#stinkface story

[munchymuchy]

New Money

(It’s the year 2006 it’s been two years since rikishi was released from the wwe. Though he’s still getting money and traction through doing his signings..it started to feel boring to him so he started doing something more fun to pull in money)

Rikishi sat in his car in nothing but a trench coat and a hat in front of the hotel waiting for one of his clients to come. After being released from the wwe rikishi found another way to make money..he was giving out personal stinkfaces to his fans.

Strangely his family had no problem with him doing it but told him to keep it on the low as not to make a media frenzy. Kishi kept looking forward to the motel in his own thought until he seen a car pull up into the lot. He waited to make sure before he got out that it was one of his client and surely enough it was.

It was man that looked like he was in his early 20s and looked like he weighed about 137 pounds with shaggy brown hair. He watched the man go inside and came back out with a room key. He sat for a little longer before he got just to make sure no one was around and made his move to the room door. He knocked a few times and waited for it to open.

Rikishi looked over his shoulder a couple a times to make sure again that no one was around and the door creaked open.

???: H-holy shit it’s really you

Rikishi gives a soft chuckle and softly push the door open and closes it quickly. The young looked as pale as a ghost, like he was a little scared. Kishi looked at the boy with concern and patted his head

Rikishi: Aw come on little dude, not gonna hurt ya.

The man seemed to look more relaxed and gave a nervous laugh. “Now, let’s get started” Rikishi said and started to take off his hat and started to untie his trench coat. The man sat on the bed watching the older Samoan man strip in front of him. He opened his trench coat revealing that he was wearing nothing under there besides a red thong.

???: wait, I thought you wore a black thong

Rikishi: You’re right, had to improvise since I gained all this weight. Booty got too big for the other one.

Rikishi seen the man blush a little when he said that. He gave him a small smile thinking he could have so much fun with this one.

Rikishi: oh yeah, don’t forget ya gotta pay me first before we start

Rikishi said putting out his hand out for money.

That snapped the man back to reality and reached into his pocket pulling out a wad of cash. It took rikishi by surprise that this young dude had this much money. He had atleast 1,000 dollars in a band. Rikishi put it on a desk and dropped his trench coat. He walked in front of the man and grabbed his face a little and then turned around to show off his butt.

Rikishi could feel the him breathing heavily on his butt. He could feel his hands on his butt squeezing one of his cheeks and wiggling the other. Seemed like the boy was having fun back there already. Rikishi hiked up his thong a little more and started to bend over signaling to him to dive his head in. The man wasted no time and put his face in his crack.

The boy started to sniff deeply taking in the scent with such an eager sniff like a dog. Rikishi started to move his hips in a circular motion so he could go deeper in his ass. After a couple of minutes rikishi stomach started to let out a low growl. Causing the man to pull back from his butt.

???: ya’know…if y-you need to fart..you can…you can do it on my face.

Rikishi looked back at the man surprised at what he said. He raised an eyebrow at him causing the man to almost back pedal.

???:O-or you d-don’t have to you can just let I-it out in bathroom or i-in a corner. I-I’m not gay or w-weird or anything ju-

Rikishi: what ya name son?

Finn: F-finn?

Rikishi: we’ll finn I’ll do it, don’t back pedal ain’t no judgement here

Rikishi reached behind himself to grab Finn’s head to place him in back his butt. Rikishi gave a little grunt and let off a 4 second fart into the man’s face. Finn moaned and grabbed the side of his cheeks to get in deeper. Another fart came out a lot stronger and bubblier. Rikishi looked down and saw Finn’s pants have a tint in the front. Rikishi laughed at the man getting a hard on after finn claimed he wasn’t gay.

Another growl emanated into the room. A lot deeper and louder..sounded like more gas was brewing and sounded like it was worse. He looked back at the small man deep in his butt sniffing away like a hungry animal. He pulled from the man’s face and started to peel his thong off showing his bare ass to the man.

Rikishi: hope your ready because your in for a treat!

Rikishi started to spread his cheeks wide, allowing finn to see the insides of his cheeks. Discoloration, a lil hair and his pucker. Before finn could react, rikishi backed his ass up onto his face. His ass wrapped around Finn’s head like a glove and let a wet fart fly out onto Finn’s face. His nose was right on his hole so every fart went straight into his lungs.

Finn started to get weak and his eyes started to feel like they were closing. However, his weakened state didn’t last long due to rikishi clamping his cheeks down on Finn’s face. With that, rikishi let off a fart that started off SBD and grew louder. It lasted around 12 seconds and Finn couldn’t handle it anymore blacking out inside the crack of this giant man.

Rikishi reached behind himself again and pulled the man out of his butt. Finn was basically a rag doll with a little brown smudge of his nose that look like a button. It even looked like he came in his pants. Rikishi got his stuff together, his money, and walked out with another satisfied customer.

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Hope you all enjoy the story. I kinda came up with this off the top of my head. I might do two more parts to this not sure yet.

#rikishi #fart kink #stinkface #stinkface story #slight shart

[stinkfacestories]

A For Effort (Commission)

You were slammed into the locker with such force that it took you a full minute to realize what had happened. The tall jock,known for his brute strength, had picked you up with ease and lifted you up to his level. You could feel the cold metal of the locker pressing against your back, the force leaving you dazed and disoriented.

As you looked up at the jock, you could smell his breath as he spoke, the stench overpowering. It was hot and stale, the smell clinging to your face, making it hard for you to breathe. His eyes were cold and hard, filled with contempt and hatred. You could see the remnants of food stuck in his teeth, he sure did love lunch.

His body odor was equally as overpowering, a combination of stale sweat and gym socks. The combination was overwhelming, making your eyes water and your stomach churn.

As he started to speak, you could see the spittle flying from his mouth, hitting your face and adding to the unpleasant sensation. You could feel the heat emanating from his body, the sweat soaking through his clothes and onto yours. Being trapped in such close proximity to him was suffocating, the overwhelming smell making it hard for you to focus on his words.

"What the fuck did you do, you greasy little nerd?" Jimmy growled, his lip curling in disgust. His eyes were filled with anger and contempt as he glared at you, his entire body tense with rage. The way he spat out the words made it clear that he had no respect for your kind. His words were dripping with contempt. It was clear that he was superior to you in every way, and that he took pleasure in that fact.

Jimmy's bulky frame loomed over you, his biceps bulging and his chest heaving with anger. His strength was intimidating, and you could see the veins popping out on his arms. He stood tall, his broad shoulders and thick neck giving casting an imposing presence. He was the epitome of physical strength, and you couldn't help but feel small and weak in comparison. His muscles rippled as he flexed, the sight of his raw power making it clear that he could easily kick your ass.

"I didn't do anything Mr. Gunderson. Nothing" you said.

You had written his english essay the week before. There is no way anyone would have known. It was flawless. It was the most masterful essay that this school had ever seen.

"You got me a fucking A. They want me to read it in front of everyone. I thought I told you nothing higher than a B minus?" He growled as he gripped you tight.

He had just finished a grueling practice session, his body drenched in the salty-sweet aroma. The pungent scent of his sweat filled the air, the musky odor emanating from his pores. His clothes were saturated with it, the fabric clinging to his skin. The combination of the scent of his sweat and the acrid smell of the sports equipment created an overpowering stench. Droplets of sweat fell from his hair, releasing the unique blend of his natural body odor. 

You went to apologize, but he was in no mood to hear it. As soon as you opened your mouth, he twisted inward, his face contorting in anger, and smothered your face in his right armpit. The stench of his unwashed body and sweat was overwhelming, the smell so potent that it made your eyes water. The warmth of his body and the dampness of his armpit added to the suffocating sensation, making it hard for you to breathe. You struggled to break free, but his grip was too strong, and you were trapped in the cloud of his body. It left you lightheaded and disoriented, struggling to keep your composure as you were engulfed in the stench.

"You fucking nerds. I warned you what would happen if you fucked this up" Jimmy said.

"No please, not that"

He placed you on the ground with care, the cold concrete biting into your skin. He then picked up the bucket beside him and placed it over your head, the rim of the metal container pressing against your forehead. The top of the bucket had been cut out, so you were looking up at Jimmy's smiling face, his expression a mix of mischief and glee. As you stared up at him, a pungent smell wafted down from above. It wasn't long before he turned around and began to lower himself onto the bucket, his body weight causing the metal to creak and groan. His ass spilled out of his football pants as he pulled them down, revealing his sweaty, dirty underwear. The smell of his unwashed body and the pungent aroma of his ass filled your nostrils as he sat down on the bucket, trapping you beneath him.

He was less than an inch from your face. Jimmy did two things well, football, and shop class. He had built this thing to accommodate every curve of his muscled ass. He called it the Beef Bucket, and it was his crowning achievement. He reserved it for those who really pissed him off.

He let you stew there for a moment, allowing the raw, unadulterated scents to permeate your senses. The pungent odors of sweat and body odor, mixed with the acrid smell of the metal bucket and the musty scent of the concrete floor, filled your nostrils and lingered in your throat. He seemed to take pleasure in the discomfort it caused, giving you just the right amount of time to fully soak in the overwhelming stench. 

Then he let it out

His cheeks clapped as he ripped a classic, epic, legendary Gunderson fart. You had heard it before, but it had always been in open areas where the air could move freely. But in the beef bucket you were trapped, there was no escape from the putrid stench that filled the small space. Every last rancid whiff of chili and hotdog-scented gas was allowed to settle on your face like fog on a September morning. The stench was  of rotting meat and spoiled dairy was mixed with the acrid smell of sulfur and the musty scent of old socks. The combination was almost unbearable, the stench so potent that it seemed to cling to your skin and hair. You could feel the smell seeping into your clothes, the odor clinging to the fabric, refusing to be washed away.

The smell was so overpowering that it made it hard for you to breathe. Your eyes began to water, and your throat constricted, as if trying to shut out the smell. You could feel your stomach churning, the smell triggering an almost visceral reaction. The sensation of being trapped in such close proximity to the smell was suffocating, the overwhelming stench making it hard for you to focus on anything else.

Jimmy got off the bucket and peered into it, his eyes locking onto your face with a wicked grin. The smile on his face was sinister, the corners of his mouth turned up in a cruel sneer. His eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and malice, as if he was relishing in the discomfort he caused. He seemed to take pleasure in your predicament, the sight of you trapped in the bucket providing him with a twisted form of entertainment.

"Hold on tight, you little piece of shit," Jimmy snarled, his lips curled into a cruel sneer. "Because I ain't finished with you yet." His voice was filled with anger and malice, the words spoken through gritted teeth. His eyes were dark and full of hatred, the expression on his face one of fierce determination. It was clear that he had no intention of letting you off the hook, that he was going to make you pay. He was going to make sure that you suffered, and that you would remember this encounter for a long time to come

#stinkface story #writing commisions #Jimmy farts gunderson #face farts #1341 words #15$

[kenkingjr77]

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[gothfoxgirlboy]

Have you ever written a horny wrestling story? Lots of chances for humiliation. Plus stinkfaces 😋🍑

I don't think so but I was thinking about horny wrestling today. What a coincidence

#the catboy nyas

[simnationlifebefore]

I think in stories siblings should only ever call each other brother or sister if they’re purposely being sarcastic... otherwise it’s the baby sibling pointing at the trash and saying “Look it’s your home, stinkface” 

[cavenewstimes]

Booker T On Working With Rikishi In WWE & Taking The Stinkface

By /June 14, 2023 12:30 pm EST If there’s one thing Booker T doesn’t want to be remembered for throughout his decorated career, it’s being on the receiving end of one of the most infamous Stinkfaces ever delivered by WWE Hall of Famer Rikishi. Booker T, a two-time Hall of Famer himself, recounted the story behind the night he took the move from the 425-pound Samoan superstar on “WWE SmackDown”…

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[auravulpes]

Am I coming out a bit too strong making this the first new piece of art I upload to tumblr? ... Eh, fuck it. Wanna see the wrestling outfit I designed for Venti?!

I've had a sketch of this lying around in one of my sketchbooks for over a year and I decided today was the day I'd do something with it! I'd say I have no clue what sort of brain rot led me to draw this, but I know exactly what sort of brain rot led me to draw this. Let's just leave it at the person whose eyes you're looking through happens to be a 'sona of mine...

Anywho, I think this otherwise mostly speaks for itself. Not sure why I gave him elbowpads but not kneepads, the shoes could have been more, eh, boot-esque, and I'm not 100% sure what that weird thing on his chest is, but I kinda like it.

As fun further tidbits, I imagine Venti a very flirty kinda wrestler. He just comes off that way to me (hence, the look on his face here). Movewise, I imagine it'd be a mix of "flirty" stuff and flying. So, expect plenty of moves from the top rope, but also for him to be shoving either his ass or his crotch in your face a lot. You know, lots of stinkface and bronco buster type stuffs. He's probably more submission oriented, but more technical than power submissions. Put it this way, he can absolutely put you in positions hard to power out of, but if you end up trapped between his thighs, you could probably pry them open unless you're losing that badly. (Incidentally, I could totally see him, having absolutely dominated an opponent, finishing them with a headscissor, but, like, one of the ones where their face is, once again, pressed into either his ass or his crotch.) As for the rest of his damage output, it's probably very Judo-y. He's small, so I can't see him hitting hard without jumping from the ropes, but that smallness could probably be pretty good in using an opponent's momentum against them. Basically, he'll use your moves against you, toy with you a fuckton, drive his ass through your chest from the top rope, then force you to beg for mercy in either some tricky submission or just between his thighs if you lost that badly. But, if you're reasonably strong, you can basically just overpower him and snap him in two, so there is that.

Anyways, long story short, wrestler Venti. Enjoy! Maybe one of these days, I'll treat y'all to some combination of art of the 'sona I referenced and wrestler Venti fanfic...

#my art #genshin impact #genshin venti #venti #wrestling #genshin au #those thighs could choke me out any day of the week

[miqojak]

You think it’s safe to close yourself in with the Beast?

If you think I’m afraid of you, you’re wrong.

You should be afraid.

Maybe you should be afraid of me. Go ahead, piss me off, Barrons. See what happens.

Little girl thinks she’s all grown up now.

His mouth moved into a smile that I’ve grown familiar with over the past few months, shaped of competing tensions: part mockery, part pissed off, and part turned on. Men are so complicated.

- Jericho Barrons & Mackayla lane, The Fever series

(ft. @ketsuchikotetsu! ...and an excerpt from a favorite book series whose main characters have a lot in common with these two.)

#miqo'te #Balmung rp #crystal rp ffxiv #fever series #Jericho Barrons #Mackayla Lane #[The Jackal and the Wolf] #Little Robin #why yes the bird bath is in the photo on purpose #stinkface #tail-touches #smug catte #a story in three parts #the similarity in these characters is in fact uncanny

[munchymuchy]

First stink face story

[A young, handsome man named Jason works as a chiropractor with most of his clients being women since not too many men want another man touching them. This has always been great for Jason since he's very closeted and doesn't want to be labeled a pervert. Everything was fine until he got a new client....a client named Rikishi]

"You have a wonderful day Mrs.Sanderson! Be sure not to put too much strain on your back, that's where all those pesky knots come from Haha," Jason said waving to one of his older female clients. "Oh dear thank you so much, with hands like yours I know you'd make a woman very happy with those," said the old woman smiling at Jason. Jason nervously chuckled at the old woman "Oh I might one day just not right now". Before the older woman could respond Jason hurriedly went back to his office while waving goodbye.

Jason sat down and sighed in his chair. "Man...what a day...maybe I can relax for a little bit bef-" Just as he finished his sentence he heard a bang, "What the hell was that?!". Jason rushed out of his office and saw that AC fell completely out of the window and onto the ground. It was one of the hottest days of the year and that AC was the best the office had and it just suddenly broke. The rest of the office came in to see the commotion and just stood around the broken AC on the ground in shock. "Oh no!, how could this even have happened??" "It's too hot for the AC to be out" "Why lord why!!" The employees said. "Everyone! It's gonna be all right! Just calm down. We can replace this but it may take a while before it comes. We can most likely leave early since no on-" Just as he said that the door had swung open and everyone looked.

It felt like time froze for Jason, never in his 4 years of working has had a male client step through those doors but he never thought WWE star Rikishi would either!! His employees screamed excitedly and started to run over to the smiling large man. "Hey there everyone! glad that I could make yall day" said Rikishi hugging and shaking hands of some of the employees. Jason completely forgot he was just standing in place not saying anything so he mustered up the courage and walked over to greet him. "Welcome! welcome, it's glad to have you here" Jason said with a fake smile on his face, "it's an honor to have you here, I used to watch Wrestling when I was a kid and you honestly were my favorite" and with saying that he hesitantly put out his hand.

The jolly Samoan wasted no time and shook the man's hand with a firm grip. "Glad to see I'm still some people's favorites!" Rikishi said with a big smile. "Well let's get you into a room, my assignet will show you the way" One of the female employees began walking with Rikishi to show him the room but as they were walking Jason got a good look at his outfit as he walked away. He was wearing a yellow and white shirt with white shorts that showed the outline of his ass. Jason's whole world felt like it was in slow motion watching Kishi's gargantuan ass move cheek by cheek jiggling like jello in a balloon. Jason could feel his face getting hot and one of the employees took notice "Mr.Yards? Are you ok? Mr.Yards?" Jason snapped out of his trace and cleared his throat "Y-yes I'm alright, ok everyone! this will be the last client for today. Since it's very hot and the AC isn't working you all are free to leave early. As soon as I'm done with this client I will close up". Jason said trying to sound as professional as possible.

All the employees thanked Jason and one by one started to leave. As they were leaving Jason made his way to the room where his very famous client was waiting for him. Before Jason walked in he said "Deep breaths Jason...just don't screw this up...just think blankly and professionally" and with that being said he put on a fake smile and opened the door. "So sorry to keep you waiting Mr.Fatu! I apologize for the lack of cool air, I'll try to get you out as quick as possible". "It's alright son! And just call me Rikishi no need to be formal," Kishi said with a smile. As the big man was sitting upright on the traction Jason saw small stains of sweat on his body especially under his arms, between his thighs. Jason couldn't really see his ass since he was sitting down but he started to imagine a huge sweat stain in between his cheeks. Before he could imagine the smell rikishi touched him on his shoulder "You ok uce? You looked really out of it and you look kinda red too" Rikishi seemed worried for the man thinking that he might've had a fever or something. "O-oh! I'm sorry it's just the heat. Now let's get started," Jason said motioning Rikishi to lay on his stomach.

Jason was right about before...Rikishi's ass crack was covered in sweat! it was right down the middle looking like someone poured water on his white shorts. Jason could feel himself wanting to bury his face deep into his ass licking and sniffing it but he snapped himself out of it and started doing his work. He started at the top of his back with small massages to loosen him up. A relieved sigh as a response came from the massage. "Man, that feels great". "I'm glad you think so," said Jason trying not to focus on his ass. "ya'know....I don't really let a lot of people touch me..too many weirdo's out here," Rikishi said with a chuckle, and with that Jason gave a fake chuckle back realizing he's one of those weirdos "Well I'm glad that you trust me". With that small talk out of the way, Jason made it to the middle of his back and pressed down and a small gurgle filled the room. "Hope ya don't mind, had a little Taco Bell before I came, might release some steam if you press too hard," He said in a joking manner. Jason hesitated to press down but he had to it was his job. When he pressed both a loud crack and a 4-second beefy fart filled the room. Jason was surprised at how loud it was and the smell, he snapped out of his trace "I-i-its perfectly normal, just means your body is r-relaxing." Jason glanced at the big ass that was on the table and could've sworn the sweat stain got bigger. Jason's mind started to slip and then he felt his cock getting hard. Thankfully rikishi's head was down so he couldn't see anything but the floor. Jason was finally at the last part of his back which was his lower back. His lower back was literally just his ass and now Jason could see his ass up close. It was so big and sweaty...he could even smell the mustiness between his cheeks.

"You good back there uce? hope the sweat doesn't bother ya" said Rikishi but Jason was too busy trying to find a firm place to put his hands without getting any honier. Rikishi too noticed the man's silence and not touching him so without warning he raised his head up and turned it to see the chiropractor standing there almost drooling with his hands over his ass and a bugle in his pants. Before Jason could snap himself out of it, it was too late his eyes met with the 400-pound Samoan and they just stared at each other. "I-I-IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE I SWEAR!" Jason said stuttering backing up against a wall while Rikishi still lay there and held eye contact. However that staring contest didn't last long, rikishi rose up from his spot towards the babbling man. Jason shut his eyes tightly expecting pain but all he felt was hands being placed on his shoulders. He opened his eyes and saw Rikishi with his hands on his shoulder pushing him down to the floor. Jason let this happen and sat there confused on the ground until he saw the big man pull his shorts down and realized what was going to happen to him.

Jason finally had a much closer look at his ass. He was wearing underwear that barely covered his ass that was covered in more sweat than his shorts. Both cheeks looked like moons with numerous craters even his stretch looked like scars from a battle. Before Jason could react his cheeks slammed against his face and a ray of different smells went through his nose. "So you are one of those weirdos huh? I figured I felt your eyes on my ass as soon as I walked in. You like don't ya?" rikishi said pressing the boy farther into his musty crack. All Jason could do was scream into his but all it did was vibrate into his ass. Jason's cock started to throb even more...he felt like he was gonna cum in his pants until Rikishi grabbed it. "nu uh uh, don't even think about it...Hold it in." Jason's mom's mind started racing but that was cut short because of some of the sweat getting into his nose. It was so swampy and humid, it felt like he couldn't even breathe but...he wanted more. He pushed his end in deeper and started to wiggle his head between his doughy cakes, he even opened his mouth licking the inside of his cheeks. He tasted sweat and a bit of shit on his tongue. Rikishi got off the man's face causing the room to be filled with a suction sound while a trail of saliva came from his butt leaving Jason gasping for air. "Wow...you really like this you fucking perv. you liked that then your gonna love this" Rikishi walked back over to the table and bent over wiggling his ass. "C'mere, how about you put that little hotdog between these two buns."

Jason wasted no time and quick to his feet and took his pants off. His cock felt like it was gonna burst, did suspect one day he'd expect to hotdog a sweaty Samoan's ass? well, he was today and he wasn't gonna stop. Jason spread his cheeks and placed his cock between them. Without warning rikishi clenched his cheeks around his manhood causing him to yelp "Don't think I gave you permission to cum yet, you better hold it in until I tell you." Jason nodded his head as Rikishi unclenched and allowed him to move between his cheeks. Jason took it into his own hands and slid Rikishi's underwear off wanting to feel more and more. This surprised Rikishi at the man's desire for this ass. An ominous gurgle filled the room followed by a grunt and a 8-second wet fart bouncing off Jason's dick. He started to go faster between his cheeks, and the smell mixed with the heat of the room started to make Jason dizzy....he wanted to cum so bad but he had to wait. Rikishi grunted again realizing more farts, for a second he thought he had shit on the man's dick but luckily he didn't. "C-come o-on can I cum now??!" Jason said out of breath and on the brink of exploding between his giant ass cheeks. "Ya'know....I give you permission..but after this" He clenched around the man's cock again and let out a steamy 10-second fart, this caused Jason to cum 4 times at once and then passed out on the ground.

"Wheew, you really did a number on yourself, kid, I mean you didn't even actually put it in my ass and you're all tuckered out," He said chuckling looking back at the man who passed out and dick all soft. Jason mumbled nonsense to himself while the large Samoan just chuckled to himself while picking the man up by his shirt to face the halfway concussion man. "I think you'll be my favorite chiropractor from now on," Rikishi said smiling deviously while the man blacked out completely.

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Hi everyone! this is my very first story regarding Rikishi's stink face. There isn't a lot out there so I mustered up the courage to share mine. I honestly hope with this there can be more stories out there lol

#stinkface #rikishi #stinkface story #fart kink #WWE rikishi

[stinkfacestories]

Photo Record

"Why am I taking your picture" the football center said "Well you got a C the homework you were supposed to do for me, nerd, and I need a B- to avoid summer school. I'm about to sit on your face and punish you with some nuclear beef and onion farts and I figure someone might want to know what your face looked like before I wrecked it"

#stinkface story #stinkface #farting #face farting #jock #photo captions

[about-faces]

BATMAN: THE LONG HALLOWEEN MOVIE LIVEBLOG (1/?)

Opening scene! I see they got rid of the Godfather pastiche of “On this, the day of my daughter’s wedding!” shit entirely, moving the location of Bruce and the Roman’s meeting to the latter’s penthouse. Is the screenwriter trying to make this movie stand on its own, or is it a tacit admission that all of Loeb’s Godfather references were cheap and lazy? Let’s see! 

Oh hey, they gave Bruce an actual reason to say “I believe in Gotham City.” In the comic, he just says it because Loeb wants people to go “Yes, I’ve seen The Godfather too!” There’s no reason for Bruce to say it, given that he immediately moves onto talking about something else entirely. At least here it’s backed up by the context of his conversation with the Roman. Already, this movie is bending over backwards to make Loeb’s plot make sense.

Between this and all the screenshots I’ve already seen, Harvey Dent always looks angry and/or evil with constant downturned eyebrows. Before he was Two-Face, he was Resting-Bitch-Face.

The opening credits showing Tim Sale’s art feels like a half-assed way to deal with the fact that the animation style, though stylized in its own way, in no way resembles Sale’s art which really made TLH a hit. It’s like they’re saying “We can’t do it justice, but we can at least pay tribute to it with the opening credits,” but all it’s doing is highlighting how this isn’t Sale’s art. With its heavy cel shading, it’s more like Batman The Brave and the Bold on low battery.

Johnny Viti is a snitch for Harvey! Already the story is strengthening the idea from the comics that (name redacted) is the killer, by establishing an actual connection between Harvey and Viti! 

Seriously, is Harvey going to make this stinkface this whole movie? And how much is this movie going to abuse obvious foreshadowing the way the comic did?

Johnny Viti has been shot and killed. So they’ve cut the comic plot point of Viti murdering the banker Richard Daniel in front of his wife. Again, this creates a direct correlation between Harvey’s dealings with Viti and Viti’s murder, making it tighter and more sensical than the comic. Although I’m not sure where Viti was even shot. His head was exposed, but no blood is appearing behind it, just dripping down his hand and filling the tub. Whatever, compared to the comic, this is already a masterpiece of plotting.

GOD HELP ME I’M DOING THIS

Alfred is sad that no children are showing up at Wayne Manor on Halloween, despite the fact that he’s not even standing by the terrifying front gates and somehow expecting children to walk, like, a fucking mile up to their front door. Jesus, Alfred, at least make an effort before you give up! You’re giving out full-sized candy bars, they WILL at least show up to the creepy gates for that!

So they’re also adapting Bruce’s Scrooge-like arc from Loeb and Sale’s Legends of the Dark Knight Special: Ghosts, eh? Not a bad idea.

Alfred ghosts on Bruce mid-sentence! Cute implication that Bruce learned it from years of Alfred dealing with his batcrap and “nope”-ing out.

Tiny Babs and James Jr! Aw, look at JJ, being a happy normal kid and instead of the creepy “psychopath” he was retconned into being by Scott Snyder.

Aw, Gordon’s an adorable dad. He’s even playful and joking! Wow, I feel like I’ve never seen him be a sweet, loving dad to his kids, at least not when they actually were kids. It’s always conflict, angst, and/or neglect.

Ahhh okay there’s the “sorry family, my horrible job calls” moment. Well, it works better after showing him and his family actually being happy for once. The way it plays out in the comics, it’s a wonder that Barbara hasn’t just divorced him already, especially after his affair and JJ almost getting killed in Batman: Year One. 

Harvey returns home, still sporting that horrible face and looming like a sinister fridge. This is not a Harvey that instills tragedy so far.

HI, I’M BOB EVIL. 

Oh, he switched on the light and now his features have softened? Is this how they’re establishing his duality, that he spends his nights out and about like Mr. Hyde (even when he’s winning elections and looking his best for the press) and turns back into Jekyll at home or with friends? Interesting. Interesting. I hate it. 

Gilda lives outside, apparently, enjoying a nice dinner of cigarettes and wine, wrapped in her Depression Blankie.

She seems to be in a depressive haze, almost a dissociative state where she barely acknowledges Harvey at first even when he speaks to her. Then she realizes he’s there and her mood brightens because OH BOY OH BOY HARVEY’S HOME HARVEY’S HOME! Given how Gilda of the comics had absolutely no life, hobbies, nor interests outside of Harvey, this doesn’t bode well. But I’ve already been spoiled that this Gilda does have more of a backstory, which gets some big foreshadowing in the next moment.

Gilda, internally: “Oh shit.”

“Shit shit shit.”

“Shit fuck fuck fuck shit.”

“THINK, GILDA, THINK! PLAY IT COOL! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FU”

“SMOOTH.”

“Oh thank fuck.”

So okay, in keeping with the DC Universe in general, therapy just doesn’t exist here. Only snuggles and black and white movies with your spouse when he finally gets home from work and--

Harvey sees the Bat Signal and his jerkass scowl returns, while Gilda’s brief happiness vanishes. Time for Harvey to ditch.

If I squint my eyes and pretend that no greater story exists, I love this screenshot. 

“Oh cigarettes and booze, you’d never leave me.”

Okay, let’s see how they play out the famous rooftop meeting of the trio, which is usually credited to Loeb but was in fact created by two separate stories in 1990 by Bill Messner-Loebs (in the comic strips) and “Eye of the Beholder” by Andrew Helfer. Yes, I am still salty that even Christopher Nolan and David Goyer give Loeb credit for that, why do you ask? 

The familiarity between Batman and Harvey is played a lot colder than it did in the comic, which built off Batman: Year One’s clandestine partnership between the two. Don’t tell me this Harvey is going to be a bitter asshole to Batman as well as Bruce Wayne in this version. Hopefully it’s just a bad line delivery and Harvey’s stinkface making this seem worse than it will be.

Ah, I see they’re bringing in some of Nolan’s The Dark Knight into this Harvey, having him rage at Gordon for the failures of the police. Also, having him furious at his stoolie’s murder is an interesting change, given how callous he was about Viti’s death in the comics. 

Viti was about to turn state’s evidence against the Roman, and his testimony would have been damning enough to “put the whole family away,” so Harvey assumes the murder was a mob hit. I’m not sure what the killer’s motivation is going to be in this movie, but if it was to give Harvey less work so he’d go home (as in the comics), they sure as fuck screwed that up! Now he’s going to have to be in the office 24/7, starting again from square one! This will either be a major plot hole or indicative of a greater tragedy to come, depending on how the screenwriter has changed things. 

Batman wants to see the jack-o-lantern left behind at the crime scene, and Jim Gordon goes, “You think it’s important?” It’s literally evidence left behind by the killer, Jim! Of course it’s important! How the fuck did you make Captain?! Was it because every other cop was already out of work because they were corrupt?! 

Here, it’s Gordon who proposes the three of them work together, with an emphasis on Harvey and Batman being two sides of the same coin in a way that’s every bit as on-the-nose as what I just said there. I do like anything that emphasizes how Batman gets to be Harvey’s dark side before he goes off and gets one of his own, with blackjack and hookers. 

UGH. I guess even this script can’t resist Loeb’s penchant for dredging out obvious cliche idioms that heavy-handedly reference Two-Face. On top of that, the way this plays is like Harvey and Batman are rivals who are being forced to play nice by Jim Gordon, like they’re dolls he’s shoving together and saying “NOW KISS.” 

This time, both Batman and Harvey ditch Gordon mid-speech. I like that. 

I see they got rid of Falcone’s penchant for wearing a rose lapel, an addition by Loeb/Sale which was an obvious Vito Corleone reference. Interesting how this keeps distancing itself from The Godfather. It’s like it wants to both celebrate the comic while also trying to make it more original and coherent. If so, it’s a tacit admission that the comic was derivative and poorly-plotted?

Falcone puts the blame for Johnny Viti’s death squarely on Dent, whose legal shit-stirring had made the Roman’s rivals--like Maroni--suddenly bolder. In another bit of foreshadowing, I note that Alberto perks up at Dent’s name. Also, the Roman next has his bodyguard throw a mouthy goon down a stairwell because he comes from the Wilson Fisk school of wasteful human resources.

Okay, I’m burned out here, and I’m barely a third of the way through the first part. So I’m 1/6th of the way through the whole thing. FML let’s continue this tomorrow.

EDIT: Part 2 is up!

#batman #the long halloween #dcau #dc animated movie universe #harvey dent #twoface #two face #jim gordon #james gordon #barbara gordon #babs gordon #james gordon jr #tlh liveblogging #long post

[vespertine-legacy]

So I’m working on Makeb stuff on a couple toons, for a number of reasons. I want to get GSI rep, and the Makeb GSI missions are easy as hell, and hey, Makeb GSI missions are one of the possible Daily Priority Objectives for Galactic Seasons. But you have to have at least done the Makeb story up through opening up the Gravity Hook and have the Seeker Droid and Macrobinocular missions in order to do the GSI missions. So local assassin librarian has gone to Makeb.

I finally get some good screenshots of her with spoopy sith artifacts, like she’s meant to be

Fuck that rock in particular, I guess.

God, this opening scene has So Much Stinkface, I love it.

Why’s she such a little shit, I love her so much

So when I ran Makeb on Sija, none of y’all believed me when I said that Khem Val was flying the ship en route to Makeb, but KHEM VAL IS FUCKING FLYING THE SHIP when they go to meet Darth Marr, why is Khem flying the ship????

Andronikos off to the side like “idfk anymore, I just work here”

#swtor #november plays swtor #swtor oc eleison #swtor sith inquisitor #khem val #rise of the hutt cartel

[imagines4abrokenheart]

The Chase

@twobucksworld I hope this is more of what you wanted! I made sure to write more since I misinterpreted what you had originally wanted. This ~ means a POV switch, as I couldn't help but want to write in both the perspectives. The human male is a soldier stationed on a planet similar to earth and he wanders into a females territory. I hope you enjoy! CW: Fear, Blood, Percieved death, being chased, the wrestling move ‘Stinkface’.

The Yautja, though bipedal, was an expert on all fours. Should it need to run it just lowered its forepaws to the dirt and sprang away as fast as any wolf in the darkness. This was one of those times, accelerating on all fours toward a human foolish enough to be wandering by moonlight in her territory. She stops abruptly, her clawed foot scrapes over the jagged edge of a small cliff. With lungs full of this humid air her salty breath creates clouds of vortexes; while her head moves side to side to assess her territory. One would think she hasn't the brain for reason, but instead, simply a primal sense of rage twined with an indomitable will to survive. They wouldn’t be all wrong at least. Then she spots him, the rigged stature of the human male, a soldier of the Earth’s military with no weapon in sight- far to easy to be a real threat but an annoyance nonetheless. 

~

Through the darkness came the glow of two yellow eyes, like sallow lamplight eight feet off the boulder it stood on. They moved with a slight sway as if the unseen body prowled like a big cat. The soldier stopped. The eyes did not, with rapid acceleration and a more bounding motion they came right for him. A string of curses unraveled from his tongue, like yarn unfurling, as the creature advanced. Every step it took rattled his bones and struck his heart. He tried to dodge a swing from its massive claws, but it struck his side and he tumbled into the dirt. All he could do was feel. Feel the cold ground pressed against his form, the heat from the pain, and the rhythm of his heart like a drum crescendoing down to a languid thump. The things nascent roar fills the space between my ears and speaks straight to my own primal center. Despite the ambient temperature, my skin is icy, all blood diverted to core organs.

That's when the adrenaline hits such a fever pitch that “freeze” isn't going to cut it anymore. Apparently “flight” is the new order of the day, but not slowly like a conscious choice. My legs explode into violent motion. The kick against the dirt and my fingers with dull claws scrabbling for purchase into the soil before I swivel onto my stomach and launch myself forward. My brain, barely registering what just attacked us, belatedly relays all information on the beast that attacked and I stumble on the words echoing through my mind. A Yautja. ~ She relished in the way the male scampered, ever amused by the show of dominance humans tried to give off while they were nothing more then sucklings just learning to crawl. This human, however, seemed inexperienced in even that and she could feel the amused chuckle leave her mandibles as she watched him disappear. She had laid her first strike, like feline playing with her prey she stood straight, keen eyes watching in the darkness as he disappears with a limp. The prey would be allowed to run if only to give him that hope of safety- this was just a game to her. She was no hunter by want or need, females of her kind never needed to prove themselves like the males. She would then descend to all fours, before bounding off after him, her own pounding heart echoing the thrill of the chase. She wondered for a moment what it felt like to be hunted by something like herself but made a click deep in her throat- she realized she didn’t care how he felt. He was in her territory, she would teach him a lesson all Yautja learn at a young age- do not enter a female’s territory unless you wish death. ‘The chase is only sport for me but means everything to you. For me, taking your life is just a small part of a wider game. I know you have been told that victory is assured for your side, it is, of course, a lie to bring hope where there should be none. You are in a dark cave being granted the illusion of light, no more. There is no spark of hope, there is no rescue coming, it's just me and you little rabbit. So run, let your whitetail bob high as you scurry to save your own skin. You aren't a hero, you are nothing, less than a cold raindrop on a scorching desert. What you bring will evaporate into the sky leaving the landscape unchanged, barren and desolate, a playground for my delight alone.’

~

He hides, quaking and sweating with fear as the footfalls tapper off into soft little pats on the ground. In the tall grass, pressed against the base of a tree with nothing but his weeping side; he wished to be anywhere else. In boot camp, demoted from his rank, which was clearly wrongfully given, and yelled at for his incompetence. He had seen the signs, the skulls, he should have known- but he half expected the tells of Yautja to be just that, tells. To be fiction spread around like campfire horror stories to new recruits to scare them into not sneaking off. But the shifting of branches above him with the accents of clicking had his heart stuttering in his chest. 

He would not suffer himself to look up, perhaps if he denied the thing any acknowledgment it would kill him quickly. It doesn’t. It drops before him, all rippling muscle and extended claws. It wore no armor, simple furs and beads- this one wore added fur on its chest and he realized it must be a female. A scientist once said they were more aggressive but rarely hunted- he must be lucky. She crouched down, far taller than any human he had ever seen, far taller than the pathetic 8 feet he thought her to be. Her head tilts and he swears she is speaking- he can’t clearly hear what language she speaks in over the sound of his own heartbeat and ragged breaths mixing into a funeral march in his mind. His eyes follow as she straightens, clenching her clawed hands to fists and he thinks she is readying a punch. ~ She watches him as he regards her with the horror all whelps experience when they first meet an angered female. She finds it amusing, humans truly are whelps compared to her species- it would be dishonorable to kill him while he did not even try to defend himself. But she never allowed anything to get away without punishment, without showing her complete dominance over others. She had claimed this forested part as her own and she knew how to disgrace any who she deemed unworthy of honorable death. She stalks forward, grabbing him by his shoulders and pulling a knife from her thigh. She gave an amused chuckle as he scrambled to push her away, now he fought. How pathetic. She slams the knife into the tree, catching his clothes and pinning him to the spot. She stepped back, releasing him and watching his declawed hands paw at the knife, knees slightly bent and he stared with wide-eyed horror up at her. She throws her head up, eyes still locked on his form before moving closer again. She then turns herself, pressing her ass to his face. For Yautja, to be shown this treatment was disgraceful and by the way, the male gave an anguished cry for mercy and he tried to claw at her hips, she knew her punishment was received. She stayed like that a moment longer before moving away, clicking as she turned back to him. Tears glistened his face as he gasped, body trembling like the whelp he was. She ripped her knife from the tree and he fell to the ground with a thud, slinking down back into the roots and earth to try and appear submissive. An annoyed click left her as she slides her knife back in its place, her back turned to him again. His cry as she did so had her chuckling, her hand moving in a flick motion to tell him to leave, he is of little importance to her. She then descended back to all fours, bounding forward through the tall grass soundlessly. She could feel herself purring, the omega having ignited something more carnal in her and she knew she would be visiting him again, if only to humiliate him further. ~

As he watched her disappear without a sound he realized she had been toying with him, allowing him to hear her to heighten his fear. He sobs, collapsing down into the soil and trying to regain himself as he fumbled for anything to defend himself. He had left camp for a smoke and piss, his pants soiled with his fear and his face burning in shame. He was close to camp again, he could hear the yells of his teammates and called back, using the tree to help him stand as he waved to their flashlights.

#Yautja female #Human Male #Predator #stinkface #face sitting in domination #alpha female #omega male

[thisdiscontentedwinter]

Stella and the Wolf - Chapter 14

You can read it here on AO3, or check out the Tumblr Chapter Index here. 

“Hey, stinkface!” Stella yells out the window of Dad’s cruiser as it pulls in. “Look what I made!”

She waves a square of patchwork blanket at him.

Dad gets out to let him in the back of the cruiser. “You okay, kid? You look a little…” He makes some sort of gesture with his hand that Stiles can’t parse. “Peaky.”

“I’m just tired,” Stiles lies, reaching for his seatbelt.

He hates riding in the back of the cruiser. It smells of feet and antiseptic wipes, and Stiles’s skin starts to itch whenever he thinks about some of the people who’ve ridden back here, and some of the bodily fluids Dad has had to hose out. There’s only so much that regular applications of Lysol can do, after all.

“How was the dance?” Dad asks, climbing back into his seat.

He doesn’t ask why Stiles wants to come home early, and Stiles figures it’s because he thinks Stiles got shot down by some girl, or laughed at by some jock, or looked around to discover Scott had vanished with Allison and that he had no friends. So the usual, basically. But it’s a relief not to be getting grilled over it. Not that Dad would. Just… Stiles doesn’t want to talk about his night at all.

Dad meets his gaze in the rearview. “You sure you’re feeling alright, kiddo?”

“Yeah.” Stiles forces a smile. “It was just, um, really loud in there. I’ll take an Advil when we get home, and I’ll be fine.”

Stella turns around in her seat, looking contrite. “Sorry I called you a stinkface. I didn’t know you had a headache.”

Stiles snorts. “So it’s okay to call me a stinkface if I’m feeling okay?”

She flashes him a cheeky grin. “You can take it.”

Dad snorts too, and pulls out of the parking lot.

Stiles leans back against the vinyl seat. God, he hopes Derek is okay. He hopes that Scott and Allison stay out of the Preserve. He hopes that Jackson pulls his head out of his ass and keeps both himself and Lydia out of this entire mess.

He’s guilty as well, even though he can’t think of a single conceivable thing he could do to help Derek right now. Stiles is 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. Sarcasm is his only defense, and he’s pretty sure it’d be totally useless in attack.

He closes his eyes.

“Don’t you understand yet?” Peter Hale says. “I’m not the bad guy here.”

Stiles lurches forward, eyes flashing open.

“Kiddo?” Dad asks.

“Huh?” It feels like his heart is beating too fast, like frantic wings against the cage of his ribs. “I’m okay.”

Derek’s probably not though, is he?

God.

Stiles hates himself. He squeezes his eyes shut again, and when he opens them Stella has twisted around so she’s staring at him through the grill. Her dark eyes are wide with concern, and Stiles remembers that he’s doing this for her. He’s keeping out of this for her. For Stella, and for Dad, because they are the two most important people in the universe, and Stiles would never forgive himself if anything happened to them.

If anything happened to Stella and Dad, Stiles doesn’t think he’d be able to find the will to keep on living.

He doesn’t know how Derek’s done it.

And there’s his guilt again, writhing in his gut like something black and cold and sickening.

His eyes sting.

“Stiles,” Dad begins, looking at him in the rearview mirror again. “Son, are you sure—”

And then the radio cuts him off.

“Dispatch to Sheriff Stilinski.”

Dad grabs the radio before Stella can. “Go ahead, dispatch.”

“Sheriff,” the voice on the other end of the radio says, “we’ve got reports of trespassers in the Preserve at the old Hale house. You’re our closest unit.”

Stiles blood runs cold.

“Sorry about the headache, kiddo,” Dad says, and leans forward to flick on the sirens.

Stiles grips the seat belt tightly and tries not to throw up.

He and Stella know the drill. If they’re in the car when Dad gets a call he has to go to, they stay in the car. That is not negotiable. It doesn’t happen often, and it’s never as exciting as Stiles had hoped when he was younger. Mostly it’s sitting in the car for ten minutes while Dad gets a sitrep from whoever is already on scene, and then he’ll drive them home or to the station—whichever is closest—and drop them off before he heads back, or get someone else to give them a ride. It’s not like Dad dumps them at active shooter scenes or anything like that. Once, Stiles had to sit in the car for forty-five minutes while Dad cleared an accident scene they’d come across, and even then the initial sense of urgency and excitement Stiles had felt had faded sometime between his third and fourth inspection of the contents of Dad’s glove compartment.

Except tonight it is something big.

Dad just doesn’t know it yet.

“Probably just kids messing around in that old house,” Dad says to the dispatcher, over the whine of the siren. “Anyone else on the way?”

“No, sir,” the dispatcher says. “Rodriguez and Miller are at a disturbance, and Parrish is at an alarm on Main.”  

“Okay,” Dad says. “I’m about eight minutes out. I’ll take a look.” He puts the radio back in the cradle. “You okay back there, Stiles?”

“Yeah.”

They leave the last of the streetlights behind as they turn onto Telegraph Road. Stiles remembers Derek stumbling out in front of his Jeep that day, and Stella screaming and spilling all her sushi.

“Dad?”

“Stiles?”

“Dad, there’s some stuff I have to tell you.”

It’s a weird sort of relief to have this decision taken from him. Dad’s involved now, right? So Stiles has to tell him everything. Except how the fuck does he start? Hey, Dad, remember that time Stella said I’d let a werewolf in the house? Funny story… Jesus, no. That’s not going to fly at all.

“What stuff?” Dad glances at him in the rearview, and then back to the road again. “What’s going on?”

Stiles sucks in a breath.

He’s got eight minutes, right?

Eight minutes to think of a way to tell his dad everything, without sounding totally fucking insane in the meantime.

Eight minutes to somehow break it to his dad that the world he’s actually living in is very, very different to the one he thought he knew.

And—Stiles knows from experience—that’s a hell of a lot to shoehorn into eight lousy minutes.

Except he doesn’t have eight minutes at all.

Because as they turn onto the road into the Preserve, there’s already a dark SUV barreling towards them around a narrow curve, lights on blinding high beam.

Dad slams on the brakes.

Stella screams.

And Stiles doesn’t even have time to brace before the SUV slams into the cruiser.

***

Everything comes to him in flashes.

Stiles blinks his eyes open. He can hear Stella wailing, and that’s good. That’s good, right? Because she’s making noise. Dead kids don’t make noise.

He closes his eyes.

“Stiles? Stiles?”

Forces them open again.

He’s hanging from his seatbelt at a weird angle. Like the car is maybe sideways in a ditch at the side of the road or something? There’s… there’s a tree wedged against his door.

The light is weird.

It’s too bright, and it’s coming from… from the headlights of the SUV still up on the road. The single headlight. Maybe the other one got knocked out.

Stiles knows how it feels.

“Stella, sweetheart,” Dad says. “Open your door. Open your door and get out.”

No, because you’re not supposed to move after an accident, are you? When there could be spinal damage and shit like that? Stiles is too woozy to try to articulate all of that though, but there’s a low buzz of annoyance in his gut because Dad is a police officer. He should know that kind of stuff. That’s like his bread and butter, isn’t it?

“Stella,” Dad is saying. “Open your door, kid. Open your door and climb out.”

Open her door and topple out, probably. She’s got gravity on her side. Stiles doesn’t. He’s got that dumb tree blocking his door. He’s going to have to crawl out the hard way. He’s going to have to go up, and like it’s not like he’s at a really bad angle or it’s Mount Everest or anything, he just doesn’t have the energy to move at the moment. Or the coordination.

“Stella,” Dad says again. “Hurry!”

Stiles hears the frantic undertone in Dad’s voice for the first time, and that’s when he smells it.

Gasoline.

His heart beats faster.

Okay, okay, so yeah, get away from the potential fireball first. Worry about spinal injuries after.

He squints, but everything is too bright and too hazy at the same time.

Metal groans, and something makes a screeching sound.

“Stiles? Can you hear me, kid?”

Stiles makes a grunting sound he thinks is assent.

“I’m going out Stella’s door, kiddo, and then I’m coming to get you, okay? Okay?”

Stiles grunts again.

It’s quiet for a while then, which is a stupid reason to doze off, but Stiles thinks that maybe he does. When he opens his eyes again, Dad and Stella are gone, and he’s still in the car.

Where’s Dad?

He squints, and makes an effort to haul his brain back online, and he can hear people talking outside? That’s definitely Dad’s voice, clipped and urgent, a man with a plan, and there’s someone else as well? Another guy, maybe, and a woman?

And then a shape looms up in the oh-so-far-away window.

“Stiles? Cover your face, son.”

Stiles dumbly presses his non-compliant hands more-or-less to his face.

He squeezes his eyes shut.

He hears the sound of the window shattering, and glass rains down on him. He feels dizzy for some reason, and he thinks he fades out again for a moment. And then he hears voices again, and they’re raised suddenly, and Dad is saying in his cop-voice: “Put the weapon down. Put it down, and step away.”

Dad.

Stiles tries to move, but it’s too quickly or something, because his world tips suddenly and everything turns black, like the neurotic little asshole who lives in his brain just flipped off the switch.

When he opens his eyes again he can’t hear any voices at all, and it’s dark.

The SUV has gone.

It must be minutes, only minutes, but he has no way to tell.

Maybe it’s only been minutes, but where’s Dad gone? Where’s Stella?

He fumbles with his seatbelt, and manages to release it at last. Then he crawls up the seat towards the smashed window. Drags himself through without quite knowing how, ignoring the cuts on his hands. He tumbles onto the verge of the road, and crawls up.

Climbs to his feet once he reaches the road.

“Dad? Stella?”

There’s no answer.

The road leading deeper into the Preserve is dark and narrow.

Stiles stumbles down it in the direction of the Hale house. He can’t think properly. Can’t move properly. He feels like he’s going to be sick. His face is wet with tears and blood, and he’s all alone.

“Derek? Derek! Derek, help me!”  

The darkness swallows him.

#Stella and the Wolf #my fics #sterek #discontentedwinter

[hazyheel]

G1 Supercard Review

First match of the night was the Honor Rumble, starting with Kenny King and Minoru Suzuki. Just gonna run through some of the fun spots, such as the tag teams teaming up. Taguchi had a moment where he directed Rocky Romero’s corner clotheslines, eventually leading almost all members of the match to hit BUSHI in the corner. Jushin Thunder Liger got a huge pop, entering and eliminating Brawler Milonas with Shoteis. Colt Cabana took Yano’s spot in the match, in a heartwarming moment. King Haku made a big return, got a decent pop. Haku was beating down Cabana, so Yano ran into the match to help him out. And at #30, the Great Muta made a huge return. Yano accidentally nailed Cabana with the corner pad, leading to them both being eliminated. Ishii and Suzuki renewed their rivalry, leading to Suzuki’s elimination. The two finalists were Jushin Thunder Liger and The Great Muta. They had a nice little match, before Kenny King, who had not been eliminated, threw them both out and won the match. King got misted for his deceit, but still won the match.

Grade D+. Just a weirdly rushed Royal Rumble rip off. Really not into this. It wasn’t very smooth, there wasn’t much story to it, and even though it was for a world title shot, I just couldn’t care. Still, nice to see Muta wrestle again. He kinda still had it.

And in the first actual match of the night, Will Ospreay took on Jeff Cobb, in a winner take all match for the NEVER Openweight Championship and the ROH World Television. They started out fast and furious, with Cobb hitting a huge European uppercut to start the match. Cobb even hit an awesome delayed superplex for a near fall, showing incredible core strength and balance from Ospreay. Ospreay went for his flip off the chest, but Cobb countered with a huge lariat. Ospreay went for the os cutter, but Cobb caught him and threw him into the corner, only for Ospreay to land on the middle rope and hit the os cutter anyway, for an awesome near fall. Ospreay tried to hit the stormbreaker off the top, but Cobb countered with a super tour of the islands, then hitting a normal tour of the islands for the win.

Grade: A-. Great match. They had awesome chemistry, and hit some awesome moves on each other. I don’t know why I thought that Ospreay would end Cobb’s undeafeated streak, but I was happy to be wrong. Really great match, and I am looking forward to seeing how long Cobb is a double champion. Definitely a match worth watching as their counters were actually awesome.

Next up, a special singles match between Rush and Dalton Castle. This match was over in seconds, as Rush nailed three huge corner dropkicks and got the win. After the match, Castle was so pissed about his loss, and pissed at the boys for trying to cheer him up, he attacked them with a gutwrench suplex and a bangarang, turning heel. I am not going to grade this match, but it was pretty awesome to see.

Then we had a woman of honor championship match, pitting Mayu Iwatani against Kelly Klein. Before the match, Klein sent away camp klein, opting to fight the match fairly. The two had technical exchanges, with Klein coming away with the advantage during mat wrestling. But as Klein got too comfortable, Iwantani locked in a sleeper hold, nearly able to get the win off of that. Kelly Klein got the win after two K powers. At the end of the match, Velvet sky and Angelina Love came down to the ring. As the women distracted her, Mandy Leon attacked, laying out Klein and several other women of honor. They drew the anarchy symbol on her head, and walked out. New stable in the women of honor division.

Grade: D. Just a bad match. I liked the story of Klein showing that she has become a better person, but other than that this was a boring match that was kinda awkward. I didn’t really care for the post match antics either, just becuase it wasn’t particularly good. But they did hit some cool moves, it just wasn’t awesome.

Mega Ran did a rap. Yay, but thankfully Bully Ray came out to interrupt. He was given a big babyface reaction because they all hated Mega Ran. He drove Mega Ran out of the ring, and confessed attacking Juice Robinson.  He said that the challenge was still open, and Flip Gordon answered the call. Back from injury, he got a huge reaction. He quickly started out with a superkick, and a springboard spear. It didn’t take long for Bully to get the table, and for Shane Taylor and Silas Young, but LifeBlood’s Juice Robinson and Mark Haskins came out to save Flip Gordon. They offered to change this to a 3 on 3 match, and came to beat down Bully. Gordan had to take huge kendo stick shots from all of the heels, no selling all of them until his Lifeblood allies came, for a kendo stick fight among all six. The heels fought back, and powerbombed Gordon through a table. In the finish, Bully was hit with a superkick, powerslam, stinkface and a 450 for the win

Grade: C. Perfectly fun soap opera bullshit. It was a lot of hard core stuff, but nothing too crazy. Awesome to see Flip Gordon back, and doing his thang, happy to see Silas Young and Lifeblood, just fun. Not the best hardcore match ever, but it was fine for what it was.

Into the IWGP Junior Heavyweight Championship match, Taiji Ishimori took on both Dragon Lee and Bandido. Lee quickly picked up the pace with a slingshot hurricanrana to Bandido, only for Ishimori to hit a huge moonsault. Lee was really beating the shit out both of his opponents, with shots that were as stiff as they come. They just kept hitting crazy flying moves, mexican destroyers, hurricanranas and ddts. Ishimori hit Lee with the Bloody Cross for a near fall. Bandido hit both men with a moonsault powerslam, which the commentators accurately said wasn’t a real move. Lee was able to get the win after hitting a knee lift to Ishimori and some sort of vertical powerslam to Bandido.

Grade: B+. Flippy flippy flippy match. These guys flew all over the place, with awesome and dangerous moves. It was surprisingly short, but still quite fun. Dragon Lee winning the belt makes me think that Hiromu Takahashi will be back for the Best of the Super Juniors. Happy to see Lee have the belt, he really deserves it. And although I think Ishimori’s reign ended a bit short, I think that it ended at the perfect time for the story of Takahashi vs. Lee to continue. Hope to see that soon.

Into the tag team championships match, the Guerillas of Destiny vs. Villain Enterprises vs. The Briscoes vs. Los Ingobernables de Japon. PCO had to be revived in his entrance, but it looked pretty cool. They started out with a wild brawl, and there didn’t even seem to be rules in this match. The Briscoes seemed to be working together super well, destroying their opponents with chairs. Sanada and Evil hit awesome tag team offense, with huge kicks and such. PCO hit a huge moonsault for a big near fall. Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa gave PCO a huge powerbomb out of the ring, to the floor, with no protection, it looked horrendous, but he sat up afterwards, so I think he is okay. In the finish, Jado got involved, smacking Brody King with a Kendo Stick, allowing Tama Tonga to hit a gunstun, and then a superpowerbomb from Tonga Loa for the win. However, as they went to grab the belts, Toru Yano had stolen them, and looked to run away with them. 

Grade: A-. Wild match right from the start. There were crazy bumps, crazy spots, non stop action, and I couldn’t look away. It was a lot crazier that I had thought it would be, but it was still awesome. Briscoes had some awesome hardcore spots, Brody King and PCO did some crazy stuff, Evil and Sanada kept ahold of their classic wrestling style, while Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa kept their heads down, interfered when they needed to, and came away with the win. Fun, car wreck of a match.

Next up was a singles match between Zack Sabre Jr. vs. Hiroshi Tanahashi for the British Heavyweight Championship. The two exchanged technical holds, with Sabre not commiting too hard in the beginning of the match. Sabre continued to play mind games throughout the match, working over Tanahashi’s arm. When tanahashi couldn’t skin the cat, Sabre realized that he needs to target that limb and began to destroy it. Sabre did his best to counter Tanahashi’s submissions, but Tanahashi was able to keep outwrestling Sabre. However, when Tanahashi went up for the high fly flow, Sabre quickly ran to the top rope to stop it. Sabre seemed to have the advantage during striking contests, but not in technical wrestling, oddly enough. Tanahashi began to psych himself up, hitting several twist and shouts and slingblades. However, Sabre was able to outlast Tanahashi, locking in his submission that has a super long name and getting the verbal submission.

Grade: B. A bit slower than the matches that these two normally, but still quite good. I liked the story of Tanahashi actually being able to best Sabre, but sabre just outlasted him. He was younger, had better conditioning, and knew that he could outlast the Ace. Good stuff, but far from their best match.

And then we had the Intercontinental Championship match, Kota Ibushi vs. Tetsuya Naito. They started with the quick strikes right off the bat, targetting each other’s necks as these two so often do. It didn’t take long before they started busting out the big moves, with ibushi hitting a hurricanrana off the apron, and then hitting a springboard double stomp for a near fall. Ibushi hit his second rope german, Naito hit a spike hurricanrana off the top rope. The two battled for the opportunity to hit a package piledriver on each other, with Naito eventually getting the honors. The two began to exchange forearms, kicks and palm strikes. Naito then hit a huge reverserana into a destino, but Ibushi actually kicked out. Ibushi then nailed a bomboye to the back of the head, and then to the face for a near fall. He then hit a last ride for a near fall, before picking him up for a Kamegoye and the win. 

Grade: A. As awesome as ever, these guys can do no wrong. They hit each other as hard as they could, they threw each other onto their necks, and the whole thing was just so so scary. Awesome to see Ibushi finally getting a long term title reign, unlike his run with the Openweight Belt. He will probably hold it for a couple months, hopefully into the G1 Classic, but I am just happy that he won here.

Now into the ROH main event, Jay Lethal vs. Marty Scurll vs. Matt Taven, for the ROH World Championship, in a ladder match. The men didn’t take long to start throwing ladders at each other. At one point, Scurll trapped Lethal’s head in a ladder, before hitting the latter with a chair. Scurll even attempted to grab the belt by climbing a shorter ladder and grabbing it with his umbrella. Throughout the match, Scurll injured his knee after being stuck in a figure four in a ladder. Taven hit a huge powerbomb to lethal through a ladder suspended between two chairs. Taven and Scurll faced off in the middle of the ring, with Scurll attempting to hit all his offense, but Taven kept playing spoiler to that, drawing chants of fuck you taven. Scurll hit a huge superplex to take out Taven. Lethal was about to win the match, but Scurll locked in the chicken wing and threw him off the top. Taven and Scurll then battled at the top, only for Scurll to break Taven’s fingers, before getting punched off. Taven had it won, but his fingers hurt too much and he fell off. Lethal was able to land a lethal injection on Scurll, but did not have a ladder to capitalize. Scurll took a lot of punishment, as Taven delivered a huge spear through the ropes and through a table. At one point, Lethal went up to the top of a huge ladder to hit the biggest elbow drop ever on Taven, through a table. At one point, Taven introduced a huge, purple ladder, with ladders suspended between lower rungs and the ropes of both sides. Scurll got taken out after Taven swept his leg, and he tumbled out of the ring. Lethal and Taven battled atop the ladder, and Taven smacked lethal with the belt, sending him down through the ladder. Taven then grabbed the title, the new ROH World Champion.

Grade: A. This was a great match. They destroyed themselves with ladder shots, and falling from huge heights. These guys will be sore tomorrow, and they put on a hell of a match. Scurll probably took the most sickening bumps, but everyone did some terrifying stuff. I didn’t expect this match to be as good as it was, but I was pleasantly surprised. Bummed that Scurll didn’t win, but Taven really does deserve it. Congratulations Taven, you deserved it. Surprisingly enough, this was probably the match of the night for me.

And the main event for New Japan, Kazuchika Okada vs. Jay White for the IWGP World Heavyweight Championship. White started playing mindgames immediately, but Okada played them right back. Every time Okada seemed to be gaining the advantage, Gedo got involved to keep White in the lead. It got to the point where, after booting Jay White over the barricade, Okada threw Gedo in after him, before hitting a huge splash to the both of them. White desperately tried to counter Okada’s signature moves, but even when he did, Okada would manage to hit them anyway. Okada was hitting his dropkicks as hard as he ever has, nailing one in the face and one in the chest. At one point, White hit a huge Saito suplex out of the ring, onto the apron. Jay did everything he could to make sure that he doesn’t get hit by the Rainmaker, at one point just sitting down to avoid it, and another time reversing into a sleeper suplex. Okada nailed a spinning rainmaker, into another Rainmaker for a great near fall. Jay hit the blade runner, but did not make the pin due to his exhaustion. As Okada was about to get the win again, but Gedo distracted the ref and White hit a low blow. They had a series of counters, before Okada hit two rainmakers, a jumping tombstone, and then one more rainmaker for the win.

Grade: A-. Really great match. They played on all the apsects of their rivalry over the past few months, like Gedo’s betrayal, the reversal of the rainmaker into Bladerunner, and Okada’s need to go super overkill to put down white. The action was fast and intense, and although I thought it would be better if White retained, it does feel good to see the belt back on Okada.

Overall Grade: B+

Pros: Cobb vs. Ospreay; junior heavyweight championship; tag championship; british championship; intercontinental championship; ladder match; main event

Cons: honor rumble; Dalton Castle heel turn :( ;women of honor match; mega ran

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Yall?? Should I do another part to “New Money”??? I feel like I should

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