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An off-duty cop is stabbed to death, and her assailant is critically wounded. Eyewitness Monica Johnson tells detectives Lenny Briscoe and Rey Curtis that she saw the man follow the victim into the park—but holes in her story lead them to arrest her for the officer's death. District Attorney Adam Schiff faces political pressure to seek the death penalty for the cop killer. After prosecutor Jack McCoy gets Monica to confess on the stand, she undergoes a religious transformation and chooses not to fight her execution. McCoy and ADA Jamie Ross debate whether a repentant killer should face the death penalty. Monica's cause is taken up by both left-wing and right-wing lawyers, who petition to spare her life.Meanwhile, Lt. Anita Van Buren's discrimination suit against the NYPD is dismissed, and Briscoe's daughter is pressured into participating in a dangerous sting operation to take down her drug dealer.We're talking about Law & Order season eight, episode 21 “Bad Girl.” Our returning guest is Mark Blankenship. The episode was inspired by the case of Karla Faye Tucker. For exclusive content from Kevin and Rebecca, sign up on Patreon. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

I det här avsnittet pratar jag om den jävla Good Girl-programmeringen – mönstret som får så många kvinnor att överanpassa sig, vara “snälla” på bekostnad av sig själva och tappa kontakten med sin kraft, lust och sanning. Jag delar hur det här visar sig i vardagen, varför det inte handlar om brist på självkärlek utan om social träning – och hur du kan börja bryta det.Vi snackar om att sluta säga ja när du menar nej, våga stå i din energi och väcka din inre Bad Girl – hon som vågar ta plats, njuta och leva fritt.Här anmäler du dig till kvällens Föreläsning " The art of sexual polarity" : https://www.pleasurehabits.se/offers/9z7XoPPs/checkout Feminine freedom community: https://www.pleasurehabits.se/Freedomcommunity KramHanna Ideäng Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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Gish Jen describes her childhood as “a master class in perseverance.” The daughters of withholding mothers learn to reject rejection, she writes. And that's proven great training for a writer. Jen's 10th book — Bad, Bad Girl — is part novel, part memoir, part autofiction. When her mother passed in 2020, Jen began keeping a journal, and writing notes to her mother in an attempt to understand her. She also wanted to create a record of her life for her children and grandchildren. Not believing she could bridge the gap from family story to publishable book, Jen took a leap of faith and created a novel that everyone can relate to, or at least sympathize with. She joins Marrie Stone to talk about it. Jen shares what fiction gave her that strict memoir did not, and how she overcame her own doubts. She talks about the distinction between fine art and therapy, and what the creative process can give to writers. So much wisdom in this conversation for readers, writers, mothers and daughters. For more information on Writers on Writing and to become a supporter, visit our Patreon page. For a one-time donation, visit Ko-fi. You can find hundreds of past interviews on our website. You can help out the show and indie bookstores by buying books at our bookstore on bookshop.org. It's stocked with titles by our guest authors, as well as our personal favorites. And on Spotify, you'll find an album's worth of typewriter music like what you hear on the show. It's perfect for writing. Look for the artist, Just My Type. Email the show at writersonwritingpodcast@gmail.com. We love to hear from our listeners! (Recorded on October 17, 2025) Host: Barbara DeMarco-BarrettHost: Marrie StoneMusic: Travis Barrett (Stream his music on Spotify, Apple Music, Etc.) 

Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 9 The Sinister Science Club In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Anyone can be who they want to be; the challenge is being who you need to be Raven Thorpe was awarded the 'honor' of working with me, a designation she groaned over, and other girls glared at her with jealousy. After class she attempted to shoulder past me but I tapped her arm. "Can we talk for a second?" I inquired. "Don't you have to scurry off and take care of your schedule?" she replied blandly. "Can you stop being a bitch for fifteen seconds so we can figure out which author we can work on?" I snapped angrily. She pulled up short as if she expects to be pimp-slapped next. "Okay, who do you have in mind?" she requested. "And if you say William Shakespeare, I am going to smack you with my book bag." "I was thinking the political works of Edmund Burke," I suggested. Raven blinked. "Seriously, I didn't think you even knew who Edmund Burke was, much less that he was the father of modern conservatism," Raven congratulated me. It was almost like she wanted to pat me on the head and give me a doggy bone. "I was thinking of concentrating more on his works during the American Revolution, but if that's what you are more comfortable with, we could cover his later period works instead," I offered. "Good point, Zane. Let's talk it over during lunch," Raven suggested. "Zane," summoned a female voice from outside the classroom. "Go on," Raven smirked, "enjoy your disproportionate level of abuse." "You act like I have any choice in the matter," I shrugged. It was of little consolation that Raven made it ten more feet from the door when she got snatched up too. This time out, my mistress got to point to a feature on her body and I had to give it a flattering description, I know, my life is utter hell. I had no idea where the Science Club met; I even began to get the sinking feeling they carefully controlled any information about themselves, sort of like a secret society, or the CIA. "Hello, I'm Paige," spoke this girl, who apparently materialized out of the ether. I'm not paranoid; I've spent the past two years in a region where you have to be alert because Tigers are common and I say this girl freaking ghosted me, Man. "I'm with the Science Club. You will come with me right now," she smiled like said predator cat trying to disguise herself as a white rabbit. "You are albino," I noted. She had long white hair, alabaster skin, and a red shadow to her eyes. She was also the only girl to date I'd seen with the dark blue jacket that was part of our winter uniform. She also had a jaunty blue hat and white stockings instead of socks. "You have eyes," she rolled hers, "now come along." I started to follow her. "So what is this meeting about?" I asked. "It isn't a meeting; we require you for something," she replied. "What is it?" I became more cautious. "It is a surprise," she mocked me. "Stop wasting my time and come along." "Cool, I'm out of here." I grinned, turned, and left. Paige staggered and seemed unable to grasp my departure. "Where are you going?" she snapped tartly. "To Archery Club," I replied, while still walking away. "But, but you said you would come," she stuttered. "Am I a person? Are you?" "Yes and yes," she replied with irritation. "Are you an idiot or a child? Because those are the only reasons to forgive your spoiled behavior," I turned and said. Paige glared. "So you assume you are smarter than me and can be rude to someone who is doing you a favor." "We are the ones doing you a favor," Paige snapped back. "Now we want you to repay us." "Did you discuss payment when you did me the favor of rewiring my room? No? Good, because if you had, I would clearly be suffering a form of amnesia," I gave back. "If you want something, you can ask as a friend or you can offer me something that makes it worth my while. Now go back to Cordelia and tell her you have returned alone because you were so much smarter than me. If you could only 'speak friend', I continued walking away. "Wait," Paige called out nervously. "I, I, and I could almost hear the wheels turning. "Speak friend and enter." I stopped in midstride. "So you read through my school records and know my top ten influences," I turned and responded. We stared at each other for almost a minute until she finally gave up and put on her sunglasses. I retraced my steps back to her. "Favorite member of the Fellowship?" I tested her. "Legolas," she responded. I scoffed and she had the human decency to look embarrassed. "Ha," I scoffed again. "Horny girls go for the elf; the marrying kind goes for Aragorn." "Who is yours, then, wise guy?" she volleyed. "Boromir," I declared my allegiance. "Ah, of course; the veteran warrior in a doomed struggle; he forsakes his honor only to redeem it in a hopeless fight, perishing in the arms of his brothers," Paige retorted. "I thought you would have gone for Aragorn, the Uncrowned King." "Hmm," I winced, "my second choice was actually Frodo but that would have sounded gay." "You can't be gay; you are not clever enough to conceal that," she stated. "See, now you are sounding like Saruman the White," I teased. "Let me guess: because I'm an albino," she grumbled. "You are an albino? I was talking about your facial hair and that arrogant, know-it-all vibe you've got going on," I joked. Paige stared at me, suddenly speechless, finally taping her chin. "At least you didn't call me Gollum," she admitted. "Nah; too much hair and not enough skin slime," I explained as I ran the back of one finger over her cheek. She flinched slightly. "Are you going to, please, come with me now?" she asked much more politely. "Are you going to have sex with me?" I grinned. "What?" she squawked. "Just joshing you," I smiled. "You are far too pretty to be interested in me. Let's go." I'd clearly unsettled her because she didn't say another word to me until we were going downstairs in the Clegger Science Building. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked as we finished the last set of stairs. "I must confess I find most women attractive, but you are far prettier than most," I replied. "Do you still want to have sex with me?" she said in a casual voice. I took her hand and placed it on my heart. "Hah," she snorted, "I get it; your heart is beating so yes, you want to have sex with me." "I was going to say that a steady heartbeat indicated I was telling the truth, but someone keeps insisting they are smarter than me," I teased her. Am I really asking for another sex partner? What's wrong with me? Her reaction wasn't what I expected it to be and then I realized that she still had something over on me, the reason for me being here. Bitch. She opened a door into a dark room and ushered me in. There appeared to be about ten ladies in the room, playing with a variety of electronics. "Delivered as promised," Paige called out. "What did he hit you with?" a short caramel-skinned girl inquired. "Fellowship of the Ring," Paige grinned. Mother-fuckers! "Did he offer to have sex with you?" Cordelia asked playfully. "Yes. And not only gave me a 'pretty' but also a 'far prettier'." Paige gave me a smug look. "Ha, ha, ha," I muttered. Idiot me forgot that psychology is also a science, and the reason we don't have a chess club at FFU was also evident; the Science Club devoured them. "Come on, Zane," Cordelia batted her full lashes at me. "We need a little favor and it won't take fifteen minutes." "Couldn't you simply coerce me into doing this?" I stated. "I'm sure this whole rigmarole of making me think I'm doing you a favor has to be making things more difficult." "We are all friends here," Cordelia smiled. "No, if we were all friends here, Iona would be at my side," I scolded her. "I admit you did a great scam getting me in this room, but you aren't nearly as good at lying to my face as you think you are." "Iona, Paige started to say. "Don't!" Cordelia snapped, then took a deep breath. "If you threaten Iona he will hit you, no," she corrected, "He'll hit me," Cordelia reasoned out. "There are eleven of us," another girl, Pandora Jaspers, stated, somewhat angry and confident. "I've seen him fight, Pandora. I saw him drop Mercy Chaplain. I've seen him fight Cappadocia Davis and Coach Gorman too," Cordelia said coolly as we stared at one another. "Unless we curl up in a ball on the ground, he'll beat us down. We'll hurt him, but Zane can take more pain than we can because he cares about her." "On that note, I'm gone again. Good going Paige; I'm sure you can think of something to make your sisters understand," I shrugged and moved for the door. "Zane, I need you to strip down and let us attach a series of video and biometric sensors so we can create a 'Virtual Zane' for a little project we are working on," Cordelia blurted out. I had to think hard about this; not because I didn't want to do it but because I had to figure if this was an honest play or another convoluted turn of the screws. I turned and looked at Cordelia. "There was no way in hell you ever thought I was a professor and you miraculously materialized outside my first class with the knowledge I was actually a freshman, damn, Cordelia, can't you just ask for stuff?" I berated her. "If you ask, you depend on another to get what you want; if you deceive, you win or lose on your own abilities," she shrugged. "Besides, I did ask you to kiss me; remember?" "Good enough; where do you want me to stand?" I responded. "Wait," Paige gawked. "Now he is doing it." "Alright ladies," one girl grinned. "Everyone pay up. I told you we should simply ask him." With that, I stepped over to a table and began stripping. Slowly the girls around me stopped what they were doing and openly ogled me. I guess the real me was better than the video. "Aren't you curious about what we are going to do?" Pandora inquired. "You are probably going to tell me that I'm posing naked because it is easier to dress an 'uncluttered' form, or something to that effect, but really, I like Cordelia and Iona is one of my two best friends," I mulled it over. "Besides, in case you missed it, I've seen all your faces." Once they took that bit of news in, things went along smoothly, though they had some debate amongst themselves on whether my cock needed its own 'reference point', a sensor attached. The amusing thing was, when the girl running the computer imaging asked me to keep my cock still, I had to reply that certain reactions weren't under my control, which caused a rather awkward moment. When I was finally finished there was another quiet interlude as I got dressed. "So," Cordelia wondered, rocking back and forth on her feet, "if we need more, data, could we get you to come back?" "Sure," I smiled back, "you know where I live, and you certainly know what my digits are. Cordelia, I want you to consider that if something happens in my room that ends up on the web that betrays the trust people have put in me, I'm not going to come after all of you looking for excuses. Are we clear?" "Is that a threat, Zane?" Cordelia beamed playfully. "Cordelia, I'm always one step away from being tossed out of here on my ass, so those who chose to trust me and take up my cause are doing it because they are decent folk. I'm not like most people; I can't afford to toss friends away like most of the rest of the people in this room seem to be comfortable with." "Or what," Paige smirked, "you'll beat us up?" "No, Paige. I value trust, so if you take that away from me, I'll find out what you value and take that away from you," I stared at her intently. "I know what you are going to say, Paige," Cordelia jumped in, "and Zane being expelled will only mean that he has no other distractions from dealing with us and he'll still have people inside the school all too willing to help him." "Zane, how about if something is done, we give you an off switch for various sections?" Cordelia offered. "Sounds great; let me know how the project works out, but now I have to go to Archery," I replied, before slipping out the door. "How did he know we were going to wire his room?" I overheard Paige whisper to Cordelia. "You don't seriously think he came here solely because we tricked him, do you?" Cordelia answered. "He knew we would try something and he wanted us to know that he knew." Yes, I had bumbled into the message I'd wanted to get across despite myself. Does Anyone Want Me Here? I had escaped school with a double date for Thursday Night (Chastity and Hope), then stopped by the house to plead with Aunt Jill to let Rio stay for the weekend. I gave a rational case, a compassionate reason, and then fell down on my knees and told her I really, really, really wanted her to stay. Something in that last argument made Jill relent and I phoned the good news to Rio. All that groveling resulted in me making the Festivities Committee Meeting by only two minutes. I swept into the room abruptly and as the story of my life goes, everyone stopped talking and looked at me. A quick scan of the room told me that two of the eight women knew to expect me, or at least some guy, while the others clearly assumed I'd lost my way. "Can we help you, young man?" an older woman with hair mostly turned to gray. "Welcome, Glenn," Mrs. Wellington said. "Ladies, Pastor William has asked us to introduce Mr. Braxton to the good works of our Church." There was a pause. "Thank you, Mrs. Wellington, but no one alive calls me Glenn anymore, and I'm not old or accomplished enough to be Mr. Braxton, like my Father or Uncle Tim. My teachers call me Zane." "Oh, you are at the University?" a third woman asked politely. She was asking if I went to the University of Virginia. "No, I don't go to UV; I go to FFU, it is a long story," I replied with trepidation. "I have a daughter at Freedom Fellowship," one of the women responded with concern. "What is her name?" I tried to be polite, what were the odds? "Pandora Jaspers," Mrs. Jaspers answered. "Seriously? I've done Handmaiden duty for her, and today I saw her at the Science Club," I sighed with relief. "What did she have you do?" yet another woman inquired intently. "I helped her create an umbrella walkway when it was raining so that all the students could get to class without getting soaked," I informed them. "Have you been to 'camp'?" a sixth woman hinted at something. "Camp, no, I can't say I've ever been to a camp," I evaded, because I had no idea what they meant. "That's enough, ladies," Mrs. Wellington said. "We have business to take care of. We can worry about Mr. Braxton's confusion at a later time." Oh, they think I'm gay. Camp = Gay camp where fundamentalists are sure I could be cured of being homosexual. I try not to laugh. "Mr. Braxton, I want you to sit at the chair there," Mrs. Wellington pointed to a chair away from the table, against the wall. "I want you to take personal notes for the members, things that don't go into the official record. Doreen Saxon," she indicated the gray haired woman "is our secretary. She takes the official notes of the meeting, so pay attention." The Meeting for the first of September was called to order, the record of attendance including the difficulty of my name, they kept trying to call me Glenn Braxton while I politely asked for Zane. They went with Glenn. The rest of the group worked out like this: Rochelle Wellington was Chairwoman, Kendra Bainbridge was our Treasurer, and Doreen Saxon was the grey-haired Secretary. The rest of the group consisted of Claire Baker, Theresa Geiger, Columbia Jaspers, Heidi Moulin, and Sahara Penny, the Pastor's wife. As the meeting progressed there was little I could do but watch the group dynamics at work. For starters, Bainbridge was at Wellington's throat; they clearly didn't like one another. The other was an oddity; no one interacted with Sahara Penny. I wasn't sure if it was her non-white heritage (Middle Eastern of some sort), her meek nature, or some past sin, but I decided to take advantage of it. I got up quietly and began walking around the table. "Glenn," Mrs. Saxon asked, but I ignored her because, damn it, how many times do I have to tell them my name is Zane? I walked over and knelt by Sahara. "Zane," Mrs. Wellington addressed me, "are you looking for the bathroom?" Bingo! "No, Mrs. Wellington. I was hoping to get some background information on the current discussions as well as contact information for the group. Since the rest of you are treating Mrs. Penny like she has the plague, I figured she would be the perfect candidate to tell me what is really going on here," I grinned at her. "It is always the quiet ones who know the most." And everyone stopped talking. Sahara not only looked shocked and frightened to see me, she looked like she wanted to sink under the table when I told the rest of them my reason for being here. "I assure you, Mr. Braxton, we are fully including Sahara in the process," Mrs. Bainbridge snorted indignantly. "I will gladly accept your reprimand if you can please tell me the last five words you said to her since I arrived," I requested, with as much innocence as I could beg, borrow, or steal. "I asked her about the children's clothing for the Nativity this year," Kendra said after a long pause. "That was Claire, not Sahara," I corrected her. "It is in my notes, but I'm sure Doreen can corroborate my recall of events." "Well," she said testily, "I'm sure I said something to her." Silence. "I apologize for disrupting the meeting. I'll crouch here quietly and conference with Sahara while the rest of you complete the business of the day," I told them, then turned back to Sahara. "Now, what the heck is up with the live turkey at the Thanksgiving celebration?" In the end, I gathered my information, the meeting concluded its business, and the room emptied until it was me, Sahara, Kendra, and Rochelle. "A Christian gentleman would apologize," Kendra informed me. "Well, I guess that makes us both poor Christians, because a good Christian woman wouldn't have lied to me," I calmly replied. Kendra gaped like a fish out of water. "Rochelle!" Kendra snapped to the Committee head. "Zane, you apologize to Kendra right now," she commanded me, without much passion. "Kendra Bainbridge, I apologize for my rude and uncalled for behavior," I said with a bow. Neither woman had expected me to fold up like that, so all Kendra could do was huff and storm out of the room. "Thank you," Sahara whispered, as she touched my hand. "I don't always know the right side to fight on but it is usually by the side of the person being bullied," I grinned. "It is the Christian thing to do," I added with a wink. That left me with Rochelle Wellington: MILF, Lance the asshole's Mom, and wife of the Mayor. She looked like she wanted to stand up but couldn't. Me, I had a Sorority meeting to get to, I missed dinner so I had to grab something first, and why in the hell was I even thinking what I was thinking? I sat down beside her. "What's wrong?" I began. She looked at me, tired and somehow forlorn. "You wouldn't understand, Mr. Braxton, Zane," she sighed. "Try me; the worst that could happen is, I give the expression that every teenager gives an adult when something important is being said but we are too caught up in our own lives to understand." "Oh, good point, young man," she sighed, "but I'm afraid I don't have anything even remotely interesting to talk about." I waited patiently. "I'm feeling sorry for myself. My baby is leaving the nest and it has been so long since I've been alone in the house, I don't know what to do with myself." "Lance is an only child?" I wondered. "Oh, no, he is the youngest of five," she responded with sadness. My jaw dropped and she stared at me. "What, did you start having kids when you were ten?" I gawked. "What?" she sounded confused. "I have a hard time believing you are forty, much less the mother of five grown children," I stammered. At first Rochelle was embarrassed and a bit uncomfortable, but slowly the compliment seeped its way into her psyche. "I, I have a home gym," she suggested as an answer. "Well, whatever you've been doing has worked. Your husband is one lucky guy, and I hope he appreciates you and all you do to look, act, and feel so young," I wowed her. "I'm not feeling all that young right now," she slipped back into her depression. "Where does it hurt?" I changed my focus. "I don't know what you mean?" she asked. "People keep their stress in different places; the back of the neck, the mid-back, shoulders, or temples," I informed her. "I'm not comfortable talking with you about that," Mrs. Wellington replied warily. "Sure," I said popping out of my seat. "I apologize if I crossed any lines," and I made for the door. "Wait, Zane, I apologize. I'm tired and a bit cranky. I know you didn't mean anything and besides, I'm sure you already have a girlfriend," Rochelle admitted. "Please don't spread this around, but I have several girlfriends at the moment. They know about each other, I'm not going to lie about my sex life, but they are usually interested in different things," I told her. "You have, multiple girlfriends, different things? Like what kind of different things?" Rochelle spilled out her confused thoughts. "Some women like sexual contact," I related, "while others like romantic time together, and still others want companionship." There was another long pause. "But you are at Freedom Fellowship University, she trembled. "I've never taken a student's virginity, if that's what you are asking," I answered. "Oh, I understand. I've taught all my children that they should be virgins on their wedding day," Rochelle said with some pride. "I have to disagree with that," I shocked her, "but that is one of the reasons that women are better than girls." "And how would you know this?" She now turned in her chair to face me, trying to sound affronted but coming across as deeply curious. "Umm, I've had sex with girls in their teens and women in their forties, and women know more, pace themselves better, and generally have better bodies," I explained. "Teen girls need a few more years to fill out." Rochelle was utterly speechless, and part of that had to do with the fact that I was being frank and honest, yet not openly coming on to her. "You must not think much of me, then," she mused, "teaching my children my views on virginity." "Where did you get that from? If anything, you are proving yourself to be an intelligent, warm, caring, and compassionate woman and mother, who happens to look like she's less than forty years old," I added. "You did what you thought was right. I can't argue with that." "Well, good," she replied. "Now for my part, I was taught that a real man gives his lover multiple orgasms and he should never reach fulfillment before his partner does. Any man who does so is being selfish," I stated. "How did you come by this, thinking?" she inquired with a small voice. "Umm, I've had sex around five hundred times with thirty different partners," I told her, "so I've not only learned from very good teachers, I've field tested their ideas." "How can you possibly consider yourself a good Christian, Zane?" she accused me. "Compassion, respect for all living things, and forgiveness, that's what I believe in and what Christianity stands for in my eyes," I explained. "The Bible is clear on sex and the sanctity of the marriage bed," Rochelle insisted. "Mrs. Wellington, everything after the death of Jesus is conjecture. We both accept that Jesus was the Son of God, but after he dies, who is to say who was being touched by the Divine, who was building on JC's teachings, and who was simply making stuff up," I held up my hand to stop Rochelle's protest. "The Catholics have a thousand Saints, most of whom we don't hold to be divinely inspired. You chose to believe that virginity is a girl's sacred duty, but I don't recall Christ saying anything on the subject. You can certainly quote later Gospels or the Old Testament, but that makes it your choice, not the Word of God," I finished up. Another long pause followed. "I keep my stress in the top of my shoulders," she suddenly said. I stood up and moved behind her, deciding to not question her changing opinion of me. "It helps if you take off your jacket," I suggested, then helped her shimmy out of it. She tensed up as my hands weighed down lightly on her shoulders so I kept my touch gentle. Two minutes into the massage, I began squeezing harder and harder, moving my palms back and forth over her bra straps from upper arm to neck. "Rochelle," I whispered into her ear, "I am going to rotate your shoulders." I rolled over each shoulder one at a time but when I finished, I pushed her slowly forward until she was resting her elbows on the table and held her head on her upturned hands. When I went back to the massage, I worked her over harder and extended my reach from her mid-back to neck. This was clearly a case of begging forgiveness instead of asking permission. I took my time, relaxing her to a completely detached state. When I brought her back to reality, I was kneeling beside her and tapping her on the arm. "Rochelle? Are you okay," I asked in a gentle, caring voice. Dreamily, she turned her head from its resting place on her arms to look at my eyes straight-on and mere inches away. "What, huh?" she muttered. "How do the shoulders feel? Has your stress gone away?" I inquired. "Yes, yes," she popped up, alert once more. "It feels really good, in fact. I haven't felt this way in years," she added with a smile. "I think it is time for us to go," I suggested. "Can I help you with your jacket?" "Of course," she nodded. "Thank you for helping an old lady out." I held it while she put in one arm after the other but when I settled it on her shoulders, I stepped in and held her there for a moment while I pressed myself against her so she could feel how I felt about 'old ladies'. Rochelle froze when she felt my cock, rigid in my slacks, pressed against her ass. I was unsure if I'd gone too far when she pushed ever so slightly against me. "I've got to be going. I will see you on Sunday but I'm home all weekend with one of my girlfriends in case you need me," I informed her. I slipped out before she could respond because not only did I have a Sorority function to attend, I also needed to figure out where I could score some Viagra because I clearly had no common sense where sex was concerned. Besides, Sahara was obviously in need of attention because Pastor Bill wasn't giving it to her, and Bainbridge was lashing out due to years of sexual frustration, I repeat: I have no common sense. Every One Like a Fingerprint to Me When I was racing to get to the Kappa Sigma House, I hardly expected to be met by one of their pledges and absolutely no one else. After I sat down in the den and the pledge, Tina, got me a soda from the kitchen, we found ourselves staring at one another. "So, I'm here on the correct night; right?" I asked. "Yes, you are, Zane," she bubbled with anticipation. "Where is everybody?" I prodded her. "They are taking care of Sorority business but they will come get us when they are ready," she grinned. I knew I was missing something but I didn't know what it was. "Is it hot in here?" I wondered. "Yes," Tina said after a bit of concentration. "Tina, can I have some Advil? I'm getting a headache," I yawned. "Okay," Tina responded, still happy, and still sitting down. "Ah, fuck, you drugged me, didn't you?" I groaned. I doubted I could still stand and then proved my doubts as I slid off the chair. "Damn," I slurred. Tina walked over to me, took my drink away, and gently maneuvered my body to the floor. "If it is any consolation, I was selected as the pledge most likely to seduce you," she stated with real sympathy. I might have smiled at her, I wasn't sure, but I definitely passed out. Cough! Someone plunged cleaning detergent underneath my nose and fired me back to consciousness. Holy Mother of God, I'm cold, my wrists and ankles hurt, I'm outdoors in the woods illuminated by torches and surrounded in a semi-circle of bare-footed figures in ankle long brown robes and black hoods. I was cold because I was naked and my limbs hurt because I was suspended on a cross, not a 'T' cross but an 'X' cross. I certainly know some kinky, fucked-up people. "Zane," a modulated voice addressed me, "you are on trial before Kappa Sigma for your treatment of one of our sisters. You have abused the trust of one sister by seeking romantic relations with another. What do you have to say for yourself?" "If the question is that I had relations with Leigh, then had a similar encounter with Paris, then I confess. In my defense, I never sought to deceive either one and will make amends if permitted," I promised. "Sisters, we have heard his defense. Will any of you vote in his behalf?" she intoned. No one stepped forward. "Zane, we will give you one chance to save yourself. If you fail, you will be shaved bald and painted in a permanent purple dye." I assume that means seven days on human skin. "If you can pick out the woman you have wronged, beg her forgiveness, and are forgiven, you will go free." I was getting pretty nervous since they were all totally covered except for their toes when the 'leader' nodded and the girls all opened their robes to reveal string bikinis in a variety of colors. Their faces were still covered, though that wasn't really a problem for me anymore. "Choose Leigh and Paris, beg their forgiveness, and you may be pardoned," the 'leader' commanded. "That's not fair," I answered right back, "because they are not before me now." "Think carefully," the girl with the modulated voice cautioned me. "No, seriously; I'm looking at Josephine, Maria, Cynthia, Sarah, Ferrara, Petra, Yvette, Tawny, Jersey, and Monique," I named them left to right. "What?" Sarah gasped to her assembled sisters. "Do we have name tags on?" Behind me, I heard snickers turn into giggles, Leigh and Paris. Tawny stepped forward. "How did you know?" she inquired, clearly not the girl with the modulated voice. "Ah, Josephine has a birthmark on her ankle, Maria has the darkest skin tone, and Cynthia's breasts don't angle down the middle or to the side but somewhere in the middle." "Sarah has slender thighs and her calves curve just so below the knee; Ferrara always paints her nails in these crazy patterns; Petra scrapped her knee backpacking two weekends ago; Yvette, has that tattoo over her right nipple; Tawny, you have a slender neck, a, 38C chest, and a strong swell from your waist to your hips; Jersey is the tallest and has that scar she got in a boating accident in high school; and finally, Monique has the perkiest nipples and the most slender calves," I recited. Man, even the crickets went quiet after that. "Zane, did anyone help you with this test?" Tawny finally asked. "Nope." "How could they?" Leigh came to my defense. "You didn't make the line-up until thirty minutes ago." "Jersey, go check his phone log," Tawny directed her sister. "I'm getting really cold," I whispered to Leigh. She looked from my eyes to my waist with sympathy. Jersey walked out of the light but quickly returned with my phone. "His last call was at 2:10 p.m. but he did have a data download at 6:45, it seems to be a bunch of women's names and phone numbers," Jersey relayed the information to them. "It is my church group, I swear. Honestly, they are all married women in the Festivities Committee that bastard of a pastor assigned me to," I pleaded. "No phone calls?" Tawny persisted. "No phone calls," Jersey confirmed. "Okay, Zane, how did you know who we were with our faces concealed?" Tawny wondered. "Is that a serious question?" The deafening pause was its own answer. "You are women; I pay attention to women and to me, each female form is as exacting as a fingerprint. Until now I thought all of this was a joke," I related. "I mean, if you wanted to scare me, you would have given me something difficult to figure out." "And you picked all this up at one party?" Tawny sounded bewildered. "Have I mentioned how much I like women?" I reminded her. "But you brought twenty women with you; you always had a woman by your side. How?" Tawny still struggled to understand. "I repeat: have I mentioned how much I like women? I see nothing wrong with being with one woman and looking at others, but I believe it is wrong to be with one woman and thinking about someone else," I explained. "You should always appreciate the one you are with." "Umm, does any sister believe Zane has earned a reprieve?" For two seconds no one reacted, then Jersey stepped forward. "He knew about my scar," was her excuse. Five more stepped forward right after that and all had done so by the tenth second. "Very well Zane, you are forgiven," Tawny announced. Yay, me! "But I have one other issue to address. Zane, I can't have you cutting a swath through my girls so I'm going to demand that you stick to one and only one Kappa Sigma per semester." I stared at her until she finally had to question me. "What?" "I wish you would stop treating me like a child," I chuckled. "What makes you think I'm not being serious?" Tawny growled. "We've kissed. You can tell a lot about a person in the way they kiss, and you are very caring and thoughtful," I told her. "Why would I be out here in the woods naked if I didn't trust you?" "You kissed him!" yelped Leigh. Tawny smirked as she looked at her. "You left me alone with a naked Zane in your room; he looked cold and lonely," she told Leigh. I was cold and lonely because Tawny tossed Leigh out of her own room and then wouldn't let me get dressed, but only Tawny, Christina, and I knew that. "Besides, Zane, you are naked in these woods because we tricked you into our house and spiked your drink," Tawny pointed out. "Ah, but would I have been dumb enough to take that drink if I hadn't first trusted you enough to show up, wait, that didn't come out right," I mumbled. "Are you agreeing to my terms?" Tawny teased. "Nope. I prefer to hold to the illusion I'm living in the Free World," I declared. "You can certainly tell your sisters what to do because they volunteered for this but I only hang out here because all of you have been so nice to me. If I've been a poor guest, I'll just leave, because I'm not going to pretend I like one sister less than another." "Zane, you are deep in the woods, tied to a cross, and the only people who know you are here are all bound by Sacred Oaths of Sisterhood, Blood, and Secrecy," Tawny stated sweetly, as she came up and stroked my cheek. "You aren't in the best place to be dumping us." "Good point," I agreed defiantly. "Maybe I should wait to get on my high horse when I can actually get on a high horse, but I'm still not going to take it back." "We could always keep him in our secret basement," Monique suggested. When everyone looked at her she added, "Hey, he liked my nipples. Finding a guy who is good with nipples isn't as easy as you would think." Huh, what? I had a definite feeling I was losing control of events. "You have a secret basement?" I gulped. "I didn't know you had a secret basement." "Well, duh," Paris snickered. "It wouldn't be much of a secret if you knew about it." "We are not keeping Zane chained up for our amusement," Tawny warned the girls. "We specifically changed the Charter back in '02 so that we can no longer keep men on the premises for more than forty-eight hours." Yay? "We also can't leave him here," Tawny continued. "I'm sure Christina will have search parties out looking for you before sunrise." "I'll stay out here and stand guard over him," Leigh volunteered. "No," Tawny scolded Leigh. "We can't let him get fucked to death either." Leigh looked truly heartbroken. "I think we have to let Zane get off this time," Tawny sighed. "I was trying to get him off," Leigh grumbled. "Give it a rest, Leigh," Tawny demanded. "Paris, give our guest something to drink so we can wrap this up." Paris disappeared behind me, then reappeared with a glass of water. "Drink up," she smiled beatifically. "Just promise me I'm not going to wake up in some landfill or tied to a lamppost somewhere public," I groaned. "Drink it down right now and you might wake up next to me," Tawny challenged. Needless to say, I drank and quickly, because I'm an idiot who keeps too much blood in the wrong head. When I woke up, I was back in the Sorority house with a different sweet pledge smiling at me and that smell of ammonia in my nostrils. She handed me a folded piece of paper. I said 'you MIGHT wake up next to me' the paper read. 'P.S. See you and the Ladies at our Halloween Bash.' "What's your name?" I asked the pledge. This time the home was filled with the noises of occupancy. "Larissa," she giggled. "So, are you Leigh's boyfriend?" "Ah, no; I'm community property; the other sisters hand me around like a box of chocolates," I joked. "Really! That is so great," she bubbled with excitement. "I can't wait until I get initiated. I want you to make me scream the way you had Leigh singing." Does no one get my jokes? "Larissa, I am sure you will pass your initiation, no sweat," I told her as I stood up, feeling a bit drunk. Larissa walked with me to the door and gave me a quick peck on the cheek as I turned to head for my car. I made it to campus with seconds to spare. The crawl up to the Solarium was done in relative quiet, though Barbie Lynn decided to sample my tonsils before letting me up. Not two steps inside the door my phone rang. "Hello, is this Zane Braxton?" this familiar voice greeted me. "That would be me. What can I do for you this night?" I responded. "This is Felicity Tolliver. I wanted you to know that I had dinner with Rochelle Wellington tonight and I think having you on her committee has really improved her mood," she informed me. I reached the top of the landing and nearly dropped the phone. Iona sat nervously on my bed, which she had made up because I never do it that well. She was wearing lingerie that definitely made her whole form much more feminine. "Felicity, Rochelle and I talked mostly, plus I showed her some techniques to help alleviate stress," I related, "but you can tell her it was a pleasure to work with such a vibrant and beautiful woman. You two are a lot alike." There was a pause, then, "I'll tell her that," Felicity said. "I will be at my home in case she needs something this weekend. I would like to see both of you, as would my Aunt," I offered. "That would be nice," she sounded upbeat. "We could also discuss getting some FFU girls coming over to your place and the workshops you could teach on campus in October and November," I suggested. "That sounds great too," Felicity agreed. "I would like to spend some time at FFU and having some girls know where Lance's house is would be nice. When do you want to meet?" "How about after dinner, say 8:00 o'clock?" I suggested. "You can bring Lance." "After dinner is fine but Lance has a church workshop on Saturday nights," Felicity sighed. Oh hell, does this woman even get taken to first base? "He's always so busy with his fraternity at school, the Young Christian Men's Republican caucus, and the Christian Men's League at church." Does this guy spend any time with women at all? "Consider it a date," I replied. "Now I have a very good reason to go to bed, so good night." "Good night," she parted in a friendly manner, which allowed me to hang up and start undressing as I approached the bed. I looked down at my bed buddy once I'd stripped down to nothing. "You look lovely, Iona," I greeted her. "What do you want to do?" "I'll do whatever you want," Iona said with a tremor in her voice, looking down at her lap. She looked stunning in her burgundy bra and panties, which were far more lace than substance. I felt the hand of, Christina (?) in all this. "Thank you, Iona. What I really want is to lie down, you beside me so that I can look into your eyes and gently trace lines along your body, and then I want to go to sleep with you in my arms. That's what I really want." "Really?" she perked up in surprise and relief. I crawled under the covers, holding them open so she could join me. "I like this a lot," she murmured, as she settled in at my side, snug in the covers. I shifted to my side and cupped her chin before exchanging several soft kisses with her. Afterwards, I did as I told her I would; my hand caressed her body, avoiding nipples and cunt but doing my best to get everywhere else. I elicited sensual moans and ticklish giggles. When I had forced her to push me off so she could catch her breath, I felt I had given Iona what she wanted, and more importantly, what she could live with. I sat back and stared at the Moon through my glass roof. Iona's smiling face slowly invaded my view. "I give up, Iona," I pleaded. "Right now I want some sleep." "That's okay. I will sit here and watch over you," she sighed. "That's, that's a little creepy, actually," I confessed. "I've watched all of the Twilight movies so I know what secretive romances are all about," Iona explained. Unfortunately, I knew little of the Twilight series of movies. I knew it involved vampires and werewolves and some chick named Bella but I'd never actually seen any of that. Had I known it involved a 100-year-old vampire breaking into some teenager's room and staring down at her while she slept, I would have been much more concerned, but for now I went to sleep. A lesson in why I shouldn t get out of bed in the morning. I woke up to every heterosexual teenage boy's second favorite dream (the first being a morning blowjob) of a perfume-scented head resting on each shoulder as you wake. There were the tiny complications of only having gone to bed with one woman and that, by their breathing, I could tell they were both awake. "Good morning," I said cautiously; technically morning since it was 5:00 a.m. "Good morning, Zane," Iona and Barbie Lynn greeted me. They both ran hands over my chest, though they gave a sudden jolt when their hands touched. I had one arm around Iona and I used that to give her a hug. My other arm was pinned by my side by Barbie Lynn's body. I gave Barbie's thigh a squeeze and she wiggled in response. "Okay, Barbie Lynn, this is Iona's night, so what are you doing here?" I scolded my blonde nymph. "I'm sorry," Barbie demurred then looked to Iona and repeated the "I'm sorry." "I understand," Iona replied, hesitating before saying after further introspection as she snuggled in, "I want to wake up this way every morning too. I like the way he smells and the way he makes me feel all warm inside, and now you owe me a night, to be shared," she stated hopefully. "One of these days I'm going to get a say in how I spend my free time," I griped. Iona looked hurt but Barbie Lynn merely sneered. "Don't you worry none, Iona. Zane, if you could wake up next to myself and Iona tomorrow morning, would you?" she drawled like sweet molasses. "Yes," I grumbled petulantly, "but I'd still like to talk about it." "Trust us, Suga, we know what's best for you and what you want. Just let us girls take care of you and you take care of all the Man Stuff." "We'll take good care of you," Iona dog-piled on, but in a nice way. "If it makes you feel better, you can punish us," Barbie Lynn offered. "We've been bad." "Huh?" Iona and I questioned. Barbie flipped over and wiggled her ass against me. "Good point. You two get to the foot of the bed, facing away from me, now!" I demanded. "Why me?" Iona honestly worried. "What did I do wrong?" "Do it, Iona. This is virtually a rite of passage," Barbie Lynn lied to her. "No, it is not, and if you don't want to do it, you don't have to," I told her. She didn't know what I was going to do and she clearly was scared, but when Barbie Lynn crawled out from under the covers and moved to the foot of the bed, resting on all fours, ass toward me, she followed suit. "If Barbie Lynn is going to do this," she muttered, "then so am I." I followed them, positioning myself between their calves and massaging their ass cheeks lightly. Barbie shifted back and forth in anticipation; Iona couldn't de-tense. Smack! "Oh, Yes!" Barbie Lynn yelped, then playfully wiggled her other, unmarked cheek within reach. "I've been really bad!" she chirped cheerfully. "No! Bad Girl," I shook my finger at her. "I'm starting to believe you aren't learning your lesson." We both knew that spanking Barbie was like throwing gasoline on a fire. Unfortunately, my purpose right now was to get them both back to their rooms, not work off my morning arousal. I moved behind Iona and forced her legs apart. She was clearly uncomfortable when I put a hand on each hip and slowly rocked her back and forth. Barbie Lynn sat back and watched with an enchanting glow highlighting her features; clever, intuitive, and lovely all at once. I settled my body onto Iona's back, my hard-on pressing into her ass cleft and one hand rubbing her stomach. "Zane?" Iona whispered in a scared little girl voice. "Yes," I answered, while kissing her along her shoulder ridge. "You, you didn't do this to Barbie Lynn," she choked out. "Do you want me to treat you as if you were another woman?" I continued, brushing her hair to one side so I could tease her neck with my lips. That got her to finally relax. "No," she gasped. "Iona, you explaining sex to Zane is like a bobcat telling a wolf how to hunt deer," Barbie Lynn teased Iona. "He gets to know you, what you like, and what you want, even if you don't know what that is." I spent another two minutes giving Iona a sensual massage, rubbing her upper arms, down along her sides, then tracing the lines of her panties before finishing with her inner thighs. Smack! "Oh," Iona gasped from the light impact. "Why didn't you spank me as hard as you spanked Barbie Lynn?" she wondered. "Did you want me to leave a handprint on your ass?" I asked. "No, I guess not," Iona admitted. "Can you answer me something?" "I'll try," I replied. "Why do you have those marks on your wrists and ankles?" She inquired. The room was dark so Barbie Lynn hadn't seen my little gift from the Kappa Sig's until Iona showed her what to look for. "Zane?" Barbie Lynn demanded to know, her persona going from sensual lover to protective Dorm Mother. "Let's not get into this right now," I sighed. They looked past me to one another but thankfully respected the peace I had requested. Had they not left together, huddled in quiet conversation, I would have been happier, but I had to be satisfied with fifteen more minutes of sleep instead. By the time I made it to the shower, everyone already knew not to ask, they were already seeking answers on their own. Getting to breakfast involved a play-debate where I had to be the 'Bad Guy,' aka the Liberal, Baby-killing, Godless Democrat, while my mistress of the moment was the heroic Republican. I graciously allowed her to trounce me, to the cheers of my fellow classmates, when I declared that all churches should be converted to homes for unwed mothers and that church-endorsed marriage should be banned for not accepting homosexuality. Did I know my audience or what? Never a Simple Morning I love women, even though they will surely be the death of me. Case in point: breakfast. I'm about to sit down with my normal companions (Rio and Iona) when a blur shoves Rio aside and takes a seat next to me. "Zane, I've been going over the books in the school library and some, Raven began. "Bitch, you did not just bump me and steal my seat," Rio seethed. Raven looked over her shoulder at Rio. "We are not in kindergarten anymore. Grown-ups chose their own seat," Raven lectured. "Wait!" I cried out to forestall Rio's pelting Raven with the contents of her food tray. Rio gave me barely enough time to twist my tray sideways, half-stand, and pull the Hellion onto my lap. I wouldn't displace Iona and that was the only place in this section of the table for her to sit. "Nice hood ornament," Raven smirked. "You and me are far from done," Rio snarled. "What, you don't know what 'ornament' means so you opt for something out of 'Goodfellas'?" Raven taunted. "Stop!" I barked. "Rio, Raven, Raven, Rio; Rio is my twin-soul and Raven is going to help me get through English this semester so for my sake, would you both please play nice?" Neither girl would budge so I took the initiative. "Raven, I think we can get access to the libraries at UV and George Mason; I'm sure they have tons more material for us to use," I offered. "How are you going to manage that?" Raven was skeptical. "Yeah, Brainiac," Rio parroted. "How are you going to do that?" "I'll have one of the Sorority sisters help me with UV and we'll have Iona hack Lance Wellington's password from his phone," I explained. "That will get us into Mason." "Only an idiot would store their password on a portable storage device," Raven stated with confidence. "Someone smart enough to get into George Mason wouldn't do that." "Ha, ha, ha," Rio laughed. "Raven, there are smarts, then there are real smarts. Any knucklehead can crack some books and get into a law school but it takes an adult to know when the rules do and don't apply." "That makes no sense," Raven stated with authority. "Raven, would you even consider trying to access UV or George Mason?" I asked. "No," she admitted, "because we don't go there." "Men build fortresses to be impregnable; God inspires men to storm them anyway," I replied. "Which translates as, 'if Zane says he's going to get something for you, he'll do it," Rio said. "Okay," Raven mulled it over, then, "So, Zane, how did you get those rope burns on your wrists?" "Yeah, Zane, how did you get those marks on your wrists and ankles?" Rio inquired devilishly. I stole an accusatory look at Iona for ratting me out about my ankles. "I went over to the Kappa Sigma

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¡Esto suena a una emisión EPICA Rebel Heart N.30 con Señor Melódico y Paco Jiménez parece más que un programa: es una travesía sonora por lo mejor del rock melódico, el AOR moderno y las joyas ocultas del hard rock internacional. Una mezcla de nostalgia, descubrimiento y actitud. Es como si cada canción fuera una carta escrita por el alma de alguien que se niega a rendirse. Y tú, como oyente, formas parte de esa resistencia sonora. REBEL HEART EMISIÓN N.30 CON SEÑOR MELODICO Y PACO JIMENEZ. Argi lost in paradise.(Sintonia) Visionary Man (USA)2025 - Visionary Man2 - Visionary Man. White Widdow10 Change of Passion.(2025) Laguna - The Ghost Of Katrina (2025)6 These Chains. Revlin Project - World Within.(2021) Hartmann Twenty Times Colder3 This Heart.(2025) Roulette (Sweden)2025 - Go!9. She Cant Hide TALISMAN TABÜ3 - HOY POR TI. Barnabas Sky Over The Horizon1 The Sign Of The Wolf (2025) The Devil Wears Nada - Postalgia (2024) (Deluxe Edition 2025)4. Make Me Feel. Danny Veras - Can't Stop The Rock (2025)5. Keep The Faith Hartmann Twenty Times Colder (2025) Streetlight (Sweden)2023 - Ignition4 Love Riot. Michael Sciuto Edge1 Living On The Edge.(1999) Noora Louhimo Experience - Eternal Wheel Of Time And Space (2021)7 - Last In Line Ramonda - The Walls Are Crumbling Down (2025)9. Bad Girl. Crowne (ft. Alexander Strandell, Jona Tee, John Levén, Kicken) - Mad World.(2021) Gabrielle de Val I_Am The Hammer1. The Sky Is Falling (2025) Styx2025 - Circling From Above4 King Of Love. Sundell Brothers - Sandy.(2021) Jolly joker broken glass (2024) A-Z - A2Z² (2025)10. Now I Walk Away

Michael Robotham (The Suspect, Good Girl, Bad Girl) and Dinuka McKenzie (The Torrent, Taken) discuss Michael's 20 years of publishing, the hardships of writing, the crime genre, what inspires their books and the art of crafting interesting characters. Learn more about the two authors, their publishing history, the number of words they've had to sacrifice, and of course, the publishing industry in this special episode of "Authors on Authors LIVE". Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The teaser of the upcoming Tamil movie Bad Girl released last year sparked a wave of outrage across Tamil Nadu. The Madurai High Court recently passed an order severely reprimanding the movie and its makers calling Bad Girl a borderline child pornography. In this episode, we trace the phenomenon that led to the emergence of such perverted movies in Tamil Nadu and the overall moral degeneration of Tamil cinema. Bad Girl is especially disturbing because its makers specifically target a school-going Brahmin girl depicting her as a victim of an alleged Brahmin patriarchy, which forbids her from having multiple sex partners, smoking and alcoholism. Join the conversation! Support Our PodcastsIf you enjoyed this episode, please consider supporting The Dharma Dispatch podcast so we can offer more such interesting, informative and educational content related to Indian History, Sanatana Dharma, Hindu Culture and current affairs. It takes us months of rigorous research, writing and editing and significant costs to offer this labour of love.Ways you can Support The Dharma Podcast:* UPI: ddispatch@axl* Wallets, Netbanking, etc:* Scan the QR Code below. Get full access to The Dharma Dispatch Digest at thedharmadispatch.substack.com/subscribe

The sun is hot and boiling us to death but the anime from this summer 2025 season may be even hotter and boiling us to death just as well! In this extra seasonal episode of the Anime Brothers, Matt and Grenth (The Peak, the Mid, and the Degenerate + Three Weebs and a Visual Novel) break down their first impressions of the hottest batch of seasonal anime including Dandadan 2nd Season, My Dress Up Darling 2nd Season, and Gachiakuta! There's even handy dandy timestamps below in case you just want to get in and out because we care! Listen in and tell us the anime you're enjoying this season on our Discord or shoot us an e-mail and we may read it on air at animexbrotherspodcast@gmail.com! Stay safe and hydrated! Time stamps for seasonal anime: Apocalypse Bringer Mynoghra - 5:24 Bad Girl - 9:15  Call of the Night 2nd Season - 14:04  City the Animation - 19:35 Clevatess - 25:27 Cultural Exchange with a Game Center Girl - 32:16 Dandadan 2nd Season - 38:11 The Fragrant Flower Blooms with Dignity - 45:12 Gachiakuta - 51:54 Grand Blue Dreaming 2nd Season - 57:50 Hell Teacher Nube - 1:01:48 Kaiju No. 8 2nd Season - 1:03:38 My Dress Up Darling 2nd Season - 1:05:07 Necronomico - 1:15:24 Nyaight of the Living Cat - 1:22:43 Rent-a-Girlfriend 4th Season - 1:26:38 Ruri Rocks - 1:31:28 See You Tomorrow at the Food Court - 1:35:45 Secrets of the Silent Witch - 1:40:50 The Summer Hikaru Died - 1:46:57 Touken Angi - 1:53:18 Turkey - 1:55:41 Watari-kun's XXX is About to Collapse - 1:57:35 The Water Magician - 1:59:19 Welcome to the Outcast's Restaurant - 2:00:53 With You and the Rain - 2:03:07 Support The Adventure!Patreon Join The Adventure!DiscordTwitter Instagram animexbrotherspodcast@gmail.com All The Links, On One Tree!https://linktr.ee/AnimeBrothersPodcast Intro Song: YungxHarm - No Cap Freestyle feat vacaationOutro Song: YungxHarm - Kept in the Dark Follow YungxHarm;Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/yungxharm/Twitter: @YungxHarmSoundcloud:https://soundcloud.com/yungxharm471 Follow vacaation;Instagram: https://instagram.com/vacaation?igshiTwitter: @vacaation_Soundcloud:https://soundcloud.com/vacaation86

Het zesde boek van Alice Feeney, de koningin van de psychologische thriller. Uitgegeven door Bruna Uitgevers B.V., A.W. Spreker: Saskia Lammers

The guys share their reactions to the second half of Ironheart and the surprising reveals in the last episode of the series. The guys discuss if the series stuck the landing and whether the show can stand on its own. Don't forget to subscribe and leave us a review on Apple Podcasts and Spotify!Instagram: @confidently_podYouTube: @confidentlywrongpodcastWebsite: confidentlywrong.simplecast.comCredits:Hosted by: Wesley Nakamura, Brian Redondo, Savon JonesEdited by: Wesley NakamuraTheme Music: Implied Authority by Bass ElfLink: https://soundcloud.com/bass_elf_music

With the season in full gear, its time for a pit stop! On todays episode, Cozette and Pete are giving their first impressions on the Summer 2025 seasons! Spoilers ahead for sequels, so use the timestamps belowSocials/Discord - https://linktr.ee/whatdoyousayanime0:00 Intro2:09 First impressions of the season3:38 The Summer Hikaru Died11:28 City19:10 The Fragrant Flower Blooms With Dignity22:18 Game Center Girl27:28 With You and the Rain33:25 April Showers40:55 Ruri Rocks46:21 Secrets of the Silent Witch52:46 My Dress Up Darling S257:28 Kaiju No. 8 S259:28 DanDaDan S2 and Pete on other sequels1:02:56 Fermat Kitchen1:04:25 Hotel Inhuman1:05:51 Takopi's Original Sin1:07:44 Cozette's other quick hits (See You Tomorrow at the Food Court, Welcome to the Outcast's Restaurant, Futari Solo Camp)1:10:36 Pete's drops (Water Magician, Watari-kun's xxx is About to Collapse, Detectives These Days Are Crazy)1:11:46 Pete's quick hits (Turkey, Gachiakuta, Nyaight of the Living Cat, Bad Girl, SYTATFC, Leviathan)

On this week's episode of the Wine Time With A Gay and A Gal Podcast we discuss:1) We Used to Live Here book review2) Amy Lee Bradley is Missing Documentary on NETFLIX3) The Summer I Turned Pretty (Season 3) on AMAZON4) Superman Movie 5) COSMO Magazine Quiz: Are You Enough of a Bad Girl?Tune in and find out if PJ is enough of a bad girl .... cheers!

The season of Hype is officially upon us! This week, the Plummet boys dive into their first impressions on the Summer anime of 2025. We got Isekais, Smut, Sad Girls, and even a hint of Romance! Tune in to find out what we're most excited for this season and see what we pick for trash of the season. Enjoy! (00:05:06) Continuing Shows(00:05:55) Sequels(00:14:35) Betrothed to My Sister's Ex(00:17:22) Gachiakuta(00:24:17) The Shy Hero and the Assassin Princesses(00:27:42) Welcome to the Outcast's Restaurant!(00:33:45) See you tomorrow at the food court(00:37:15) Watari-kun's ** Is about to Collapse(00:41:41) Secrets of the Silent Witch(00:47:11) New Saga(00:52:56) Uglymug, Epicfighter(01:00:02) Takopi's Original Sin(01:09:52) With You In the Rain(01:12:15) The Summer Hikaru Died(01:20:20) The Water Magician(01:26:50) Scooped Up by an S-Rank Adventurer(01:29:58) The Fragrant Flower Blooms with Dignity(01:35:09) Bad Girl(01:37:49) City The Animation(01:44:07) Clevatess(01:52:36) Turkey(01:58:45) Chuhai Lips: Canned Flavor of Married Women(02:02:37) Nukitashi the AnimationFor more info and our new Anime Plummet shirt and beer koozie, check out ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠AnimeSummit.net⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Theme Song: Toilet Paper by ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Danya Vodovoz⁠⁠⁠⁠

Click to Subscribe: https://bit.ly/Youtube-Subscribe-SoapDirt Beyond the Gates sees the tension between Kat Richardson (Colby Muhammad) and Eva Thomas (Ambyr Michelle) continues to captivate viewers. This latest episode saw the two half-sisters continue their intense rivalry. Kat, spoiled and privileged, has always had the love and attention of her parents, Nicole Dupree Richardson (Daphnee Duplaix) and Ted Richardson (Keith D. Robinson). Eva, on the other hand, was raised in a less fortunate circumstance, with her manipulative mother Leslie Thomas (Trisha Mann-Grant) feeding her a web of lies about her father on the CBS soap opera. BTG sees Eva's recent discovery of Leslie's deceit seems to have prompted a change of heart, as she begins to question her preconceived notions about her family. Despite the tumultuous relationship with her sister Kat, Eva has shown a willingness to reach out and help, even secretly assisting at Nicole's office. Kat, meanwhile, remains self-centered and vindictive, going as far as putting her father Ted's business at risk to spite Eva. The tension escalates further when Tomas "Tom" Hernandez, played by Alex Alegria, becomes a point of contention between the two. Beyond the Gates sees While Eva is seen as the underdog, striving to make amends and better herself, Kat's character continues to be portrayed as the ultimate brat, unable to see beyond her own self-interests. In light of these recent developments, fans are eager to see how the relationship between Kat and Eva evolves. Will Kat ever give Eva a chance, or will their feud continue to escalate?   This episode was hosted by Belynda Gates-Turner for Soap Dirt. Visit our Beyond the Gates section of Soap Dirt: https://soapdirt.com/category/beyond-the-gates/ Listen to our Podcasts: https://soapdirt.podbean.com/ Check out our always up-to-date Beyond the Gates Spoilers page at: https://soapdirt.com/beyond-the-gates-spoilers/ Check Out our Social Media... Twitter: https://twitter.com/SoapDirtTV Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SoapDirt Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/soapdirt/ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@soapdirt Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/soapdirt/

Send us a textRewind to 24 July 2005 to 30 July 2005This week in 2005, Rihanna made her Diwali riddim-fuelled debut, Hulk Hogan became the ultimate helicopter dad and Birmingham took a surprise spin on the tornado ride. We also hit Splendour just as it pivoted to electro and watched Canadian scientists crush Bigfoot dreams with one tuft of bison hair.

We are finishing up our discussion of the 5th Academy Awards or the films of 1931/32. We cover the winners from our 10-movie mini-tournament in this episode. The nominees were: Arrowsmith, Bad Girl, The Champ, Five Star Final, Grand Hotel, One Hour With You, Shanghai Express, The Smiling LieutenantThe films we added were: Scarface and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. HydeNote: SPOILERS - we talk through the full plots of all the movies we cover.Timestamps are approximate:1:50 - Bad Girl12:00 - Shanghai Express21:05 - The Champ30:45 - Five Star Final46:45 - Grand Hotel - Conclusions58:55 - Did the Oscars Get it Wrong?1:00:25 - Top 5 Films1:01:15 - Jake Gyllenhaal Corner1:02:10 - Come back to any of these films?1:02:30 - Patterns1:03:35 - Best Best Picture Ranking1:05:55 - Next Time--------------------------Want to know what episode we're currently prepping and suggest non-nominees that we should watch? Check us out on instagram at oscarswrongpod.Enjoying the podcast? Please leave us a rating or review on your podcast app of choice

Welcome, welcome! This episode is too long, but I won't apologize because it's what you're here for! Summer... a season of anime that people look forward to for a handful of shows. A season Dustin hates because he ends up watching only a handful shows. Lindsay is pumped so here's what we cover!Bad Girl, Call of the Night, Chuhai Lips, Dekin no Mogura: The Earthbound Mole, Detectives These Days, Are Crazy!, Fermat Kitchen, Gachiakuta, Hell Teacher: Jigoku Sensei Nube, My Dress-Up Darling, Nyaight of the Living Cat, Onmyo Kaiten Re:Birth Verse, Private Tutor to the Duke's Daughter, Rascal Does Not Dream of Santa Claus, Reborn as a Vending Machine I Now Wander The Dungeon, Scooped Up by An S-Rank Adventrer, The Shy Hero and the Assassin Princesses, The Summer Hikaru Died, Uglymug, Epicfighter, Watari-kun's *****Is About to Collapse, THe Water Magician, Welcome to the Outcast's Restaurant... and DanDaDan... I'm probably missing something Lindsay covered... wait! It's Rent-A-Girlfriend.

We are covering the 5th Academy Awards or the films of 1931/32. There were 8 nominees this year so we added 2 more to make a 10 movie 2-parter. We cover the losers in this episode. We also chat about a short film: Laurel and Hardy's "The Music Box."The nominees were: Arrowsmith, Bad Girl, The Champ, Five Star Final, Grand Hotel, One Hour With You, Shanghai Express, The Smiling LieutenantThe films we added were: Scarface and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. HydeNote: SPOILERS - we talk through the full plots of all the movies we cover.Timestamps are approximate:7:35 - The Music Box15:40 - Round 1 Match-Ups and Deciding Winners and LosersLosers Discussion21:30 - One Hour With You 26:20 - The Smiling Lieutenant32:50 - Scarface44:05 - Arrowsmith55:30 - Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde1:08:55 - Best of the Worst & Worst of the Worst1:09:30 - Next Time--------------------------Want to know what episode we're currently prepping and suggest non-nominees that we should watch? Check us out on instagram at oscarswrongpod.Enjoying the podcast? Please leave us a rating or review on your podcast app of choice

Join the Bad Girl, The Playa, and The Stars, as they break down The Gilgo Beach Serial Killings. The Gilgo Beach serial killings were part of a series of murders on Long Island, New York, spanning from 1993 to 2011. Many of the victims' (11+) remains were found over a period of months in late 2010 and 2011 during a police search of the area along Ocean Parkway, a road near the remote beach town of Gilgo in southern Suffolk County, New York. Between July 2023 and December 2024, Rex Heuermann, a Manhattan-based architect and resident of Massapequa Park, Long Island, has been charged with the murders of 7 women. He has pleaded not guilty to all charges and is being held without bail as he awaits trial. Please join us for yet another highly controversial episode!!! #rexheuermann #gilgobeachserialkillings #longisland #truecrime

Director:  Frank Borzage Producer:  Frank Borzage Screenplay:  Edwin J. Burke Photography:  Chester A. Lyons Music:  N/A Cast:  James Dunn, Sally Eilers, Minna Gombell, Frank Darien, William Pawley Rotten Tomatoes:  Critics: --%/Audience: 39%

Here is the second set filmed while in bermuda for carnival 2025. This mix features some of the new Afrobeats & Amapiano records, along with a sprinkle of remixes here and there. Watch On Youtube: https://youtu.be/qocxIf-OgUo Subscribe and Listen to the Blaqrose Supreme's Podcast HERE:

Join the Bad Girl, The Playa, and The Stars as they break down one of the most controversial cases in American history, the retrial of Karen Read. The True Crime Fab 5 devoted several episodes to covering Read's initial 2024 trial for the murder of her boyfriend, Boston police officer John O'Keefe. The trial ended months later in a mistrial, after the jury deadlocked on the charges. Her controversial retrial began in April 2025 and concluded on June 17th, as the jury acquitted her of second-degree murder, vehicular manslaughter, and leaving the scene of an accident resulting in death. Please join us for this totally unscripted and very controversial episode!!! #karenread #johnokeefe #dramaindedham #truecrime

Join the Bad Girl, The Playa, and The Stars, for their landmark 50th Episode, as they go way back in time to present the case of John Wayne Gacy, notoriously known as The Killer Clown. John Wayne Gacy was an American serial killer and sex offender active in the 1970s. He is known for the murder of at least 33 young men and boys, many of whom he lured to his home in Illinois. Gacy frequently performed as “Pogo the Clown” at charitable events or children's parties. This is one of the most shocking and horrific cases in True Crime history. Join The True Crime Fab 4 every Monday at 7 PM Eastern Time on the Monte & The Pharaoh YouTube Network! #johnwaynegacy #killerclown #truecrime Brittany's radio link: https://funlandradio.com/ Benny's radio link: https://live365.com/station/W.A.N.T.-a66379

Join the Bad Girl, The Playa, and The Stars as they break down the highly controversial Burn Pile Murder Trial. On July 5, 2018, Detective Daniel Hayes of the Cherokee County Sheriff's Office, north of Atlanta, responded to a most unusual call. A human body in a burn pile. The body was later identified as 58-year-old Gary Farris, the larger-than-life, 300-pound patriarch of the Farris estate, now reduced to skeletal remains. Hayes learned that Gary Farris was a wealthy commercial real estate attorney, married to Melody Farris. They raised four children: Chris, Scott, Emily, and Amanda. This is a classic whodunit case, and The True Crime Fab Four will be quite prepared to speak their minds! Join us every Monday at 7 PM Eastern Time on the Monte & The Pharaoh YouTube Network! #burnpilemurdertrial #melodyfarris #truecrime

What do you do when someone you love keeps using emotional blunt force instead of listening? When the men in your life still believe criticism is caring, or that dominance equals dialogue?In this week's episode, we sit with two brave women learning how to communicate with men who are still playing by old, outdated rules where vulnerability is weakness, power is control, and connection gets sacrificed for the illusion of authority.We explore what it means to keep our hearts open without abandoning ourselves, to name what hurts without making someone wrong, and to build bridges without betraying our own inner truth. You'll hear real-life moments, fresh language to try, and permission to stop performing “good girl” energy just to keep the peace.In this raw and real episode, two women ask:How do I stay in connection with someone who keeps hurting me?Why do I freeze or fawn when I know better?SHOW NOTES: Why old-school masculinity often shows up as dismissal, control, or withdrawalHow women often internalize the pressure to stay sweet, silent, and obedientWhat to say (and not say) when our boundaries are being ignoredThe art of exiting a conversation with grace and powerHow to bring “bad girl” energy back into wholenessThis episode is for anyone tired of talking to a wall, and ready to start listening to themselves.

If you have been affected by any of the themes in this episode, please consider visiting the following resources: The Samaritans helpline: 116 123 Refuge domestic abuse helpline: 0808 2000 247 (live chat is also available at ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.nationaldahelpline.org.uk/Contact-us⁠⁠⁠⁠ *times apply) Safeline domestic abuse helpline: 01926 402 498 Safeline national male survivor helpline: 0808 800 5005 Rape Crisis Helpline: 0808 802 9999 (help is also available at live chat at ⁠⁠⁠⁠https://rapecrisis.org.uk/get-help/live-chat-helpline/⁠⁠⁠⁠ *times apply) Sexual Assault Support Line: 01708 765200 To advertise on the show, contact sales@advertisecast.com or visit https://advertising.libsyn.com/thecriminalmakeup. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

Welcome Back to the BRUNCH BREAKDOWN Podcast! On #TheMenu: Our top 5 Childhood Celebrity Crushes (shouts to Gia from Full House), Bowling, Flag Football in the Olympics, and if you didn't know, CANADA IS ON FIRE AGAIN! Plus, Beer, Music, & MORE! See Yinz at the table for another delicious episode! Check out the SOUNDS OF BRUNCH Playlist on Spotify! WATCH Full Episodes of the @BrunchBreakdown Podcast on YouTube, Spotify, & Facebook. LISTEN on AMAZON, Audible, Spotify, Apple, and Everywhere You Get Your Podcasts. FOLLOW us on Twitter, Triller, Instagram, TikTok, and GoodPods!

Join the Bad Girl, The Playa, and The Stars as they break down the heartbreaking case of Madeline Soto. Soto, a 13-year-old girl from Kissimmee, Florida, was reported as missing on February 26, 2024, and found dead on March 1, 2024. Her mother's boyfriend, Stephan Sterns, was charged with first-degree murder. The True Crime Fab Four is never at a loss for words and always say what is on their minds! Join us every Monday at 7 PM Eastern Time on the Monte & The Pharaoh YouTube Network! #madelinesoto #stephensterns #truecrime Brittany's Radio Show - https://funlandradio.com/ Benny's Radio Show - https://live365.com/station/W.A.N.T.-a66379

Join the Bad Girl, The One and Only Playa, and The Stars as they go back in time and revisit the bizarre case of Richard Kuklinski, aka The Iceman. Richard Leonard Kuklinski (April 11, 1935 – March 5, 2006), also known as The Iceman, was an American criminal and leader of a New Jersey-based burglary ring. He engaged in criminal activities for most of his adult life, which began when he distributed pirated pornography and eventually escalated to at least five murders committed between 1980 and 1984 for personal profit. His nickname derives from him freezing the body of one of his victims in an attempt to disguise the time of death. The True Crime Fab Four is never at a loss for words and always says what is on their minds! Join us every Monday at 7 PM Eastern Time on the Monte & The Pharaoh YouTube Network! #iceman #richardkuklinski #truecrime

Join the Bad Girl, The One and Only Playa, and The Stars, as they cover the tragic case of the 2022 University of Idaho Killings. In the early morning hours of November 13, 2022, four University of Idaho students were fatally stabbed in an off-campus residence in Moscow, Idaho. On December 30, suspect Bryan Christopher Kohberger was arrested in Monroe County, Pennsylvania, on four counts of first-degree murder and one count of felony burglary. Prosecutors are seeking the death penalty. A jury trial is currently scheduled to begin on August 11, 2025, in Boise, Idaho. The True Crime Fab Four as always has much to say! Join us every Monday at 7PM Eastern Time on the Monte & The Pharaoh YouTube Network! #universityofidahokillings #bryankohberger #truecrime

Join the Bad Girl, The One and Only Playa, and The Stars, as they cover the heartbreaking case of The Watts Family Murders. Christopher Lee Watts is a Colorado man who murdered his pregnant wife, Shan'ann Watts, and their two young daughters, four-year-old Bella and three-year-old Celeste, on August 13, 2018. That November, Watts pleaded guilty to first-degree murder on multiple counts and was subsequently sentenced to life in prison without parole. The True Crime Fab Four has much to say on this one! Join us every Monday at 7PM Eastern Time on the Monte & The Pharaoh YouTube Network! #christopherleewatts #wattsfamilymurders #truecrime

We got on our motorcycle and rode around the city in No More Heroes! Developer: Grasshopper Manufacture | Publisher: Ubisoft/XSEED | Initial Release: January 22, 2008 Jacob, Travis and special guest Seth Strugill from All N Media and Carpool Gaming sit in our gross apartment, suplex fools and shake our beam katana to recharge. PLAYERS: Jacob McCourt (Bluesky) Travis Colenutt (Bluesky) SPECIAL GUEST: Seth Sturgill (Bluesky) from Carpool Gaming and All N Media Web: LeftBehindGame.Club | Twitter: @LeftBehindClub | Bluesky: leftbehindgameclub.bsky.social TIMESTAMPS: 0:00 - Intro 1:45 - Intro to Seth Sturgill 4:00 - Fast Pitch 7:30 - Gameplay Overview 15:30 - 2000s Era Open Worlds 18:10 - Suda51 and David Lynch 22:15 - Other NHM Games 25:00 - Combat 29:45 - Motion Controls 30:30 - Sound Design 32:50 - Appreciating NMH 36:40 - Destroyman 40:30 - The Spoiler Wall 41:10 - Holly Summers 47:00 - Bad Girl 49:30 - Suda51's Other Games 55:00 - Jeane 1:01:50 - Henry 1:03:15 - Side Jobs 1:05:00 - Reviews 1:11:50 Outro & PAX East 2025 RESOURCES: Review: No More Heroes & No More Heroes 2: Desperate Struggle via Destructoid No More Heroes Review via Nintendo Life DISCORD: The Left Behind Game Club is a monthly game club podcast focusing on positivity & community. To talk to members of the community, join our Discord server!

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Full episode on Patreon Ben here, join Jen and I for a 4 day oddessy in Providence, Rhode Island as we attempt to meet the Queen of Queer Eye, Jonathan Van Ness. We discuss being JVN's biggest super-haters, what the trajectory of her career says about broader cultural shifts, and figure out why he was borderline blackout at his live show Hot & Healed. Plus a special appearance from the Bad Girl of Podcasting, Meg. Hold on to your wigs hunties, cause we're serving some hater realness with some extra strength mother tea. Can you believe?

The third time is a charm on the Dax backstory episode as we review the shockingly good "Playing God". When some guy with limited personality shows up to learn the secrets of having a slug in the gut, we get some wacky science nonsense, O'Brien and Kira trying to indulge their murder lust, and just enough time to talk over Bajor having some suspect laws on the books. 

This week, hosts Jim DeRogatis and Greg Kot pay tribute to the late, great David Johansen of the New York Dolls and solo career fame, covering as much of his remarkable body of work as they could fit into one episode. They also revisit their interview with David Johansen from 2001.Join our Facebook Group: https://bit.ly/3sivr9TBecome a member on Patreon: https://bit.ly/3slWZvcSign up for our newsletter: https://bit.ly/3eEvRnGMake a donation via PayPal: https://bit.ly/3dmt9lUSend us a Voice Memo: Desktop: bit.ly/2RyD5Ah Mobile: sayhi.chat/soundops Featured Songs:New York Dolls, "Trash," New York Dolls, Mercury, 1973The Beatles, "With A Little Help From My Friends," Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, Parlophone, 1967New York Dolls, "Personality Crisis," New York Dolls, Mercury, 1973New York Dolls, "Jet Boy," New York Dolls, Mercury, 1973New York Dolls, "Bad Girl (Blue Rock Studios Demo)," Lipstick Killers – The Mercer Street Sessions 1972, ROIR, 1982New York Dolls, "Pills," New York Dolls, Mercury, 1973New York Dolls, "Frankenstein," New York Dolls, Mercury, 1973New York Dolls, "Looking For a Kiss," New York Dolls, Mercury, 1973New York Dolls, "Bad Girl," New York Dolls, Mercury, 1973New York Dolls, "Bad Detective," Too Much Too Soon, Mercury, 1974New York Dolls, "Human Being," Too Much Too Soon, Mercury, 1974David Johansen, "Frenchette (Live)," Live It Up, Blue Sky, 1982Buster Poindexter, "Hot Hot Hot," Buster Poindexter, RCA, 1987David Johansen, "James Alley Blues," David Johansen and the Harry Smiths, Chesky, 2000Buster Poindexter, "Downtown Dream," Buster's Spanish Rocketship, PolyGram, 1997New York Dolls, "Babylon," Too Much Too Soon, Mercury, 1974David Johansen, "Heart of Gold," Here Comes the Night, Blue Sky, 1981New York Dolls, "Lonely Planet Boy," New York Dolls, Mercury, 1973Men at Work, "Who Can it Be Now?," Business as Usual, Columbia, 1981See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

Today, we're taking a wild ride with Warrior Nun Areala vs Razor, a 90s comic that's as over-the-top as the Bad Girl art movement itself. With gratuitous action, exaggerated characters, and the completely random bonus of a polybagged CD soundtrack, this is all about style over substance.    ----more---- For the transcript of this episode, head over to https://www.tencenttakes.com/transcripts.   Email: tencenttakes@gmail.com Twitter: @Tencenttakes Instagram: @Tencenttakes Facebook: /Tencenttakes Mastodon: retro.pizza/@tencenttakes Our banner art is original work by Sarah Frank  (https://www.lookmomdraws.com/)

Time to misbehave.   Virginia Feito's new novel, Victorian Psycho, is all about good behaviour, positive standards and polite conduct…and what happens when you flout all that, by – I dunno – slaughtering a houseload of people.   It's a much buzzed about book that takes the psychopathy of American Psycho back to the straightlaced, be-corseted world of the 19th Century, then let's rip. We talk about glorious violence, the humour of extremity, Charles Dickens and Bret Easton Ellis…and have a deeply amusing conversation about infanticide.   Queen Victorian would be appalled.   Enjoy!   Other books mentioned:   Mrs March (2021), by Virginia Feito American Psycho (1991), by Bret Easton Ellis A Christmas Carol (1843), by Charles Dickens Nightmare Abbey (1818), by Thomas Peacock The Secret Garden (1911), by Frances Hodgson Burnett The Lamb (2025), by Lucy Rose Come Closer (2003), by Sara Gran The Fate of Mary Rose (1981), by Caroline Blackwood David Copperfield (1850), by Charles Dickens   Support Talking Scared on Patreon   Check out the Talking Scared Merch line – at VoidMerch   Come talk books on Twitter @talkscaredpod, on Instagram, or email direct to talkingscaredpod@gmail.com Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome back to ask uncut where we unpack your deepest dilemmas!Last week we learned that Laura was in her mid twenties when she realised how chickens procreated. It turns out, she was absolutely not alone! Which voice do you like your robots to have? Are you into the simple factory setting Siri or would you prefer a bit of hot guy ASMR? Vibes for the week:Laura - The Six Triple Eight film on NetflixBritt - The Telepathy Tapes PodcastKeeshia - The Traitors US on 10Play Then we jump into your questions! USED CONDOMI was with my ex for almost 3 years when we had a baby. The baby was 1 and things in our relationship went downhill. We called it off due to my partner needing space. 3 weeks after breaking up we had a chat and agreed that we would see each other again and not see anyone else. I have now found a used condom in the bin. Some background context; he got asked to be a sperm donor by a friend and has said that he masturbated into the condom to save it. Am I wrong in not believing why the condom was used? FAST MOVING RELATIONSHIP AND THEFTI have been seeing a guy for about 6 months. It’s one of those romances that moves quite fast and feels so perfect. I have not had many adult relationships, never felt this loved so it’s all full steam ahead. I’ve had a few comments from friends and family about the speed we are moving but that’s probably expected. We are currently applying for houses so we can live together. He has kids from past relationships that he has a lot of the time. I love kids so no problem here.My question is I have just found out that he has some legal proceedings coming up this year. He used someone else’s bank details to purchase items for himself, so effectively stealing/fraud but he stands by that he was told he could spend the money on himself even though he thought it seemed a bit odd at the time. He will be pleading guilty as his lawyer advised this will be the best outcome for him. I am so conflicted as I have never felt this loved by someone and felt like I was really finally getting my fairy tale ending after watching everyone else get theirs. Is it a bad idea to stand by and support him while he goes through this knowing he has stolen from someone? I can’t even fathom having to try and find someone else at this point as I really want kids of my own in the next few years and it took me 10 years to find someone. WE ELOPED AND MY PARENTS ARE ANGRYMy husband and I recently eloped overseas. We made the decision to keep it a surprise and tell everyone at the same time with individual messages to our immediate families and social media informing all other family and friends. Everyone so far has been extremely happy for us and shared that excitement, mainly my husband's family. My parents however have not contacted me since we told them over 2 weeks ago, absolute radio silence. I preempted this reaction from my mum seeing as my MIL was actually on the holiday with us and was able to be at the elopement. I knew this would upset her, however I still hoped she could put aside her personal hurt to still be happy for us. I am angry at my parents for their lack of interest in such a pivotal point in my life and am adamant that I am not the one who needs to reach out at this time. Am I right to leave the ball in their court to reach out? Every day that goes by seriously affects how our relationship looks in the future. Please note my mum is often a selfish person who is always the victim. My dad hurts more though as he appears to have sided with mum in not messaging me even personally. DEALING WITH MY MILMy MIL plays a minimal role in our daughter's life, but recently we have asked her to mind our little one for an hour each week. When the MIL comes over, she is always calling me a ‘mean mum’ to my daughter. For example, we were heading off for a big swim in the river, the furthest I would have ever swam and I had made myself some food which was different to my daughter’s dinner as I have lots of food allergies. Of course my daughter wanted some of mine, but I was trying to encourage her to eat her own food. My mother in law then called me a ‘mean mum’ over and over again. Our daughter is 18 months and will probably begin to understand the animosity here soon. I always play nice and laugh it off. She NEVER does this when my husband is around, so when I tell him about it, as much as he believes me, it makes it tricky to bring up. I have tried saying things like, ‘Hey, that’s not very fair or kind’, but she continues. Any further suggestions? My family lives 4 hours away and I really need that 1 hour break so I can go exercise with my husband and we have time together. Our second baby is on the way and I can’t afford to damage the relationship further. 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