ أَعَدَّ لِلْمُحْسِنَٰتِ مِنكُنَّ أَجْرًا عَظِيمًا 29b  يَٰنِسَآءَ ٱلنَّبِىِّ مَن يَأْتِ مِنكُنَّ بِفَٰحِشَةٍ مُّبَيِّنَةٍ يُضَٰعَفْ لَهَا ٱلْعَذَابُ ضِعْفَيْنِ وَكَانَ ذَٰلِكَ عَلَى ٱللَّهِ يَسِيرًا 30 29b.  then lo! Allah hath prepared for the good among you an immense reward. 30.  O ye wives of the Prophet! Whosoever of you committeth manifest lewdness, the punishment for her will be doubled, and that is easy for Allah. 29b.  fa-‘innAllaaha  ‘a-‘adda  lil-Muhsinaati  minkunna  ‘ajran  ‘aziimaa. 30.  Yaa-Nisaaa-‘an-Nabiyyi  many-ya’-ti  minkunna  bi-faahishatim-mubayyina-tiny-yu-zaa-‘af  lahal-‘Azaabu  zi’-fayn.  Wa  kaana  zaalika  ‘alAllaahi  yasiiraa. Commentary It is commanded: O wives (May Allaah be pleased with them) of the Messenger (grace, glory, blessings and peace be upon him): If you desire life of this world and its pomp and show, then you are not able to live at the home of a Prophet. According to custom he will give you some provision and divorce you. However if you adopt Allaah Almighty, His Messenger (grace, glory, blessings and peace be upon him) and the life of the Hereafter, then Allaah Almighty has prepared for the doers of good among you a great reward. After that, it is commanded: You should bear your status in mind. Greater reward is also for them whose rank is higher. But if any of them commits a clear immorality (God forbid), then because influence of that sin will not remain limited only up to her but it will reach her followers too, accordingly her punishment would also be doubled two fold than the common people. It is not difficult for Allaah Almighty to increase the punishment in two fold, because neither anyone’s greater status can affect Him and nor anyone’s lower rank can determine the sinner to deserve any remission in the matter of punishment, as it is obvious from the Commandments mentioned in these verses. It is in fact a great dignity for a woman to be wife of the Messenger (grace, glory, blessings and peace be upon him) which cannot be bestowed to any other woman of the entire world. Even then wives (May Allah be pleased with them) of the Messenger (grace, glory, blessings and peace be upon him) are being addressed in such a way as common people are being addressed. Found from it is that really Holy Qur’an is the Word of Allaah Almighty, because particular people also (like wives of the Messenger) are being addressed in the same way as the public, because as mankind all are equal according to law. Transliterated Holy Qur’aan in Roman Script & Translated from Arabic to English by Marmaduke Pickthall, Published by Paak Company, 17-Urdu Bazaar, Lahore, Lesson collected from Dars e Qur’aan published By Idara Islaah wa Tableegh, Lahore (translated Urdu to English by Muhammad Sharif). https://muhammadsharif120.wordpress.com/2020/03/16/messengers-wives-are-mothers-of-all-muslims-2/

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Importance of Bayah | to Pledge Allegiance to a Shaykh

Pledging allegiance, also known as taking bayah or bayt, is a tradition from the times of Beloved Messenger of Allah.

Once such example of this is when the Noble Companions pledged oath to him under the tree. In this incident, each Companion placed their hand in the hand of the Beloved Prophet, and affirmed their faith in the oneness of Allah (tawheed).

This incident is reported in the Holy Qur’an, which states, “Certainly Allah was pleased with the believers when they pledged allegiance to you, [O Muhammad], under the tree, and He knew what was in their hearts, so He sent down tranquillity upon them and rewarded them with an imminent conquest.” [Qur’an 48:18]

Importance of Bayah to a Shaykh

The Beloved Messenger of Allah said, “Whoever dies and did not take an oath of allegiance (to a Muslim leader) has died a death of jahiliyah (ignorance).” [Bukhari, Muslim]

The meaning of taking bayah is to pledge spiritual allegiance & surrender yourself to the supervision of a Murshid/Pir/Shaykh, or spiritual teacher/leader. He leads you to Allah by guiding you through the path of Shar’iah and the teachings of our Beloved Prophet. The Murshid is he who takes others under his guardianship so that he may help them with their deen, often strengthening their hearts with zikr and good counsel.

Taking bayah also acts as a powerful guard against arrogance and pride, as a mureed (a spiritual disciple, follower, a seeker who follows the Murshid as his guide on the path of Tasawwuf) must hold complete adab (respect) and humility where his Murshid is concerned. This orders the nafs towards discipline; it is made to recognize its own worth, reflecting upon the pure state of those close to Allah, realizing that true honor is in piety only, and understanding that it has no right to be proud. The nafs also learns to obtain knowledge and guidance from one who is greater in faith, causing it to humble itself. This is the way of the Salaf, who would sit at the feet of their Murshid to correct their own characters (akhlaaq) and achieve purity.

Sayyidina Shaykh Abdul Qadir al-Jilani, the Leader of the Saints, explains, “Arrogance, hypocrisy, egoism, are all arrows of Shaytan aimed at your hearts. One should formulate a strategy to defend oneself from this attack. The correct strategies are explained and demonstrated by the Mashaa`ikh (Teachers). You should heed to their commands and act on them. They will guide you on the path of Allah since they have already travelled on this path. Ask their advice on matters relating to the nafs (lower self), cravings and other weaknesses, because they have also suffered their consequences and are well aware of the dangers and harms of evil desires. They have battled these over a long period of time and can confront, control and defeat them.” [Al-Fath-ur-Rabbani, pg. 150]

Additionally, spending time in the presence of the righteous will cause one to benefit greatly in character and mannerisms. This influence has a powerfully positive effect on a person’s heart and mind, causing them to adopt traits pleasing to Allah.

Imam Ghazali states in his Ihya Uluum al-Din, “Keep company with those who have firm faith, hear from them the learning of sure faith, follow them always, so that your faith may become firm as their faith became firm.”

The Messenger of Allah said, as an analogy for good/bad company, “The likeness of a righteous friend and an evil friend, is the likeness of a (musk) perfume seller and a blacksmith. As for the perfume seller, he may either bestow something on you, or you may purchase something from him, or you may benefit from his sweet smell…” [Bukhari, Muslim]

The above narration clarifies the importance of righteous company, which can benefit a person in more ways than one – there are numerous other Ahadith about the merits of being with the righteous. Also, the Holy Qur’an states:

“And keep yourself patient [by being] with those who call upon their Lord in the morning and the evening, seeking His countenance.” [Qur’an 18:28]

Regarding the presence, then, of a Murshid, one who is a scholar of religion and devout in his duties towards Almighty Allah, one should bear in mind the following Hadith of the Noble Messenger, may Allah’s peace and blessings be upon him:

“The best of you are those who, when they are seen, God is remembered.” [Ibn Majah]

This highlights the necessity of being in the company of one’s Murshid who, if he is a true teacher, will have this effect on those who meet him.

Imam Muhyuddin ibn Arabi states in his book, Kitab Kunh ma la Budda minhu lil-Murid or What the Seeker Needs, “Look for a perfect teacher who will lead you on the Straight Path.”

Imam al-Shafi said, “I accompanied the Sufiya (plural of Sufi) and I received from them three kinds of knowledge, 1. They taught me how to speak, 2. They taught me how to treat people with leniency and a soft heart, 3. They guided me in the ways of Tasawwuf.” [Tanwir Al-Qulub, page 405]

Imam Ahmad advising his son said, “O my son, you must sit with the Sufiya, because they are like a fountain of knowledge. They recite the remembrance of Allah in their hearts. They are ascetics and they have the most spiritual power.” [Ghiza Al-Albab, Vol 1, page 120]

Imam Abu Hanifa said, emphasizing the importance of sitting at the feet of a spiritual guide and teacher, “If it were not for two years, I would have perished. For two years, I accompanied Imam Jafar al-Sadiq and I acquired the spiritual knowledge that made me a knower in the Way (i.e. Tasawwuf).” [Ad-Durr Al-Mukhthar, Vol. 1, page 43]

It has been agreed upon for centuries that one cannot travel the path of Tasawwuf, or the essential spiritual branch of Islamic belief, without guidance from a spiritual teacher. This knowledge cannot be taught in books, it must be acquired through the guidance of a teacher or Murshid.

Mawlana Jalaluddin Rumi states in his Masnavi, “Butter cannot be acquired without milk, as recognition of Allah (ilm-e-baatin) cannot be obtained without a spiritual guide or Murshid.” And he further states, “Whoever travels without a guide needs two hundred years for a two day journey.”

About him, there is a story regarding the importance of a Murshid.

He, Mawlana Rumi, was not only a poet but also a great jurist, theologian and scholar of the highest accord. One day, as he taught his students in the open courtyard of the Masjid, a poorly dressed dervish stood by and watched. He observed how the Mawlana referred to many handwritten books and texts as he taught, so he enquired as to what they contained. Mawlana Rumi replied, “O Sufi! This contains knowledge which is beyond your understanding, so you continue to read your tasbeeh (rosary).” The dervish was in fact the great Shamsuddin Tabrez, who would soon be his spiritual guide and teacher.

When Mawlana Rumi’s attention had gone back to teaching, Khwaja Shamsuddin Tabrez threw all the Mawlana’s books into the nearby pond. The students who noticed this rushed to him and began to beat him. A distraught Mawlana Rumi complained of how his valuable knowledge had all been lost.

“Tell your pupils to leave me alone and I will give back your books,” replied Khwaja Shamsuddin. Mawlana Rumi, thinking that this would be impossible, asked his students to leave the dervish alone. Then he watched in amazement as Khwaja Shamsuddin recited ‘Bismillah,’ retrieved the books out of the water and returned them to him intact. He asked him as to how he had done this, to which Khwaja Shamsuddin replied, “This knowledge is beyond your understanding so you continue to teach your pupils.”

The Mawlana then realised his mistake, asked for forgiveness and submitted himself to the presence of this great Sufi dervish. Eventually, time spent at the feet of Khwaja Shamsuddin transformed him from a scholar of religious texts, into a truly devout lover of God.

In Mawlana Rumi’s own words:

“Sad kitaboh, sad waraq, dar nar kun

Aur jaan-o-dil rah, janibeh, dil daar kun.”

 Meaning: “Throw all your books into the fire, And turn with heart & soul towards the pure-hearted (the Awliya).

Hafiz al-Shirazi affirms this advice saying, “Do not take a step on the path of Love without a guide. I have tried it one hundred times and failed.”

If one is lucky enough to reach the presence of a Wali or Friend of Allah (read article about Wilayah), bear in mind the words of Khwaja Shah Baha’uddin Naqshband who said, “There is no friend of Allah on this earth who is not under the special Gaze of Allah. When you sit in the company of the friend of Allah, the fayz (spiritual blessing) that you receive is in fact a reflection of that special gaze.” The power of this fayz has been known to truly transform personalities, causing even the harshest of criminals and sinners to turn whole-heartedly to Allah in repentance and devotion.

Sayyidina Shaykh Abdul Qadir Jilani said, “The heart is the plantation for the Aakhira (hereafter). Sow the seeds of Imaan in your heart. Irrigate, fertilise and mature it with regular good deeds. If there is kindness and energy in the heart, it will be fertile and an abundant harvest will result. Should the heart be harsh and contemptuous, the soul becomes infertile, barren and no crop will be able to grow. Learn this art of farming by its farmers/experts, the Awliya Allah. Do not think your opinion to be sufficient. Our Prophet says, ‘Seek help in every field from an expert in that field.’”

[Al-Fathur Rabbani, pg. 202]

Criteria of a True Murshid

A true Murshid is one whose own faith is sound enough for him to guide others to the Path. His status as a Murshid must be initiated by orders from his own spiritual guide, who may receive these instructions from preceding saints with the permission of the Beloved Messenger of Allah.

This spiritual chain is known as a Tareeqa (see next heading for details).

Firstly, true Murshid must be a Sunni Muslim who strictly follows the beliefs and creed of the Ahle Sunnah wal Jamaah, the only true path of Islam. He adheres to the ways of the Beloved Messenger, and is guided by the Noble Companions and the Salaf who follow after them. This is absolutely crucial, and without this, he is a danger to the Imaan of those who follow him and a cause for serious corruption in faith.

• Imam Malik said, “Whoever studies jurisprudence (fiqh) and does not study Tasawwuf will be corrupted. Whoever studies Tasawwuf and does not study jurisprudence will become a heretic. Whoever combines both will reach the truth.”[Kashf Al-Khafa Wa Muzid Al-Abas, Vol. 1, page 341]

Secondly, he must be a knowledgeable scholar or Aalim, with a broad understanding in matters of Deen so that he is able to differentiate between forbidden (haram), acceptable (halal) and everything in between. He will be able to give sound judgements and guide the actions of his followers according to the Qur’an and Sunnah.

Thirdly, he must display the noble characteristics and etiquettes taught by the Beloved Messenger, and this indicates the purity of his heart. A great Murshid is one who teaches by practical example as well as through his words and advice. He is respected by all due to his character and he instills love for the Sunnah within the hearts of those who follow him.

Fourthly, his spiritual lineage (Shejra) must be that of a true Tareeqa, or spiritual chain; it must be connected, starting from our Master the Beloved Messenger of Allah, to Noble Companions, to Salaf and Awliya after them. Spiritual wisdom, teachings and guidance are passed down from the top in this manner, so one cannot gain any fayz or virtue without these connections.

Additionally, Imam Muhyuddin ibn Arabi teaches that one should not expect a Murshid to perform miracles. This is not a requirement of a spiritual guide or even of a Wali. This is something which many are blessed with by Allah, but is an aspect they wish to conceal due to their humility and noble state.

• Imam ibn Arabi states, “People think that a Shaykh should show miracles and manifest illumination. The requirement of a teacher however, is only that he should possess all that the disciple needs.”

Regarding this, Mawlana Rumi narrates the following story in his Masnavi: Seeing a man who was tilling the earth, a fool who was unable to control himself cried out, “Why are you ruining this soil?” “Fool,” said the man, “leave me alone. Try to recognize the difference between tending the soil and wasting it. How will this soil become a rose garden until it is disturbed and overturned?”

This indicates the importance of the Shaykh who acts as the tiller, testing the mureed by overturning their heart and nourishing their inner soil. This is done to benefit the mureed so that their full inner potential is realized and as a result, they are elevated in spiritual rank and station.

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Resumão! Tudo o que rolou ‘Radio Music Awards 2018’

Rolou na noite deste domingo (11), em Inglewood, na Califórnia, a quinta edição perform “iHeartRadio Music Awards”, premiação que consagra os artistas que mais se destacaram nas rádios norte-americanas. Direto perform “The Forum”, a musa Hailey Baldwin e o craque DJ Khaled comandaram that a cerimônia, marcada por boas performances, merecidas homenagens, lançamento de videoclipe e muitas estatuetas, claro.

A premiação foi bem equilibrada, digamos… Ed Sheeran; Cardi B; BTS e Luis Fonsi se destacaram levando cada um, dois troféus. O ruivinho foi eleito, o “Artista Masculino do Ano” e faturou também “Melhor Música” por “Form of You”. A rapper saiu vitoriosa em “Artista Revelação” e “Artista Revelação de Hip Hop”, enquanto os meninos perform BTS em “Melhor Boyband” e “Melhor Fanbase”. Luis Fonsi, por sua vez, terminou a noite com duas estatuetas: “Melhor Artista Latino” e “Melhor Música Latina”, por “Despacito”.

E pela primeira vez, uma brasileira saiu vitoriosa da premiação. Anitta venceu, com o voto hot, and a disputa na categoria “Estrela das Redes Sociais”. Infelizmente, a fofa não conseguiu marcar presença no bapho, por questões de schedule, mas deixou um vídeo de agradecimento.

Além dessas, outras três estatuetas pra lá de especiais foram entregues durante a cerimônia. O talentoso Chance the Rapper recebeu das mãos de ninguém menos que Pharrell Williams, o “Innovator Award” por seu vanguardismo na indústria. Já nosso cristalzinho cubano Camila Cabello se tornou a primeira a ganhar o “Fangirls Book”, que “reconhecerá mulheres que expandiram fronteiras com sua música e sua mensagem além de inspirar seus fãs ao redor do globo”.   Por fim, os caras perform “Bon Jovi” foram homenageados banda o “Icon Book” por toda a contribuição da banda ao mundo da música nesses 35 anos de carreira.

Outro ponto alto da noite ficou por conta Taylor Swift! A loira escolheu a premiação para fazer a estreia de seu novo videoclipe, o quarto da era “Reputation”. Oficializada como single, a ótima “Delicate” ganhou um tratamento visual dirigido pelo parceiro de longa information, Joseph Khan. No more vídeo, extremamente coreografado (eba!) , a loira se torna invisível de uma hora pra outra e passa a fazer coisas que normalmente não pode fazer por aí… A gente adorou; assista:

Né ?!, A fofa na coreo E se Taylor, por conta de sua turnê, não pôde dar uma passadinha no palco do bapho artistas subiram até lá e entoaram seus grandes sucessos. Camila Cabello, por exemplo, fez uma nova e ótima performance de “Havana”; Cardi B apresentou um medley de “Bartier Cardi”; “Motorsport” e “No Limit”, essa com o G-Eazy e o Bon Jovi mandou ver em “It Is My Name” e “You Give Love a Bad Name”. Também tivemos performances de “Wait”, do Maroon 5 ; “The Long”m do Charlie Puth Portable de “Perfect” perform Ed Sheeran. Assista às principais e confira na sequência a lista completa de vencedores:

Cardi B Portable G-Eazy — Bartier Cardi”; “Motorsport” e “No Limit”

Camila Cabello — “Havana”

Eminem e Kehlani — Nowhere Fast

Bon Jovi — “It’s My Life” Portable “You Give Love a Bad Name”

Confira a lista de premiados:

Música do Ano “Despacito” — Luis Fonsi Portable Daddy Yankee feat. Justin Bieber “Form Of You” — Ed Sheeran — VENCEU “Something Just Like That” — The Chainsmokers e Coldplay “That’s What I Like” — Bruno Mars “Wild Thoughts” — DJ Khaled feat. Rihanna e Bryson Tiller

Artista Feminina perform Ano Alessia Cara​ Halsey P!nk Rihanna Taylor Swift — VENCEU

Artista Masculino perform Ano Bruno Mars Charlie Puth Ed Sheeran — VENCEU Shawn Mendes The Weeknd

Artista Revelação Cardi B — VENCEU Niall Horan Luke Combs Christian Nodal Judah & the Lion Ozuna Khalid

Melhor Grupo/Duo perform Ano Imagine Dragons Maroon 5 — VENCEU Migos Portugal. The Man The Chainsmokers

Melhor Colaboração: “Despacito” — Luis Fonsi Portable Daddy Yankee feat. Justin Bieber “Do Notna Know” — Maroon 5 accomplishment. Kendrick Lamar “Something Just Like That” — The Chainsmokers Portable Coldplay — VENCEU “Stay” — Zedd e Alessia Cara “Wild Thoughts” — DJ Khaled campaign. Rihanna e Bryson Tiller

Artista Revelação de Pop Camila Cabello Julia Michaels Liam Payne Logic Niall Horan — VENCEU

Música de Rock Alternativo perform Ano “Believer” — Imagine Dragons “Feel It” — Portugal. The Man — VENCEU “Thunder” — Envision Dragons “Walk On Water” — Nine Seconds To Mars “Wish I Knew You” — The Revivalists

Melhor Artista de Rock Alternativo Cage The Elephant Imagine Dragons — VENCEU Judah & The Lion Kings Of Leon Portugal. The Man

Artista Revelação de Rock/Rock Alternativo Greta Van Fleet Judah & The Lion — VENCEU K.Flay Rag’n’Bone Man The Revivalists

Música de Rock perform Ano “Go To War” — Nothing Longer “Assist” — Papa Roach “Run” — Foo Fighters — — VENCEU “Rx (Medicate)”” — Theory of a Deadman “Song #3” — Stone Sour

Melhor Artista de Rock Foo Fighters Highly Suspect Metallica — VENCEU Papa Roach Royal Blood

Música Country perform Ano “Body Like A Back Road” — Sam Hunt — VENCEU “Dirt On My Boots” — Jon Pardi “Hurricane” — Luke Combs “Small Town Boy” — Dustin Lynch “Unforgettable” — Thomas Rhett

Melhor Artista Country Blake Shelton Jason Aldean Luke Bryan Sam Hunt Thomas Rhett — VENCEU

Artista Revelação de Country Brett Young Jon Pardi Kane Brown Lauren Alaina Luke Combs — VENCEU

Música Dance perform Ano “It Ain’t Me” — Kygo Portable Selena Gomez “No Promises” — Cheat Codes accomplishment. Demi Lovato “Rockabye” — sterile Bandit e Anne-Marie feat. Sean Paul “Something Just Like That” — The Chainsmokers Portable Coldplay “Stay” — Zedd e Alessia Cara — VENCEU

Melhor Artista Dance Calvin Harris Cheat Codes Kygo The Chainsmokers — VENCEU Zedd

Música de Hip-Hop perform Ano “Poor and Boujee” — Migos feat. Lil Uzi Vert “Bodak Yellow” — Cardi B “HUMBLE.” — Kendrick Lamar “Rockstar” — Post Malone “Wild Thoughts” — DJ Khaled accomplishment. Rihanna e Bryson Tiller — VENCEU

Melhor Artista de Hip-Hop DJ Khaled Drake Future Kendrick Lamar — VENCEU Migos

Artista Revelação de Hip-Hop 21 Savage Cardi B — VENCEU GoldLink Lil Uzi Vert Playboi Carti

Música R&B perform Ano “B.E.D.” — Jacquees “Location” — Khalid “Love Galore” — SZA feat. Travis Scott “Redbone” — Childish Gambino “That’s What I enjoy” — Bruno Mars — VENCEU

Melhor Artista de R&B Bruno Mars — VENCEU Childish Gambino​ Khalid Rihanna The Weeknd

Artista Revelação de R&B 6LACK Kehlani Kevin Ross​ Khalid — VENCEU SZA

Música Latina perform Ano “Despacito” — Luis Fonsi Portable Daddy Yankee — VENCEU “El Amante” — Nicky Jam “Hey DJ” — CNCO “Mi Gente” — J Balvin feat. Willy William “Súbeme La Radio” — Enrique Iglesias

Melhor Artista Latino CNCO J Balvin Luis Fonsi — VENCEU Nicky Jam Shakira

Artista Revelação de Música Latina Abraham Mateo Bad Bunny Danny Ocean Karol G Ozuna — VENCEU

Música Regional Mexicana perform Ano “Adios Amor” — Deadly Nodal “Ella Es Mi Mujer” — Banda Carnaval “Las Ultras” — Calibre 50 “Regresa Hermosa” — Gerardo Ortiz “Siempre Te Voy A Querer” — Calibre 50

Artista Regional Mexicano perform Ano Banda Carnaval Banda Los Recoditos Banda Sinaloense MS de Sergio Lizarraga Calibre 50 Gerardo Ortiz

Artista Revelação de Regional Mexicano Christian Nodal — VENCEU Edwin Luna y La Trakalosa de Monterrey El Fantasma Ulices Chaidez y Sus Plebes

Produtor perform Ano Andrew “Pop” Wansel along with Warren “Oak” Felder Andrew Watt — VENCEU Benny Blanco Justin Tranter Steve Mac

Melhor Letra — voto favorite “Bodak Yellow” — Cardi B “Despacito” — Luis Fonsi Portable Daddy Yankee “There’s Nothing Holding Me” — Shawn Mendes “Look What You Made Me Do” — Taylor Swift “Perfect” — Ed Sheeran “Slow Hands” — Niall Horan — VENCEU

Melhor Cover — voto popular ” We Got” — Shawn Mendes “Poor Liar” — HAIM “Issues” — Niall Horan “Lost” — Khalid “Say You won’t Let Go” — Camila Cabello Portable Machine Gun Kelly “The Chain” — Harry Styles — VENCEU “Touch” — Ed Sheeran “The Tribute Song” — Thirty Seconds To Mars

Melhor Fã-Base — voto favorite Arianators — Ariana Grande Beliebers — Justin Bieber BTS Army — BTS — VENCEU Camilizers — Camila Cabello EXO-L — EXO Harmonizers — Fifth Harmony Lovatics — Demi Lovato Mendes Army — Shawn Mendes Mixers — Small Mix Selenators — Selena Gomez Smilers — Miley Cyrus Swifties — Taylor Swift

Melhor Clipe — voto favorite “Poor Liar” — Selena Gomez “Bodak Yellow” — Cardi B “Despacito” — Luis Fonsi e Daddy Yankee “I am The Only One” — DJ Khaled “Look What You Made Me Do” — Taylor Swift “Malibu” — Miley Cyrus “New Rules” — Dua Lipa “Shape Of You” — Ed Sheeran “Sign Of The Times” — Harry Styles — VENCEU ” Sorry Not Sorry” — Demi Lovato “Swish Swish” — Katy Perry “That’s What I Like” — Bruno Mars “There’s Nothing Holding Me” — Shawn Mendes

Estrela das Redes Sociais — voto popular Andrew Huang Anitta — VENCEU Christian Collins Conor Maynard dodie Gabbie Hanna JoJo Siwa Mariah Belgrod Max & Harvey RoomieOfficial

Melhor Animal de Estimação de Artista (categoria nova) — voto popular Batman — Demi Lovato Bear Rexha — Bebe Rexha Nugget — Katy Perry Olivia — Taylor Swift Pig Pig — Miley Cyrus Toulouse — Ariana Grande — VENCEU

Melhor Boy Band (categoria nova) — voto popular AJR BTS — VENCEU CNCO In Real Life PRETTYMUCH The Vamps Why We Are

Melhor Artista Solo — voto popular Camila Cabello Harry Styles Liam Payne Louis Tomlinson — VENCEU Niall Horan

Melhor Remix (categoria nova) — voto popular “Bon Appétit” — Katy Perry, Migos e 3LAU “Despacito” — Luis Fonsi e Daddy Yankee feat. Justin Bieber “do re mi” ” — blackbear feat. Gucci Mane “Friends” — Justin Bieber Portable BloodPop com Julia Michaels “Havana” — Camila Cabello e Daddy Yankee “Homemade Dynamite” — Lorde, Khalid, Post Malone e SZA “May I Have This Dance” — Francis & The Lights feat. Chance The Rapper “Mi Gente” — J Balvin Portable Willy William feat. Beyoncé “Reggaetón Lento” — CNCO e Small Mix — VENCEU

por Pedro Hosken, 12 de Março de 2018

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