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TSN Hockey Analyst Mike Johnson joined OverDrive to discuss the headlines around the Maple Leafs' defeat to the Blue Jackets, the signs of positivity for the team, Joseph Woll's role in the crease, Easton Cowan's jump in the lineup, Max Domi's giveaway and his placement on the roster and more.

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The Time Riders: Part 10 Egyptian Acheology, In Real Time. Based on a post by BiscuitHammer, in 16 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels. Mark felt a cold chill, but also was strangely assured that she didn't begin screaming. If anything, she sounded vaguely amused. He didn't come out, but he pushed one of his hands through the linens and waved at her. "Silly," she giggled, still smirking. "You might as well come out, because all I have to do is scream if I want help. I'm not afraid of anyone stupid enough to break into the personal chambers of a devotee of the goddess." Mark took a deep breath and walked out from beneath the linens, stopping and looking down at her, blushing at getting caught. She looked up him curiously, although she was still clearly amused, and made no attempt to cover her nudity. "You're a slave," she remarked, noting his attire. "What compelled you to hide in my room?" What was the point in lying? "I was hoping to fuck a Vestal," he confessed, shrugging and turning his palms to her in a gesture of honesty. "That's the simple truth." She raised an eyebrow. "That's brazen of you. You know we're all virgins on purpose, right? We took a sacred vow." Mark shrugged again. "Everyone has needs and urges, even sacred virgins." Aemelia giggled. "I suppose that's true. But why would; excuse me, I don't know your name, slave." "Bonosus." "Well, then, Bonosus," she intoned, setting her arm on the edge of the basin and then resting her head against two fingers while she observed him, more than a little intrigued. "What makes you think a sacred virgin of mighty Rome would want to fuck a slave, if she were indeed subject to such base desires as you describe?" "Well, you wouldn't need to take a vow if you weren't subject to them, would you?" he reasoned. "And as to why;” He slowly slipped off his ragged tunic, leaving him naked. Aemelia's eyes widened slightly as his cock came into view. "Woof," she muttered to herself as she fixated on his limp cock. "Your father, is he Bacchus, or a satyr? Because only a god or a creature of sin should be lavished with a prong like that." "Interested?" he asked, smirking back at her. "Because if you're not, maybe Marcia or Licinia would be willing to make use of me if you're not' "Hold on, now," the blonde interrupted in a quiet but calm voice, holding up her hand. "I didn't say that. All I asked was what you had to offer that a sacred virgin would be willing to compromise her vows for. And that thing makes up for a lot of sacred vows;” She rose slowly, the water cascading down her body. Not surprisingly, as a sacred virgin, her cunt was unshaved, but her wet hairs were rather light and sparse, the same color as her honey hair. "Um, you're eighteen, right?" Mark asked, wondering for a moment. Aemelia gave him a wry look, her hands moving up to her tits. "I am. A little more, in fact. Is that a problem? Am I too old for you to want to fuck me?" "No, I'm perfectly okay with you being eighteen," he assured her. "Kinda counting on it, in fact." "Well, that is good to hear," she said, allowing her hands to fall away from her tits and exposing herself again. She seemed strangely shameless, which was no doubt quite a trick to hide in these environs. "It'd be one thing for me to reject you, but it would be unthinkable for me to be rejected by a mere slave. And if you were indeed intent on someone younger, I would have to summon Lucia or Domi' "Nope, I'm intent on you, if you're willing," Mark said firmly, smiling as she watched his cock swelling slowly. He wasn't getting hard, but he was getting aroused, and it had the desired effect on his potential partner. Aemelia bit her lip as she watched his cock grow. "Normally, I just pleasure myself in the bathing basin, since it is easy to hide," she said as she stepped out of the water and walked over toward the linens he was standing in front of, drawing close to him and smiling rather saucily. "But to be fucked in the bathing basin would create too much noise, I fear. No, base slave, if you intend to have your way with me, it must be quick and dirty, and allow me to conceal any evidence after. You do not want to know what happens to a sacred virgin who has broken her vows of chastity." "I can only imagine," Mark said as he took one of the linens hanging on a peg and knelt down on one knee, beginning to dry her off. She seemed amused by his attentiveness, and put one foot on his thigh, allowing him to continue. "So, what, I should probably fuck you somewhere in here, since it's farthest from the door and least chance to be heard, right?" Aemelia nodded and pointed at the bed. "But you cannot have me on my bed either, slave, as there will be evidence of my activities. No, I fear you will simply have to push me up against a wall and fuck me, like a common whore." "Probably all we have time for," he pointed out, leering as he stood, towering over her and pulling her body to his and beginning to fondle her. She closed her eyes and sighed as he groped her tit and ran his other hand down her back to caress her ass. "Uh, my first man," she whispered, not at all flinching from his touch. If anything, she parted her legs slightly, which she reached down to stroke his hardening cock with one hand. "Not only breaking my vows to my goddess, but the sheer indignity of losing my chastity to a lowly slave;” He could tell she was getting really turned on. His hand found her cunt and he slipped two fingers inside, making Aemelia moan. She was already very wet, and he couldn't find a hymen, so he would have no problem fucking her. "You are feeling around; for my chastity," she breathed, opening her hazel eyes and looking up at him while he fingered her. "It was broken many years ago, while I was riding atop of a horse to a ceremony. It was determined to be an accident, and not a symbol of the goddess' disfavor, so I was permitted to continue serving her. Now, my chaste cunt will serve you, slave. You may fuck me. But first;” She pulled away from him and went over to the far wall, then took hold of a small wooden peg and tapped on the wall three times in a certain rhythm, then three more. She put the peg down and then walked back to him, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You may fuck me against the wall right there, slave;” she whispered breathily, clearly getting eager. She stopped in front of him and waited for something. Then he heard three faint taps in a certain rhythm, which seemed to come from the wall she'd just tapped on. Without any further hesitation, she led him over to the wall she'd indicated and bent forward, exposing her ass to him while steadying herself against the wall. Mark didn't wait, but simply placed his hands on her ass cheeks while standing behind her. He teased his hard cock against her wet twat before sliding the head inside. He felt her stiffen, her back arching, and then she was murmuring to herself. "I am disgraced; I am disgraced;” Mark smiled evilly and pushed deep inside her with one long, slow stroke. Aemelia shuddered and choked, fighting the urge to cry out as he violated her. She hissed as he bottomed out in her, pushing back on her hands to take him in further. She was silent now, just trembling as she felt his cock pinning her to him. Mark then began to stroke back and forth slowly, letting her adjust to the sensation. She was indeed tight, and he was inclined to believe her claim that she was still a virgin, even if she had no hymen. "Bonosus;” she said in a quiet voice somewhere between a gasp and a whisper. She pushed back against him again, starting to grind her ass in circles, reveling in the sensation of a man deep inside her, committing such an extreme blasphemy against Mother Rome. The two were thinking the same thing: Fuck Mother Rome. Mark started moving faster, knowing they didn't have a lot of time. His hips began smacking against her ass, and he watched as his cock glistened, sliding back and forth in her slippery cunt. "Uh, less noise, less noise!" she rasped, waving almost frantically with one hand, her eyes squeezed shut. "Do you want us to both be executed?" Mark kept pumping back and forth strongly, but refrained from slamming against her. He was still more than deep enough to send her into convulsions, though, and the priestess hissed lustily, looking back at him with glazed hazel eyes. "Make me cum," she panted, working herself against him rather inexpertly, but with amazing enthusiasm. "Disgrace my body, my temple, with your cum, slave!" Mark moved faster, and felt her cunt rippling and contracting around him greedily, indicating she was not far off from orgasm. His hands pulled her ass cheeks apart, stretching her and she bit her knuckle and keened. Covered in sweat, her arm flashed out to the side, pointing at the linens hanging next to them. "A linen!" she gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Give me a linen before I scream!" Mark reached out and grabbed one of the long linen swaths off a peg and handed it to Aemelia, who hastily shoved as much as she could into her mouth, right before her body contorted and was wracked by orgasm. She screamed in ecstasy, the linen muffling the otherwise piercing sound magnificently. Her cunt clutched his cock fiendishly, and Mark stifled a loud groan as he began to cum deep inside her. They ground and squirmed against one another heatedly as he filled her with his pearly essence, and he could feel her cum slathering his thighs. Finally, she sagged, leaning against the wall to keep herself up while removing the linen from her mouth so she could breathe heavily. Some moments later, she eased herself forward, off his throbbing cock, gasping as it popped out of her. She turned around, leaning back against the wall and pulled Mark to her, pressing her mouth against his and kissing him deeply. She may have been a virgin, but she certainly knew how to kiss. Then again, if it was just her and a few other young women living here, that was probably to be expected. "This, slave," she whispered breathily, looking up into his eyes while she reached down and massaged his sticky, still oozing cock. "This has now been in the most sacred of cunts, a sacred temple, defiled by your base desires. Do you know what an honor you've had?" "I can guess," Mark replied, using his body to pin her to the wall and pushing back inside her again. Aemelia shuddered and groaned, going up on her toes and clasping him. "You glad I defiled your temple?" "Yes, but we need to get you out of here," she managed to say, gently pushing him back so that he fell out of her. She knelt and kissed his cock while picking up the linen she'd stuffed into her mouth, and cleaned him off with it. She then hurried over to the pegs on another wall and slipped on a simple white robe, tying it shut. She was flushed, but obviously jubilant. She helped him get back into his slave tunic. "Well, I can strike that off my bucket list," Mark mused to himself in English, smirking. "What did you say?" Aemelia asked, looking up at him as she tied the cord around his waist. "Oh, I was just thinking that at least I can count on you to not brag about this," he said somewhat hastily. "Probably not many people you wanna tell." "True, there's really only Licinia and Marcia I would tell, because they are like-minded to myself. I would tell Domitia, since I suspect she has at least as licentious a heart as any of us, but dare not, because she is impulsive, and not prone to subtlety." "No shit;” Mark muttered as she finished helping him dress. "So now what? How do we get me out of here?" "There's a secret passage you can use at the end of this hallway. It'll take you down to the basement level again, and out though a garden. Be vigilant, but you should be safe. Take a sack of supplies out into the streets, so that it looks like you're on an errand. It'll help you avoid scrutiny." She led him through her apartment and opened the door to poke her head out into the hall, looking both ways. She then took his hand and pulled him out, hurrying down to the end of the hall and then pointing at a large plaster lavabo that dominated the wall. He used his fingers to pry it open like a door, which led into a dark stairwell. He was about to step into the stairwell when she took him by the hem of his tunic and pulled him back to her, kissing him deeply and passionately for several seconds before pushing him back through the aperture and then closing the door behind him. Aemelia leaned back against the ornate plaster lavabo and sighed, looking at the ceiling. She laid and hand on her tit, stood up, straightened her robe out, and then walked down the hall, attempting to look dignified. Thankfully, servants and the priestess' minders rarely came to this floor except at designated hours. She stopped in front of the door of the apartment next to hers, which had a plaque that red 'Licinia' and rapped on the door softly. The door opened and she was pulled inside by her wrist. The door had barely closed before she and another, younger priestess were kissing one another feverishly, hands wandering over each other's bodies. "Thank you for letting me watch," Licinia murmured as her tongue tangled with Aemelia's. "I am so jealous that you got to fuck first, even if it was just a slave. But what a cock he had on him." "I know, and it was everything we had hoped it would be, sister," Aemelia breathed, breaking the kiss and pulling her sister-priestess' bedchamber robe off. "If only it could have lasted longer. But for now;” She shed her own robe and leaned back against the wall, tilting her hips forward and using two fingers to spread her thick cuntlips wide. "You need to suck his cum out of my cunt while you can;” Mark's back was getting slightly sore from carting around sacks in order to get places without being stopped and questioned. He humped several cords of wood into the rear entrance of the Trajan Baths, sighing heavily as he dumped them down near other piles meant to heat the pools, and then went in search of Becky and Nanu. He heard them before he saw them, not surprisingly; he followed the telltale noises toward a smaller, more private bath chamber away from the main rooms. He paused in the door of the room, grinning and leaning against the entranceway while he just watched. In the shallow water, Becky and Nanu were sitting facing into one another, legs scissored and pussies pressed together. They panted and moaned as they slithered and ground against each other, resting back on one hand in the cool water, and gripping each other's arms with the second. They strained against one another, backs arching and their behinds out of the water, eyes squeezed shut and teeth clenched. They both keened loudly before the dam broke. Sighing and moaning shamelessly, they squirmed and writhed, bathing each other's cunt in frothy cum. They girl-fucked one another hard, cumming for a long period before finally relaxing and settling into a squishy embrace, tits and pussies pressed together as they kissed lovingly. Mark finally came into the room, noticing that two young attendants were waiting in corners, linens ready. He shed his tunic and stepped down into the shallow pool, joining them. Becky broke the kiss to smile at him lewdly. "Well, hey, handsome," she purred, reaching over to stroke his cock, noticing it was recently used. "What did you get up to while Nanu and I were enjoying ourselves?" He was kneeling next to them, rotating his neck. "Might've used our loop to get revenge on the city for trying to kill me next week," he mentioned. "Found a certain temple, might've fucked a priestess;” Becky shook her head. "I swear, you're terrible at time theory, unless it involves doing something heinous, Mark. You are a menace." "Yeah, but you love it," he pointed out, grinning and reaching into caress one of her tits, his other hand fondling Nanu's. "Admit it." "I admit to nothing, young man," she purred, loving how his hand felt on her while she continued to stroke his cock. "Nanu asked if we could visit her family, see if they're okay. She hasn't seen them for a decade now." "I'm all right with that," Mark answered, shrugging. "We should give 'em money, too, improve their lot in life. Sounds like Egyptian peasants in the Roman era don't have a lot goin' for 'em." Becky smiled slyly. "Now that you mention it;” Akhmim, in a corner of the former Lower Kingdom. It was the time of year where the mighty Iteru was to have overflowed its banks and then receded, leaving the land gloriously fertile, and ready for the people to grow their crops and sell their goods to the merchants in the cities. But this year, the great god Hap'i had withheld his bounty, and the river had barely breached its banks. The land was dry, and crops scarce. People had been bringing muddy water from the edges of the river in buckets in a desperate attempt to fertilize their fields. Kiya sighed glumly as she tilled a shallow trench in the woefully dry soil on their farm. A wind blew across the field, and she was depressed to see that it carried reddish dust with it. She was the youngest remaining child, and she did the least skilled work as a result. She despaired of ever being married, since her parents could not afford to lose her. Years ago, they had sold their youngest daughter, in the hopes of getting enough money to improve the farm, with new tools and maybe some irrigation equipment, but they'd been had, and the materials and tools they'd bought were junk. It had cost them all the money they'd made in selling their child, and now they had less than ever. They barely subsisted even in the bountiful years, and during droughts like this, it could be deadly. Other farms were empty, due to death or abandonment. She stopped for a moment and leaned on the rickety hoe she was using, squeezing her eyes shut and stifling a sob. She missed her little sister. Yes, Nanu had only been a year younger than her, but she'd been a joy in Kiya's young life, and they were very close to one another. Kiya loved little Nanu, and then one day, she was gone. As she opened her eyes and looked out over the dusty field at the long, thin rows of trenches, she wondered if Hap'i was punishing them for selling her little sister. Kiya wouldn't have blamed the god; she remembered being angry too, and she hadn't talked to her parents for days. Her older siblings, especially Aneksi and Joba, her eldest sister and brother, had loudly declared that it was a good thing to do, since it was one less mouth to feed, and Nanu had been useless for chores anyway. She was six years old when we sold her! Kiya thought angrily to herself as she glared at the barren field. What did you think she was going to be able to do? She heard a horn call and looked down at the distant river dully; she could see an ornate boat sailing downstream, being punted by dark-skinned Nubian slaves, the huffer standing at the bow waving for less important ships to move aside. Nobles, she grumbled to herself sourly. Probably on their way to Memphis to eat splendid food, and meet with their Roman friends. Splendid food. She'd almost forgotten what anything other than bread or little bits of fish tasted like. And the drought made even bread scarce, while fish were dangerous to try to catch, because of the hippos and crocodiles that crowded the river. In years like this, the crocodile demons were especially aggressive. Movement caught her eye, and she saw a palanquin coming up the banks on the small, dusty road. It wasn't even a road, really, so much as a failed ditch that had been meant for irrigation of the nearby farms. Slaves carried the palanquin on their shoulders, and diaphanous curtains concealed who sat within. A tall, light-skinned slave walking with a tall stick led the way. Just behind him came a woman riding a mule, a cloak wrapped around her upper body to protect her from the dusty wind. They seemed to be coming this way. Why are they headed this way? Kiya wondered with a frown. What could they possibly want here in dusty little Akhmim? She stood up and began walking toward the palanquin as it drew closer, her hoe held casually in her right hand: unthreatening, but ready in case their intentions were malign. She could see now that the male slave leading the way was rugged and handsome, with brown hair and deep eyes. Behind him, she woman on the horse, whom she assumed was still a slave, seemed rather pretty beneath her swathes of dark grey linen and fabrics. Were her eyes; blue? She glanced over at her ramshackle house that she, her siblings, her parents and grandparents lived in. No one else seemed to have noticed yet, or were too far away to see. Clearly this would be up to Kiya for now. So how should she react? She played it safe and got down on both knees, bowing her head and looking at the reddish-brown ground beneath her. It was hot on her knees. She hoped this wouldn't take long, for she had to get back to the trenches, so that the other could pour their meagre water and begin to plant seeds. Kiya waited quietly. "I always did like seeing you on your knees, Ki;” she heard a sweet, girly voice say. Her head flicked up and she looked at the source of the voice; she could see a beautiful face leaning out between the curtains of the palanquin and smirking at her. Kiya's eyes widened and her jaw opened as the young woman slid down out of the palanquin and began walking toward her. She was wearing shimmering white clothes that hugged her lovely figure, and her hazel eyes danced in excitement. She was wearing gleaming gold jewelry, adorned with lapis and other gems. She was radiant, like a goddess. "N; Nanu?" Kiya asked in a tiny, incredulous voice. The vision of her long-lost sister nodded, still smiling. "NANU!!!" shrieked the older girl, dropping the hoe and launching herself forward into a crushing hug with her sister. She'd burst into tears by the time she reached Nanu, and the younger sister was crying as well while they embraced. Mark and Becky looked on, smiling as the sisters were reunited, crying together. True, Nanu's sister (the one named Kiya, they assumed) was getting dust all over Nanu's immaculate clothing, but it didn't matter. There were plenty of new outfits for her anyway. Kiya began planting tear-wet kisses all over Nanu's face, almost as if they were a method of making sure she was real. The weeping Nanu returned the kisses. Mark's head began tilting slowly on an angle as he watched, because the kisses were becoming slower, and seemingly more meaningful and; affectionate. "Well, now;” Becky said as she watched intently. "Hello, ancient Egypt." Nanu and Kiya were now absorbed in a very deep kiss, holding one another tight. Mark could see their tongues rolling around the insides of their cheeks. The whimpers of crying had given way to muffled moans while their hands wandered up each other's backs and came to rest on their ass cheeks. Still they kissed one another almost hungrily. Mark leaned in closer to Becky and whispered to her. "I get the feeling they really missed each other." The sisters finally broke the kiss, more for needing oxygen than any other consideration. They pressed their foreheads together, panting heavily as they stared into one another's eyes. Their lips were still glistening from the kiss they'd shared. Nearly a minute had passed before Kiya pulled her head back and looked at her little sister in renewed wonderment. "Nanu;” she managed to say. "How; what are you;” "Do you like it?" chimed Nanu, stepping back just far enough to do a twirl and display her raiment. The gold she wore on her neck, arms and ankles tinkled almost musically. "I have lots more." "We; mom and dad sold you;” Kiya said, still gaping. "They; they sold you as a slave. What miracle of the gods is this?" "Oh, the best kind," the younger girl quipped, giggling. "But I don't wanna explain this ten times, so why don't you get everyone over here? I'll have my slaves set up a shelter for us all to sit under." Kiya will still bordering on confused, but she nodded and turned to race back toward the hut, calling out loudly for people. Nanu watched her for a few moments before turning to look at Mark and Becky and smiling. "You two sure missed each other," Mark observed, grinning, while Becky fanned herself. Nanu gave Mark a snarky look and stuck out her tongue. "We were best friends, Kiya and I, we only had each other, really. And then I was gone for ten years. Is it really so surprising that we can pick up where we left off?" "Nah, just some culture shock is all," Mark chuckled as he laid down the packs he was carrying and then began unslinging others from the side of the mule Becky sat on, and the palanquin. "Shall I set up the shelter, your majesty?" Nanu giggled. "I could get used to that. Please!" The porters placed the palanquin on the ground, and began helping Mark set up the shelter. Along with their pay, they'd been promised good food and wine, so they were more than willing to put in great effort. Mere minutes had passed before a shelter was set up on sturdy poles, with curtains that could be fastened to the sides to keep out the dust and wind. Nanu crawled back inside the palanquin while Becky waited just outside. Before long, a group of people was approaching, being led by an eager Kiya. She kept badgering everyone to hurry up, and several seemed more than a little annoyed at her harrying them. They were of various ages, and all dressed similarly to Kiya, in the common wear of Egypt's teeming peasantry. Becky glanced subtly to the side, to look at Nanu. The young Egyptian woman was staring at the approaching throng, her eyes glassy, and she bit her lip to keep from crying. She didn't want to be crying when her family saw her again. Becky drew the curtains closed to give her some time to compose herself. She then stood and waited patiently while everyone approached. They were a rough lot, clearly hardened by a life of toil on one of the endless farms that lined the Nile. There were young men and women, some children who belonged to what she assumed were couples, and some elders laboring to bring up the rear. The crowd stopped near the shelter, and looked at the visitors silently. Becky nodded to them all said then spoke in a clear voice. "Do any of you speak the tongue of Rome?" Silence and blank stares greeted her. Unimpressed, she turned and called back. "Mark, none of them speak Latin, I need you." "Not the last time I'll ever hear you say that," he chuckled as he joined her. She gave him a sour look and swatted his arm. He ignored the assault and called out to everyone. "Has Kiya told you what we're doing here?" Many of the people shook their heads, but still didn't say anything. Mark gave Becky a sidelong glance, and the blonde woman went back to the palanquin, knelt, and pulled aside the curtain. She helped an elegant woman in white out of the vehicle, and she walked forward, holding a gauzy white veil over her head to conceal her features. She approached the group, and an older man finally pushed to the front and addressed her humbly. "How can this humble family serve you, mistress?" he asked. Nanu now pulled the veil over her head, letting them take a good look at her. Kiya looked like she was almost ready to burst. Several faces remained blank for quite some time, but others began to express shock as recognition set in. "Nanu?" asked the man in a quavering voice. "Yeah, it's me, dad," she said, her eyes shining again. "I'm home for a visit." "NANU!" an older woman blurted as she forced her way through the crowd and dashed forward. Nanu quit trying not to cry as she embraced her mother for the first time in more than a decade. Becky pressed her fingers to her lips as she watched and tried not to tear up. Mark just grinned. "Mommy," Nanu choked as she held the other woman tight. "I've missed you so much!" "How is this possible?" her father asked, sinking to his knees. "We; I had to sell you, to those Romans, in order to make enough money to' "The Flavians in Clysma, yes," Nanu affirmed, looking over her mother's shoulder and nodding while the elder woman wept. "And they sent me to Rome, once they discovered I could dance." "You always were a good little dancer!" Kiya gushed, almost bouncing up and down on the spot. Many of the other members of the family were drawing closer now, still gazing in wonder. Her father seemed to be going pale and trembling, though. "Are; are you sent back as a glorious spirit, to punish me for selling my beautiful daughter? Have mercy on me, I' "Dad, stop being so dramatic," Nanu almost complained as she let go of her mother and walked toward him. She hauled him to his feet and placed her tiny hands in his, letting him feel them. "See? I'm still flesh and blood, not a stupid spirit. I'm not a Flavian slave anymore, either. I'm wealthy and I have my own slaves." They all looked at Mark and Becky now. Becky pulled down the fabric around her head, and many of them gasped as her golden blonde hair and sea-blue eyes came into full view. They'd never seen anyone like her before. These were Nanu's slaves? Her father shook his head slowly. "I still do not understand. How did this happen?" "Who cares?" someone groused from the back of the crowd in a gruff, male voice. Nanu knew it right away, and looked up sourly. The crowd parted to let the speaker come forward. It was her eldest brother, Bata, and he was the second eldest of the siblings after Meritites, Nanu's big sister. He'd always been something of a bully toward her. More than something, actually. Nanu and Kiya both had unpleasant memories of the older boy. "We sold you for money, and what good did it do us?" the young man sneered, moving forward now. Nanu took half a step back, clearly intimidated. "The tools we bought were shit, and we're struggling harder than ever. You can't even be sold without fucking things up for your fa' Mark had lunged in and slammed his fist across Bata's jaw, sending him spinning to the ground. Everyone except Becky gasped, and one sister cried out in fright. Mark stood over the downed boy, glowering at him. Bata was holding his jaw, his eyes wide in shock. He could taste blood. "Got anything else to say about my mistress, shitbag?" Mark challenged. Bata glared at Mark before his gaze flicked over to the axe he'd dropped when he got punched. "Oh, please try that, I dare you,", Mark growled, unmoved by the perceived threat. "I'll shove that axe handle so far up your ass that you'll have splinters in your tongue for a month." Bata looked away, unable to endure Mark's glare. The younger man stepped back and let Nanu's brother get to his feet. Bata grabbed a woman by the wrist and stomped off, dragging her behind. Several of Nanu's siblings sighed and were visibly relieved. Mark then stepped back and let Nanu take over again. The Egyptian girl, still a little rattled, took a deep breath, composing herself. She then spoke to her family again. "I'm sorry. I thought I'd never see you again. I thought I'd die, far from home, never to return. I; I want to make sure that mom and dad never have to do anything like that again for our family's survival." Nanu brought her mother back to the family and helped her father stand. They were murmuring to one another and hugged, while people began crying. Several men and women watched on, some passively, some with curiosity. Mark assumed these were spouses who had married into the family since Nanu's departure some ten years ago. Nanu was hugging her oldest sister, Meritites, and sharing kisses with her, although not quite as affectionate as those she'd shared with Kiya. She then hugged and kissed her other siblings; Djoser, Ameny, Khafra, Nefer, Tiaa, Horemheb, Jobra, Anpu, and Senet. Jeebus, Becky thought, trying not to frown as she looked at the mother, whose name was apparently Pypuy. Twelve kids? How did her uterus not just fall right out? Nanu's father, Akhom, still seemed overwhelmed, but maybe that was understandable. He had, after all, clearly made an agonizing decision and it seemed to be revisiting him, even if the circumstances were joyous for everyone else. Nanu had explained to Mark and Becky that selling children into slavery in order for a poor family to survive was not uncommon in Egypt, but clearly it was still painful for all involved. Finally, the greetings ended, and Nanu, with her eyes still glistening, smiled at her family. "Let's eat, I brought lots of food." The shelter Mark and the slaves had erected was large enough to conceal everyone from the sun. They ate bread, figs, fish, and wine. Kiya excused herself and ran back to the house. Even Nanu's father seemed to have adjusted and was now enjoying himself. More than anything, though, there were endless questions. "I got lucky," Nanu said simply. "I know it seems impossible, but look at me. What more proof do you need? I am wealthy now, and not a slave. I came home to let you know, and also to give you money, so that you no longer need to struggle. You will live very comfortably. You could probably even retire from the farm and move into a town or city if you wanted to." "You're not coming with us?" her sister Tiaa asked, looking rather upset. "We just got you back, and you've been gone so long." Nanu looked down at the ground, going silent, wondering what to say. She felt very torn. Here she was, back with the family she'd missed her entire life, and giving them money, but beyond that, she had nothing to back it up; Mistress Aurora and Bonosus, or whatever their real names happened to be, were not her slaves. She had no talents that made her a patrician. She could barely read. She'd come here, so secure in her plan to see her family, alleviate any suffering they were enduring, and then go off on this grand adventure with her new beloved associates. They'd even told her she might be able to see her family again. But now, in this dingy but so comforting environment. She looked up and saw Kiya approaching again, carrying something in her arms. Everyone let her through, and she knelt next to Nanu, smiling. Nanu's eyes went wide. Kiya gently passed her the baby. It couldn't have been more than a year old. "Her name is Nanu," Kiya said softly, her brown eyes shining. "Named after the little sister I thought I'd lost forever." Nanu looked up and her eyes were glassy with wonder. "Who is her father?" Kiya smiled sadly. "The river took him earlier this year, during Akhet. I'm sorry you never met him." "She's beautiful," Nanu murmured, caressing the tiny cheek with her thumb, and feeling her heart thrum in her chest. "So beautiful." "There's all the time in the world now, for you to raise her and love her," her sister said, putting a hand on Nanu's arm. "I know you'll love her as much as I do. We can raise her together, just like we always talked about when we were younger. And I; what's wrong, Nanu?" Tears were now streaming down the younger girl's face as she tried to keep from bursting out crying. Becky found herself trying not to cry as well, even if she didn't understand the language. "I'm; I'm sorry, Kiya," she managed to say, while her sister's eyes teared up, knowing what was coming. "I can't stay, I now have a different life I must get back to. And it's not here in Akhmim, or even Keme itself." "I understand," Kiya rasped, her eyes red as she tried to hold it together. She loved Nanu so much. "Can't take us with you?" "No, I can't," Nanu said sadly, shaking her head slowly as she squeezed her eyes shut, crystalline tears falling onto the linen the baby in her arms was wrapped in. "I don't know how that would work." "Will we ever see you again?" her sister Ameny almost pleaded. "I want to say yes," Nanu replied, her eyes still closed. "But even visiting now was very difficult to arrange. But I promise you, I will try. And if I ever find a way to take you all away from here, then I will. And we'll all live in splendor together forever." Most of the girls were crying at this point, and even a few of her brothers were sniffling. Her mother and father just knelt quietly, looking very forlorn and lost. Nanu handed the baby back to Kiya and hugged her parents tight. "But even if I can't be here, I'm still looking after you, like I promised," she said in an earnest tone. She glanced over at Mark, who nodded and rose, using two of the porters to unfasten sacks from the mule and also the palanquin. When he brought them over, he laid them in front of Nanu, who opened them to display the contents. Her family members gaped in awe. More gold coins than they could have imagined glittered within. "You'll need to be quiet for some time about where it all came from, and not just spread it around, but this'll give even my niece's great-grandchildren a very comfy life if you're not stupid with it," she announced, running her hands through the coinage so they could hear the sound of it. "Like I said, you could become the wealthiest farmers in the region, or become traders in a nearby city. As long as you look after one another, always. Even Bata." "Don't worry about Bata, sis," grunted the second eldest brother, Anpu, looking at Meritites and smiling. She reached over and squeezed his hand. "We'll make Bata behave." "I know," sniffled Nanu, smiling and wiping at her eye. She'd always liked her big brother Anpu. He wasn't a jerk like Bata. "Just protect my sisters, Anpu, and my niece." He nodded, looking proud, since she'd assigned him this task. "Do you really need to leave already, Tahemet?" Djoser asked, calling Nanu by her childhood nickname of 'Queenie'. When they'd all been younger, Nanu, as the youngest, usually got the short end of the stick about everything. So she made up for it by having an active pretend life, where she was a queen, regal and worshipped by all. Meri, the eldest, had given her the nickname, but not in a mocking way, even if Bata used it as such. Nanu considered. Mark turned around and whispered to the porters. "Stay with us another night, and we'll triple your pay and give you all the remaining food." The men nodded readily. Nanu wanted to ask Mark and Becky, but they were supposed to be her slaves for this visit, so she couldn't be asking them. The decision was hers. She opened her eyes and smiled. "I'll stay until tomorrow." Everyone seemed relieved at her proclamation, and they continued eating and drinking merrily. Becky had to admit, they were taking this all in good stride. Then again, when all your deities had bird or reptile heads, there probably wasn't a lot you couldn't take on faith anyway. Mark now conversed with the family (with Nanu's permission), about how Nanu had come into wealth and escaped slavery, not to mention acquiring two exceptional specimens such as himself and Becky for slaves. Mark did something he was becoming distressingly good at and lied. It saved Nanu the hassle, which was just as well, since she spent much of her time holding Kiya's baby and talking quietly with her sister. Clearly they'd been attached at the hip when they were younger, and there was much about one another they were keen to rediscover. Watching them subtly touch each other and hold hands, thumbs gently caressing, brought a smile to Becky's face. She resolved to make sure Nanu got to see her family again. The day had worn on, and Nanu had to remind everyone repeatedly that there was no immediate need to get back to toiling over the barren landscape, since she had come with plenty of money. Evening was upon them, and the family began returning to the dwelling that served as their home. Mark added treated skins around the shelter, converting it into a tent, while Nanu begged Kiya to stay with her for the night, to which the older sister agreed readily. Last of all, she hugged her father and mother, promising to see them in the morning. They took little Nanu with them, leaving Mark, Becky, Nanu, and Kiya alone in the tent. The porters had returned to the boat and would sleep there. Once the flaps were all fastened shut, Nanu and Kiya had almost attacked one another, kissing feverishly, and tearing one another's clothes off. Alex smiled and watched while they took their own clothes off. They lay on a blanket together on their sides, with Mark spooning her. He caressed and fondled her gently while she squirmed her ass back against him and they watched the sisters, small sturdy covered lamps in the corners providing dim illumination. Naked and wrapped up in a tangle of writhing limbs, Nanu and Kiya were continuing to kiss hungrily, moaning the entire time. Hands wandered over forms they hadn't touched in over ten years, and those had probably changed considerably in the interim. They murmured and whispered to one another through the kissing, words Mark didn't try all that hard to make out. Let them have their fun. "Umm, there you are," Becky purred as she felt Mark get nice and hard while watching the show. She reached behind herself and took hold of his hard cock, guiding it to her cunt. She teased it up and down the slippery nether lips before letting Mark press home, and sinking deep inside her. They both moaned with relief at the coupling. Mark kissed Becky's neck and fondled her opulent tits as he began pushing his cock in and out of her slowly. They slowly made love while watching the sisters just to their side rediscover one another, after over a decade apart. Becky smiled as Nanu kissed Kiya deeply, expressing her innermost longings and desires. The younger sister lay on top of the older one, holding one another tight and kissing, their nubile bodies squirming together. "I love watching family reunions," Becky sighed quietly as she flexed her fingers on Mark's hip while he slid in and out of her, still massaging her opulent tits. "Look at them, Mark, they're so in love, and so happy to see one another." "It's certainly a feel good moment," he agreed, loving how she flexed her cunt muscles around him as he pushed him himself back and forth. "Mind you, just about everything involving you is, I find." Becky smiled and reached up to caress his cheek before turning her face to kiss him. While they were engaged in a tongue-lock, Nanu began kissing and nibbling her way slowly down Kiya's soft, responsive body, thrilling to hear the murmurs and whimpers of her sister again. She kissed her tan tits, swirling her tongue around the hard brown nipple, before biting and tugging on it, then giggling. "You can't imagine how long I've yearned to see you with tits, Ki," she said quietly, smirking up at the older girl. "They're everything I've ever hoped for and dreamed of." "Just wait until you see my cunt, then," Kiya replied, shivering beneath her sister's kisses. How she'd missed them! "And let me see if yours has become everything I've ever dreamed of." Nanu nodded and then wiggled around until her hips were over Kiya's face. In the dim light, the older sister could see the tempting twat, glistening with arousal and shaved curiously smooth. It must have been how they did things in distant Rome, of which her little sister was now apparently queen or some such thing. Without a moment's hesitation, she craned her head up and began kissing, sending shudders through Nanu and making her moan. The sisters kissed and lapped at one another, lovers reunited after agonizing years apart. They fell into it naturally, remembering what the other loved and craved, even if their bodies had changed in the interim. Nanu sighed in bliss at the taste of her sister, cloying and sweet on her tongue. She felt Kiya go rigid as one of her fingers slipped inside her twat. They rolled slowly onto their sides, legs locked around each other's head as they sucked on one another's cunt hungrily, lost in mutual pleasure. Mark and Becky kept watching, undulating and squirming as quietly as they could, letting the sisters rediscover their lost love. Nanu and Kiya were moaning into one another's pussies now, little gasps escaping them. They could see Nanu's ass cheeks clenching and pushing forward against her sister's face, even while Kiya slithered her tongue around inside her. They were both trembling and sweating now, bodies shining in the dim, flickering orange light inside the tent. "Ooh, here we go," Becky whispered, her hand reaching back to rest on Mark's neck and help keep her braced against him. "Let's see how long this has been pent up;” Both sisters were shaking now, but still lapping and sucking on each other relentlessly, squeaking and whimpering as they tried to hold out. But their lust would not be denied, and they both keened and strained, finally cumming. Mark and Becky watched in fascinated delight as Nanu bathed her sister's face in her glistening cum, and heard her moaning as Kiya reciprocated. Becky shivered and pressed her ass back against Mark, hard, sighing as she began to cum as well. Mark pressed forward with his hips, pushing his cock as far inside her as he could, pumping his cum deep into her greedy cunt. They squirmed and ground against each other, with Mark biting Becky's neck and her fingers running through his hair. "Umm, Mark;” she cooed, nuzzling against him, loving the feel of his molten cum inside her. "You have no idea how good this feels." "If it's one tenth as good as that, then pretty damn incredible," Mark said, nodding at Nanu and Kiya, who were still kissing one another's pussies, murmuring quietly and caressing. Nanu disengaged her mouth from Kiya's snatch and turned around again, lying on top of her sister as they began kissing again, tasting themselves on each other's lips. Kiya moved her right leg and Nanu her left, shifting around until their gooey pussies were squashed together, which they both obviously found immensely comforting. They ended their kiss, and Nanu looked over at Mark and Becky dreamily, her face shining with cum. "I would like to let Kiya taste you both;” Mark and Becky nodded, remembering that they were still pretending Nanu was noble and they were mere slaves. Mark slowly pulled his cock out of Becky and rolled onto his back. He pulled his teacher on top of him, facing up, with his cock poking up between her legs. The sisters crawled over, with Kiya looking rather hesitant, but trusting her little sister. She gazed at Mark's erect cock and Becky's twat in wonder. "He's huge," she breathed, unconsciously licking her lips. "You're lucky to have such a big cock at your disposal whenever you like, Nanu." "Don't I know it," giggled the younger sister, taking hold of Mark's tool and holding it up for Kiya, while she began kissing Becky's cunt, shivering as she tasted Mark's cum dribbling out of her mistress. "You'll love the taste of this cunt, too." Kiya began experimenting with kissing Mark's cock, which was glistening with his and Becky's mingled cum. The Egyptian girl seemed intimidated by its size initially, but remembered that Nanu clearly loved it, so there must be nothing to fear. Her hand joined Nanu's around the base of the shaft and soon she was sliding her tongue up and down his length, much like Nanu was doing to Becky's sweet twat. The sisters paused to kiss, tongues tangling as they shared the cum they'd both lapped up, humming contentedly into one another's mouth. To watch them, Mark would have sworn they'd done this before. They both stroked his shaft, while Nanu caressed Becky's cunt. The two girls pressed their foreheads together, giggling at some secret between them. Nanu looked at Becky and Mark warmly. "We should sleep, my family will not leave us alone for long. And I want my sister to try fucking you both before we must leave." "I do not want you to go," Kiya sighed. "I just got you back, Tahamet, it breaks my heart that you intend to leave again. Couldn't; couldn't you and your servants stay with us? You could even lead our family, since you are the one with the wealth. We could live wherever we wanted. I wanted to raise my daughter with you, my other half, missing for so long." Nanu's eyes glistened as she looked over at Mark and Becky. The blonde woman smiled lovingly. "Nanu," she said gently in Latin, which Kiya didn't speak. "This is your decision. If you want to stay with your sister and your family, Mark and I will understand. We'll leave the money with you, and even come and visit you when we can." The tear on her cheek was proof of how torn the young woman was by this decision. And it was one she had to make alone, possibly for the first time in her entire life. It had to be terrible for her. Finally, she hung her head for several moments, and when she looked back up, she was smiling. "Ki, I must go back to my life,", she sighed, her mind made up. "Trust me, I really want to stay, or to take you with me, especially you and little Nanu, but it must be this way. I can promise to visit, and that will have to do." "I understand," the older sister choked, nodding as her eyes welled over with tears. "I do. It's just hard. I'm so glad that you're alive and happy. It means so much to me. If the price is sending you away again, I can endure it. For you. For us. You know how in love with you I am." "Same as I am with you," Nanu said, her voice cracking and tears flowing. "Just remember that I'll keep my promise and visit whenever I can." The sisters grappled onto one another and began kissing feverishly, lying on their sides while their hands wandered freely. Mark chuckled and allowed Becky to clamber off him. She went to lie on the far side, spooning into Nanu and making sure she stayed pressed to her sister. Mark, meanwhile, spooned into Kiya, holding her in place against Nanu, while the two girls continued kissing and whimpering into one another's mouths. The two time travelers reached across and rested a hand on each other, smiling and relaxing, waiting for the Egyptian girls to nod off, their lips still pressed together in a forever-kiss. It was a long-overdue night of safety and contentment for the two. It was just dawn now, and Kiya looked like she was going into convulsions as she rocked up and down on top of Mark's cock. It was far the largest she'd ever had inside her, and it felt like it was splitting her open, like a wedge split wood. She could feel crackling and popping in her hips. How did Nanu, who was even smaller than her, endure it? Becky was kneeling right behind Kiya over Mark's thighs, pressed into the smaller girl and smiling wickedly while she molested her tits. Meanwhile, Nanu was kneeling over Mark's mouth, letting him lash her cunt with his tongue, while she faced into her older sister, loving the look on Kiya's face as she was almost fucked in half. Kiya squirmed and writhed, gasping like she was being choked, her eyes rolling up into her head. It wasn't long before her cunt clenched Mark ferociously, and Nanu had to lean forward and kiss her sister before Kiya shrieked in unreal ecstasy and woke up the entire family over and over, three hundred meh-ta away. Mark ground into Nanu's cunt as he arched his hips, pushing up somehow deeper inside Kiya and then cumming, filling her so profusely that she was once again shaking like she was having a seizure. The squishy noises of his cum bubbling out of her filled the tiny tent. Nanu shivered and came on his mouth seconds later. Becky hauled the nearly unconscious Kiya off of Mark's pole, while Nanu leaned down and sucked it clean quickly. She then moved forward quickly to lie between her sister's legs, sucking Mark's cum out of her cunt with a fiendish eagerness. Becky crawled over to join Mark and they watched the sisters quietly. Nanu finished draining Kiya of cum, finally, and crawled over her, nestling down onto her body. Not surprisingly, they were kissing again. "Jeez, you ever seen too people more in love?" he mused, smirking as he lazily caressed her tits while she sat in front of him. "I ain't complaining about the show," Becky replied, nodding and grazing her fingernails along his forearm. "She must really believe in our promise to her if she's willing to leave her sister and niece behind to come with us. I feel slightly bad about it." Mark shrugged. "She wouldn't have even had this choice without us, Becks," he pointed out. "Clearly our offer means a lot to her. 'sides, she knows she can always visit them now, just like we promised. And if the Holmes Field Device won't bring her forward, we can leave her here with them, right?" "I guess that's true," Becky agreed, nodding and just watching. "What is that language they speak to one another when they don't want anyone to understand them?" Kiya asked in a whisper, looking just past her sister's shoulder at Mark and Becky suspiciously. "I don't even know," Nanu confessed. "I've never heard it before. Anywhere." Kiya gazed up into her younger sister's eyes, giving her a skeptical look. "They're not your slaves, are they? There's no damn way two people as magnificent as that are slaves to anybody, forget a dopey little slut of a girl from Akhmim." Nanu sighed. "Fine, you got me," she whispered, pretending to kiss her sister's ear, while Kiya squirmed and held her close. They made a show of grinding their pussies together, giving Mark and Becky something to look at. "They're not my slaves. I was hers, for a little bit. But what they really are is adventurers, from very far away. And they're taking me with them, to share their adventures. Not as a slave, but as one of them." Kiya assessed what her sister was saying for some time, trying to parse it out. It sounded absurd, but then, so was Nanu

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Game 18 arrives with the Toronto Maple Leafs facing the LA Kings in one of the strangest and most pressure-filled moments of the Matthews–Nylander–Tavares era. Coming off three straight losses, major lineup uncertainty, and confirmation that Auston Matthews is out, tonight's home matchup raises critical questions about identity, direction, and whether Brad Treliving is nearing a breaking point. We dig into the full lineup, the roster decisions frustrating the fanbase, the elevated roles for players like Robertson, Domi, and McMahon, and why the Kings' elite road resume makes this a brutal test. From the third-line debate around Joshua, Roy, and Maccelli to broader conversations about what this team actually is, this episode examines whether the Leafs can find stability—or whether this is the final warning shot for the front office. Plus, full pre-game analysis, lineup breakdowns, and everything you need before puck drop at Scotiabank Arena.#LeafsForever #LeafsNation #TorontoMapleLeafs #NHL #Hockey #GoLeafsGo #LeafsVsKings #TMLTalk #DailyFaceoff #TorontoSports #GamePreviewSHOUTOUT TO OUR SPONSORS!!

The Toronto Maple Leafs look to bounce back tonight in Boston after a rough weekend that exposed some deep defensive issues — and Craig Berube isn't mincing words about it. Zack Phillips breaks down what's gone wrong with the Leafs' structure, the costly turnovers, and whether this matchup against the Bruins can finally show fans who this team really is. He dives into the new forward lines featuring Nic Robertson skating with Auston Matthews and Matthew Knies, how William Nylander's move back to the second line could ignite him, and why Bobby McMann's toughness has quietly changed the team's energy. Zack also touches on key defensive concerns, possible call-ups from the Marlies, and the one major angle he's targeting for tonight's best bet — presented by bet365. Tune in for full analysis, sharp insight, and what to watch for when the puck drops in Boston.#LeafsForever #TorontoMapleLeafs #LeafsNation #TLNAfterDark #NHL #Hockey #AustonMatthews #WilliamNylander #NicRobertson #BobbyMcMann #CraigBerube #BostonBruinsChapters:0:00 Leafs vs. Bruins bounce-back setup1:20 Berube challenges the Leafs' defensive effort2:15 Updated line combinations and Nic Robertson's rise5:10 Nylander's impact and second-line balance8:20 Bobby McMann brings grit back to Toronto10:10 Matias Maccelli's inconsistency examined12:10 Domi returns to center — good or bad?15:10 Defensive struggles and possible Marlies replacements18:40 Swayman vs. Stolarz goaltending matchup19:10 bet365 segment — Zack's approach to tonight's best bet25:50 Game preview wrap-up & show plugSHOUTOUT TO OUR SPONSORS!!

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Game 14 arrives as the Toronto Maple Leafs host the Utah Mammoth after one of the wildest Jekyll-and-Hyde performances of the season against Pittsburgh. Zack Phillips breaks down which version of this team shows up tonight at Scotiabank Arena, dives into the full projected lineup, and reacts to major news including William Nylander jumping onto the top line, Nic Robertson forcing his way into the top-six picture, and Scott Laughton making his long-awaited season debut. Zack also analyzes the third-line construction with Micelli, the fourth-line identity shift, defensive pairings staying intact, and why Anthony Stolarz gets the nod again. Plus: a blunt look at Toronto's struggling power play, how Berube is managing minutes ahead of Joseph Woll's return, and tonight's Best Bet—a long-shot Scott Laughton anytime goal at +900. Presented by bet365.Chapters:00:00 Intro – Leafs return home for Game 14 00:42 Jekyll-and-Hyde performance vs Penguins01:18 Tonight's lineup overview + major changes01:37 Why Nylander starts on Line 102:10 Waves of attack vs stacking the top line02:59 Dominant third period vs Pittsburgh03:27 Line 2 breakdown: Robertson–Tavares–McMahon04:23 What Robertson must prove nightly05:04 Why this second line “works” for now05:50 On Micelli's pass-first style06:27 Line 3 thoughts: where Micelli fits07:12 Third-line identity + potential Domi move07:57 Line 4: Scott Laughton returns08:29 What Laughton brings to the Leafs' bottom six09:27 More lineup flexibility + Cowan option10:19 Why Micelli stays in vs former team Utah10:37 Defensive pairings unchanged11:01 Anthony Stolarz starts + Woll injury context12:19 Power play overhaul — Ekman-Larsson to PP113:15 Leafs sitting 30th in PP% — why it's unacceptable14:39 What must change on the man-advantage14:56 Best Bet presented by bet36515:21 Season betting record update (+$350)16:30 Tonight's lines & odds breakdown16:57 Why Scott Laughton anytime goal (+900) is the play17:46 Laughton's return narrative18:11 Final thoughts + what's coming up on the channel18:41 Programming notes + Leafs Station After Dark preview#LeafsForever #LeafsNation #GoLeafsGo #NHL #TorontoMapleLeafs #UtahMammoth #TLNAfterDark #LeafsStation #Bet365 #NHLHighlights #HockeySHOUTOUT TO OUR SPONSORS!!

Vissza a gyökerekhez 9x10 (67 perc)Résztvevők: Koniorczyk Boglárka, Perlai Bálint, Béres AttilaTémáink voltak:3:30 Egy Ligakupa-meccs testközelből. Bizonytalan Milos. A Szoboszlai-hatás Liverpoolban.13:47 Legyőztük az Aston Villát. Bogi: Robbóval teljesen más a csapatdinamika.22:53 Nagyszerű fluid középpálya.27:35 Hol kéne Flónak játszania?36:17 Macca mindent kibír. Cody játéka frusztráló?39:45 Presszingelő statok, javuló tendenciák. Szalah presszingje nagyszerű, önmagához képest. Csak heti egy meccsen kéne játszania?49:08 Domi viszi a show-t. Bradley nem fog bírni háromszor 90 percet.53:57 Real-meccsfelvezető. Mit várhatunk Trenttől?Patreon-oldalunkon, ahol feliratkozhatsz a hírlevélre, és elérheted a Hátország podcast felvételeit: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.patreon.com/poolbaratok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook-oldalunk: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.facebook.com/poolbaratokpodcast

On Episode 593 of Spittin' Chiclets, Biz hits Dallas for a Pink Whitney meet-and-greet this week before Stars–Ducks, fresh off a wild weekend with Tom Green and a heartbreaking Game 7 World Series loss. Yes, Biz was there. Leafs are starting to spiral, (29th-ranked PP, Domi's cold, Easton Cowen's first goal, Tanev stretchered off), while the Penguins are humming and Trevor Zegras is suddenly a wagon in Philly. Blue Jackets are buzzing, Bolts have won five straight, and St. Louis might be heading for a fire sale with Kyrou rumors heating up. Markstrom inks an extension in Jersey, Kiefer Sherwood keeps filling the net, and the Gargoyles finally notch a Win. Later on, Logan Cooley joins the pod to talk his new deal, having a hot start, and life in Utah. Ryan Reaves pops in to surprise the boys with some ultimate chirps. The third episode of the Internet Invitation drops today and Luke Kwon released an Apology to Whit. Tons of Hockey talk on this week's episode coming to you LIVE. Tune in 2x each week Monday and Fridays with Gamenotes LIVE on Wednesdays. You won't want to miss it. Support the Show: PINK WHITNEY: Take Your Shot with Pink Whitney GAMETIME: Download the Gametime app today and use code CHICLETS for $20 off your first purchase BETTERHELP: Get 10% off your first month at https://BetterHelp.com/CHICLETS RHOBACK: Use code CHICLETS on https://rhoback.com for a generous 20% off your first purchase through the end of this week  BODYARMOR: Get your BODYARMOR today at Walmart or a local grocery store near you! https://www.walmart.com/brand/bodyarmor/bodyarmor-sports-drinks-and-zero-sugar-sports-drinks/10009696 DRAFTKINGS: GAMBLING PROBLEM? CALL 1-800-GAMBLER, (800) 327-5050 or visit gamblinghelplinema.org (MA). Call 877-8-HOPENY/text HOPENY (467369) (NY). Please Gamble Responsibly. 888-789-7777/visit ccpg.org (CT), or visit www.mdgamblinghelp.org (MD).  21+ and present in most states. (18+ DC/KY/NH/WY). Void in NH/OR/ONT. Eligibility restrictions apply. Terms: draftkings.com/sportsbook. On behalf of Boot Hill Casino & Resort (KS). Fees may apply in IL. 1 per new customer. Must register new account to receive reward Token. Must select Token BEFORE placing min. $5 bet to receive $300 in Bonus Bets if your bet wins. Min. -500 odds req. Token and Bonus Bets are single-use and non-withdrawable. Token expires 11/23/25. Bonus Bets expire in 7 days (168 hours). Stake removed from payout. Terms: sportsbook.draftkings.com/promos. Ends 11/16/25 at 11:59 PM ET. Sponsored by DK.You can find every episode of this show on Apple Podcasts, Spotify or YouTube. Prime Members can listen ad-free on Amazon Music. For more, visit barstool.link/schiclets

A Szoboszlai-sztori 9x09 (53 perc)Résztvevők: Kovács Attila „Kokó (Főnix Gold), Béres AttilaTémáink voltak:0:00 Hét meccs, hat vereség. Van edzőkérdés Liverpoolban?4:24 Domi eddig a szezon legjobbja.8:30 A Szoboszlai-sztori – könyvkibeszélő.26:15 Kokó: Domi nagyon beletette a munkát, hogy idén a kezdőcsapatban maradjon.29:30 Szoboszlai Zsolt: „Ha nem kerülsz ki a komfortzónádból, nem viszed semmire.”35:00 A könyv értékelése.40:45 Domi lehet a Liverpool következő csapatkapitánya? 45:10 Domi hosszabbítani fog? Liverpool vagy Real Madrid?Patreon-oldalunkon, ahol feliratkozhatsz a hírlevélre, és elérheted a Hátország podcast felvételeit: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.patreon.com/poolbaratok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook-oldalunk: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.facebook.com/poolbaratokpodcast

„Annyira beleszokunk a saját valóságunkba, hogy nem vagyunk képesek a másik ember szemével és lelkével látni, még akkor sem, ha együtt élünk vele és teljesen összefonódott az életünk.” az idézet a horvát Ivana Bodrožić Fiaink, lányaink című regényéből van. A három hangon megszólaló könyv egy anya, lánya és a lány szerelmének története. Érzelmi háromszög elvárásokkal, traumákkal, vélt és valós félelmekkel terhelve. A regényben felmerülő témákról, mint a kisebbségi lét, kategóriákba zártság, ön- és társadalmi elfogadás, Milanovich Domi pszichológus-újságíróval, a WMN főszerkesztőjével Szeder Kata beszélgetett. Margó Könyvek podcast Olvasni kell. Mert a könyvek nemcsak a világ megismerésében segíthetnek, de abban is, hogy legyenek szavaink, el tudjunk kezdeni beszélgetni, kilépni a saját buborékunkból, meghallani a másikat, megérteni önmagunkat, elfogadni egymást. Ezzel a mottóval indítottuk útjára a Helikon Kiadóval közösen és a Kreatív Európa program támogatásával a 18 európai szerzőt és művét bemutató sorozatunkat Margó Könyvek címen. 18 ország, 18 kötet, 18 téma a mindennapokból és hozzájuk kapcsolódva 18 beszélgetés. A sorozat szerkesztő-műsorvezetői: Szeder Kata és Valuska László

Nick Alberga & Jay Rosehill recap Toronto's 4-3 win over Calgary, breaking down the key storylines from another tight game at Scotiabank Arena. Plus, they look ahead to the second half of the back-to-back as the Leafs hit the road to face the Blue Jackets in Columbus. Additionally, Maple Leafs team host Ryan Leslie drops by the show once again. #LeafsForever #LeafsMorningTake

SzalaHHH 9x08 (89 perc)Résztvevők: Mézes Gergely, Varga Attila „Sixx” (Network4), Borbély Bálint, Béres AttilaTémáink voltak:0:00 Geri az Anfielden járt.7:06 Rokibarát Liverpool.13:42 Meccsnézés az Anfielden. Geri: Macca egy lassított felvétel, Curtis és Ekitiké fantasztikus volt.18:00 Milos nem érzi a játékot, Frimpong megint kidőlt.27:00 Irtó gyenge Eintracht Frankfurt.30:48 Domi miért lökte fel Curtist? Megfejtettük.37:48 Szenzációs Domi & Curtis, meglepő stratégia Slottól.41:58 Pontrúgások utáni szereplésünk.45:04 Az RTL közvetítésén ventillálunk. A kommentátorok nem ismerik fel a focistákat.49:11 SzalaHHH. Sixx kiakad a kommentátorokon.  Bebetu, Hey Jude. Gakpo és Ekitiké.1:01:25 Szalah kritizálása a kommentmezőben, Szalah formája.1:11:31 Wirtz zseni. Domi nyomáskezelése.1:16:43 Statok, érdekességek, sérültek.1:20:58 Menetrend.Patreon-oldalunkon, ahol feliratkozhatsz a hírlevélre, és elérheted a Hátország podcast felvételeit: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.patreon.com/poolbaratok⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Facebook-oldalunk: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠www.facebook.com/poolbaratokpodcast

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Mit dieser neuen Podcast-Folge rund um die Nintendo Switch 2 bringe wir euch jede Menge aktuelle News und Spieleindrücke auf die Ohren. So berichtet Marco von seinen Anspielerlebnissen zu Resident Evil: Requiem und Monster Hunter Stories 3, er durfte nämlich Capcom einen Besuch abstatten und euch nun hiervon berichten. Außerdem sprechen wir zusammen mit Domi vom Podcast Miauz Genau! über das aktuelle Pokémon Legenden: Z-A. Obendrein gibt es jede Menge News.Viel Spaß beim Hören!Schaut gerne auf www.pixelpolygoneplauderei.de vorbei. Wenn euch die Episode gefallen hat, sagt es uns in den Kommentaren auch auf Spotify, bei Discord, auf Threads und Instagram oder hinterlasst eine Bewertung bei iTunes & Spotify. Wir freuen uns über jedes Feedback. Kapitelmarken:Intro & Begrüßung 00:00:00 Neue Pokémon Leaks 00:02:08 Neue Gerüchte rund um Assasin's Creed: Shadows 00:16:11 Close to You: Steckt mehr hinter Nintendos Marketing Stunt? 00:25:14 Masahiro Sakurai trifft sich mit Gaming-Größen 00:35:40 Gerücht: Nintendo will 25 Millionen Switch 2 produzieren 00:43:31Kommen Nintendo DS Spiele für Nintendo Switch 2? 00:53:27Marco hat Monster Hunter Stories 3 angespielt 01:01:48 Marco hat Resident Evil: Requiem angespielt 01:19:12 Pokémon Legenden: Z-A - Was taugt dieses Spiel? 01:33:48

2 października w Centrum Kształcenia Młodzieży „Kuźnia” odbyła się debata organizowana wokół premiery książki „Jak uniknąć demograficznej katastrofy?” Michała Kota i Bartosza Marczuka, wydanej przez wydawnictwo Prześwity. Debatę zorganizowało Wydawnictwo Prześwity i Klub Nowego Ładu – Warszawa.

Toys For Tots joins Greg Kelly in Studio with Domi, the Todler of The Year Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Time to start the Epilogues! Which path should Moosie choose?Creators & Guests Domi - Editor Domi - Composer Moosie - Host WebsiteDiscordYoutubeTiktokHow to read HomestuckHire Domi to edit and produce your podcast! ★ Support this podcast ★ Reply on Bluesky

Some takeaways from Leafs training camp so far! Domi is back, Rielly expectations, Robo scores, and happy birthday JT. Subscribe to The Jesse Blake Sports Report YouTube Channel: https://www.youtube.com/@JesseBlakeTV?sub_confirmation=1Follow Jesse on Twitter at @JesseBlakeFollow Jesse on Instagram @Jesse.BlakeVisit https://sdpn.ca for more.Join us on Discord: https://discord.com/invite/MtTmw9rrz7For general inquiries email: info@sdpn.caReach out to https://www.sdpn.ca/sales to connect with our sales team and discuss the opportunity to integrate your brand within our content!Join SDP VIP:YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0a0z05HiddEn7k6OGnDprg/joinApple Podcasts: https://apple.co/thestevedanglepodcastAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

Zagrożenie wojenne staje się faktem. W tym odcinku podcastu Forum IBRiS gościem Marcina Zawady, dziennikarza Onetu i Polskiego Radia, jest dr hab. Michał Domińczak, prezes zarządu AMW Invest. Rozmowa, nagrana podczas konferencji Horyzont IBRiS 2025, koncentruje się na najważniejszym wyzwaniu, jakie stoi przed Polską: obronności i bezpieczeństwie ludności cywilnej.Dowiedz się, dlaczego bezpieczeństwo Polski jest najważniejszym tematem dla Polaków. Jaką rolę w obronie cywilnej odgrywają schrony i jak przygotować się na potencjalny kryzys? Czy współpraca ponad podziałami politycznymi jest możliwa, gdy stawką jest bezpieczeństwo kraju?W programie usłyszysz o:kondycji polskiej obrony cywilnej w obliczu wojny na Ukrainie;działaniach, które można podjąć, aby szybko i racjonalnie przygotować infrastrukturę do ewentualnego zagrożenia;wpływie dronów na sposób prowadzenia współczesnej wojny;i o roli samorządów i obywateli w budowaniu odporności kraju na kryzys.Czwarta edycja Horyzontu IBRiS odbyła się 26 sierpnia 2025 r. w Centrum Prasowym PAP. Partnerem medialnym wydarzenia była Polska Agencja Prasowa, a partnerami instytucjonalnymi – AMW Invest, ORLEN, Centralny Ośrodek Informatyki oraz AMW Rewita.

TikTok verkauft an Oracle, Nintendo bringt den Virtual Boy zurück, «Wednesday» kehrt zurück – und Domi testet «The Lift» sowie «Dying Light: The Beast».

Now that Homestuck's done, how is Moosie feeling about the comic as a whole?Moosie on itchMoosie's personal websiteMusic and editing by DomiDomi's SoundcloudDomi's Ko-FiWebsiteNewsletterKo-fiDiscordBlueskyYoutubeTiktokThe Unofficial Homestuck CollectionE122 ★ Support this podcast ★

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Nowa środkowa Developresu Rzeszów i reprezentantka Polski - Dominika Pierzchała była gościem podcastu #VolleyTime.Uśmiechnięta od ucha do ucha Domi odpowiedziała na pytania dotyczące braku jej powołania na Mistrzostwa Świata, dramie po słowach eksperta Jakuba Bednaruka, a także o tym co ceni, gdzie chce polecieć i jak wyglądają przygotowania do sezonu z drużyną z Podpromia pod okiem Jeleny Blagojević.

Something's rotten in the state of Homestuck, same as it ever was.I also end up talking about clown gender for way too long.If you don't want to listen to the episode to hear the podcast changes: We will not be reading Problem Sleuth, we will not be doing anything that requires giving money to Homestuck (the entity), and episodes will switch to monthly releases.This script was finished and recorded on August 23rd, 2025, so sorry if there has been more relevant info to come out since then that's not addressed.Gio's articles:The Unofficial Homestuck Collection TakedownThe Homestuck Union Was Always FakeThe Hiveswap Fiasco (the first article of several)Sources:A summary of the UHC Takedown articleSarah Z's Homestuck Sent Me A Legal Threat, And Then It Got WorseThe Polygon interview with HussieThe 2018 origin of clowngender unrelated to HussieHussie's instagram Resources:Homestuck.net's guide to reading Homestuck, including how to use the UHCMy list of recommended fanworks (still being edited and added to)Music and editing by DomiDomi's SoundcloudDomi's Ko-FiWebsiteNewsletterKo-fiDiscord (Editor's Note: please come ask me, Domi, about Psycholonials I am feeling insane about this thing after I read it to help with this episode) BlueskyYoutubeTiktokThe Unofficial Homestuck CollectionE121 ★ Support this podcast ★

Ona, temperamentna Polka z Kielc, która najpierw mówi, potem myśli. On, przystojny dżentelmen z amerykańskiego Południa, postępujący zawsze dokładnie tak jak trzeba. – Nawet po wielkiej kłótni w restauracji, gdy ja siedzę totalnie wkurzona, on z uśmiechem składa zamówienie – śmiała się Dagmara Domińczyk w jednym z wywiadów. Choć tak wiele ich dzieli, od ponad 20 lat są z Patrickiem Wilsonem szczęśliwym małżeństwem. Bo łączy ich wielka miłość do kina oraz do prostego, zwykłego życia. Autorka: Natalia Hołownia Artykuł przeczytasz pod linkiem: https://www.vogue.pl/a/dagmara-dominczyk-i-patrick-wilson-historia-zwiazku

This is it! The end of Homestuck! It truly was a wild few years of reading through this comic again with Moosie, and I hope you enjoyed listening along! Since we delayed our recording for the wrap up episode, you still have time to submit any questions you might have for Moosie in the comments (if available where you're listening), or to one of the socials listed below.Here is the link to Gio's article about the state of the Unofficial Homestuck Collection, in case you wanted to read it and haven't already. As I said at the top, I'll be talking about it a little more next episode, as well as the plans for the podcast going forward.The Strife ProjectMoosie on itchMoosie's personal websiteMusic and editing by DomiDomi's SoundcloudDomi's Ko-FiWebsiteNewsletterKo-fiDiscordBlueskyYoutubeTiktokThe Unofficial Homestuck CollectionE120 ★ Support this podcast ★

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We finally introduce one final fan favorite character right as the comic is coming to a close! Next episode will be the end so let me know if there's anything you'd like us to talk about in our wrap up episode coming up soon!Moosie on itchMoosie's personal websiteMusic and editing by DomiDomi's SoundcloudDomi's Ko-FiWebsiteNewsletterKo-fiDiscordBlueskyYoutubeTiktokThe Unofficial Homestuck CollectionE119 ★ Support this podcast ★

And welcome back to the program. Let's go to the WORD Talk Line. We talked to John in Malden. John, hope you're doing well this afternoon, my friend. Well, good afternoon, Charlie James. It's great to talk to you. I hope you're doing well. Yes, sir. What's up? I just wanted to bring up, you know, it's it's no surprise. You know, I've I've called into Lindsey Graham's office for ten, fifteen years now, and you never talk to any live person. It's always a recording. Leave a recording. Leave a voice message. Whatever. Yeah. But I did remind him that 60% of South Carolinians, according to a new poll, want him replaced. But for the first time ever, calling into senator Scott's office, I got to talk to a voice message. Uh-huh. It has always been a staffer until today, and he has a, just a just a voice thing that you leave a message. It is pathetic that in a, quote, unquote, conservative state, our two conservative senators, quote, unquote, are, I should say air quotes, but, are missing in action. Yeah. They talk that they support president Trump, but they're yellow. They don't support him. They don't care about the average taxpayer like us. They don't care that our bills are gonna go up drastically. They just don't. Yeah. You're right about that. They they really don't. If they did, they would be doing something about it. I appreciate it, John. Thank you. And doing something about it means being more vocal. I the the senate is not for the weak. You might be able to get away with it in the house. I mean, there, you're pretty anonymous. There's a oh, I I think there's a 80 or is she 88? I think there's an 88 year old woman in the congress that nobody's ever heard of that wants to run for reelection again, but her staff is like, yeah. You might die. Yeah. No. No. No. No. You've got you've got a lot of knitting to catch up on. You don't need to be doing that. But but, again, you can get you can be relatively anonymous in the house. It takes work to be anonymous in the senate. I mean, that takes real work. Now Padilla was pretty good at being anonymous. Tim Scott's pretty good at being anonymous. He'll crawl out when, you know, the time is right, but there you go. Well, New York City. How are you guys feeling about this thing? How are you guys feeling about Zoran Mamdani, the radical socialist Muslim who is running to be the mayor of New York. He won the primary in New York City against Andrew Cuomo and several others. They had this, they had that rank choice voting thing, in the primary there, and, and he won. He won that election. And he's a guy that wants to do 200,000 low income units in New York. He wants to make the grocery stores city owned. He wants to no cash bail. He wants to, in effect, legalize prostitution, legalize drug use, have open safe injection sites. Again, did I mention no cash bail? No cash bail. He wants to, just his policies are a mess, and they would hurt the city of New York drastically. And they've already done that. He's already starting to hurt New York. In fact, there are some luxury real estate brokers, and these folks are saying and that is a good key. That is a real good benchmark to look at how well some place is doing. Where are your luxury real estate deals? Well, now wealthy New Yorkers are looking to leave New York after Zoran Mondami's primary win. New York City, as we know it, is never gonna be the same if this man is elected mayor. It's gonna go just like New York, Detroit did after the nineteen sixty seven riots, hanging by a thread. Ma'am Domi would drive the wealthy out. He would drive out the financial sector, drive out the real estate sector. He would drive the cops out. He would drive the Jews out. He would destroy small business in New York, and they would have deserved it. New Yorkers would have deserved it for allowing this man to be mayor. President Trump said it's finally happened. The Democrats have crossed the line. Zoran Mamdami, a 100% communist lunatic, has won ...

"Economic MOAT" — a business's ability to maintain a competitive edge over its competitors. Andrej P. Škraba, Boris Cergol, Jaša Andrenšek, Simon Belak, Enej Gradišek in Klemen Selakovič se enkrat na mesec (remote / na daljavo) pogovarjamo o trenutno aktualnih tematikah iz sveta razvoja tehnologije umetne inteligence, podjetništva, ekonomije in politike. ============================= Teme ep. 34: Model Context Protocol (MCP) in njegova uporaba Praktični primeri uporabe MCP Inženiring konteksta in evolucija promptinga Apple in izzivi inovacij Strategije za Apple v svetu AI Strategije rasti tehnoloških gigantov Vloga umetne inteligence in spominov Tveganja in priložnosti za Apple in Microsoft Tehnološki napredek in prilagoditev družbe Priložnosti za inovacije v izobraževanju Proaktivnost umetne inteligence Domišljija in prihodnost LLM-jev ============================= Prijavi se in vsak petek prejmi 5 linkov, ki jih ustvarjalci podkastov Dialog in RE:MOAT priporočamo tisti teden (knjige, dokumentarci, članki, podkast epizode …): https://aidea.si/aidea-mailing-lista

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Trump apparently thinks Biden was executed and then cloned; Not saying Trump's a dictator but he's sure acting like one; Clinton's saxophone hit on Arsenio Hall moved the needle in 1992; Why so much name-calling on SOTA Facebook? Check out this new Pledge of Allegiance

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Dirk and Dave talk a lot in this one and I think that's really all that matters.Also go read my dirkkat fic! As of publishing this episode, I have posted a chapter and have two more ready to go!Moosie on itchMoosie's personal websiteMusic and editing by DomiDomi's SoundcloudDomi's Ko-FiWebsiteNewsletterKo-fiDiscordBlueskyYoutubeTiktokThe Unofficial Homestuck CollectionE118 ★ Support this podcast ★

In a crazy 2nd round, the Leafs open up a 2 game lead on the Panthers and then give it back when they go to Florda. The Oilers are up 2-1 but an injury to Calvin Pickard has forced them to rely on Stuart Skinner who is struggling. Connor Hellebuyck has been up and down like a toilet seat. Which Hellebuyck will they get in game 4? The Canes look set to go up 3-1 over the Caps.  Listen Here:  Apple Podcasts   Direct MP3   iHeart Radio

TSN Hockey Analyst Carlo Colaiacovo joined OverDrive to discuss the headlines from the Stanley Cup Playoffs, the Panthers knotting the series against the Maple Leafs, Max Domi's fine for the hit on Aleksander Barkov, the physicality edge from the rosters, Auston Matthews' lack of scoring in the games, Mikko Rantanen's remarkable power for the Stars, Canada's overview at the men's worlds and more.

Dallas takes a 2-1 series lead over Winnipeg after a controversial and confounding winning goal that has the Jets fuming. Mason Marchment’s tap of an official sparks debate over discipline standards, while Mikko Rantanen continues his playoff dominance. The Leafs and Panthers got nasty in Game 3, with questions swirling around OEL’s hit, Domi’s late-game penalty, and whether Matthews is in his own head. Sergei Bobrovsky has locked in after a rough start, and Berube may consider shuffling Toronto’s lines. Stu Skinner gets the start again for the Oilers, who coughed up Game 3 with defensive misplays, while Vegas looks to seize momentum, possibly without Mark Stone. Plus, Game 4 between the Canes and Caps feels like a must-win for Washington, who must solve Carolina’s tight defensive structure and home-ice dominance in order to keep the series alive. Plus, in Ask Ray and Dregs Anything... McDavid and Draisaitl - together or apart? The Berube effect on the Leafs and is one series simply lacking excitement?See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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A little filler episode while I deal with my own filler! (haha because I've been having a lot of dental appointments. You get it? Do you get the joke? I'm funny, right??)Outro music by DomiDomi's SoundcloudDomi's Ko-FiWebsiteKo-fiDiscordBlueskyYoutubeTiktokThe Unofficial Homestuck Collection ★ Support this podcast ★

Part two of Domi guesting as we now talk about the kids and trolls all hanging around talking!Moosie on itchMoosie's personal websiteMusic and editing by DomiDomi's SoundcloudDomi's Ko-FiWebsiteNewsletterKo-fiDiscordBlueskyYoutubeTiktokThe Unofficial Homestuck CollectionE117 ★ Support this podcast ★

TSN Hockey Analyst Frank Corrado joined OverDrive to discuss the headlines around the Stanley Cup Playoffs, the Maple Leafs' victory against the Senators, Max Domi's overtime winner, Anthony Stolarz leading the way, the power play strength for the group, the mentality going into the games in Ottawa and more.

Nick Kypreos, Justin Bourne and Sam McKee look back on the Leafs' Game 2 win over the Ottawa Senators in overtime to take a 2-0 series lead. They get into Max Domi's overtime heroics, Anthony Stolarz pushing back against Ridly Greig's antics, potential lineup changes for Game 3, the Leafs' defensive style and much more. Later, former Leafs GM and analyst Gord Stellick joins the show (32:01) to share his early takeaways from the series, whether the Leafs should consider David Kämpf or Max Pacioretty for Game 3 and his thoughts on Game 1 in the Battle of Florida.The views and opinions expressed in this podcast are those of the hosts and guests and do not necessarily reflect the position of Rogers Sports & Media or any affiliates.

The Toronto Maple Leafs topple the Ottawa Senators 3-2 in overtime to take a 2-0 series lead in Round 1. JD Bunkis, Sam McKee and Justin Bourne break down the win and discuss Max Domi's instantly iconic breakthrough in OT, the Leafs' defensive unity, Anthony Stolarz's battle with Ridly Greig, Matthew Knies blossoming on the power play and much more. Later, they get into what to expect in Game 3 as the series flips back to Ottawa.The views and opinions expressed in this podcast are those of the hosts and guests and do not necessarily reflect the position of Rogers Sports & Media or any affiliates.

This week we have Domi on to help explain Caliborn's Masterpiece as our resident Heir of Time-Heart! And then I talk about Vriska for a long, long time. Long enough that this has turned into a two parter. Whoops!Moosie on itchMoosie's personal websiteMusic and editing by DomiDomi's SoundcloudDomi's Ko-FiWebsiteNewsletterKo-fiDiscordBlueskyYoutubeTiktokThe Unofficial Homestuck CollectionE116 ★ Support this podcast ★

Domišljavi plastični obešalnik je vseskozi žalil lesene obešalnike … Pripovedujeta: Judita Zidar in Boris Ostan. Napisal: Zdenek Sverak. Avtor prevoda: Zdenka Škerlj Jerman. Posneto v studiih Radia Slovenija 2001.

This week, another milestone episode in our journey that is the InObscuria Podcast. We are also preparing for another visit to the Rock n Pod Expo in Nashville, TN, USA on April 12. This made your humble hosts ponder our future, and a decision was made to slightly tweak our mantra. To explore and expand the soundscape of obscure music beyond where we've gone before. Therefore, we call this episode our event horizon! A new beginning with a similar feel… Hope ya dig! What's this InObscuria thing? We're a podcast that exhumes obscure music of all genres and puts them in one of 3 categories: the Lost, the Forgotten, or the Should Have Beens. We hope we turn you on to something new and introduce to your new favorite artists!For more on Rock N Pod 2025 (April 11-13) go to https://nashvillerocknpodexpo.com/Songs this week include:The Soup Dragons – “Lovegod” from Lovegod (1990)Blueground Undergrass – “Wichita Lineman” from Barnyard Gone Wrong (1999)The Midnight – “Gloria” from Red, White, And Bruised: The Midnight Live (2023)King Plague – “Ave Plague” from Weeping Soul (2015)Lettuce – “Need To Understand” from Rage! (2008)Sonic Youth – “Superstar” from If I Were A Carpenter (1994)DOMi & JD BECK – “BOWLiNG feat. Thundercat” from NOT TiGHT (2022)a-ha – “The Sun Always Shines On T.V.” from Hunting High & Low (1985)Visit us: https://inobscuria.com/https://www.facebook.com/InObscuriahttps://x.com/inobscuriahttps://www.instagram.com/inobscuria/Buy cool stuff with our logo on it!: https://www.redbubble.com/people/InObscuria?asc=uCheck out Robert's amazing fire sculptures and metal workings here: http://flamewerx.com/If you'd like to check out Kevin's band THE SWEAR, take a listen on all streaming services or pick up a digital copy of their latest release here: https://theswear.bandcamp.com/If you want to hear Robert and Kevin's band from the late 90s – early 00s BIG JACK PNEUMATIC, check it out here: https://bigjackpnuematic.bandcamp.com/Oh, and BTW: April Fools

TSN Hockey Analyst Mike Johnson joined OverDrive to discuss the headlines around the NHL, the Canadiens and Senators' matchup and the team's stance in the Stanley Cup Playoffs hunt, the perspective of the teams, the Maple Leafs' win and Max Domi's role with the team, Nick Robertson's impact to the lineup and more.