#not surprised by the ramping up of the stunt at all

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The replies on this…

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#I do want to see Black Adam though #but oof #it’s a tough situation over there for sure #not surprised by the ramping up of the stunt at all #however shocked they’re still trying considered it’s backfired hard and it’s on a continuous downward spiral #but whatever man #Olivia really picked a weird hill to die on with her female pleasure bullshit and throwing her life away to be a fake gf #dwd #don’t worry darling #I imagine everyone is worrying quite a lot now #olivia wilde #fuck olivia wilde #warner bros #florence pugh #warner bros discovery

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Jackass

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

| Eddie & Steddie Masterlist | AO3 Link |

Summary: When the cast of a popular reality tv stunt show is hired to perform in Corroded Coffin’s new video, Eddie Munson finds himself an unwilling participant, as well as a new love interest.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral Reader, they/them pronouns, no Y/N. Strangers to lovers, Rockstar!Eddie x Jackass!Reader, early 2000’s setting. I’d like to give a huge shoutout to the Eddie’s Sluts Discord Server, particularly @strangerxperv and @kleenexwoman for their encouragement to turn this very stupid idea of mine into a fic. 🖤💜

CW: Slight Fuckboy!Eddie x Fuckgirl!Reader in the beginning; allusions of hooking up; surprise tazing; mention of a ankle injury (no details).

Word Count: 1,539

WARNING! The following show features stunts performed either by professionals or under the supervision of professionals. Accordingly, MTV and the producers must insist that no one attempt to recreate or re-enact any stunt or activity performed on this show.

One of the songs on Corroded Coffin’s latest album is a fun, upbeat rock song about doing stupid shit when you’re young. All four members contributed stories for it, as well as some of their friends, but while it was extremely fun to write, everyone just assumed it would fly under the radar.

We all know what they say about assuming.

The song quickly blew up upon the album’s release with audiences finding it funny and extremely relatable. The label quickly began promoting it as a single and a music video was ordered to be made.

While the guys had the initial idea of the video, which was to show each one of them taking turns doing the stupid stuff Eddie was singing about, the director took it a step further. The crew of MTV’s hit show Jackass are brought in both to ramp the situations up to ridiculous levels and execute them while Corroded Coffin performs in the background just slightly out of harm’s way.

Gareth, Jeff, and Grant are all hyped since they are big fans of the show, but it isn’t all that exciting for Eddie. He’s never seen it. The whole concept has always sounded stupid as hell to him, which is only reinforced every time someone makes him watch clips from it.

Even though you had consulted on a few technical aspects for the stunt choreography, you hadn’t been needed for the video initially. A frantic phone call from one of your producers changed that thought when they realized you had some of the safety gear they needed. Since this was vital equipment, the shoot had to be put on hold, so you quickly loaded it all up and high tailed it down there. You decided to stick around to help since they were a couple hours behind by the time you arrived.

Since you weren’t at the morning meeting when all the Jackass crew members were formally introduced to everyone on set, Eddie doesn’t recognize you and assumes you are just one of the few extras that recently arrived on set. But, regardless of who you are, he thinks you’re hot, and since performing always makes him horny, he decides you should be given the opportunity to help him relieve it.

But while Eddie doesn’t recognize you, you instantly recognize him as soon as he approaches you. You can hardly believe it when he immediately starts flirting with you. Though, calling it flirting is putting it mildly. Even though he’s being incredibly smooth about it, it’s obvious he has only one thing on his mind right now. You are perfectly okay with this, however. You weren’t about to turn down the opportunity to get railed by the lead singer of a band you really like, and so you return his advances. Once lunch is called, it doesn’t take long before the inevitable invitation slides from Eddie’s lips when you ask what his plans were.

“I usually go back to my trailer to eat,” he says, licking his lips at that last word as he lets his gaze slowly wander down your body again. “Care to keep me company?”

His voice dripped with honey, his tone making the warmth between your legs grow. You smiled, opened your mouth to accept his offer…

And then your friends struck.

It all happened extremely fast, and with all of Eddie’s attention on you, all he knew was, one minute, you were looking at him with the sort of bedroom eyes that had the blood flowing to his cock already, and then then next, your body lurched forward into his arms as you let out a bloodcurdling scream.

You immediately jumped away from the now stunned Eddie and whirled around. That’s when he saw a man running away from you both while laughing his ass off.

“Ryan, you motherfucker!” you roared before taking off after the man. “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you!”

Confused, Eddie watched you running away until some wild, boisterous cheering caught his attention. He looked over to see a small group watching the whole fiasco that consisted of the other members of Corroded Coffin and a few of the guys from Jackass. They had a video camera out and were all roaring with laughter as they recorded you chasing the guy named Ryan around the video set.

“Sorry Eddie!” called Gareth through his laughter.

This drew everyone else’s attention to Eddie. The camera pivoted towards him as one of the guys, a man named Johnny, jogged over to him with a good natured, but cocky grin on his face.

“Yeah, sorry about cockblocking you back there, Eddie,” Johnny said, his voice sounding anything but sorry. “But, man, we owe you a big one for that, we’ve been trying to get them with the Taser Cam for MONTHS.”

The Taser Cam, as it turns out, was your idea initially and you oversaw the planning and execution. It was one of the most popular skits on the show and that’s because you were a sneaky little shit with it. Even though they all knew you could be packing a taser at any given moment, they all had a bad habit of letting their guard down around you.

Even though they’d been gunning for revenge for a while, all attempts to tase you in return had failed miserably. This wasn’t entirely a problem since you all had a healthy level of paranoia and distrust for each other by now, it was just highly annoying for them all. You always managed to work out when they were trying to set you up, even if it was at the last second.

So, when Gareth made an offhand comment to Jeff about Eddie trying to get his dick wet at work again, and drew Johnny’s attention, he saw how engrossed you were in the man, he couldn’t resist. This really was the perfect opportunity, your attention had been entirely on Eddie, and Johnny recognized this as their big chance.

Eddie was so dumbfounded by the whole thing, he wasn’t sure if he should be pissed or impressed.

In the end, he does get you stretched out on the couch of his trailer just like he wanted, only not in the way he expected. It was the closest place to lay you down at so the onsite EMTS could look at you. While you were perfectly fine from the tasing, you had tripped while running after Ryan and now you couldn’t put any weight on one of your feet.

“It doesn’t look like a break,” said one of the paramedics as she finished looking you over. “Probably just a bad sprain, but you should have some x-rays taken to be sure. Need us to take you?”

“Nah,” you said, shaking your head. “Tremaine will strangle me if I take an ambulance for a non-emergency again.”

Eddie blinked a few times in surprise while Johnny and Ryan laughed.

“Yeah, he’s already gonna explode when he hears about this,” Johnny said, taking off his sunglasses to wipe tears from his eyes. “You just got released yesterday.”

“Right?” you sighed as the paramedics let themselves out. “Wonder how much longer this is going to put me down for.”

The whole situation was so ridiculous that it had rendered Eddie speechless, thus he had been uncharacteristically quiet since your tasing. But the current conversation piqued his curiosity.

“Released?” he asked looking over at you.

“Yeah, by my doctor,” you said, nodding. “I’ve been off work for, what?” You looked over at Johnny. “Two months now?”

“Almost, yeah,” he said, nodding, then burst out laughing. “Man, Ehren’s gonna be pissed. This means you and Bam can’t do the boarding segment next week.”

You looked over at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Why would Ehren be pissed?” you asked, confused. “He’s not in that one.”

“No, he’s not,” said Johnny, and then a grin spread across his face that gave Eddie goosebumps. “But I think you being off with another injury is a good reason for all of us to be a little more safety conscious, wouldn’t you all agree?”

You and Ryan burst out laughing.

“Safety First!” the two of you then cried out in unison and Johnny clapped.

As badly as Eddie hated to admit it, you now fascinated him. Granted, he thought you were batshit insane at this point, but that only piqued his interest more. He ended up being thankful for the interruption.

With as thankful as he was for that, it didn’t compare to how thankful he was later when he found out exactly how close he came to getting tazed instead of you. Since they had to be so sneaky and quick about the whole thing, Ryan almost missed. One inch to the left and it would’ve been Eddie who received the jolt of electricity.

A few weeks later when Uncle Wayne found out who his nephew was dating now, he started going back to church.

Unlike Eddie, he actually does watch the show.

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[okay-j-hannah]

Episode 5: The Unknown Subject

Doctor Who : Multishot

Eleventh Doctor x Reader

Word Count: 3413

Warnings: some gunshots. some blood. some violence. some virus warfare. some of the oncoming storm. River taking matters into her own hands... inspiration and some lines came from Criminal Minds Season 4 Episode 24 “Amplification.” 

Request: This just came from my own head 😊

A/N: A skilled team of FBI tactical profilers analyze the country’s most prevalent oncoming disasters, anticipating the criminal mind’s next moves before they can inflict doomsday.

Episode 4: The New Heir

Episode 5: The Unknown Subject {You Are Here}

Episode 6: Dr. Smith

The DAU was overrun with representatives of all international governments. The army was instructing team members under the FBI and CIA to form search parties abroad in each country. Agents were conversing with contacts across seas as they tried to get everyone on the same page about the suspect.

SSA Smith was in the conference room having a heated discussion with other leaders and officials. They could all see him fuming behind the glass walls.

Jack was leaning into Donna, muttering some theories about where they were going to be stationed next. “I heard the professor was last seen in France.”

“She crossed the border after the stunt in London,” Donna agreed, readjusting her blazer as new agents caught her eye. “I think John’s talking to the Prime Minister and the president of France.”

Rory was sitting at his desk, glasses pushed up his nose, “He’s been tense.”

(Y/N) agreed, folding her arms and standing next to the rest of her team. The Doctor had been avoiding her as of late. He had become this hardened, cold-shouldered character since the last reality.

It was hard to associate him with her Doctor. He was so dark and strict and to-the-point. But she could see the split second of recognition in his green eyes when he looked at her.

He still looked at her with fondness.

“You think the professor will cook up some new disease?” Donna asked rather morbidly, “After we traced the last one?”

“Well, with the CDC already synthesizing a cure after the last attack,” Rory said, “I wouldn’t be surprised if she tried to create a 2.0 version to throw us through a loop.”

Jack nodded towards the conference room, “Look. He’s calling us in. Time for another debriefing.”

The team walked determinedly through the crowds of agents and military personnel, climbing the ramp to get to their seats.

The Doctor had his arms folded, already introducing their guest before they all sat down.

“Hello everyone, this is Dr. Martha Jones, chief of special pathogens with the CDC.”

(Y/N) nodded to the woman she recognized as a past companion of the Doctor. But the Martha here didn’t know her – she just looked worried with a light sheen of sweat on her forehead.

“Hello, I’m sorry to meet under these circumstances,” Martha said. “The target, Professor River Song, has been developing an unknowable strain of virus capable to compete with our most deadly naturally occurring viruses.”

“She’s already tried that,” Jack said, “We’re creating a cure, aren’t we?”

The Doctor frowned, “She’s struck again with an entirely new strain – in Lyon, France.”

“Oh my god,” Donna whispered.

“Last night, 47 people checked into hospitals with similar symptoms,” Martha began, “And by this morning 22 of those people have died.”

Jack took a seat, “Damn.” He set his jaw, “Were you able to detect the virus?”

“Yes,” Martha said, “Disease control centers across the world have taken samples and are working around the clock to create a new cure.”

“In the meantime,” the Doctor said, “We have to apprehend the professor before she strikes again. We have reason to believe she’s entered the United States. She may have been spotted at the Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport in Georgia.”

Rory piped up, “But she didn’t attack the airport?”

“No,” said Martha.

“Then what are we doing about other potential mass targets?” Rory continued, “Malls, trains, subways?”

The Doctor sighed, “There’s a media blackout. We can’t tell the public.”

“There’d be a mass exodus,” Jack nodded in agreement, “The panic would end up killing more people.”

“We’re heading to Georgia,” the Doctor said, “Wheels up in five. Thank you Dr. Jones.”

Martha nodded to him, “I’ll be your direct contact for the cure. I’ll let you know of any developments.”

The team all stood and made for the elevators to pack for their coming trip. Martha followed to converse with the military scientists outside. (Y/N) remained behind with the Doctor, anxiously waiting for him to look at her.

“Doctor,” she said cautiously, “Are you okay?”

It looked like he was hardly breathing, “Perfectly fine.”

“You don’t sound like yourself,” she continued, “I can tell you’re upset.”

“Why would I be upset?” he said lowly, “I only learned that a close friend of mine wants to kill you.”

He went to exit the conference room, but (Y/N) stepped in front of the door.

“I wasn’t going to die.”

“Yes,” he said darkly, his voice deep and angered, “You would’ve.”

“But not in reality. Not in our true reality,” she pressed, “This is a dream, Doctor – you know that.”

“How can you be so sure dying in here doesn’t mean you’ll die in real life?” he asked, brow furrowed.

Gone was his dancing fingers and giddy steps. Gone was his childlike smile and eccentric movements. He was tall and cold and angry.

“I trust River,” she said quietly, “Her logic is sound.”

“But unproven,” he said, “We don’t know what’s keeping us here. It could be dangerous to wake up. There has to be another way.”

There was the strange tingle of anticipation growing. The dream was about to zap them to the next scene. They had been off script for too long.

“This isn’t up for debate, (Y/N),” he said.

She hated the way he looked at her like he couldn’t fully see her. He was clouded by the storm that had developed and resided within him. The Oncoming Storm.

Something sparked in her stomach. The reason he became like this was because she almost died. Because he cared about her so much he was willing to do anything to keep her safe.

~~~

(Y/N) was suddenly sitting in a booth in a local Georgia café. Across from her was Jack, sipping a massive chocolate milkshake.

It seemed like a more Jack thing to do rather than this FBI agent character. It almost made her smile.

“You sure you don’t want some?” he asked, biting off the candied cherry.

She slumped into the booth, “I’m okay, thanks.” She looked around to see if any of the other team members were there. “I wouldn’t want to spill on my suit.”

Jack looked amused, “And you think I will? Am I a messy eater?”

“The worst,” she snickered. But her mind was still clouded with the interaction with the Doctor. He had looked so angry.

“You’re thinking about him, aren’t you?” Jack said, swirling his straw around. “Don’t be coy, I know that look.”

She gave a nervous smile, “John?” The scripted lines came out of her easily while her mind dwelled on the dilemma at hand. “We had an argument.”

“Obviously,” Jack said with rolling eyes, “We all saw you in the conference room. He’s just worried about you is all.”

“I know, and it’s infuriating.”

Jack sighed, “You had a close call last case – you almost died.” He contemplated his next sentence for a second, “I think Smith realized that it was possible to lose you.”

“That was always a possibility.”

“But he got a taste of it,” Jack leaned in, putting emphasis on his words, “He had a taste of those feelings – of that loss – and it terrified him.”

(Y/N) could feel her heart snap into motion. It might’ve been a script, but what Jack was saying made total sense to the Doctor as well.

There had been a pattern to all of these dreams. And she was starting to see it.

“You’re making it sound like…”

Jack clicked his tongue, “Like he’s in love with you?” He grinned, “That’s because he is.”

Every dream had a theme of getting the Doctor and (Y/N) together. In the New York apartment there was the tender moment they shared in the coffeehouse. In the fantasy realm he rescued her from an arranged marriage – had said I love you to each other. In the old English estate they were prompted to be friendly with one another in hopes of an eventual marriage.

There had never been a spoken word between them about being anything more than friends, than companions. Sure there had been initial attraction but it was quickly set aside when it was evident the Doctor wasn’t interested.

Or was he.

Perhaps (Y/N) had been blinded by her own efforts to avoid greater feelings. It made traveling with him easier. If she had developed true love with him then the entire companionship would be at risk of falling apart.

But as Jack started rambling on about the evidence he had gathered on why John was in love with her, she continued to connect dots.

These dreams were tailored to the Doctor.

When he wanted to catch River Song for what she did, the dream state changed into a reality where that was plausible. It was set in a crime drama where they caught bad guys.

Somehow the Doctor was in charge. He might not even realize it.

“I’ve completely stumped you, haven’t I?” Jack asked, setting his milkshake aside, “Hard to believe Smith is capable of love, huh.”

“Not entirely.”

Jack looked up quick, “Really?”

(Y/N) shrugged, eyes glazed as she tried to pull herself out of her deep thought. “I don’t know.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the guy crack a smile, let alone express an ounce of affection.”

She became reminiscent of the Doctor that was the opposite. The one that was all smiles and all doting affection. Was her safety really the reason for him acting so different?

“But I do know that I’ve never seen him more relaxed than when he’s with you,” Jack said with a growing smirk. “You bring out the best in him.”

“And the worst,” she said quietly, “Evidently.”

Jack threw a few dollars on the table, “It’s gotta be nice to be loved that much though.”

She wrung her hands, “We have to go meet Smith and Pond.”

“I’m telling you…” Jack said, leading the way outside and brandishing a pair of sunglasses, “You gotta say something to him. The poor guy is hopeless when it comes to first moves. Trust me, I’ve worked with the guy for years.”

(Y/N) walked alongside him, making sure her firearm and badge were secured at her belt. “I don’t think he’s in the mood for any love confessions.”

“He’s never in the mood,” Jack said with a laugh. He slung his arm around her shoulders, always the light heart. “But if you’re so concerned with why he’s upset, maybe you need to talk about it.”

“I tried this morning,” she grumbled, his bouncing steps infectious.

Jack squeezed her shoulder, “Then you try again. He might not be an easy man. But he’s a good man.”

She wholeheartedly agreed with that statement. The Doctor was a complicated, eccentric genius who made things more difficult than they had to be. But he was also the loveliest, most generous man who gave the best hugs.

And they deserved to get out of there. And (Y/N) had to get through to him somehow – even with him being stuck in this arrogant, gruff character.

She spotted the Doctor and Amy through the windows of the local police station. They seemed to be discussing something as they looked over a city map. Jack led them across the street and towards the entrance.

He gave her a playful wink as they walked into their work room.

“(Y/N),” said Amy, always looking her best in her professional attire. She was usually underestimated by the agents, but always made the looks on their faces all the more amusing when she proved them wrong.

“Have you found anything?” she asked, avoiding a glance in the Doctor’s direction.

Amy shook her head, “We’re waiting on some intel in central Atlanta. Our profile has led us to believe that the professor will plan an attack at the Atlanta History Center.”

The Doctor muttered, “It’s a historical museum. A place she might enjoy.” He flashed his eyes toward (Y/N) and they both dwelled on their archeologist of a friend. River would love old museums.

“What intel are we waiting for?” Jack asked, eyeing their position on the city map.

Amy scrolled through her phone, “They’re verifying that the professor was spotted in the vicinity. Noble and Williams are giving out the profile and monitoring the surveillance.”

“Let’s not start a panic at the museum unless we have to,” the Doctor said, rubbing hard at his face.

“Understood,” Jack said.

But (Y/N) had fixated on the scruff of the Doctor’s jaw. It was so strange to see him like that. He looked older. He looked more tired. He looked… like an adult.

She wanted his little toyshop salesman self to come out and make some childish remark about the taste of custard cream or the boredom of taxes.

“Can I have a moment alone with (Y/N).” The Doctor was still looking away as his colleagues shared looks.

Jack and Amy cleared their throats, sidling out of the room with quick steps.

(Y/N) wrung her hands again, feeling the uneasiness of an unscripted moment.

“Doctor…”

“You’re going to stay here when we go apprehend River Song.”

“Excuse me?” the words became lodged in her throat, “You can’t do that.”

He gave her a heated stare, “I’m not risking you getting hurt.”

“Doctor, how many times do I need to tell you not to worry. This isn’t real. I won’t really get hurt.”

“Did that Spanish flu hurt?” he asked, emotion flaring in his eyes, “Did laying in your sickbed hurt you?”

It did. But she knew there wasn’t any permanent damage. It was just a dream.

“I’ll wake up,” she said quietly, “It would force me awake.”

He gritted his teeth, “And what if it doesn’t?”

“God, I’d risk it, Doctor! We can’t stay stuck in here for the rest of our lives.”

He looked conflicted, “But it hasn’t been so bad, has it? The roles we’ve played.”

“That’s all it is, Doctor. It’s all play. It’s not real. I want to get back to our real lives.”

“You’re real,” he deadpanned, uncharacteristically still as he stood his ground. “You’re enough for me.”

She blanked. Her mind sifted out of her ears as she scrambled to form words. “Doctor… there are more realistic ways to have a life with me. You don’t have to dream one up.”

His shoulders stiffened, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I have a feeling you might.” She took a step forward, “You can’t create some fictional life with me where we play these characters that live normal married human lives.”

“We’ve never been married,” he said quickly.

“I had a feeling the next one might have us be,” she said just as fast. “It shifts to your wants, Doctor. But what you want here… right now – it’s not what I want. I can’t play a character and pretend that I’m happy with all this.”

His fingers started to fidget like they use to on their adventures, “You’re not happy.”

She lightly shook her head. “I want to go home.”

“You’re not happy here with me.” He said it more to himself then to her.

But she quickly cut in, “I’m happy with you on the tardis. I’m happy with you back in our own lives.” Her hands rose to clutch at her chest, “Please, Doctor – this isn’t right. We have to wake up.”

“There has to be another way than dying!” he said, furious again.

There was a whoosh of air and the pair of them were standing outside of a historical building, groups of people running around in a panic.

Their talk of the real world had them flying to the next scene.

They were clad in bullet proof vests, guns poised in their hands. Wires crept up their backs and into their ears. They could hear the rest of their team asking for orders and the whereabouts of Professor River Song.

“No,” the Doctor growled, addressing (Y/N). “You are staying here while I find River.”

“Like hell I am,” she cried back, taking off for the museum.

“(Y/N)!” the Doctor yelled, “It isn’t safe.”

The screams of the bystanders became muted as she searched for their friend. Seeing her here would mean River was sucked into the dream world too. She could no longer manipulate the rules of the dream.

Her feet pounding into the cement, she frantically searched the faces of the crowd. The Doctor was getting lost behind her, being swarmed by the public.

She cried out, “River! River I’m here!” She kept her finger off the trigger, but her gun was still brandished. “River Song!”

Then in the distance she heard a voice cry back, “(Y/N)?”

She flew around, there at the edge of the building was a pile of crazed, curly hair. She had her own gun at her hip.

“How did you get here?” (Y/N) asked, “Did you get pulled in?”

“Unfortunately,” River said, meeting her friend with a hug. “But I can still try to pull us out.”

(Y/N) eyed her gun, “You trying to get back in prison for murdering someone?”

River shrugged, “This is just a nightmare. None of it is real.”

“Feels real,” (Y/N) whispered, staring at the gun, “I suppose that’s what scares you awake.”

The gun was raised and aimed for (Y/N), “That’s the theory.”

“The Doctor’s not so sure.”

“He gets skeptical when it comes to the safety of those he loves.”

“People keep telling me that,” (Y/N) said, holstering her gun.

River took a deep breath, taking aim, “That he worries for your safety?”

“No,” (Y/N) said, “That he loves me.”

“Maybe you should take the hint,” the professor laughed, “This should only sting a little.” Her eyes flickered to behind (Y/N), “Incoming.”

“Hands in the air!” came the voice of Amy, “I said hands up!”

Jack was right behind her, “(Y/N), where is your gun?”

“It’s alright,” she responded over her shoulder, “I’ll see you guys when we wake up.” She gave a nod towards River Song.

She nodded back, firing three gunshots.

Red hot pain ran through (Y/N)’s lower abdomen. Two shots barely clipped the vest, but the third lodged itself near her hipbone, but definitely into her major organs. It was true, the shock and adrenaline that coursed her system made the bullets only slightly hurt.

She was falling to her knees when more shots were fired. In the distance she could see River Song fall to the ground.

The pain was sharp but was growing into something dull and achingly present. A hand pressed to her stomach came back coated in bright blood. The life was beginning to slip between her fingers.

“(Y/N)!” came a cry from above. Rough hands grasped at her body, pulling her in a way that made her wounds flare up.

She cried out, “Stop!” Her fingers were weak where she grabbed at the arms around her. It was hard to see – her vision was blurry. Her ears were full of a buzz.

But it was the Doctor that cradled her now, “What did you do?” he whispered. “What did you do?”

There was a crack in his voice and her heart began to hurt just as much as the rest of her body.

~~~

There was an insistent beeping somewhere next to her. The air smelled sterile and stuffy with disinfectant.

Her fingers picked at the cotton sheets around her. There was something taped to the back of her hand.

Opening her eyes, she spotted the IV drip. After adjusting she noticed the white walls and old machines measuring her heartrate.

She quickly lifted the blankets to look at her abdomen. After a quick inspection she realized that there weren’t any bandages. There was no evidence at all that she was shot just minutes before. Her skin was clear.

“Dammit,” she whispered, her head falling back into the pillows. They had jumped to another reality.

A crash against her windows had her looking for the source.

There, clad in scrubs and white lab coats, was Amy and Rory. The pair of them kissing like they were hungry for their last meal. Pressed against the window they were unabashed as they consumed each other.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. Great… they were stuck in a medical drama now.

And something else had become evident. The Doctor might have more control over the dream than she realized.

It was apparent that if the Doctor didn’t want to wake up, then (Y/N) wasn’t going to wake up either.

~~~

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[zoeykallus]

Hi hello there!

First of all I'd like to thank you for the content you provide us with! I sincerely can't get enough of your headcanons, they're so well thought out!

And if it's not much, can I drop a request? How do you think the Batchers (+ Rex maybe?) would react to being welcomed back home with a tackle hug? They've been away for too long and reader simply cannot wait for them to get up the ramp before jumping her man (bonus if they end up on the floor and reader attacks his face/helmet with kisses 🥺)

Please remember to drink water and take regular breaks for stretching :D

Aloha!

Thank you so much! I'm very happy to read this! 💗

Oh yes, I really like this idea, so sweet!

The Bad Batch / Rex x Reader HCs - Hug Attack

Fluffy

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Hunter

He's back from a mission and enters your apartment with the spare key you gave him.

"Hey Cyare, I'm back! Are you there?"

He hears you and takes notice before you come racing up. Honestly, he expects an attack, inwardly already prepared for you to be held hostage and for him to fend off attackers. The stunned look on his face as he turns in your direction, and you jump straight at him instead of an attacker, is priceless.

He's so perplexed that he lets you sweep him off his feet.

"Ughff-"

Lying on the ground, you half on top of him, he takes a brief moment to collect himself. Finally, he laughs and wraps his arms around you.

"I'm glad to see you too, Mesh'la. I guess you really missed me."

Echo

You dashed at him. Your hugging attack has startled him. Echo almost loses his balance, but can just hold himself upright.

"Woah!" he exclaims in surprise, "Careful, you'll hurt yourself on my armor!"

Echo really doesn't miss an opportunity to worry about your well-being.

You have your arms wrapped around him and grin at him. Echo has been out for a long time, and you've really missed him a lot, you're so happy to see him that you feel like you're glowing and beaming.

A smirk appears on his lips as he finally, very warmly, returns the hug and hugs you tightly.

"Oh I missed you my love," he says softly, "I couldn't wait to get back."

Wrecker

It's not that easy to throw him off balance. You take a running jump at him like a spider monkey, arms and legs wrapped around him. You know he can hold you, with ease, or you wouldn't have tried this stunt in the first place.

Wrecker is surprised, but it doesn't take him long to catch himself. He laughs heartily and wraps his strong arms around you, whirling you around until you scream with laughter and ask him to stop.

Wrecker chuckles, "Did you miss me?"

"So much!"

He grins lovingly at you and kisses your forehead.

"I've missed you a lot, too, all this time."

He puts his bag down and kisses you softly on your lips, before saying, "I brought you souvenirs from my trip."

Tech

Tech looks up, startled, and his first reaction is automatic: he avoids you. As a result, you almost collide with your hallway dresser. You're a little startled, just barely able to slow down.

Your eyes meet and you look at each other silently for a brief moment, then his cheeks turn red.

"Sorry, Mesh'la"

Tech hastily moves closer and puts his long arms around you.

"I startled you, didn't I?" you ask, giggling as you wrap your arms around him as well.

Tech reluctantly admits it, but he nods.

"Yeah, unfortunately."

You giggle and squeeze him warmly.

"It's so good to have you back".

Tech places a kiss on the top of your head and says dreamily, "It's good to be with you again."

Crosshair

When you hug him so tumultuously, he almost loses his balance. The toothpick falls out of his mouth, and he makes a grumbling sound.

With your arms around him, you look up at him, beaming. Crosshair rolls his eyes, sighing softly, but then he smirks and puts his arms around you as well.

"I guess that means you missed me, Kitten," he says, amused.

You nod eagerly.

"Very much so."

One of his hands strokes your cheek.

"I'm glad to be back, too."

"Did you miss me?" you ask, grinning.

"Couldn't think of anything but you" he coos, gently lifting your chin and kissing you.

Rex

His reaction to your stormy greeting, startles you both. He grabs you from your run and throws himself around with you. At the last moment, he realizes that you are not a danger and turns around so that you land on him and not on the hard ground.

With your hands resting on the breastplate of his armor, you look at him, startled.

"What the hell was that?" you ask, perplexed.

Rex smiles apologetically and kisses your chin before saying, "Mesh'la, I just got back from a mission, I guess I haven't quite put down combat mode yet. Sorry darling."

You laugh and shake your head.

"Okay, good to know, no more stormy hugs when you get back from a mission".

He straightens up and helps you to your feet. You beam at each other, incredibly happy to finally see each other again.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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[house-of-past-lives]

Can we sit and talk about some of the scenes in cars 3 that i liked?

This proves my past theories that they're pretty friendly with each other- past all of the New Gen's hard exteriors, they are just a bunch of goofballs... hence me giving snippets and shenanigans I think they do! Mainly following-

Cruz Ramirez.

Chase Racelott.

Bubba Wheelhouse.

Ryan Laney.

Daniel Swervez.

Lightning Mcqueen.

Jackson Storm.

Cam Spinner.

Tim Treadless.

And vague mentions of the other New Gens!

Welcome to my new series:

Next-Gen shenanigans.

SCENE 1:

With the races finishing off for the night, all the press and security lined up for the interview for Jackson Storm, being hosted by Darrell Cartrip and Bob Cutlass, was set to begin.

With the press' camera shutters flashing and illuminating the small stage that the 3 cars parked upon, you could see Jackson's simple, but practically iconic, smile shining through as he then looked at Darrell, who had begun to talk. "Alrighty then, let's get onto the details about tonight's race - how's it feeling to be in the top lead so far, Storm? I mean, let's be fair here. It ain't much of a surprise, but it's gotta feel good!" He let out a hearty laugh as the crowd followed. Jackson glanced away for a moment, feigning humbleness. "Come on, let's cut these guys some slack. Without those legends, someone's gotta pick up the pace. If it isn't them, then we all already know who it'll be." He chuckled, letting the camera's shine illuminate his livery. But as Bob had gone on to ask another question, no one had a single clue what was happening right behind the stage.

"Guys, are you sure about this?! He'll kill us!" Cruz stated, watching her familiar racers begin to absolutely ruin the interview.

"Cruz, come on, relax! I think this one's deserved for that stunt he pulled earlier." Chase rolled his eyes, looking up at the string that led up to the side of the stage. "Plus, it'll be fun. If he's such a tough guy, this won't do a thing." Danny let out a laugh, holding another string as Ryan held the last one. "Let's be honest- he's had this coming all week." Bubba blinked from the sidelines, wanting to be involved enough to see, but avoid most punishment. "Whatever happens, it's on you guys."

"Oh shut it Bubba."

Lightning was lucky enough to be passing by as they were doing this, quickly rolling up and startling them. "What are you guys doing?"

"...nothing."

Lightning stared at them, unamused. "You guys are ridiculous, I know what you're doing."

Ryan nearly dropped his string in surprise, causing the others to whisper-yell at him. "Don't tell our crew chiefs!"

Lightning stared, before laughing. "What? No! I'll help you guys. This stuff's always fun. 'Scuse me, Cruz."

Cruz blinked and watched. How did they get here? Why are they planning this now? She doesn't want to get in trouble- is Tex gonna be mad? She hopes not. But she did as he said and quickly reversed.

Lightning easily passed by, rolling to the side of the stage, already knowing he was visible and knew what would happen. Darrell quickly saw him and called him up, causing him to grin and roll up the ramp. This did not amuse Jackson but kept it played for the press. "Champ, good to see you." "Storm." They nodded in acknowledgment.

While Lightning went on to sabotage the interview, the others had prepared for the best possible moment.

While Jackson was facing toward the 2 interviewers, Lightning was lucky to get a side glance at the racers, who peaked over and quickly held up a tire, telling him to go.

He quickly moved himself to look at Jackson. "Hey, Storm, your crew chief's callin' you!" He got the racer's attention, quickly reversing down the ramp, letting the #20 begin to turn, and looking to the side of the ramp, wondering why Ray was calling him mid-interview.

He wasn't given enough time to even shout as he saw the bright liveries peeking out from the edge of the stage before he was practically blinded.

All of the racers laughed as he was practically shot at by some sort of light adhesive, causing him to shut his eyes. Right after, he could feel something cover him, and to add on, as soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the pop and the sudden cold cover his hood from what he could only assume was extinguisher agent. What did he hear right after?

The cackling of the racers he knew all too well, and the following of the crowd.

"Hey, Storm! You look good in pink, man!" Bubba laughed as Jackson shook the foam off of him, revealing his newly coated livery, now covered in bright pink glitter.

Lightning offered a wheel bump to Chase, before hearing the furious racer.

"MCQUEEN!"

"Uh oh."

"GO GO GO-"

Danny could hardly yell out past his laughing, and right after drifted around and sped off, causing the other 5 racers to skid off right after them, Cruz hesitating and meeting eyes with the furious Jackson.

"CRUZ, MOVE!"

"Oh- OH- NO NO NO I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!-" She yelled as she quickly reversed and drifted around, racing right up to the rest of them, Jackson right behind them as they all cackled.

Cam and a few of the other racers sitting behind the pits with their cans of oil had been chatting, Rich sitting next to him as Tim sat in front of them with J.D. and Harvey beside him. "Hey, did you guys see where Ryan and the other morons went?" "Nope. Haven't seen them since this afternoon- said they had something to go do."

Tim hummed as he took a quick sip of Nitroade before hearing a faint noise of the squealing of tires and loud laughing and yelling. Stopping, he squinted as he saw a few lightly illuminated liveries. "...Oh no..."

This caused the others to look at him before looking turning to where he was looking. Poor Cam didn't even get a chance before getting his can of oil splattered all over him and seeing a fleeing Cruz try to regain her treading. "I'm so sorry - I'll buy you another!" She panicked, hearing the other racers laugh at him before the rest of her friends passed them. They didn't even get much of a chance before seeing Jackson speed by and seeing his glitter covered livery, and that made them shift their attention and laugh at him and the small peices of foam still flying off of him.

...it was a long night.

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OK THIS TOOK ME FOREVER BUT I LOVE THEM SO MUCH 😭 they're such cuties. Hope you had a lovely day today! I'm going to be offline for a little, don't know when I'll be back!

This was in fact not proofread- let me know of any mistakes!! I am currently leaving the country so I'm on the road right now.

Bye!! ♡

#bobby swift #cal weathers #jackson storm #lightning mcqueen #pixar cars #cam spinner #bubba wheelhouse #tim treadless #chase racelott #ryan laney #danny swervez #cruz ramirez

[skylarstark4826]

It was dark.

It was loud. Deafening, almost.

Querl Dox couldn’t see Kara Danvers.

Strobe lights blinded him, and Alex had just gotten shot mere feet away from him.

Brainy had pulled the trigger.

Alex cursed as she stood back up and ran to hide until her vest lit up again.

It had been Kara’s idea to go laser tagging.

Brainy had been confused when she had initially explained the concept, in the all the time he’d known his friends, and all the time he and Kara had been in their relationship, this game had never been brought up. But Kara had put on her puppy dog eyes and he had agreed after a quick rundown of how the game worked. And because of those sweet eyes behind her glasses.

He would do anything for her.

But they were on opposite teams: Kara, Alex, and Lena versus Brainy, J’onn, and James.

Since this was a completely new experience for Brainy, he wanted to be on the same team as Kara to have a guide, but she thought the women against the men would be the most fun. Brainy didn’t agree, but again, he would do anything for her. 

Brainy’s team was ahead by a few shots. His aim was excellent, of course. Alex had gotten him twice in the first few minutes, but he had adjusted quickly to the loud, dark environment, seeing this game as a relatively efficient target practice in case he ever needed to fire anything more serious in the future. But he could definitely see the fun in this, too. Hitting his opponents was enjoyable. He wasn’t going easy on the opposing team, but he hadn’t seen Kara since the beginning of the round when they ran into the arena. He knew she wasn’t using her powers, none of them were, so, where was she?

Brainy stayed low, ducking behind blockades and half walls. He took his turns quickly and stealthily as he swept the neon paint splattered room. He spotted Lena and shot her quickly before he ran up a ramp that led to a second level to get higher ground. He checked his corners and turned when he thought it was clear.

He was wrong.

He was finally face to face with Kara. He smiled at her, happy to finally see her in here, but was met with a raised eyebrow and a devious smirk. Kara’s eyes were light behind her glasses. Her gun was hanging by her side, so he lowered his too.

“Brainy.”

“Hello Kara, I’ve been-”

His words were cut off by Kara grabbing Brainy by his vest and pushing him against the wall. She was careful, but there was still an audible thud when his body made contact with it.

That threw him for a loop, but he didn’t make a sound. He wasn’t sure how to react. His eyes were wide with surprise but grew even wider when Kara’s lips forcefully met his.

It was a deep, urgent, almost rough kiss. It was harder than she had ever kissed him before. His gun dropped out of his hands and they found their way behind her neck and in her hair as he kissed her back. She kept him securely in place as they kissed for a few more toe-curling moments before she abruptly pushed away from him.

Brainy’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at her behavior before she raised her gun and shot him right in the center of his chest. The color drained from his vest and he was out.

Kara gave Brainy a real smile then and placed another kiss on his lips. This one much sweeter, and she smiled as she placed it. “Sorry Brainy,” she laughed and ran off down to the first level.

The timer ran out right as she disappeared out of his sight and Kara’s team officially won. Brainy could hear James and J’onn each groan from different places in the arena as they realized the final score

Brainy shook his head, a little in disbelief at what just happened, but also in amusement at the stunt his girlfriend just pulled. “Kara, dear heart, that was cheating! I’m surprised at you!” he called after her playfully but was drowned out by Alex and Lena cheering their victory with Kara down below.

Of course, thanks to super hearing, Kara was still able to hear him. She turned to look up at where Brainy was leaning against the bannister on the second level, beaming at her. She blew him a kiss, winked at him, and shouted “I love you” up at him.

His smile grew and he shook his head again, completely in awe of this woman he was fortunate enough to call a partner in more ways than one. “And I love you,” he whispered down to her.

“Who’s up for round two?” Alex asked the two teams loud enough so they all could hear.

Everyone’s voices rang out in agreement and they made their way to the exit so they could get set up again for another game. Kara waited for Brainy to walk back down to the first level, her hand outstretched ready for him to grasp. He brought her hand up to rest against his lips before he quickly kissed her temple.

“I never expected you to play that dirty, Kara Danvers. It was an unforeseen tactic to say the least,” Brainy chided playfully as they walked together.

Kara’s cheeks turned pink and she shrugged. “I wanted to win, simple as that.” She pointed at him. “You didn’t seem to mind though, mister.”

“I…,” He began, but his words floundered. He cleared his throat. “That is not the point. It was still unfair.”

“Mmhmm,” Kara giggled as they walked out the door into the waiting room. “Let’s switch the teams up, yeah?” she offered as the group reset. Murmurs of agreement resonated around the room and they switched vests around. “I want to be with Brainy.”

He smiled at her. “Always,” Brainy reassured and squeezed her hand before they walked back into the black lit arena.

They were together this time.

And they always would be, no matter what.

#kara danvers #querl dox #brainiac 5 #Supergirl #karadox #XLC (brainiac daughter) #Kara and Querl #Brainiac 5 and Supergirl

[jargyles]

stonathan - just a call away

stonathan sunday prompt by @stonathanweek | prompt: "that sounds dangerous. i'm in."

"that sounds… dangerous." jonathan has his arms crossed tight, and his face is screwed up even tighter.

"i know, that's why i called you." steve sounds out of breath over the phone, and there's a muffled sound in the background that jonathan can't quite place- blinds opening, if he had to guess. "i mean, what am i supposed to do, sit here and watch? do i intervene? what if they want me to join, jon, i can't just wimp out in front of the kids-"

jonathan is about to provide a solution, entirely on the spot and low on the rate of success when it comes to dealing with the party's antics, then he freezes mid-suggestion. his face softens, but he feels more tense than before.

something about the way steve said "the kids" makes his ribcage itch; they weren't their kids, they didn't have kids together, so what does steve need to panic about "the kids" for? not that jonathan wasn't panicking too- he's shitting his pants at the idea of lucas and dustin setting up a ramp for max to "skate" with on her wheelchair in steve's yard- but steve assuming they had a shared responsibility to make sure the party didn't split their heads open makes him feel ice cold all the way down his spine.

"calm down, steve, they're fifteen." jonathan forces himself to speak, pinching the bridge of his nose. he knows that now, due to this phone call, and the added rustling of blinds on the other line, that something serious is brewing between them.

he should've been more keen to it, really; there were hookups at first, then moments separate from hookups that became more romantic, and moments separate from those that were downright domestic. they both took turns driving lucas to basketball practice, max to physical therapy, will and el and the rest to the movies, shopping, more appointments, more destinations- jonathan is surprised at himself for missing what it all meant.

"look, jon," that hushed mutter of his name, that grit of worry in steve's voice whenever something was beyond his control, "they're gonna eat shit out there, and i need help putting a stop to it. are you in or out?"

the way they'd hold each other on jonathan's bed, their inside jokes and knowing glances, the way will thought of steve as another big brother to rely on, leaving jonathan able to relax in his own home- it meant something permanent was staking its ground. it meant that steve, as unlikely as jonathan found it, was in it for the long run. steve was in it for him, and his family, and his extended family that planned phone call-inducing stunts in their backyards. to steve, this was probably now or never, a benchmark in what would shift them from "thoroughly involved friends with benefits" to just, well, boyfriends. partners, even. potentially.

jonathan, sighing in exasperation, already annoyed with it all, answers, "i'm in," and hurries to find his keys.

#stonathan #jonathan byers #steve harrington #kings.txt #stonathan sunday #aka the fic where steve has to call his maybe-boyfriend to handle their maybe-kids before they maybe-hurt themselves

[smartycvnt]

tap out

pairing: rhea ripley x reader

summary: rhea has a surprising revelation during her match with you

Your chest heaved as you gasped in air. If there was ever a match for the crowd to remember, this would be it. Tonight, you and Rhea were here to hurt each other. All of the emotional pain you'd been feeling, the hatred for Rhea that had been festering inside of you since her betrayal would be coming out. You were intent on making her feel what you had felt, just in a way that she'd understand. Rhea had taken so much away from you when she had left, and it felt like she didn't care. All Rhea wanted was a championship, but you had "failed" to get her one, so you were discarded.

"You can't beat me Y/n, you're pathetic," Rhea said as she kicked you. You rolled onto your back and placed your hands over your face. Tears were threatening to spill down your cheeks, but you wouldn't let them fall. Rhea didn't deserve to make you cry, not any more than she already had. It was going to be her turn to shed some tears this time.

Rhea glanced over at Edge, who was standing ringside for this match. He gave her a curt nod and watched with a wild look in his eye as Rhea walked over to you. She grabbed a fistful of your hair and lifted you up into a sitting position. Your head was yanked back, forcing you to look at Rhea as she grabbed your jaw. It was somewhat reminiscent of a different scenario between the two of you, one that you now knew meant absolutely nothing to her.

"Pathetic," Rhea growled as she watched the first tear fall. The look of disgust in her eyes set something off inside of you, even if you didn't have the energy to really act on it.

"I hate you!" you screamed at her. Rhea let go of your jaw, but she kept her hand in your hair to hold your head in place as she slapped you. You hit the mat once again and laid there in a dazed state.

"Submit her. Make her tap. Make her hurt. Show her what it takes to be a champion," Edge told Rhea. Rhea nodded in confirmation as she took a step towards you. You looked up at Rhea, a pleading look in your eyes.

"You don't have to do this," you said quietly. The mics wouldn't pick it up and the camera was focused on Rhea and not you. There was a moment where you saw hesitation wash over her. You caught a look of regret in her eyes as she looked at you. The blue eyes you had once found comfort in looked sad and tired. She knew what she had to do and despite her feelings about you, she was going to do it. They'd been buried deep for a long time and could stay for a little while longer. Besides, you had already told her that you hated her, which was more than enough for Rhea to accept the fact that she had lost you.

"What are you waiting for? Make her tap!" Edge ordered. Rhea moved forward like his perfect little henchwoman. She pulled you up onto your knees and turned you around so that you were facing the camera. She held you in a chokehold, a move that she had picked up from you. You felt her head dip down a little so that her mouth was right behind your ear. Through all the pain you were fighting through, you felt her place a kiss there, which definitely threw you off a little.

"I love you," Rhea whispered. There was no getting away from Rhea in that hold. Hearing her confession had sent you into a bit of a panic. Your already stunted ability to breathe worsened, so you quickly tapped out and scrambled out of the ring. Edge went inside to celebrate with Rhea, but when you glanced back at her from the top of the ramp, she didn't look happy. Instead, she was watching you wistfully. Whether she meant to or not, Rhea had played dirty, and somehow, you'd get your revenge against her.

#rhea ripley imagines #rhea ripley imagine #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #wwe #wwe x reader #wwe imagine #wwe imagines

[69bitterbeingz]

IF YOU'RE GONNA BE DUMB || CH. 2

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DISCLAIMER: This is a reupload from my prev account! best to follow the fic through ao3 [linked below] to avoid any future issues PAIRINGS - johnny knoxville, bam margera, steve-o, chris pontius, ryan dunn x female reader WARNINGS - swearing, injury mention

ao3 version

“How’s the black eye?”

“ Iced, it’s whatever, I’ve had worst. ”

“You sure wailed when that bouncer got you.”

“Fucking yeah? What the fuck do you expect me to do, it sucked!”

“ I didn’t wail.”

“Whatever. ”

You snickered to yourself, mindlessly scrolling through whatever obscure forum you had stumbled on. Since you struggled trying to hold the phone between your ear and your shoulder, you gave up and just held it with your hand, blowing your hair out of your face.

“ Anyway, shooting a stunt next Monday, want you to come down.”

“Ooh, what are you guys gonna do? Swallow an eel? Kiss a snake?”

“ FUCK no, don’t even joke about that. You’ll see when you get there, don’t wanna ruin the surprise.”  

“I see you’re a man of mystery, Margera.” You could practically sense his eye roll over the line.

“ I’ll text you the address of the set, our director said it’s fine. I think you’ll make good eye candy. ”

“Get fucked.”

“ Just a heads up, don’t be surprised if they’re naked.”

You paused, furrowing your eyebrows as you processed what he just said.

“Wait  what–?”

⋅───⊱༺ ♰ ༻⊰───⋅

It wasn’t that far of a drive, at least. When you arrived at the location, if felt kinda… dodgy… it was all the way out in some random field. You were starting to wonder if you were about to be murdered, but when you drove down near the lake bank, you saw the massive ramp and quickly realised it wasn’t  you  who was about to be murdered. You pulled the handbrake, staring in awe at the towering liability, only snapping out of it when a man approached your car.

“Hey, are you Bam’s friend?”

“Oh, yeah, [Y/N].” You got out of the car and shook his hand. “Thanks for letting me come by.”

“No problem, I’m Jeff Tremaine.”

“Hey, I swear you used to do that skate magazine, right? My drummer was  obsessed  with them, still keeps a big stack of em in his room.” You snapped your fingers as you recalled, and Jeff chuckled.

“Ah, yeah. Honestly, the stuff we do here isn’t all that different.” He started to walk towards the rest of the group, so you followed. “Drummer, huh? So you're in a band?”

You nodded, “Yeah,  Bappho  , you might’ve heard of us.” Jeff seemed taken aback.

“  Bappho?  I’ve actually listened to your last album, you've been in the media a lot recently. Even seen you on MTV.”

You laughed nervously. “It’s... a little overwhelming? But hey, I guess notoriety is what every band looks for, so I'm not complaining.”

He led you to where a group of men were congregated, many unfamiliar but a few you actually recognised. A face you definitely  weren’t  expecting was Tony Hawk’s, somebody you had met at an MTV afterparty a good few months back, and you couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face.

“  Tony!  No fuckin’ way, what the hell are you doing out here?” You called out, grabbing everyone’s attention. Tony was stood with Bam and another guy - he started looking very confused when Tony went right up to you and gave you a bro hug .

“Nothing much, got roped into something stupid. What about you? Didn’t think this was your thing.”

You pointed over to Bam, “Margera invited me.” The two of you joined Bam and the mystery guy; Tony seemed surprised, looking between you and Bam as the dark haired skater shuffled closer to you.

“You two know each other?” Tony asked, and Bam grinned.

“Met a couple weeks ago, she’s the reason I got that black eye.” He motioned to his eye - only then did you notice it was almost totally gone, leaving just a smattering of greenish discolouring in its wake. You pushed his arm, snickering.

“Don’t blame that shit on me, man, you didn’t need to get in between me ‘n that bouncer.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, but decided that was a story he didn’t need to hear about. You eased into the conversation quickly, you discovered mystery guy was called Matt Hoffman and he seemed pretty cool. But then you spotted three men approaching your little group, and though you didn’t know their names, you knew their faces. Were you nervous or cautious? Probably the second, these people are insane… a nd admittedly attractive for sadomasochistic man children.  The tallest one with the shades poked Bam’s shoulder, then edged his way into the group.

“Who’s this? You got a girlfriend, Bam?” He asked, a slight southern drawl to his voice. Not so subtly he looked you up and down; you weren’t impressed.

“Not his girlfriend. Which one are you?” You responded, but immediately cut back in with a giddy giggle. “  Wait wait wait,  I know your face! You’re the porta potty guy, right?” The guys behind him started laughing among themselves and playfully jabbed the tall one, seemingly getting a kick out of the nickname while he chuckled to himself and adjusted his sunglasses.

“That’s what they called me in college, now I go by Johnny Knoxville.” He held out his hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly - you can appreciate a guy who can take a joke.

“Nice to meet you, Knoxville. I’m [Y/N].”

He smiled charmingly, “Pretty name you got there.” Suddenly, a guy in nothing put a thong, bra and bunny ears cut into the conversation, a goofy grin on his face.

“Bunny the lifeguard, I’m here to make sure everything’s safe.” He spoke in a mock serious voice, before breaking down into a cute giggle. “Actually I’m Chris - I’ve listened to your music, by the way! It’s cool to meet you.” This dude was all smiles, and my  god  it was infectious. You couldn’t help cracking a smile yourself.

“Thanks  bunny,  it’s nice meeting you too.”

“And this crazy bastard is Steve-O.” Johnny introduced the last unknown face, a guy with buzzed hair and no shirt, revealing his shittily done tattoos. Johnny slung his arm over the guy’s shoulder, while he just grinned, all teeth.

“‘Sup, dude.” Then he paused. “Or uh… chick?”

“Dude’s good. Like your take on the heartagram.” You pointed at his chest, and he smirked as he looked down.

“Aw yeah, came to me like a vision from god.” He snarked, voice rough and rumbly, but you liked it.

“So, may I ask what a sweet thing like you is doing down in the dirt with  us  dogs?” Johnny asked, looking at you curiously as he let Steve go and leaned forward. You noticed just how tall he was compared to you, looming over you and making your heart beat rise. You weren't sure if you felt threatened or attracted. 

“She’s a dog like the rest of us!” Bam cut in before you could reply, swinging his arm around your shoulders which made you jolt in surprise. “You should see her after a few drinks, she didn’t get those bruises from dancing.”

“Yeah, Bam said he got his black eye from hanging out with you.” Chris pointed out, and you rolled your eyes.

“Like I said, he chose to get in between me and the bouncer. I had the fucker by the nuts, not my fault he felt the need to  rescue  me.” It came out slightly more bitter than you intended, but nobody picked up on it, just laughing and shoving Bam playfully.  Boyish tomfoolery,  you guessed, especially when Bam jumped on Chris to get him to shut up. With the space vacant, Johnny moved in next to you and put a hand on your shoulder, leading you away from the scrap that suddenly started. 

“Why don’t I introduce you to what we’re up to today?” He offered, leading you to the large ramp constructed by the lake.

“How…  big  is that ramp?” You asked warily, and he contemplated for a second.

“I don’t know, 15? 20 feet?”

“  Jesus–  what the hell are you doing with that thing?”

Johnny cackled giddily and pointed up at the loop.

“We’re gonna get some of the guys to ride down from that platform, loop the loop, then off the ramp into the lake.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, following his finger as he explained, and pursed your lips. “They signed waivers, right?”

“Oh it’s  fine,  we got lifeguard Bunny after all.” 

You looked back to Pontius still wrestling with Bam, catching his eye as he looked up; he smiled sweetly at you, though the momentary distraction gave Bam the upperhand to pin him to the ground. “Yeah, I'm sure that takes care of everything.” Soon enough, the camera crew yelled for everyone to get their shit together and start filming; you left the boys to it and stood off to the side next to Tremaine and the camera guy [you think his name was Rick?]. Johnny started in his signature style.

“Hi, I’m here with Mr Matt Hoffman, Mr Tony Hawk, and today they’re going to attempt the Loop.”

It was a little hard to watch - Matt went first on his BMX, and it went exactly the way you thought it would, wiping out pretty hard. It took him a little while to get back to it after, thought you were surprised he got back up at  all  . At least he was getting paid to break his neck. To your surprise, he actually managed it in the end, doing the full loop and even spinning off the ramp into the water. As dumb as it was, it was honestly pretty cool. You started getting into it when Tony got in position - you even whooped for him as he skid down the ramp and wiped out in much the same way. As he set up for the next attempt, you couldn't help noticing a blonde guy started pestering Bam - you could just about hear him say ‘are you gonna stop being a pussy?’, must have been about doing the ramp. Coincidentally, you agreed with the blonde. Bam  should  stop being a pussy, and maybe you could convince him.  Bam immediately noticed when you approached the pair, and he started to bite his knuckles with a nervous smile. “No  way  man.” Apparently he already knew why you were there. You grinned wickedly, hooking your arm around his neck in a boisterous manner, throwing him off guard for a second.

“C’mon Margera, don’t be a wuss, eh?”

He pushed you off, giggling. “No fucking way I’m gonna break my fucking back!”

The blonde guy leaned over to you, and in a hushed voice said, “Say you’ll give him a kiss.”

“Huh?”

“He’ll totally fall for it, just say it.”

You gave the blonde a suspicious look, but you had to admit he was probably right. So, you grabbed Bam again and held him against your side.

“I’ll kiss you if you stop being a weakass.”

Bam paused, like he was really mulling it over, and you couldn’t believe this was actually working.

He gave you a cheeky smile, “  Just  a kiss?”

“Don’t push your luck, don’t you get paid for this shit?” 

Finally he relented, and jogged over to the top of the ramp with his skateboard in hand. You hated to admit it but he was kinda cute, in an immature way. You snapped out of your thoughts when somebody bumped into your arm.

“You’re the girl he met, right? The band chick?”

It was the blonde that was egging him on.

“That’s what he’s calling me?” You'd rib him for that later, “Yea, that’s me.”

“Cool, I’m Ryan Dunn. Known Bam since he was in knee pads.” He introduced, and he held out a fist for you to bump - sure, makes more sense than shaking these wackos hands like business associates. “C’mon, let’s go watch him eat shit.”

And eat shit he did, crashing onto the bottom of the wood ramp mere  millimetres  from the cushioned mat. That one made you cringe, sucking the air through your teeth - you weren’t serious when you said you’d kiss him, but now you kinda owed him. He tried a couple more times before Tony and Matt took another stab at it, while Bam sat on the grass and licked his wounds. He was too busy trying to massage away his aches to notice you approach.

“Hey, damn near snapped your neck there.” 

“At least I’m not a pussy.”

“This is seriously some high school shit, how old are you again?”

“You’re a goddamn hypocrite!”

You hummed and sat next to him. Quickly, so  you  didn’t wuss out, you pecked him on the cheek. Blink and you miss it, but it was enough to startle him. 

“...What, that’s it?”

“Cram it.”

That’s when Steve-O joined the conversation, taking a seat at Bam’s other side.

“Gnarly wipeout, dude.”

“Yeah well, at least ‘m getting paid for it.” Bam scoffed, while Steve chuckled.

“You should try it, [Y/N].” The tatted man suggested, pointing at you so it was exactly clear who he was targeting. 

“What, you wanna see a chick get hurt that bad?” It sounded like a weak excuse, because it was.

“You’re not a  pussy  are you?” Bam suddenly asked, and that shut you up. Look, you’re not a prideful idiot, but you’ll admit you  are  prideful. However, you weren’t keen on dying on screen.

“This is stupid.”

Which just made them cackle like hyenas - god, these guys laugh at anything. 

“She’s  scared!  ”

“Aww, you worried you’re gonna break a nail?!”

“Can you even skate?”

Irritated, you screwed up your nose.  “No, I can’t skate for shit.” You grumbled, but then your mind started to drift and the chaotic little demon that lived in the  dumbass  region of your brain started to whisper sweet nothings. “...But there is something I can do.”

A few minutes of rummaging around in your car boot yielded your prize - a pair of roller skates that looked straight from 1985. Bam was taken aback.

“  You  roller skate?”

“Roller skates, blades, ice skates - I can’t do boards but I can do shoes.”

Steve-O leaned over your shoulder, giving you a toothy grin. “C’mon, it’ll be funny as shit.”

And unfortunately he was right, it  would  be funny as shit. Which is how you ended up at the top of the ramp, staring down at the certain doom that loop promised.

“[Y/N]’s gonna do the loop?” You heard Johnny ask from down below.

“Yeah, we bullied her into it.” Steve-O replied.  Assholes. This is so stupid, and you’re stupid for falling for it. Not that you’re backing out. You’re not a pussy. 

“Careful, [Y/N]!” Chris yelled out to you. “Don’t break your face!”

“Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

Ok fuck this, no more stalling. With the whoops of mid 20’s frat boys to power you on, you kicked off the platform onto the ramp. Your heart was racing in your chest, hammering so hard you thought it'd break your bones before the loop got the chance. Before you knew it, you were upside down, and your hesitation got the best of you. A split second of falling to your death, then landing on your shoulder onto the mat in a crumpled heap. What the fuck just happened...? It was so quick, you wouldn’t believe it happened if it weren’t for the adrenaline still thrumming through your veins. You just about recognised Johnny hanging over you, a strange expression on his face.

“[Y/N], you good? How’s your head?”

You knew you were staring at his face, but it was like you were looking right through him. The buzz was still washing over you, just one thought in your mind:

I wanna do it again.

“I can totally do it this time.” You said breathlessly, and Johnny’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“What?”

“I can  totally  clear that ramp!” 

You stumbled up from the mattress and rushed past him to climb back up to the top of the ramp, the boys looking at you like you’d grown a second head.

“The hell is she doing?” Bam asked as Johnny rejoined them.

“She said she’s gonna clear it.”

“  Seriously?  After  that  wipe? Did she hit her fuckin head?” Bam seemed incredulous, maybe a little concerned, the complete opposite to Chris and Steve-O.

“Do it, [Y/N]!” They both yelled. “You fuckin got this!”

That’s all the encouragement you needed. You figured all you needed was just more momentum, so you threw your weight forward, bending at the knees to pick up as much speed as possible. The loop approached quickly, and you fought every instinct you had to splay out like a starfish, and instead hunched down as low as you were able. You wrenched your eyes shut, feeling your stomach flip, but you didn’t fall. 

You didn’t fall…?

Holy shit you didn’t  fall!

Wait, where did that leave you then?

You opened your eyes, and suddenly you were facing the other ramp right at the water’s edge. There wasn't even time to be scared, in a split second you were catapulted off the ramp’s end and flew into the water, crashing face first into the lake. Was that cheering you could hear through the water? You weren’t sure, you were too distracted by the liquid rushing into your lungs. Something strong grabbed you, and you would’ve panicked if you didn’t recognise the floral bra. What a great lifeguard, after all. You started hacking up lake water as soon as you broke the water’s surface, barely noticing that Chris was practically cradling you. “That was awesome! You alright?”

“Y-yeah sound, just–  ack  , fuck, how much water does a lake  need?  ”

He dragged you over to the edge of the water and helped you out like the gentleman he is, excitedly praising you all the while. As soon as you were stood in the grass again, you were mobbed by excited man children; Bam was laughing like a maniac, playfully shoving you.

“The fuck man, you  actually  made the loop?!” He was finding it hard to believe, which made Ryan scoff.

“Yeah, not even you could do that, huh?” Ryan remarked, getting a punch to the shoulder, then punched Bam back - man, they really can’t help themselves.

“I didn’t expect you to get back up.” Johnny admitted, that curious look in his eye even stronger than before; “You weren’t even wearing a helmet.” In that very moment, your head started to throb, like him mentioning the lack of protection made your body realise you were actually pretty hurt. You could damn well feel it, that's for sure. You wobbled a bit, leaning on Chris- sorry, Bunny for support, making him hang onto you a little tighter. “Woah, you okay?”

“Yeah, uh… I don’t think I actually made it out of that one unscathed.” The longer you stood and the more the adrenaline wore off, the heavier your head felt on your neck - you were starting to get a little dizzy, and you guessed it was apparent as Bunny started ushering you away from the group.

“Hang on, I’ll take you to the medical tent. Baby steps!”

For a guy who acted like a frat jock, he was actually quite sweet, hands surprisingly gentle as he led you over the flimsy little tent off to the side. The medic’s approach was very casual, she just had you sit for a while and drink some water while she tested certain things [“how bad does your head hurt?” “does it hurt when I poke here?” “how many fingers am I holding up?”], all the while Chris sat with you and made upbeat conversation. You learned quickly that he was the definition of a goof, and even if some of his jokes were groaners, you still laughed at every one. Even after the medic brushed you off with a bump to the head and nothing more, he stuck with you until you were feeling right again.

“Glad you didn’t get too fucked up on your first day here!” Chris chuckled, and you waved him off.

“Yeah, that’d be embarrassing.” You glanced back at the medic. “Not the most chipper, eh?”

“She��s stuck around since they first started the show, so she’s dealt with a lotta shit. Literally the first stunt Jeff and Rick ever filmed with Johnny, he broke his ankle.”

“  Seriously?  Maybe they should’ve taken that as a bad omen.”

Chris giggled, and for some reason it made your chest feel fuzzy - blame it on the possible concussion, but the sun seemed to reflect on him in  just  the right way. The two of you got wrapped up in your own little world, until you heard Jeff Tremaine yelling to the rest of the crew to wrap up filming and move to the next location. Chris gave you a wary look. “You feeling alright?”

“I’m  fine  .” You dismissed, jumping up from the fold out bed to test your balance - good enough. Chris got up as well, bringing your discarded skates with him.

“Do you wanna tag along with us to the next stunt? There’s only one left on the schedule today, then we’re all going for drinks.” He said the last part like it would sweeten the deal, but drinking didn’t sound so great right then. Sure, you weren’t dizzy anymore, but you had the sense to know drinking on a maybe head injury wasn’t a great idea.

“Pass, I’m just gonna drive home.”

“Are you sure about that…?”

“You got a better idea?”

He shrugged - apparently not. Chris ended up walking you to your car, even putting away the roller skates and holding the door open for you, like a proper    gentleman  .

“Are you  sure–?  ”

“Yes, yes I’m sure, swear that’s the fourth time you’ve asked.” You meant it light-heartedly, but he still seemed sheepish.

“Why don’t you text me when you get home? Just so I don’t think you’ve crashed or something.” He held out his hand through the open window. “Here, I’ll put it into your phone!”

And you obliged, handing off your phone to the guy in the bra you just met. You sent him a text to confirm you had the right number, and he blew you a kiss before you drove off, promising to tell the guys you said goodbye. As you pulled out of the field and onto the road, you thought about the gaggle of daredevils you were becoming acquainted with. Honestly, other than Ville, you hadn’t made many friends since you came to LA a few months ago - granted, you moved for the sake of your band, but it wouldn’t kill you to think about your social life, too. And now within a couple weeks, you’d been dragged into an entire friend group.  Bizarre  . You were starting to think you should’ve grabbed everyone else’s numbers before you left, but you’re sure there would be other chances. On cue, your phone buzzed on your dashboard, and at the next red light you grabbed it long enough to see who it was.

Chris: nice meeting you! If ur feeling better come to the bar tonight!! Love bunny <3

Bam: can’t believe you left without saying bye. come to the bar tonight

Two numbers achieved, three to go.

#jackass fanfic #jackass x reader #johnny knoxville x reader #bam margera x reader #steve-o x reader #chris pontius x reader #ryan dunn x reader #if you're gonna be dumb

[tastybluesprite]

COULD U DO DISASTER TWIN HC PLSSSSSS, I need my DDD (daily does of donnie (and sometimes leo))

YOU ASK AND I SHALL DELIVER!!!

I love this duo so much ❤️

- Sometimes when Donnie was a little tot, he would get nightmares, so he would go to Leo’s room and just sneak into his bed. Sometimes Leo would wake up, not even questioning anything, and role over more so that Donnie could be more comfortable. But sometimes he wouldn’t wake up and in the morning would smile when he would see Donnie fast asleep next to him. To this day Donnie won’t admit that ever happened, but Leo remembers, and he treasures those memories.

- When Donnie would get sick or severely injured, Leo would always go straight to his side and would refuse to leave until he was better.

- Whenever Donnie is having a panic attack of some sort (usually from sensory overload) Leo will take his hand and trace shapes over his palm to help calm him down and ground him.

- Building on that, one time Leo decided to sneak up on Donnie and try to tickle him, but Donnie got so overwhelmed by being attacked and feeling helpless bc of not knowing what to do, and he started freaking out and crying from panic. Leo immediately stopped and began to trace softly on his palm and fingers, and Donnie slowly calmed down. Leo profusely apologized and vowed not to do that ever again without Donnie’s say so.

- One time Leo broke his wrist because of a skateboarding accident, so when Donnie was patching up his wrist, he scolded him about being more careful and to stop doing dangerous stunts on the ramp in the lair. Leo acted all annoyed, but secretly he was touched that Donnie wanted to make sure he was safe.

- One time for Donnie’s birthday, Leo, Raph, and Mikey all worked together to make a cake in the shape of a cogwheel to symbolize his love for tech and surprise him with it. Donnie won’t admit it but it made him so emotional to see how much love they held for him.

- I saw this headcanon somewhere, but I completely agree with it. Sometimes when Donnie can’t sleep, he and Leo will have a Lu Jitsu marathon.

- I also love the headcanon that when they were kids, sometimes they would cosplay as their favorite characters from Jupiter Jim, and would act out a whole scene together.

#sprite🥤 #headcanons #tmnt #rottmnt headcanons #tmnt donnie #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #disaster twins #disaster twins headcanons #donatello headcanons #leo headcanons #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt headcanons #fluff #wholesome

[disneyreactor]

the muppets S2EP02: Mama Bear

Fozzie Bear's mother visits the studio to see Fozzie work on the show. Meanwhile, Gonzo breaks an arm while performing a stunt in the writers' room.

"My ma is visiting today to see me on the show in person," Fozzie says to the camera. "It's going to be great. At least I hope it is because she had to pause her hibernation for this. Take it from me, a tired bear is a dangerous bear."

[the muppets title card]

The camera pans to the studio, more specifically, the stage.

The Electric Mayhem is sitting in the audience chairs, eating some special brownies.

"A cop tried to pull me over this morning," Floyd tells the band. "Keyword is tried. They couldn't outrun my car." He lets out a laugh.

"Like, that's for sure." Janice agrees.

On-Camera Interview

"Well, I ate a few of their brownies this morning; they were good, but I feel all floaty and relaxed," Bobo Bear tells the cameraman. "It's legal, but it's best not to let the boss man catch them with those brownies."

End of Camera Interview. The camera pans over to Fozzie Bear and an older female bear, assuming his mother.

"So, what do you think, ma? I stand at that podium during the show and for warmups, I'm closer to the audience," Fozzie explains. "I warm them up with jokes."

"Oh, my boy, I'm so proud of you." Emily Bear coos at her son with a kiss on his cheek.

"Aw, ma."

"Where is Kermit? I missed that small frog."

"In his office, working as always."

"Ooh, he's a hardworking frog, isn't he?"

"He's the best. Becky's at a close second."

Emily stares at her son. "Who?"

"Uh..."

On-Camera Interview

"My ma hasn't met Becky yet," Fozzie tells the cameraman with a hint of fear. "Oh, she's gonna murder me." He chews on his nails to soothe himself.

End of Camera Interview

"Becky is my girlfriend." Fozzie reveal to his mom, his voice trailing off from nervousness.

Emily doesn't say anything for a moment before squealing with excitement. "Ooh! My baby cub has a special girl! I must meet her soon! This is exciting! I can't wait to tell the family!" She pulls her son into a hug.

Fozzie lets out a certain laugh. "Yeah, it'll be great."

The camera pans to the writer's room. Gonzo has their famous costume on with some rollerblades. To the left, there's a ramp leading to the wall.

"Gonzo, Kermit will have us killed if he catches this happening h'okay." Pepe warns.

"Why do you care?" Rizzo interjects.

"I have dates tonight, rat." Pepe says.

"Whatever, okay." The stunt devil counts down from three and rolls onto the ramp. The cameraman catches it all.

Then, everyone hears a crash and a crack, causing them to gag.

"Oh man, that sounds nasty," Rizzo states. "This is coming from a rat, so take that into consideration."

"Oh, this hurts like a cracked egg." Gonzo says, staring at their clearly broken arm.

The scene starts in Kermit's office.

Scooter rushes into the office. "Sir, something happened in the writers' room!"

Kermit sighs as if he's questioning his life decisions. "What?"

"Gonzo broke their arm while performing a stunt."

"How the hell did they--never mind, make sure they get to a doctor." Kermit commands.

On Camera Interview

"I'm not even surprised at this point." Kermit shrugs.

End of Camera Interview. The new scene shows the start of the show as Fozzie's mom sits in the front row.

"Wocka, wocka!" Fozzie exclaims. "My ma is here tonight! Hi, ma!"

The camera pans to the older bear.

"Hi, baby!" Emily bear calls.

"Tonight, we have a musical guest! Please welcome, Lizzo!"

The camera pans to Lizzo, who performs her hit song, Truth Hurts. Then it pans over to Miss Piggy, who mouths the words and dances to it from her desk. It pans over to Kermit who's watching the host of the show.

"Hehe, the frog is simping, h'okay." Pepe lets out a chuckle.

Kermit hears the prawn yet doesn't deny it; he insteads pans the camera on her more than Lizzo which will be something Sam Eagle will be angry about later.

Lizzo ends the song, and Piggy walks to her with a smile. "Thank you, Lizzo, honey. That was amazing!"

"Anytime, Miss Piggy! I loved being a guest on the show!"

Miss Piggy turns to the camera. "That's all for tonight folks, be sure join us next time for more fun!"

The scene goes to the urgent care where Gonzo's arm is being put in the cast.

"I'm gonna do it again." Gonzo says.

END OF EPISODE

#the muppets #kermit the frog #miss piggy #fanfiction #the muppets abc

[laresearchette]

Thursday, March 07, 2024 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT: THE THUNDERMANS RETURN (Premiering on March 18 on YTV at 7:00pm)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA RICKY STANICKY

DISNEY + STAR POOR THINGS

NETFLIX CANADA THE GENTLEMEN (GB) I AM WOMAN THE SIGNAL (DE)

CURLING (TSN/TSN3) 10:00am: 2024 Montana's Brier: Pool Play (TSN/TSN4) 3:00pm: 2024 Montana's Brier: Pool Play (TSN) 8:00pm: 2024 Montana's Brier: Pool Play (TSN4) 10:00pm: 2024 Montana's Brier: Pool Play

MLB SPRING TRAINING (SN) 1:00pm: Philles vs. Rays (TSN5) 1:00pm: Atlanta vs. Red Sox (SNEast/SNOntario) 6:00pm: Jays vs. Tigers

TENNIS (TSN4) 2:00pm: Indian Wells - Early Round Coverage Day #2

NHL HOCKEY (SN360/SNPacific) 7:00pm: Flames vs. Lightning (SNWest) 7:00pm: Oilers vs. Blue Jackets (TSN2) 7:00pm: Habs vs. Hurricanes (TSN4) 7:00pm: Leafs vs. Bruins (SNPacific) 10:00pm: Canucks vs. Knights (SN) 10:30pm: Islanders vs. Sharks (TSN5) 10:30pm: Sens vs. Kings

NBA BASKETBALL (TSN5) 7:00pm: Pacers vs. Timberwolves (SN1) 9:00pm: Raptors vs. Suns

THE GREAT CANADIAN POTTERY THROW DOWN (CBC) 8:00pm: It's raku week and the potters are all fired up.

LAW & ORDER TORONTO: CRIMINAL INTENT (City TV) 8:00pm: When a beloved art professor, Eve Kinwood, is killed, the team must use her art to find the "Real Eve" and her killer.

ALMOST PARADISE (CTV2) 8:00pm: Alex goes undercover as a prisoner and, with the help of Kai and Ernesto, figures out how The Waterboarder has been running his criminal empire from behind bars.

HOLMES FAMILY RESCUE (CTV Life) 8:00pm: These homeowners always put their family and friends first, but after suffering a stroke, they need help with their own bungalow; Mike, Sherry, and Michael step in and uncover a number of dangerous issues, and look to create a safe home.

THE BRIDGE (Discovery Canada) 8:00pm: Luke and Maura must choose between the rest of the group and themselves; back at camp, reinforcements arrive in the form of two new team members.

AN OPTIMIST'S GUIDE TO THE PLANET (Crave) 8:10pm: Move

THE NATURE OF THINGS (CBC) 9:00pm: A hair-raising journey into the salon, the lab, a remote Chinese village, a baby nursery and even a wildlife sanctuary to explore the surprising new research at the root of hair.

LEGO MASTERS AUSTRALIA (Discovery Canada) 9:00pm: The teams have to build a stunt vehicle that can go up a ramp and soar through a ring of fire, clear nine LEGO school buses and explode on the ground.

GAY GAMES (Out TV) 9:00pm: The Gays Games XI Guadalajara 2023 are the largest sporting and cultural event in the world aimed at the LGBTQ+ community and allied people.

#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #the great canadian pottery throw down #law & order toronto: criminal intent #almost paradise #holmes family rescue #the bridge #an optimist's guide to the planet #the nature of things #lego masters australia #curling #mlb baseball #tennis #nhl hockey #nba basketball

[needsandcravesvinylandthrift]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Blippi Monster Truck Stunt Set.

[allsonicgames]

Sonic Riders

Original Platform: GameCube

Original release: 21st February 2006

Available to buy: No

Sonic Riders on the surface looks like it’s a slightly different Kart racer. It has a mascot, item boxes and crazy looking tracks: something that could be simple but a ton of fun. Sonic Riders is not like this at all, instead it’s a fairly unique racer with some complex mechanics.

The game will just throw you into it, so if you haven’t read the manual you will not understand what it happening in the slightest, with gusts of winds flying at you from other characters, stopping because your hoverboard (Extreme Gear as the game calls it) has run out of air. Upon reading up, and it’s more confusing than it really needs to be.

Air is fuel, you collect it by preforming stunts, getting it from item boxes or going through pit stops (which will hold your character in place until charged up). You can use this to boost, but use too much and you’ll have to run instead. Following air waves left by players in front of you make you go faster, and allows you to perform stunts for more air and speed. However, you can miss shortcuts because of this.

Shortcuts are also dependant in type of character: Speed characters use rails, Fly characters can fly though rings (with very difficult controls so you’ll probably just fall instead) and power characters can smash through walls…although other character can do so with a slight drop in speed. From what I experienced, Speed racers simply have better shortcut access.

Some shortcuts can be accessed by making higher or longer jumps of ramps which I only got to work a couple of times. Item boxes seem less what they are in Mario Kart and will mostly be air or rings (which upgrade your characters for the race, making you faster). There are a couple of weapons, but they seemed to be very rare.

There’s a story mode with a fairly dull story (and involves characters giving Robotnik chaos emeralds for a tournament he’s hosting…no surprise he has something up his sleeve) and some new characters who are descendants of an ancient group of thieves called Babylonians. Voice acting is especially bad, even for Sonic.

Sonic Riders is really just a confusing mess. The main thing I liked about it was the starting grid. You can walk backwards for more of a run up, then run forward to get your speed as high up. There’s an electric fence across the starting line that will stun you if you run into it before the countdown timer finishes. It’s way more fun than tapping a button at the right moment.

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[battingforhours]

Bay Oval, Mount Maunganui: Day One

Anticipation had given way to trepidation earlier in the week, after a punishing tropical cyclone passed by and wrecked large chunks of the North Island of New Zealand. Somewhat fortuitously, Mount Maunganui was spared the worst of it, allowing for the show to go ahead. And after a month on the road, what a joy it was to settle down to enjoy some Test Cricket.

Swarms of tourists had descended upon the Bay Oval, at first glance an idyllic venue with its extensive grass banks but hiding a substantial amount of container shipping activity behind it. Tim Southee won the toss and decided to bowl first, surely the best route for New Zealand to win the game against such a powerful batting lineup. Mark Richardson’s dry opening question to Ben Stokes (“Ben, you’re batting first, so you’ll just go out and whack it, right?”) drew a laugh, but was closer to the truth than was comfortable to admit.

First we had to endure Zak Crawley’s latest exposure to a level of cricket that continues to appear above him. He managed to get out three times in 14 balls before trudging off — a spectacular Neil Wagner delivery first up crashed into his stumps through the gate, met by an explosion of delight by the bowler, only to have the energy sucked out of him by the dreaded call of no-ball from upstairs. Crawley might have wished it had ended there, but was forced to prod for a few more deliveries before predictably nicking off to a classic Southee delivery.

The contrast with his opening partner couldn’t have been greater. Ben Duckett timed the ball so cleanly and effortlessly on his way to a classy 84 from just 68 balls. A simple technique and a positive mentality have combined successfully to bring a new lease of life to his international career. It was a huge surprise when he spliced a drive to short extra cover and had to trudge off.

Meanwhile, Ollie Pope had looked busy but assured, with his propensity to shuffle down and hit through mid-on working nicely for him. He also seemed to be judging when to leave the ball quite successfully, right up until the moment when he failed to withdraw and edged Southee to the cordon. Why Joe Root decided the following over would be a good time to wheel out his reverse ramp shot, I’m not sure, but edging it to slip and giving New Zealand two new batsmen to bowl at was not particularly clever — although Wagner was of course delighted by it all.

England have Harry Brook to thank for not just steadying the ship but relaunching it, as his fluency of scoring once again demonstrated his prodigious talent. Whilst he initially seemed slightly less comfortable at the crease compared to the warmup game at Seddon Park a week ago, he regularly ran the ball into gaps behind square on the off side to keep the scoreboard ticking over. Joined by Stokes, who was watchful but not passive, they moved the score past 200 before the captain refused to let one of the many short balls from Scott Kuggeleijn go past, instead playing a cramped pull shot which floated straight to mid-wicket. Ben Foakes arrived at the crease and initially scored quite freely, helping England to 279/5 at dinner. The platform was set.

One of the joys of this regime is that where Ben Stokes has gone, the rest have followed. A fearlessness has released players who previously felt shackled by fears and expectations. Unfortunately, it does also mean that recklessness can spread too. After dinner, England decided to take on the short balls despite the traps being there for all to see. Brook dragged on, Broad holed out, Foakes chipped one up chasing a lost cause, and Leach followed suit. It felt like a waste of what was an excellent base to reach at least 400 from. You could understand if England, inserted on a greenish pitch, were being picked off by fuller seaming deliveries, but the subsidence to short balls was disappointing even when you factor in their radical approach.

The new radicals then pulled another stunt by declaring on 325/9, as they’d rather have Jimmy Anderson bowling in the twilight rather than batting. He only started with a two-over spell before Ollie Robinson replaced him, a shrewd move as the ball was seaming more than it was swinging. Sure enough, Stokes had the Midas touch and Robinson dismissed Tom Latham with a catch at bat pad.

Devon Conway and Kane Williamson watchfully absorbed some pressure during those new ball spells but a switch from the Mount End to the City End helped Anderson to turn up the heat. First, Conway edged to second slip, only to see Zak Crawley spill a simple chance — what a terrible day he was having. Next, a ball on a perfect length nipped back to Williamson, and despite an enormous appeal Aleem Dar decided he’d heard two noises — he was correct, but neither of them were the inside edge of Williamson’s bat, and so the first review of the day was a successful one which sent the former skipper on his way. Soon after, another perfect delivery drew an edge from a struggling Henry Nicholls — Crawley redeemed himself somewhat by grabbing hold of this one. Anderson finished the day with figures of 7-4-10-2. He’s 40 years old.

Wagner’s eventful day ended with him being tasked with nightwatchman duties, which he performed diligently and successfully. The hosts ended 37/3, with hopes pinned on Conway, a thin middle order, and a flattening pitch under sunny skies forecast in the coming days. It’s hard to escape the thought that this match won’t get close to a fifth day, particularly given how England approach their cricket, but stranger things have happened. See you tomorrow…

[danwebster37]

Bay Oval, Mount Maunganui: Day One

Anticipation had given way to trepidation earlier in the week, after a punishing tropical cyclone passed by and wrecked large chunks of the North Island of New Zealand. Somewhat fortuitously, Mount Maunganui was spared the worst of it, allowing for the show to go ahead. And after a month on the road, what a joy it was to settle down to enjoy some Test Cricket.

Swarms of tourists had descended upon the Bay Oval, at first glance an idyllic venue with its extensive grass banks but hiding a substantial amount of container shipping activity behind it. Tim Southee won the toss and decided to bowl first, surely the best route for New Zealand to win the game against such a powerful batting lineup. Mark Richardson’s dry opening question to Ben Stokes (“Ben, you’re batting first, so you’ll just go out and whack it, right?”) drew a laugh, but was closer to the truth than was comfortable to admit.

First we had to endure Zak Crawley’s latest exposure to a level of cricket that continues to appear above him. He managed to get out three times in 14 balls before trudging off — a spectacular Neil Wagner delivery first up crashed into his stumps through the gate, met by an explosion of delight by the bowler, only to have the energy sucked out of him by the dreaded call of no-ball from upstairs. Crawley might have wished it had ended there, but was forced to prod for a few more deliveries before predictably nicking off to a classic Southee delivery.

The contrast with his opening partner couldn’t have been greater. Ben Duckett timed the ball so cleanly and effortlessly on his way to a classy 84 from just 68 balls. A simple technique and a positive mentality have combined successfully to bring a new lease of life to his international career. It was a huge surprise when he spliced a drive to short extra cover and had to trudge off.

Meanwhile, Ollie Pope had looked busy but assured, with his propensity to shuffle down and hit through mid-on working nicely for him. He also seemed to be judging when to leave the ball quite successfully, right up until the moment when he failed to withdraw and edged Southee to the cordon. Why Joe Root decided the following over would be a good time to wheel out his reverse ramp shot, I’m not sure, but edging it to slip and giving New Zealand two new batsmen to bowl at was not particularly clever — although Wagner was of course delighted by it all.

England have Harry Brook to thank for not just steadying the ship but relaunching it, as his fluency of scoring once again demonstrated his prodigious talent. Whilst he initially seemed slightly less comfortable at the crease compared to the warmup game at Seddon Park a week ago, he regularly ran the ball into gaps behind square on the off side to keep the scoreboard ticking over. Joined by Stokes, who was watchful but not passive, they moved the score past 200 before the captain refused to let one of the many short balls from Scott Kuggeleijn go past, instead playing a cramped pull shot which floated straight to mid-wicket. Ben Foakes arrived at the crease and initially scored quite freely, helping England to 279/5 at dinner. The platform was set.

One of the joys of this regime is that where Ben Stokes has gone, the rest have followed. A fearlessness has released players who previously felt shackled by fears and expectations. Unfortunately, it does also mean that recklessness can spread too. After dinner, England decided to take on the short balls despite the traps being there for all to see. Brook dragged on, Broad holed out, Foakes chipped one up chasing a lost cause, and Leach followed suit. It felt like a waste of what was an excellent base to reach at least 400 from. You could understand if England, inserted on a greenish pitch, were being picked off by fuller seaming deliveries, but the subsidence to short balls was disappointing even when you factor in their radical approach.

The new radicals then pulled another stunt by declaring on 325/9, as they’d rather have Jimmy Anderson bowling in the twilight rather than batting. He only started with a two-over spell before Ollie Robinson replaced him, a shrewd move as the ball was seaming more than it was swinging. Sure enough, Stokes had the Midas touch and Robinson dismissed Tom Latham with a catch at bat pad.

Devon Conway and Kane Williamson watchfully absorbed some pressure during those new ball spells but a switch from the Mount End to the City End helped Anderson to turn up the heat. First, Conway edged to second slip, only to see Zak Crawley spill a simple chance — what a terrible day he was having. Next, a ball on a perfect length nipped back to Williamson, and despite an enormous appeal Aleem Dar decided he’d heard two noises — he was correct, but neither of them were the inside edge of Williamson’s bat, and so the first review of the day was a successful one which sent the former skipper on his way. Soon after, another perfect delivery drew an edge from a struggling Henry Nicholls — Crawley redeemed himself somewhat by grabbing hold of this one. Anderson finished the day with figures of 7-4-10-2. He’s 40 years old.

Wagner’s eventful day ended with him being tasked with nightwatchman duties, which he performed diligently and successfully. The hosts ended 37/3, with hopes pinned on Conway, a thin middle order, and a flattening pitch under sunny skies forecast in the coming days. It’s hard to escape the thought that this match won’t get close to a fifth day, particularly given how England approach their cricket, but stranger things have happened. See you tomorrow…