Podcasts about Homecoming

This week on Wrestling Omakase we talk a trio of big shows from big companies! But first, John REALLY doesn't want to talk about what just happened to the Toronto Blue Jays, but for some reason returning guest Arametha insisted, so there's that. Also there's a little bit of talk about everyone's favorite subject, AMERICAN POLITICS! Yeah! And some other stuff too, who even knows at this point. Probably the Japan trip I'm guessing.The first real topic of the show though is STARDOM (as usual), as they talk about the Crimson Nightmare show that took place on Monday 11/3 from Ota Ward Gym. John & Arametha do things a little backward here as they first discuss what's coming up in STARDOM next, mainly with the two Saya Kamitani title matches announced for Dream Queendom and Wrestle Kingdom. John gives their case for why Saya might actually lose to Saori Anou, despite what current conventional wisdom would seem to have you believe. Then they get into a full review of the show featuring a very controversial Saya vs. Momo Watanabe main event, the end of Starlight Kid's epic white belt reign, yet another High Speed title defense for Mei Seira and more. Finally, they wrap up the STARDOM portion with a look ahead to the upcoming Goddesses of STARDOM Tag League that kicks off in just a couple days, giving some early picks for who might make it out of each block and even win the entire thing.Next up they head over to New Japan and again do things kind of backwards, first looking ahead to the upcoming World Tag League and giving the thoughts on the (kind of hilarious!) field of competitors. Then they review the top matches from the Hiroshi Tanahashi Homecoming show on 11/2 from Gifu, discussing the finals of the world's most pointless tournament that apparently made everyone except John really mad, Tanahashi having one more great match against Yota Tsuji in his hometown, how we somehow STILL don't know who Tana's retirement opponent will be, and a Takeshita main event that John almost skipped right over.The last but certainly not least slot goes to DDT for their annual Ultimate Party show, also from 11/3 at Ryogoku. John & Arametha break down the entire ten match card in detail, discussing some truly funny comedy, a lot of fun matches, and the good vibes around this promotion right now in general. They also speculate a little on what might be coming next with the tease of Takeshita vs. Takechi, and look ahead to some future cards in general. Yet another packed show!Fill out this form if you're interested in appearing on our Wrestle Kingdom Week preview show: https://forms.gle/PoTPsfetRribc4Av9Follow Wrestling Omakase on Twitter: http://twitter.com/wrestleomakaseFollow John on BlueSky: https://bsky.app/profile/justoneenby.bsky.socialAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

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Christian College Sex Comedy: Part 27 Appreciation? In 30 parts, By FinalStand. Listen to the podcast at Explicit Novels.             Children must face the scrutiny of their parents     The Dining Hall was almost a relief. That relief died the moment I saw the banner over the front of the serving area in the Hall. 'Zane Appreciation Day'. Since every word was spelled correctly, it wasn't some stunt of Rio's, but beyond that, the list of suspects was too large to consider. This could be a genuine outpouring of acceptance and sympathy for what I had endured here. If you believe that, I have to ask you: 'Do you want your leprechaun pissing Guinness or Irish Malt?'   Most likely, this was going to be some sort of humiliation, and I think I knew the flavor, and I definitely knew how to find out. See, in every seat of the Dining Hall was a big, bowling ball sized white box with a name and secured with a gold and green ribbon, so no cheating; no peeking. That last bit didn't deter me, though. I snuck up on the box marked for Holiday Carpenter.   "Zane, does that have your name on it?" Virginia Goodswell asked me, my English teacher and Spiritual Advisor. Hell, if it had been Mrs. Marlowe, I would have opened it anyway, but Virginia was my buddy so her next question didn't mean to stab a stake of regret through my heart. "Where is Vivian?"   "I left my room before she was done." I looked to the ground while I kicked some imaginary dust off the slate floor.   "Why don't you see if she's been calling you?" she suggested. "She's probably worried." Worried, or homicidal because, ya know, I had sort of run off without my phone, wallet, watch, book bag, or anything else a 21st century student might need.   "I ran away like a big, fat chicken," I confessed. "Anything not glued to my body I left behind."   "I'll give her a call." She pulled out her phone and hit speed dial #2. I crap since her sick mother is probably #1. I am such a big problem for her, she has my guardian on speed dial! "That is Holiday Carpenter's box, Zane, not yours. Besides, there are strict instructions to not open the boxes until instructed."   The panicky response I overheard from Virginia's conversation with Vivian hardly helped my mood. She wanted to know if Virginia knew where I was, she did; that I was okay, I was; and finally, what upset me, because the other girls weren't talking but apparently Mercy had started slapping Barbie Lynn around until Rio and Val pulled her off. Now, that made less than no sense. Wasn't that supposed to work the other way around?   Virginia did a double check and sure enough, Mercy had slammed Barbie Lynn into an open wardrobe on my behalf, and Rio and Val had pulled her back. WTF! I am sure that Rio was right beside me on that one. Vivian triple checked that I was physically and mentally okay and she sounded so disappointed, in herself, as she did so. She was bringing my stuff; yes, I am an earthworm. Virginia promised for me that I would remain here until she arrived.   Some stupid gesture like a loud public apology, done on bended knee, was blatantly unfair to Vivian, who only meant the best for me. I made a quick apology, not trying to meet her eyes as I said the words and took my stuff. All of 'my' girls seemed equally subdued. A minute after we had garnered our victuals, Vivian put a hand on my elbow.   "Don't be so hard on yourself, Zane," Vivian smiled warmly at me. "You take a lot of stress and pressure on yourself. I understand that from time to time you need to take in a tiny bit of private space for yourself. Clearly, you can't schedule any such time because nothing around you stays a secret for very long and no one respects your privacy or even asks what you need."   "Vivian," I was puzzled, "you deserve to be righteously pissed with me. You are my Guardian and I promised to stay by you or at least tell you where I was."   "Zane, we let you down," Vivian assured me. "It is your dorm room and we are your guests, and we have been rather poor guests at that."   "How about we call a truce?" I offer.   "I can live with that," Vivian smiled.   "Cut the Kumbaya-time, kids," Rio snorted derisively. "Zane, what the fuck happened with Mercy?" Rio playfully punched Mercy's arm to emphasize her uncertainty.   "Rio, Bro, drop it," I asked sincerely. "Act like it didn't happen." Rio studied me a second, then got this wickedly evil grin.   "What the hell are you talking about, Glenda?" she hefted the box up then shook it. "It seems my damn box is glued shut. Are we celebrating one thousand cunts licked by you, or what?"   Because Rio rarely expounded at a level below full volume, next thing we hear is Mrs. Marlow snapping, "Ms. Talon, watch your language; there are good Christian women being forced to sit within the sound of your voice!"   "Gotcha, Ms. Mouthful," Rio snapped off with a snap and a finger raised up like a pistol in the air.   "What did you say?" Marlowe closed the distance.   "She was repeating what I pointed out," I turned and smiled. "I said that you really had it going together this morning; that you were more than a mouthful. That's a hip/trending term to describe someone who is expressing themselves through clothing and make-up."   "You are lying, Mr. Braxton," she snarled.   "You are probably right, as I do so to you on general principle, but good luck proving it in student court," I grinned right back. We locked wills and she blinked first.   "Ms. Phillips," Marlowe turned on Vivian, "what are you going to do about this?"   "Zane and Rio, would you please apologize for being rude and insensitive to an educator who only wishes the best for the student body?" Vivian requested.   "I so apologize," I bowed my head.   "I so apologize as well," Rio tacked on. Only after Marlowe had gone to spread love and sunshine somewhere else did Rio lean across me and whisper to Vivian.   "You rock!" Rio giggled gleefully. After all, Rio and I had not apologized to Mrs. Marlowe because neither one of us believed for a minute that she was 'an educator who only wishes the best for the student body'. To that nameless entity, we owed a debt, and to Mrs. Marlow we owed a generous 'fuck you,' and Vivian had made it all possible.   "Why, thank you, Rio," Vivian nodded her acceptance of Rio's praise. "Jesus is the Peacemaker and we all should attempt to emulate his teachings."   "So, I still don't get to lick you senseless?" Rio snickered.   "No, no, you don't," Vivian smiled, even though she didn't look at either of us. Vivian's going to rock as a mom.   The next half hour passed quietly. Everyone was curious about the boxes but no one was too worried until a rumor suddenly appeared. When it was suggested that they might have to put on bikinis, the fear set in. I blamed, I don't know but I wish I had thought of it. I was still kicking myself for the missed opportunity when my alien with the right face black and left face white shows up with the right face white and left face black, Mhain and Millicent.   "Death Match and you get to referee," Rio teased me. "I'm so jealous; 500 bucks on the one with the soul." Mhain glared hate at us while Millicent looked more than amused.   "Zane, come with us," Mhain gloated. I figured that somehow my ordeal was coming to an end so I'd play along. I rose and they steered me to the largest exit, flanking me.   Christina and Company grabbed their boxes and jumped up quickly to follow me, though they looked as confused as I was, confirming none of them were the architect of my discomfort. No sooner had we stepped into the cool, sunlit lawn than everyone's phone rang, except mine. I was loving this, right up there with having sandpaper buffing my sunburned abs.   "Open the box and follow the instructions," Christina informed me. "Is anyone going to do this?" My phone vibrated once, then my whole body tingled before I could respond to the call.   "I am," Mhain gloated. "I was promised something." She knelt and opened her box with enthusiasm; the others did likewise but at a more sedate pace.   What came out of each box was almost identical, different only in the anatomical part of the body indicated by the instructions. The objects were all grapefruit-sized fur-balls that made darling little squeaks, squeals and murmurs, amongst other sympathetic noises, all in tiny little voices. They were to be placed on my body, but I didn't know how that would work.   "Are we going to do this?" Chastity began to say.   "It isn't sticky," Hope was also saying when Mhain's flew out of her hand and hit the side of my left knee. She reached out carefully to retrieve hers while the other girls circled in. The little darlings were proving to be resilient little bastards. Several more leapt at me from the hands of their owners.   All this time the furry grapefruit were giving little 'wee!' noises when they shot at me and screeched like demons when they were removed, which was painful when they were on my flesh. I knew who was responsible and she was going to pay, but not right now. I saw my closest allies pulling back.   "TLM, Christina," I sighed in resignation. "Let's get this over with." I was being totally self-sacrificial; girls were starting to pile-up on us coming out of the Dining Hall. I didn't want a riot. Mhain had technically tagged me first but not in the designated spot, so I had Christina go first, she put one over my heart, not that I thought Cordelia was stupid, but now she was just piling it on.   Mhain went next and she was sizzling and excited, she put it on my lips, shutting me up. At least the girls were polite and organized enough to come at me patiently. A few didn't get the 'memo' and their little rug rats slipped out of their owner's grasp and got to play gleeful kamikaze as they plowed into me.   It didn't hurt but I had this secret fear that the tiny terrors would sprout fangs and tear into me. These little guys were murmuring and mumbling and it wasn't until I was truly buried that a horrific realization was made, the more that were on me, the greater their clinging power. In retrospect, this would have been more useful if we hadn't passed the 700 mark.   I looked like a puffy, overweight, Sasquatch baby. I could move but sitting down was a dream, as was running or going to the bathroom. The damn things wouldn't shut up either. It fell to Hope and Iona to hurry me (as much as possible) to Assembly; you know that place where I 'sit' in front. At least no one could ask me anything with the expectation of receiving an answer.   I no longer wondered how bad it could get; I knew it would get worse, and while I didn't know how, I knew it would be soon. At the start of Assembly my little friends joined in the singing, not using words but in the tinny little noises they made, though admittedly they were enthusiastic and determined. But it gets worse.   There was a discussion on stage after that fiasco about removing me. Chancellor Bazz wanted me gone; Vice Chancellor Scarlett was not in attendance but Virginia took up my cause. After all, it wasn't my fault, she claimed.   "Well, Black, do something," the first three rows heard Bazz demand of our Head of Security.   "I am not an engineer or a chemist," Black replied. "Do you want me to shoot them off him?"   Oh, yeah, my girl Bazz wanted that, so bad. Of course, what she really wanted was for Black to miss, but that wasn't going to happen. Finally, the teachers decided to soldier on. When Chancellor Bazz stepped up to begin services, the frightening fur-balls belted out 'Hail to the Chief.'   No one said a word, not a murmur. Chancellor Bazz stopped and the munchkin chorus stopped too. Two more starts later and she gave up and grudgingly took the 'praise' from my infestation. They were good throughout the message and sermon but took up 'Hail to the Chief' when she tried to leave the podium.   "Do something!" she screamed at Black. This time, Gabrielle sedately headed my way. I didn't want to think of the pain coming my way. My little buddies had my back. When she got within five feet the all screamed, and I mean SCREAMED, in the loudest cacophony most of us present had ever heard. I saw something I thought I would never see; Gabrielle flinched.   Not so oddly, I was fine, hearing almost nothing. The little guys on my ears soaked up the sound so I received a very watered-down version of what they were doing. Gabrielle fell back and at the five foot mark, the little guys shut up, mostly. They seemed to be making comforting noises to one another, like one Zane-sized colony of brown mold.   "Get away from him; just get away from him," good old Doctor Melrose Bazz pleaded as she moved her hands away from her ears. "Braxton, you stop this right now." I had a wee beastie on my mouth and Bazz was not on the small list of people I would devour this thing for. If she's looking for a conversation today, she's out of luck. She throws her hands up in desperation and starts to storm off. My little cock-sucking furry gonads (yes, I was getting angry) fired up 'Hail to the Chief' yet again, and kept at it until she sat down. Virginia got to thinking it's appropriate to call for the end of this travesty but she's dealing with Cordelia Dresden, Top Gun of the Time Lord Mafia. The weapon of choice; 'She's a Lady' by some guy named Tom Jones, the ladies in my life will inform me about this later.   For a half a second she tries to fight her smile but she surrenders, even letting the little guys go through the entire score before talking. The little tinny voices were humming a song I didn't know but damn it, it made me want to take Virginia out to a smoky Jazz club and dance until the sun came up. Virginia actually started tapping her foot to rhythm and I began thinking I might not be able to beat Cordelia. I'm not used to that sensation.   "Okay, now, whoever is doing this has put Zane through enough and should remember that we should, as Christians, make students feel safe and not make them subjects of humiliation," Virginia addressed the student body. "I think we can end Assembly fifteen minutes early today for a little bit of Christian charity. We can do it at Zane's first class, 204 Denning Hall."   By the way, I apparently have a play list. As Virginia headed back, the fella's changed it up with 'Baby Got Back'. I wanted to die. Virginia Goodswell has a truly fine ass, of this there is no doubt, I often compare it to Barbie Lynn's, but please. Virginia stopped, turned toward me with a dazzling smile and waggled her finger at me, then resumed her way to her seat.   How is any of this my fault? I imagine I was lucky it wasn't the Thong Song. I would have died, then come back as the undead to take Cordelia to hell with me. It was with some relief that Vivian and Hope rallied to my side. They had to both keep other students away, the other girls loved poking me in different critters to make them call out in different pitches and tenors, which was pleasant to hear if you liked overdosing on helium.   Surprise, surprise; no one came to my succor before English class. I couldn't sit down. Okay, I tried, but any part of my body that bent or that I sat on screamed bloody murder until I got off of it or stopped putting on the press. I've heard about girlfriends like this but I've always assumed I would have the courage to jump out of a 50 story building to escape.   What do you do if they come with you when you jump besides basking in the vicarious thrill that comes from crushing half of them beneath you before you go? I managed to do okay standing in the rear of the class, only once giving in to the crushing fatigue of holding my arms somewhat elevated for two hours. The two under my arms were especially cooperative and didn't get too vocal when my arms did slip to my sides.   I couldn't do a thing about the occasional girl twisting in her seat but either Raven's glare or Goodswell's cough brought their eyes forward once more. At the end of class, Virginia decided to call Ms. Black and have her take me to the Vice Chancellor's office to end this matter. Vivian and Mercy provided support while Gabrielle kept her distance and cleared a path.   Rio helped out by playing my musical miscreants as if they were a drum set while some part of the 700 members of my new posse and I yelled at her to leave us alone. She really is my best friend. My tragically slow pace was not my friend and everyone had to depart for their classes before I finished the arduous travel to the Administration Building. Gabrielle's eyes measuring you for a casket is a remarkable motivator but didn't stop Rio from blowing a kiss to her "Mi Negro Naughtiness". I know, I know; one day, Rio is just going to vanish without a trace.   "Ms. Reveal, I need an emergency meeting with the Vice Chancellor," Ms. Black requested of Doctor Scarlett's personal assistant. Ms. Reveal didn't miss Gabrielle keeping her distance from me. She did make the call and I noticed the pictures of Ms. Mittens were still in evidence.   "Who are you inside that suit?" Ms. Reveal asked me.   I guess she assumed I wasn't a real baby Sasquatch; I was really a baby Sasquatch disguised as a half-baked marshmallow. If three geeks and a man working beneath his means jump out at me with proton-packs, I am running for my life, which is to say 'I'm going to die.'   "This is Zane. He is not being rude, he can't speak," Ms. Black was kind enough to cover for me.   "Oh, I understand," Ms. Reveal nodded, but in such a way that expressed she didn't understand anything. "You two can go in now," she said several awkward seconds later.   "Zane, you move as close to Ms. Reveal's desk as you can while I get the door for you," Gabrielle instructed me. "Come in when I call for you."   I'm sure Marisol Reveal was curious as to why Gabrielle was dancing around me, trying to keep her distance. We almost made it; right as she made it to the doorway, Doctor Scarlett opened the door and attempted to see what the delay was. She was actually putting an award on a shelf she had just received, the reason she missed Assembly, if you find that suspicious, and was placing it on a shelf near the door.   Gabrielle responded as any slightly unbalanced killer would do; she spun around, pulled out her gun from the unseen Realm of the Gods of War, and pointed it at the stunned Victoria. That took her one half-step too close to me and my little fellas let the world know it. I will give them this much; they were still defending my eardrums.   By the way Marisol was holding her ears as her tears flowed down her face it must have been pure agony for her since I was right next to her. Gabrielle scoped up Victoria and sprinted into her office and they obediently shut up.   "Za-, Zane, what was that?" Marisol blathered. Since the furry meatball gone bad was still on my lips and I hadn't become that hungry, I kept my silence.   "Zane!" Gabrielle called for me. I did my best to shrug but it wasn't like I had a neck anymore so I don't know what she made of my movement. I shuffled to the door and got a few good squeaks as I moved inside. I was more than a little disturbed by the reaction I received from Doctor Scarlett when she saw me from her seat behind her desk. She looked at me and I swear, hand to my heart, she had an orgasm.   "You are covered in Tribbles," she gasped. I had no fucking clue what a Tribble is but apparently, I was in the vast minority. I staggered forward and since Gabrielle was on the right side of the room, I angled to the left. I move halfway around Doctor Scarlett's desk so that Gabrielle could go close the door, where she took up post and, from what happened next engaged a Romulan Cloaking Device, whatever the Muggle-tech that is.   Victoria was in some sort of dream-like trance. When she started stumbling around the desk toward me, I waited for the musical assault that never came. To my credit, I caught on in a second. If these creatures existed, singing wasn't their normal activity, and Cordelia wanted these little 'Squeaky Meals' to be as real as possible, for Victoria. I was nothing but bait.   Victoria reached out to caress the same one Christina had placed over my heart. The little bugger cooed and Victoria clamped her thighs together to contain another orgasm that coursed through her loins. Cool, all I have to do to feel the wonders of Victoria Scarlett is dress myself in furry grapefruit. I'm kicking myself for not seeing this obvious ploy.   She touches more and each makes a subtly different purr of pleasure. This goes on and on until she's cuddled up against me, her arms stroking over my back and rubbing her left leg up and down mine.   "Vice Chancellor, you do realize Zane Braxton is TRAPPED inside those, contraptions," Gabrielle sounds the slightest bit peeved.   The troops all make those little high-pitched notes of longing as Victoria retreats a few steps, bringing Victoria almost to the point where she launches herself back into me to comfort her little friends. I am second fiddle to a discombobulated guinea pig; sometimes a man can feel pretty small.   "Okay. How did this happen to you, Zane?" Victoria asked.   "He cannot talk; one of those Tribbles is attached to his lips," Black stated, "by an unknown force. Before you ask; I am not an engineer or chemist." Victoria made this adorable little 'o' expression, then reached for an offending Tribble.   "It hurts him to remove them," Gabrielle got out just in time.   "Does it hurt the Tribble?" Victoria inquired. Gee, thanks, Vic.   "Hold your ears," Gabrielle commanded. Well, I couldn't comply, and Victoria had only started to scream 'stop' when Gabrielle materialized a knife and speared 'Diddley-boo' off my shoulder.   I heard the little guy's death wail, then his death rattle, as Gabrielle pulled him/her away until she was out of screaming range. Diddley-boo? No, I have no idea what his/her name really was but I'm going to have ICE check his immigration status when all of this is over, wait, I can't do that; Gabrielle wacked the little snot and giving her up to the Feds is a great way to create many widows and orphans. Diddley-boo was still twitching erratically while Victoria was stuck between ecstasy and horror.   "You are a Klingon agent!" Victoria gasped as she pointed an accusatory finger at Gabrielle. I am vaguely aware that they are the stock-villains of Star Trek Universe and this odd snapshot of rightly tight, athletic buns in tighter pants, but the reference memory for the scene escapes me. By the facial reaction Gabrielle gives, Victoria just called candy sweet, or jalapenos hot; she appreciates the comparison.   All the surviving members of the Tribble tribe wept a cacophony of pain and loss. I would have had more sympathy if their moans had not been vibrating my body like a jello mold.   "Romulan," Gabrielle countered; the other stock Trekkie villains, but they have better teeth. First amongst our Honored Dead, DB hardly quivers as Ms. Black dissects it.   It bleeds/oozes and appears to be a living organism of some kind, but Gabrielle points to several electronic devices, a CPU, and wires connecting all kinds of things inside the organic body.   "It is an organic husk over a sensory/auditory device," Gabrielle tried to explain.   "Oh, my God," Victoria's mind worked feverish to defy reality, "they've been turned into Borgs."   She tore the one attached to my lips off. I didn't cry like a televangelist publicly begging God for forgiveness for a moment, or 147 moments, of weakness with a rather sad-looking prostitute, but that was coming.   You see, Victoria gripped her weeping diminutive fuzzy engine of humiliation tightly when she yanked it off, so she let go of it because the little blighter sounded hurt.   It gave off a more muted and mournful 'wee' as it smacked into the corner of my mouth. I was able to dodge a direct hit.   "Scarlett," Gabrielle seethed, "if, you, would, listen, for, a, moment; they are painful to be removed from his flesh and they will attempt to reattach themselves to him if they are brought within one foot. I have no idea why."   "Zane, are you in much pain?" Doctor Scarlett inquired while scanning my body fungi.   "Yes, but I'm sure if you kick me in the nuts, I'll feel better," I mumbled through a joke.   "I can't do that," Victoria gasped. "You have Tribbles down there." Yes, I feel special.   "That's it," Gabrielle snapped. "I'm going to get help." She spun around and breezed out the door, slamming it in her wake.   "Thanks for abandoning me, Gabby," I shouted as loud as I was able. "It's not like Vic's totally lost her mind or anything like that."   "I have not lost my mind," Victoria responded with a deceptively calm, soothing tone. She reinforced my calm by locking the door, then locking in the deadbolt, yes, I felt much safer.   My merry band of orphan coconuts helped things along the cliffs of sanity by cooing and 'talking' to Victoria as she walked around the office, and she gaily responded to them.   "Ms. Reveal, this is going to be a difficult intervention. Inform me when lunch time gets here," Victoria communicated to her assistant, then added, "I need a box of outdoor trash bags; leave them at the door."   Having a hot lady like Victoria Scarlett lock the door and asking for almost 3 hours of 'alone' time with me is a mature pipe dream of mine, and that dream really meets a bloody end when she asks for roughly 30 bags with a fifty-gallon capacity each. If she pulls out a hacksaw or a 'cow-stunner,' I'm racing for the window behind the Doc's desk. I'll be gone in 90 seconds, sort of like an inexpensive microwave dinner.   Doctor Scarlett returned to her desk, turned her spy-cam around, and started making calls. I honestly maintained a miniscule hope that she might still help me. She was talking curtly to another doctor whose name I didn't recognize. What came out of her mouth next sounded like a combination of eating raw meat all your life and gargling with sand regularly; add to that an inflection of someone wanting to kick elementary kids into the paths of oncoming busses and you had the language she was using.   Victoria's stance even changed. She thrust out her chest, put her hands on her hips, and a predatory sneer took up permanent residency on her lips. She even beat on her desk hard during this little exchange before laughing in a way that made kittens piss on themselves before you hung them.   "Vice Chancellor, Doctor Victoria Scarlett, umm, what's going on?" I said careful.   I'm not so much terrified of Victoria at this point, as I am suspicious of my ability to fight at the moment.   "Everything is fine, Zane," Victoria assured me. "In essence, I am bringing in some experts in the field. You can trust me on this; we've been expecting contact like this for years." Huh?   "So, ah, that was an Albanian Biologist?" I hoped.   "No, that was Vor' Dura, Flight Leader of the Blood Quasar Fleet of the Klingon Empire," Victoria explained sedately, in the same way any SANE individual described a Navy Commander. She turned her computer screen so I could see the person's profile pic.   "How does she breathe in that thing?" I wondered. "That's one hell of a corset."   "That isn't a corset, Zane, its body armor. My suit was created by the same armorer," she stated.   "You have something like that?" I boggled.   "Yes, the precise same suit. Vor' Dura is not as blessed by her bloodlines, she's shorter, but otherwise, we are identical; our alliance ended recently and soon she must face me in ritual combat; yield or die." 'Yield or die' isn't what is centermost in my mind.   "Don't your boobs ever pop out of that thing?" Because if you have been paying any attention; I am an idiot where sex is even a remote possibility. Victoria can't meet my gaze but turns as red as her namesake.   "On a few occasions," she confessed. I'm thinking 'a few'. "Now I have a few more calls to make."   Yes, she's lost her ever-loving mind, and I have no reasonable expectation of exit or rescue. I won't be able to get up enough speed to bust out of the window so being on the first floor is meaningless. She has the deadbolt key and when I stack up my Tribbles against her Science Fiction fanaticism, I lose. She turns the monitor around and makes her next call. This one starts with the victory salute, but the one done with two fingers to each side.   "Excellent news," Vicky declares. "We have confirmation of the temporal events from Deep Space Nine. I have compelling data that I have encountered genetic derivatives of the dominant herbivorous life forms of Iota Geminorum IV." And everything went to turkey-based insanity after that. Again, they spoke rapidly in a language I knew nothing about. They acted like giddy little schoolgirls, just schoolgirls with their emotions surgically removed.   The final call went much same way except that this time, the tone of the language was like the second but with the taint of a sleazy pimp or grifter thinking she was a mob boss. These were the kinds of girls you never let babysit your kids if you ever wanted to see them again. The way Vic looked at me and the fellas made me worry about how long I could last in her brothel and inspired an unexpected sympathy for these pests.   "Zane, do you promise to stay here while I, umm, get some, umm outfits?" Victoria requests respectfully. She realizes she's asking me a bizarre favor. Balthazar's Balls, I've been tied to a cross; how much worse can this be? She scoots up to me, kisses me chastely on the lips and waits.   "It is a given that my morning class schedule is toast, and I'm no stranger to the entertainment industry so knock yourself out," I allow, but I will have to pee at some time."   "Check; I'll stop by the infirmary and get a catheter," she nods, then she kisses me lightly on the lips once more. "Thank you for this, Zane."   She's off like a shot but is careful enough to get the deadbolt on the way out. Since I doubt Ms. Reveal can get a fire-axe through the door if the building catches fire, my buddies and I really are going to experience total protonic reversal on a life-ending scale. Only now does it occur to me that these fuzzy navels might have toxic side effects.   I'm waiting around for God-knows how long when I hear some muffled noises, more muffled than having a Tribble in my ear.   Scratch, scratch, "Girl, you get away from that door," Ms. Reveal shouted (I guess).   "Quick, Mercy, hold her back," Rio shouted in response. "This deadbolt is a bitch."   A scuffle ensued and I tried to shout loud enough to call Rio off when I heard two rapid-fire thumps.   "Thank you, Ms. Black," Marisol Reveal huffed. Mercy had put up quite a fight, I guessed. "I will formally press charges when the Vice Chancellor returns."   "You will go and sit your ass behind your desk, you incompetent buffoon," Black snapped. "I will deal with this and if you bother me again today, or mention this incident to Scarlett, I swear you will never see your cat again; and if you don't hop-to in the next six seconds, I'll make an audio recording of me strangling that shit-dumper and play it by your bedroom window every night until you go mad. Do I make myself clear?"   "Ugh," is all I make out, but I hear Marisol's chair squeak soon after. The sound of a body, or bodies, being drug off faded away as Black left the office and headed down the hall. Hell, I warned Marisol. I can't do anything for Rio right now and I don't have too long to ruminate.   "Marisol, are you okay?" I hear Victoria ask her assistant. It is a testament to their bond that even the hysterical Doctor doesn't miss her friend's distress.   "Sorry, Victoria, I'm a bit, umm, heart-sick is all," Marisol murmurs. "Don't you worry about it."   "Well, when you want to talk about it, let me know," Victoria stated. Marisol must have nodded because no words were spoken and Victoria came in with two carry-on bags and three dress bags while kicking the trash bag box ahead of her. Happy fun time was about to begin.   "Sorry for the wait, Zane," Victoria told me.   "Doctor," I made a desperate Hail Mary plea for reason, "you are a highly respected educator. We really need to take a step back and re-examine what's going on here."   "Zane, this is my first teaching job ever," she related as she checked on the progress of her 'Trekkie' Posse.   "My doctorate is in Philosophy; my Master's Degrees are in Comparative Religions and Women's Studies," she informed me. "All my graduate work was done as a researcher. I've never had a student." I blink dumbly at her; and here I thought my opinion of the Board of Directors couldn't get worse.   Victoria goes over the language dance with her friends, switching fluidly from tongue to tongue in a manner that impresses and even fascinates me; and I've been to Bangkok where if you are trying to buy and/or sell anything and don't speak at least ten different languages or dialects, you might as well hand them your wallet or purse and go home. "Who do we need?" Vic said in English (just making sure everyone knows that the Tribbles aren't suddenly translating for me).   "Kar'Thon," Vor' Dura states eagerly; "This matter is a racial imperative."   "Are you sure the young man is old enough?" The second woman inquired. "Jarrod went all obsessive last time a boy crossed our path. We almost sent the kid to college."   "That's what you get for marrying a Ferengi," Dura snidely remarked, and the rest laughed along with it; meanwhile, I'm going 'a what?'   Some infighting goes on until Victoria and 'I married a Ferengi' call for peace, then babble a little more. Then the name 'Zane Braxton' comes up and I'm not sure I'm happy or sad that only one of them replies in what was clearly elation and surprise, the sleazy one knows of me.   "Zane, I need to surgically remove some of the alien organisms," Victoria tells me.   "It is going to sting like hell," I mutter, to which Vor' Dura says something and sleazy girl laughs. I do not like where this is going at all. On the bright side, Victoria doesn't rip one off of me right away; she goes over to one of the dress bags and opens it up.   She's pulling out bondage gear, oops, my bad; she's getting ready to put on Klingon body armor. I have lost all preconceptions of what I was dealing with once Scarlett began stripping in front of me. She even gave me an appreciative smile and I was the one who was doing the appreciating! The little fuckers started going off. Remember, they don't like being moved and I was moving some around at the moment.   No, my legs and arms were perfectly still but my crotch was striking up a chorus, its Handel's Messiah. There was this 'still' moment where Victoria stopped opening her blouse and the three strangers regarding me through the webcam became mute; then the laughter began. Victoria resumed her stripping but she couldn't stop smiling and snickering slightly.   The three, the Klingon uber-cook or whatever she was and her two unknown accomplices, were laughing so hard they could barely communicate. It got better; when I was fully aroused and stopped moving around my pants, they didn't shut up and I was suddenly, desperately searching my mind to know how long that song was.   This was because Vic got down to her, Oh, fuck, this white thong, and calling it white is generous as it looks like someone stole an under-achieving spider's web and gently placed it over her crotch, and I know my hard-on was not going anywhere but into something before it went away.   Victoria was working her make-up on when two of the voices got themselves together enough to ask something. Vic looked up at the web-cam, over to me, then said a few sentences.   "So, which one of you likes your ankles placed behind your ears?" I politely asked in Thai.   "What was that, Brax' Zane?" Victoria asked.   "I'm curious if I can take your virginity with my tongue?" I continued in Thai.   "I cannot understand you," Victoria said again. "What are, ah, "   "I think we should engage the Federation citizen in the Galactic Basic," the second voice requested of the room. The third voice, the sleaze, said one more then in her native tongue, then the second voice, and Victoria jumped on her.   "I said, 'I think the native is getting restless'," sleazy girl grudgingly repeated. "Now, I think we should see if our plan 1.0 can be implemented."   "Before the scourges make themselves hoarse shrilling out the hellish noise or I lose patience, transport over there, and kill them myself," Dura growled playfully. I'm glad someone else was having fun. Victoria walked up and took a deep breath, which caused her well-disciplined, thirty-ish breasts to bounce tantalizingly close. Her look was desperately fearful yet almost childlike too.   "Kar'Thon, I desperately require your assistance before these creatures drive me mad," I tried to sound masculine yet pleading. On the computer screen, Dura quickly slammed her right fist to her right shoulder; I was later to learn that was a salute.   "This is no way for a Starfleet cadet to die," Victoria beamed at me, "even if I know I must someday slaughter you in battle." Whoa, I've never considered NASA as a career choice.   Maybe Klingon bondage gear/standard uniform could change my mind. The first person to tell me university life is boring I will punt to the Moon.   "I am T'Luminareth of the Vulcan Science Academy and Reserve member of the Starfleet Exploration Corps here," the second voice spoke up. I caught sight of a picture of her with this, troll? Or maybe a dwarf with the worst case of cauliflower ear ever. "I would like to assure you that every logical effort is being put forth on your behalf."   "Is that right, Tight Luminescence? Is it going to kill you to show a fellow sentient an ounce of compassion when you know he is about to suffer a fatal toxic shock from prolonged exposure to these vermin?" the third girl snarkily interjected into the conversation. "I'm Hical Cretak, Romulan freebooter and purveyor of ancient, exotic, and misunderstood goods."   "You are a thief, and since you aren't in some asteroid prison, you must be an above average one," I said to the Romulan. "I confess that I am a bit happier to see a member of the Vulcan Science Academy since, well, I'm suffering a splintered memory. Some things make perfect sense but large details are simply missing." I figured I could provide Victoria some good game.   She began rubbing my crotch and there was an effect alright, two in fact. The simple and expectant one was my trouser titan trying to unchain itself so it could get revenge on all of Victoria's orifices for taunting him so. My torturous tiny titmice began belting 'Let's get it on' by Marvin Gaye. I think as an infant, I had a mobile playing this song in my crib.   I started to really admire T'Luminareth's acting ability because she alone kept it together. Victoria made larger and larger circles over my crotch up to my beltline while Dura and Hical lost it hysterically.   "Pssst," I murmured to Victoria. She looked at me and I darted my eyes toward her makeup kit and clothes. I am getting more clothes on her, why?   Besides, I'd gotten a better look at her suit and it didn't have a butt-zipper that said 'Come Get Some,' but those pants rolled down like a candy wrapper and that 'body armor' has a back flap. I'd have to get Rio a set and I doubted Victoria would deny me her armorer's number. I was definitely looking into getting Mercy a matching Orion Slave Girl outfit, and here people don't think I make constructive use of my time.   I was sure Victoria/Kar'Thon was breaking speed records to get herself ready while the other ladies began talking to me about a whole universe that was brand new to me. Getting three different and very conflicting versions of the rise of the Human-dominated Federation of Planets was amusing.   Out of the blue, T'Luminareth decided she was going to create a team to rapidly move to my planet and take me back for further study. Vor' Dora countered that and Hical gleefully sought out salvage rights for the wreckage of the two expeditions.   "That might not be possible," I intervened. "Some of what you've told me has fused some memories together." They all fell silent.   "At Starfleet Academy, an Engineering Team and a select group of cadets," I continued to fantasize, "were directed to work on a, phased ionic drive." Ion drive was 'old' tech, or so Hical had let slip. "The drive failed catastrophically and we couldn't save the impulse drive, power was failing, we couldn't transport. The phased ionic drive detonated in the planet's atmosphere, creating a trans-harmonic disruption. I don't know if there were other survivors of our vessel. I saw another vessel either investigating our explosion or attempting a rescue but they burned up on their approach," I looked pained. "I don't think I could communicate with them and the only survivor I could locate was Kar'Thon."   "Only a combination of our two vessels' technology has been able to punch a hole through the disruption and I'm not sure how long this effect will last." I now sounded grim but determined. "We probably need three things: We need to know if there were any special modifications to the Klingon Scout vessel because I don't think it was a standard model to get so close to an experimental Federation vessel."   "Secondly, someone needs to pry out of Starfleet the precise specifications of that vessel, and that's definitely not me," I confessed. "Finally, we need to find a way to fuse those two designs together because if Tribbles are already being affected by an increased magnetic field, how much longer do we have before even the planet's magnetic field collapses totally and we fry (a SciFi movie plot, thank you)."   Once more, there was silence and I was afraid I'd stepped way beyond my bounds. Only when I took in the masked facial expressions of Kar'Thon did I realize I'd done well. I was hit with the realization I was a word and a whisper away from having sex with her, she was so pleased with me.   "I have friends at Starfleet Academy and they might be able to shed a light on what their cadets were up to," T'Luminareth stated serenely, but I could see a fire in her eyes. "I will research into every work published on Phased Ionic Drives, and we may be forced to work on a theory of what went wrong in case Starfleet is not forthcoming."   "Not that I admit that the Klingon Empire ever had any such vessel operating in the area, Vor' Dura got out before Hical Cretak interrupted.   "You have an officer on the damn planet, you cowardly idiot," mocked Hical.   "I am a deserter," Kar'Thon declared. "I would say I was a 'scum of the Orion Colonies' but I found that you already claimed that title," she aimed at Hical.   "You must die, you traitorous dog," Dura jumped on the offered plum. Thon/Victoria wasn't a deserter but she was ready to take one for the team, so to speak. "The Klingon Empire cannot allow your stain on our honor to exist. Now that we finally have you pinned down, we are coming to end you once and for all, and if the Federation insists on harboring a traitor (we were theoretically in Federation space) then,   "I owe you a death, Vor' Dura," Thon seethed; "your death."   "You may not enter Federation space," T'Luminareth insisted.   "Before you two go to war, again, why don't you let me go in," Hical mediated. "I'm a free trader and have been to both Federation and Klingon planets."   "You are a spy," Vor' Dura growled.   "Being a successful agent doesn't make you any less of spy for your Romulan Senate," T'Luminareth seemed almost furious.   "Unfounded rumors started by my, Hical almost finished before the Tribbles screamed. Not as loud as they had for Ms. Black, but they now didn't like Thon around either, now that Victoria was a Klingon. Cordelia scares me; this time Hical had the little 'hiccup'.   "This is going to be fun," she chuckled, barely above a whisper.   "I will get these vermin no matter how much they hurt the frail human," Kar'Thon snarled, but Victoria's eyes blazed with fanatic amusement. I was mildly curious if she could even respond to her true name but decided not to test that. She pulled out a rather wicked looking knife that I had to double-take to make sure it was plastic.   The conversation went on around us as fictitious bits of data collided with innuendo, falsehoods, threats, and lies. This was roleplaying by some actors who took it as

We have a lot to unpack after one of the best pair of victories for Arizona athletics in recent memory. ESPN college basketball analyst Fran Fraschilla joins us to break down the Wildcats' win over No. 3 Florida, featuring a dominant debut by freshman Koa Peat. And former UA special teams captain Barrett Baker does a deep dive into the Cats' rout of Colorado, and a look ahead to Homecoming weekend vs. Kansas. Plus, Harrahs Ak-Chin Casino GM Mike Kintner joins us to make predictions for UA-Kansas and some of the other big college football matchups of the coming weekend.

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Shakira BioSnap a weekly updated Biography.Shakira has been making headlines with the triumphant conclusion of her Las Mujeres Ya No Lloran World Tour in her native Colombia, where she closed out a series of nine concerts that drew over 370 thousand fans across Bogotá, Barranquilla, Cali, and Medellín. The final show in Bogotá was a sold-out spectacle, featuring a special collaboration with the Women's Philharmonic of Bogotá on her song “La Pared.” Shakira expressed her deep emotional connection to her homeland, telling the crowd, “There is nothing like playing at home,” and thanking her country for their unwavering support. The tour, which has already played 64 concerts worldwide, is set to continue in Ecuador, Peru, Chile, Paraguay, Uruguay, and Argentina, wrapping up in Buenos Aires on December 11. According to Billboard, the tour has become the highest-grossing Latin tour ever by a woman, earning over 327 million dollars so far. Billboard recently honored Shakira with their Global Touring Icon award, which she received backstage at her Cali concert and dedicated to her entire team.The tour's production has been described as the most ambitious of her career, featuring elaborate stage design, custom fashion, and even a CGI animated version of Shakira created by Los Angeles-based Actual Objects. The show's set list has included classics like “Hips Don't Lie,” “La Tortura,” and “Inevitable,” as well as special guest appearances with artists like Maluma, Grupo Niche, and Wyclef Jean. Shakira's recent performances have been praised for their energy and emotional depth, solidifying her status as a global icon.On the business front, there have been no new major ventures reported, but her continued success with the tour and her recent accolades underscore her enduring influence in the music industry. Social media has been buzzing with fan reactions and highlights from her Colombian shows, with many praising her for bringing her world tour back to her roots. There are also unconfirmed reports of a potential new concert in Kololo, but details remain scarce and have not been officially announced.Get the best deals https://amzn.to/3ODvOtaThis content was created in partnership and with the help of Artificial Intelligence AI

Bridget, 6, returned home from St. Jude to a heartwarming welcome with a limousine and hundreds of cheering neighbors.

In this heartfelt Homecoming Sunday message titled “Tied for Fourteenth,” Rev. Ken Freshour — former associate pastor of Pleasant Grove Methodist Church (1986) — returns to share a powerful word on the meaning of the cross and the true cost of discipleship. With humor, warmth, and the wisdom of decades in ministry, Ken reflects on his early years at Pleasant Grove and reminds us that while “talent is cheap, dedication is costly.” Drawing from Luke 14:25–33, he challenges believers to count the cost, take up their cross, and live out the kind of faith that transforms lives. A moving message of gratitude, conviction, and deep faith — perfect for anyone seeking to rediscover the heart of Christian commitment.

John and Craig look at all the pleasant, normal people around them and ask, what happened to the weirdos? They root out the causes of cultural stagnation, offer potential solutions, and explore the entertainment that still finds a way to be weird. We also look at the tipping point between "wanting to write" and "actually writing," follow up on printer prices and billboard queens, and answer listener questions on soundtracks, adapting a podcast and feeling ownership over your ideas. In our bonus segment for premium members, we try to remember how we construct our personal narratives, and the pros and cons of remembering our past. Our LIVE book release show will be at Dynasty Typewriter in LA on November 30th — get your tickets now! Links: Scriptnotes LIVE! Book release show tickets at Dynasty Typewriter in LA The Uncool by Cameron Crowe Meet the Sisters Battling to Become L.A.'s New Billboard Queen by Mickey Rapkin for The Hollywood Reporter The Decline of Deviance by Adam Mastroianni Too Many Cooks Happiness (1998) Ken Russell Community tries to figure out if Nicholas Cage is good or bad Homecoming on Prime Video ChannelVue Servant of the Lake Some People Can't See Mental Images. The Consequences Are Profound by Larissa MacFarquhar for The New Yorker Preorder the Scriptnotes Book! Get a Scriptnotes T-shirt! Check out the Inneresting Newsletter Become a Scriptnotes Premium member, or gift a subscription (now with fewer emails!) Subscribe to Scriptnotes on YouTube Scriptnotes on Instagram John August on Bluesky and Instagram Outro by Jim Bond (send us yours!) Scriptnotes is produced by Drew Marquardt and edited by Matthew Chilelli. Email us at ask@johnaugust.com You can download the episode here.

Episode 200 is here... the boys discuss the first episode, the World Champion Dodgers, Disney princess, Bridge Day, Halloween, OHHS Girls Soccer, Coaching Carousel, WVU Basketball, WVU Football rewind, Kevin Brown, Phil's Wedding Snafu, Winning Record vs Ranked Teams, Colorado game preview, WVU Men's and Women's Soccer, Best Father/Son Duo, an unbelievable Homecoming tale, good customer service, Peter's Drive, Block Party and Derby Days, and the end of the Neal Brown era. 

On this week's episode of Keepin' It Strong Style, Jeremy Donovan and the “Young Boy” Joshua Smith are joined by Karen Peterson from POST Wrestling to break down the Hiroshi Tanahashi Final Homecoming show. The trio dives deep into all the major bouts — from Tanahashi's bid for Yota Tsuji's IWGP Global Championship to Hirooki Goto's quest to reclaim the IWGP World Heavyweight Title from Konosuke Takeshita. Plus, they unpack the latest rumors, politics, and speculation surrounding Tanahashi's potential retirement match at Wrestle Kingdom 20.Get Your Official Keepin' It Strong Style Merchandise: https://chopped-tees.com/collections/social-suplex-network/keepin-it-strong-styleJoin our Patreon for ad-free audio, live video streams, and other bonus content: https://www.patreon.com/KIStrongStyleFollow us on YouTube: @SocialSuplexFollow us on X: @SocialSuplex, @KIStrongStyle, @JeremyLDonovanFollow us on Instagram: @SocialSuplexLike us on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SocialSuplex/Join our Discord: https://discord.gg/QUaJfaCVisit our website for news, columns, and podcasts: https://socialsuplex.com/Join the Social Suplex community Facebook Group: The Wrestling (Squared) CircleKeepin' It Strong Style is the New Japan Pro Wrestling Podcast of the Social Suplex Podcast Network. Support the Social Podcast Network by leaving a rating and review on Apple Podcasts.Support this podcast at — https://redcircle.com/keepin-it-strong-style/donationsAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

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In this mini solo episode, Dr. Thema explores the profound connection between the loss of grief and the gifts of grief. She shares insights on how to cultivate inner peace and resilience amidst the life challenge of grief, emphasizing the importance of self-awareness and intentional practice. Discover how embracing love's imprint even in grief can lead to a more fulfilling existence. To learn more about coping with the pain of grief, check out Homecoming episodes 88 and 142 and Dr. Thema's books Homecoming, Reclaim Yourself, and Matters of the Heart.

Today on What's My Frame I'm joined by Broadway, film, and television director Sammi Cannold. Sammi is one of Forbes Magazine's 30 Under 30 in Hollywood & Entertainment, one of Variety's 10 Broadway Stars to Watch, one of Town & Country's Creative Aristocracy, and a Drama Desk Award winner. In 2025, she made her episodic directing debut helming Episode 2204 of Grey's Anatomy, was named a Sundance Writers Intensive Fellow, and was selected for Dolby and Antigravity Academy's Short Film Studio.Alongside her husband, she is developing her first feature film, The Homecoming, with the Sundance Institute. In theater and opera, she has directed over 15 full-scale productions on Broadway, at the Kennedy Center, at Lincoln Center, and beyond. Additional: A.R.T. Artistic Fellow, member of Cirque du Soleil's Creative Cognoscenti, Sundance Institute Theater Fellow, and work for CBS, ABC, Nickelodeon, and Apple TV+. B. A., Stanford University; M.A., Harvard University. sammicannold.com@sammi.cannold---What's My Frame, hosted by ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Laura Linda Bradley⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Join the WMF creative community now!Instagram: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@whatsmyframe⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠IMDb⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠What's My Frame? official site⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠What's My Frame? merch⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠

Read Luke 15:17 and hear the familiar parable of the prodigal son retold with a focus on sonship, God's overflowing grace, and the path from repentance to transformation. This episode reflects on the father's extravagant love, practical steps for prayer (PAUSE, REJOICE, ASK, YIELD), and how repentance opens the way for lasting change and restoration.

SJG, Vaughn, Josh, and Cobi hold a round table discussion about The HBCU sports round table.

Adam Munsterteiger and Brian Howell shared their thoughts from Folsom Field after covering Colorado's 52-17 loss to Arizona on Homecoming.

James and Christy review NJPW's Final Homecoming, Hiroshi Tanahashi's last stand in his home prefecture before his retirement on January 4th. Also Konuske Takeshita makes his first defense of his IWGP World Heavyweight Championship against Hirooki Goto, and the there is the final of the Super Junior Tag League as The House of Torture DOUKI and SHOW go up against the War Dogs Robbie X and Taiji Ishimori!

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Fluent Fiction - Italian: Homecoming Votes: A Family's Reunion with Italian Roots Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/it/episode/2025-11-01-07-38-20-it Story Transcript:It: I raggi del sole autunnale filtravano attraverso le foglie dorate che decoravano le strade del piccolo villaggio italiano.En: The rays of the autumn sun filtered through the golden leaves that decorated the streets of the small Italian village.It: Era il Giorno di Ognissanti, e l'aria era serena.En: It was All Saints' Day, and the air was serene.It: Le bandiere italiane ondeggiavano dolcemente nel vento mentre gli abitanti si avviavano verso il seggio elettorale, una struttura storica con muri di pietra coperti di edera.En: The bandiere italiane waved gently in the wind as the inhabitants headed towards the polling station, a historic building with stone walls covered in ivy.It: Luca, Alessia e il loro figlio adolescente Edoardo camminavano insieme.En: Luca, Alessia, and their teenage son Edoardo walked together.It: Era un giorno importante: la loro prima elezione in Italia dopo anni trascorsi all'estero.En: It was an important day: their first election in Italia after years spent abroad.It: Luca sentiva un misto di emozione e orgoglio.En: Luca felt a mix of excitement and pride.It: Voleva che Edoardo capisse il significato di quel gesto civico.En: He wanted Edoardo to understand the significance of that civic gesture.It: Alessia lo seguiva con pensieri diversi, domandandosi se il ritorno fosse stata la scelta giusta.En: Alessia followed with different thoughts, wondering if the return had been the right choice.It: "Edoardo," disse Luca con un sorriso, "sta per essere un giorno da ricordare."En: "Edoardo," said Luca with a smile, "this is going to be a day to remember."It: Edoardo fece spallucce, la sua mente altrove.En: Edoardo shrugged, his mind elsewhere.It: Pensava ai nuovi amici conosciuti a scuola e non condivideva lo stesso entusiasmo dei genitori per la votazione.En: He thought about the new friends he had made at school and did not share the same enthusiasm as his parents for the voting.It: Voleva solo sentirsi parte del gruppo.En: He just wanted to feel part of the group.It: Arrivarono al seggio elettorale, accolti dall'odore di caffè appena fatto e dalle voci dei compaesani che si scambiavano storie di elezioni passate.En: They arrived at the polling station, greeted by the smell of freshly brewed caffè and the voices of fellow villagers exchanging stories of past elections.It: Un anziano, con la pipa in mano, li osservò avvicinarsi.En: An elderly man, with a pipe in hand, watched them approach.It: "Luca, sei tu?"En: "Luca, is that you?"It: chiese con voce roca, riconoscendo l'uomo di anni addietro.En: he asked in a hoarse voice, recognizing the man from years ago.It: "Sì, sono io, Signor Bianchi!En: "Yes, it's me, Signor Bianchi!It: È passato tanto tempo," rispose Luca mentre alcuni ricordi d'infanzia riaffioravano.En: It's been so long," replied Luca as some childhood memories resurfaced.It: Edoardo seguiva con lo sguardo, incuriosito dall'incontro.En: Edoardo watched, intrigued by the meeting.It: Il Signor Bianchi era un custode della storia locale, sempre pronto a raccontare aneddoti del passato.En: Signor Bianchi was a keeper of the local history, always ready to tell anecdotes of the past.It: Guardò Edoardo e, con un sorriso caloroso, iniziò a raccontare storie di come la generazione di suo padre aveva costruito la comunità.En: He looked at Edoardo and, with a warm smile, began to tell stories of how his father's generation had built the community.It: Parlò di eventi storici, di campagne elettorali passate, e del significato di far parte attiva della società.En: He talked about historical events, past electoral campaigns, and the significance of being an active part of society.It: Edoardo, sempre più attento, iniziò a porre domande.En: Edoardo, increasingly attentive, began to ask questions.It: Voleva sapere di più delle storie che il Signor Bianchi narrava con tanto trasporto.En: He wanted to know more of the stories that Signor Bianchi narrated with such fervor.It: Improvvisamente, la distanza che sentiva sembrò colmarsi.En: Suddenly, the distance he felt seemed to bridge.It: Luca osservava la scena, percependo il cambiamento in Edoardo.En: Luca watched the scene, sensing the change in Edoardo.It: Sentiva nascere una piccola scintilla di interesse nel figlio.En: He felt a small spark of interest being born in his son.It: Alessia, accanto a lui, notò i lati positivi del ritorno: il ritrovare le radici e costruire un futuro in un luogo che, per quanto nuovo adesso, era casa.En: Alessia, next to him, noticed the positives of returning: rediscovering roots and building a future in a place that, although new now, was home.It: Dopo aver votato, la famiglia uscì dall'edificio con un nuovo spirito.En: After voting, the family left the building with a new spirit.It: Edoardo camminava tra i genitori, ora più coinvolto nelle loro conversazioni.En: Edoardo walked between his parents, now more involved in their conversations.It: Forse, pensava, c'era qualcosa di importante in tutto questo.En: Perhaps, he thought, there was something important in all this.It: Luca si sentiva più comprensivo verso i bisogni di Edoardo, consapevole delle sue difficoltà nel trovare un posto nel "nuovo" vecchio mondo.En: Luca felt more understanding towards Edoardo's needs, aware of his struggles in finding a place in the "new" old world.It: Edoardo, d'altra parte, sentiva per la prima volta una connessione genuina con la sua eredità.En: Edoardo, for his part, felt for the first time a genuine connection with his heritage.It: Mentre le foglie autunnali continuavano a cadere, segnavano l'inizio di una nuova stagione per loro.En: As the autumn leaves continued to fall, they marked the beginning of a new season for them.It: Un capitolo di ricongiungimento e scoperta.En: A chapter of reconnection and discovery. Vocabulary Words:the rays: i raggiautumn: autunnaleto filter: filtrarethe leaves: le fogliegolden: dorateto decorate: decorarethe inhabitants: gli abitantithe polling station: il seggio elettoralethe building: la strutturathe stone: la pietraivy: ederato spend: trascorrerepride: orgogliothe civic gesture: il gesto civicothe election: la votazionethe school: la scuolafreshly brewed: appena fattothe villagers: i compaesanito exchange: scambiarethe pipe: la pipahoarse: rocathe childhood memories: i ricordi d'infanziathe keeper: il custodeanecdotes: aneddotithe fervor: il trasportothe spark: la scintillathe roots: le radiciheritage: ereditàthe chapter: il capitolothe discovery: la scoperta

On this week’s MiniPod of Native Land Pod, it’s a boys takeover. Andrew Gillum and Bakari Sellers discuss the recent spate of violence during homecoming weekend at our HBCUs. Both Howard University in D.C. and Lincoln University in Pennsylvania have seen shooting incidents in a single weekend. How do we protect our students from future violence? What commonalities are there that explain these events? And of course we’ll hear from you! If you’d like to submit a question, check out our tutorial video: http://www.instagram.com/reel/C5j_oBXLIg0/ and send to @nativelandpod. Welcome home y’all! —--------- We want to hear from you! Send us a video @nativelandpod and we may feature you on the podcast. Instagram X/Twitter Facebook NativeLandPod.com Watch full episodes of Native Land Pod here on YouTube. Native Land Pod is brought to you by Reasoned Choice Media. Thank you to the Native Land Pod team: Angela Rye as host, executive producer, and cofounder of Reasoned Choice Media; Tiffany Cross as host and producer, Andrew Gillum as host and producer, Bakari Sellers as host and producer, and Lauren Hansen as executive producer; LoLo Mychael is our research producer, and Nikolas Harter is our editor and producer. Special thanks to Chris Morrow and Lenard McKelvey, co-founders of Reasoned Choice Media. Theme music created by Daniel Laurent.See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Adam Munsterteiger and Brian Howell share their final thoughts prior to Colorado's home contest against the Wildcats.

The guys are back with a new episode and its a fun one. Ez talks about his visit back to the "Real HU" for Homecoming, Rob talks about his Olympics bound niece, high school updates and more.   The fellas also discuss Watson on Paramount + and robots in City work.   Thanks for listening to the @supadupapod. Produced by : Ez McMahon Music By: @purekwest YouTube: http://www.youtube.com/@hp53productions58 hp53productions.com Email: supadupapod@gmail.com IG: @supadupapod, @hp53productions TikToK: @supadupapod

Luke Jones and Nestor discuss homecoming return of Lamar Jackson in victory over hapless Dolphins The post Luke Jones and Nestor discuss homecoming return of Lamar Jackson in victory over hapless Dolphins first appeared on Baltimore Positive WNST.

Archie Moore's award winning work 'kith and kin' comes home to Brisbane.Larissa speaks with journalist David Marr and Writer Cheryl Levy examining the impact of  tracing his family history through archives and coronial records, and how that reflected kinship and connection.

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Is there an age limit for Homecoming? On this week's episode of Black News, Kennelia discusses the online discourse around people saying HBCU Homecomings should only be for the young; the growing trend of people being angry and mean online; the alleged gambling in the NBA; and Verzuz in Vegas. Be sure to continue supporting Black News by liking & subscribing on all apps where podcasts can be heard.

Today, the Spotlight shines On composer, trumpeter, and producer Peter Knight.Peter Knight has spent decades working in the spaces between genres and cultures. His latest project brings together 40,000-year-old Indigenous Australian songs with contemporary electroacoustic music through Hand to Earth's new album, the title of which translates as "the scent of home." The record finds Peter collaborating with Indigenous songkeepers Daniel and David Wilfred alongside Korean vocalist Sunny Kim, creating music that honors ancient traditions while pushing into new sonic territory.He's here to walk us through this remarkable collaboration and share how his work with the Australian Art Orchestra shaped his understanding of music as a bridge between worlds.(The musical excerpts heard in the interview are from Hand to Earth's album Ŋurru Wäŋa)–Dig Deeper• Hand to Earth - Contemporary Australian ensembleHand to Earth on Peter Knight's websiteHand to Earth page on Australian Art Orchestra site• Ŋurru Wäŋa (The Scent of Home) - Latest albumAlbum on Room40 BandcampAlbum info on Room40 website• MOKUY - Previous Hand to Earth album (2023)Album on Room40 BandcampAlbum info on Room40 website• Peter Knight - Official Website: peterknightmusic.com• Lawrence English's A Young Person's Guide to Hustling in the Arts• Dig into this episode's complete show notes at spotlightonpodcast.com–• Did you enjoy this episode? Please share it with a friend! You can also rate Spotlight On ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ and leave a review on Apple Podcasts. • Subscribe! Be the first to check out each new episode of Spotlight On in your podcast app of choice. • Looking for more? Visit spotlightonpodcast.com for bonus content, web-only interviews + features, and the Spotlight On email newsletter. You can also follow us on Bluesky, Mastodon, YouTube, and LinkedIn. • Be sure to bookmark our online magazine, The Tonearm! → thetonearm.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The boys are back on the mics, all three of 'em, to talk over Pitt's beatdown of NC State, the first West Coast Duzz Cruise, Jeff Capel Cookin', and Weeks 9 and 10 in college football. If you liked the podcast, be sure to follow us on Twitter or Bluesky and rate us on your podcast app of choice! It helps out the show tremendously. Hosted & Produced by Zack Kaminski, who writes on Substack and has been featured on Meet at Midfield. Co-hosted by Ian Labatch and Mason Kling. Podcast Art & Logo were commissioned from friend of the show Birdblitz.Contact us by email at semplefipodcast@gmail.com

Today, the Spotlight shines On composer, trumpeter, and producer Peter Knight.Peter Knight has spent decades working in the spaces between genres and cultures. His latest project brings together 40,000-year-old Indigenous Australian songs with contemporary electroacoustic music through Hand to Earth's new album, the title of which translates as "the scent of home." The record finds Peter collaborating with Indigenous songkeepers Daniel and David Wilfred alongside Korean vocalist Sunny Kim, creating music that honors ancient traditions while pushing into new sonic territory.He's here to walk us through this remarkable collaboration and share how his work with the Australian Art Orchestra shaped his understanding of music as a bridge between worlds.(The musical excerpts heard in the interview are from Hand to Earth's album Ŋurru Wäŋa)–Dig Deeper• Hand to Earth - Contemporary Australian ensembleHand to Earth on Peter Knight's websiteHand to Earth page on Australian Art Orchestra site• Ŋurru Wäŋa (The Scent of Home) - Latest albumAlbum on Room40 BandcampAlbum info on Room40 website• MOKUY - Previous Hand to Earth album (2023)Album on Room40 BandcampAlbum info on Room40 website• Peter Knight - Official Website: peterknightmusic.com• Lawrence English's A Young Person's Guide to Hustling in the Arts• Dig into this episode's complete show notes at spotlightonpodcast.com–• Did you enjoy this episode? Please share it with a friend! You can also rate Spotlight On ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ and leave a review on Apple Podcasts. • Subscribe! Be the first to check out each new episode of Spotlight On in your podcast app of choice. • Looking for more? Visit spotlightonpodcast.com for bonus content, web-only interviews + features, and the Spotlight On email newsletter. You can also follow us on Bluesky, Mastodon, YouTube, and LinkedIn. • Be sure to bookmark our online magazine, The Tonearm! → thetonearm.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Jeff Brodie, Christine Birch, and Luke Crawford look back on Sacred Homecoming—four nights and three mornings where God showed up in powerful ways. From heartfelt repentance to spontaneous baptisms, it was a week filled with freedom, healing, joy, and a deep hunger for God's presence. Hear the stories, the moments that surprised us, and what it means to keep that fire burning—choosing posture over playbook and living with shameless persistence every day.

The Rangers get back in the win column with a much-needed 2–0 shutout over the Canucks in Vancouver — and the emotions were high as captain J.T. Miller returned to face his former team. Mollie Walker and Brian Boyle break down the statement win and how the Rangers identity is starting to take shape under Mike Sullivan. Plus the crew dives into Alexis Lafreniere's rough start and what needs to happen for him to fix it before its too late, along with injury updates on Matt Rempe and Vincent Trocheck and how the lineup changes could benefit the Rangers in the long run.All that and more on the newest episode of 'Up in the Blue Seats' Timecodes: 00:00- Intro 1:00- Win vs Canucks 5:08 J.T. Miller's return to Vancouver 14:29- Alexis Lafreniere's struggles 20:00- Matt Rempe injury update 22:55- Shifting around the lines Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Tulsa Football played its best game of the year on Homecoming, but came up just short against a very solid Temple team in dramatic overtime fashion. We talk about the choice to go for two, the play call, the Baylor Brody connection, the growth of the team, and plenty more.After that, since we've got another bye week coming up, friend of the show J.J. Cody-Fox joins the podcast for our annual "J.J.'s No Sports Zone" segment! Always love chatting with J.J. about anything & everything EXCEPT sports.Also - it's officially basketball season! The men's team played their exhibition game against East Central University on Tuesday, beating them 94-56, and have their first regular season game next week, so we spend a bit of time on men's hoops as well.

Oklahoma State diehard turned podcaster Kyle Alan takes on the task of putting his whole life on camera. This episode features Homecoming 2025, Bedlam football 2001, a new release from Sabaton, and a review of the self-titled Kiss debut. It also features the Horror Corner featuring new movie The Woman in the Yard

Chloe and Rachel are back from their escapades around Europe for a very international pod! And a certain very important England debut...Chloe celebrates Khiara Keating's first appearance between the sticks for England, while Rach explains that - despite the 2-1 defeat against a VERY pumped Brazil - the Lionesses showed their teeth in this game. But one listener asks if England have an Alessia Russo problem.Plus, Ireland bag a huge win in Dublin, mainly courtesy of Katie McCabe and partly courtesy of Nicky Evrard's back. And we give Jess Fishlock the goodbye she deserves by putting a topknot on the Wales dragon. Join us!Please fill out Stak's listener survey! It'll help us learn more about the content you love so we can bring you even more - you'll also be entered into a competition to win one of five PlayStation 5's! Click here: https://bit.ly/staksurvey2025Follow us on X, Instagram, Bluesky and YouTube! Email us show@upfrontpod.com.For ad-free episodes and much more from across our football shows, head over to the Football Ramble Patreon and subscribe: patreon.com/footballramble.**Please rate and review us on Apple, Spotify or wherever you get your pods. It means a lot and makes it easy for other people to find us. Thank you!** Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Louisiana Tech celebrates its centennial Homecoming this week. There's no better guest to help celebrate the 100th year of the event with than University President Dr. Jim Henderson. Dr. Henderson discusses the significance of Homecoming, both personally and professionally, while also revealing details of his Halloween fit for the Friday night football game against Sam Houston. Plus, both his parents attended Tech. Dr. Henderson provides emotional testimony on how their impact, especially his father who played football for the legendary Joe Aillet, helped shape the way in which he lives his own life.See Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

After a big Homecoming win sets up a massive ranked vs ranked game this weekend, there is absolutely no better time for the Danco Transmission Bearcat Bounce Podcast. First Brent Young, Aaron Smith and Chad Brendel break down the 41-20 victory for the #17 Bearcats this time against the Baylor Bears and what needs to happen to continue the winning ways in a College Gameday appearanced contest at #24 Utah this Saturday. The crew then takes a look back at the rough basketball exhibition loss at Arkansas before diving head first into the Greg Hoodin BBP Mailbag. All of these and more this week on the BBP presented by BearcatJournal.com. Here are this week's Quick Paper Supply Timestamps 0:00 - 01:07:00 Quick Paper Supply Timestamp - Homecoming Kings 01:07:00 - 01:29:00 Quick Paper Supply Timestamp - Exhibition Games Don't Count 01:29:00 - 02:07:00 Quick Paper Supply Timestamp - Greg Hoodin BBP Mailbag

Today, we take you inside students' Halloweekend plans, look at the newly dedicated spaces in Prospect House, which just recently completed renovations, and check out the Princeton Tigers' performance at the homecoming game against Harvard Crimson.

Fluent Fiction - Hebrew: Reuniting Under the Sukkah: A Family's Heartfelt Homecoming Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/he/episode/2025-10-28-22-34-02-he Story Transcript:He: העלים המשיר מהעצים ברחבי נתב"ג, לובשים צבעי זהב של סתיו.En: The leaves shedding from the trees around Ben Gurion Airport are taking on the golden hues of autumn.He: היה זה חג סוכות, ונוסעים עוברים במתחם הנמל מתבוננים בסוכות הקטנות שהוקמו בסמוך.En: It was the holiday of Sukkot, and travelers passing through the airport area observed the small Sukkahs that had been set up nearby.He: איליעב עמד מחוץ לאולם קבלת הפנים, נרגש ונפעם.En: Eliyav stood outside the arrivals hall, excited and moved.He: הוא לא ראה את מירים אחותו כבר שנה שלמה, ועכשיו היא שבה מניו יורק עם טליה, הבת הקטנה שאימצה.En: He hadn't seen his sister Miriam for an entire year, and now she was returning from New York with Talia, the young girl she had adopted.He: על הפנים של איליעב ניכרו קווי מתח, תוצאה של ימים ארוכים בעבודה כאדריכל בתל אביב.En: Visible on Eliyav's face were lines of tension, the result of long days working as an architect in Tel Aviv.He: אך ברגע שראה את מירים דוחפת את העגלה עם טליה, הוא הרגיש קרן של שמחה.En: But the moment he saw Miriam pushing the stroller with Talia, he felt a beam of joy.He: בלב הוא רצה לנטוש את כל הלחץ בעבודה ולחזק את קשרי המשפחה, במיוחד עכשיו עם טליה.En: In his heart, he wanted to abandon all the work stress and strengthen family ties, especially now with Talia.He: מירים צעדה בזהירות, מרגישה את המבטים עליה, מהאני משפחת חדשה בארץ המוכרת לה כל כך.En: Miriam walked cautiously, feeling the eyes upon her, part of a new family in a land so familiar to her.He: היא חששה, בתקווה שאיליעב ושאר המשפחה יקבלו את טליה באהבה.En: She was apprehensive, hoping that Eliyav and the rest of the family would accept Talia with love.He: טליה, למרות גילה הצעיר, היתה תינוקת רכה ושלווה, ואנרגיה חיובית הקיפה אותה.En: Talia, despite her young age, was a gentle and serene baby, surrounded by positive energy.He: כשראה איליעב את אחותו נאבקת עם המזוודות וטליה חסרת מנוחה, הוא רץ לעזור לה.En: When Eliyav saw his sister struggling with the luggage and a restless Talia, he ran to help her.He: הוא חייך חיוך רחב, ואחז בתינוקת.En: He flashed a broad smile and held the baby.He: "ברוכה הבאה הביתה," אמר, והאמירה הרגיעה את הלב של מירים.En: "Welcome home," he said, and the statement eased Miriam's heart.He: במהלך סוכות, המשפחה ישבה יחד בסוכה החדשה, נהנתה מארוחה חגיגית.En: During Sukkot, the family sat together in the new Sukkah, enjoying a festive meal.He: הרוח נשבה בחוץ, אך בתוך הסוכה היה חם ומשפחתי.En: The wind was blowing outside, but inside the Sukkah, it was warm and familial.He: איליעב, שהקדיש את כל זמנו למשפחה, הרגיש פתאום שחרור וקרבה שלא חווה זמן רב.En: Eliyav, who had devoted all his time to the family, suddenly felt a release and closeness he hadn't experienced in a long time.He: "אתה יודע," אמרה מירים, תוך כדי שהיא מביטה בטליה משחקת בדשא, "אני כל כך שמחה לחזור.En: "You know," said Miriam, as she watched Talia play on the grass, "I am so happy to be back."He: " איליעב הנהן והתמלא באהבה וחוזק מחודש.En: Eliyav nodded, filled with renewed love and strength.He: העבודה תמתין, הוא הבין כעת שהמשפחה היא באמת במקום הראשון.En: The work could wait; he now understood that the family truly came first.He: הם חייכו אחד לשנייה, שמחים להתאחד תחת אותה הסוכה, תחת אותו הלב.En: They smiled at each other, happy to reunite under the same Sukkah, under the same heart. Vocabulary Words:shedding: המשירhues: צבעיautumn: סתיוobserved: מתבונניםcautiously: בזהירותapprehensive: חששהeased: הרגיעהfestive: חגיגיתrelease: שחרורcloseness: קרבהrenewed: מחודשreunite: להתאחדstruggling: נאבקתgentle: רכהpositive: חיוביתrestless: חסרת מנוחהfamilial: משפחתיdevoted: הקדישstroller: עגלהarchitect: אדריכלbeam: קרןabandon: לנטושserene: שלווהwelcomed: ברוכהstruggling: נאבקתadopted: אימצהaccept: יקבלוsmiled: חייכוfeeling: מרגישהenergy: אנרגיהBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/fluent-fiction-hebrew--5818690/support.

Fluent Fiction - Hungarian: Homebound: László's Soaring Journey to Family Reconnection Find the full episode transcript, vocabulary words, and more:fluentfiction.com/hu/episode/2025-10-28-07-38-20-hu Story Transcript:Hu: Az ősz szellője játékosan fújta a sárgásvörös leveleket a budapesti Liszt Ferenc Nemzetközi Repülőtér előtt.En: The autumn breeze playfully blew the yellowish-red leaves in front of the budapesti Liszt Ferenc Nemzetközi Repülőtér.Hu: László sietve lépett a terminálba; arca izgatottság és aggódás színdoménya volt.En: László hurriedly stepped into the terminal; his face was a spectrum of excitement and worry.Hu: A bőröndje alig gurult, ahogy a zsúfolt indulási csarnokban próbált utat találni magának.En: His suitcase barely rolled as he tried to find his way through the crowded departure hall.Hu: Néhány éve nem találkozott családjával, sok időt töltött külföldön a munkája miatt.En: He hadn't seen his family for a few years, having spent a lot of time abroad due to work.Hu: Most szeretett volna meglepetést okozni nekik a hamvas hazaérkezésével.En: Now he wished to surprise them with his unexpected return home.Hu: Az emberek mindenhol tülekedtek, siettek a saját útjuk felé.En: People jostled everywhere, hurrying along their own paths.Hu: László a jegypult felé vette az irányt, ahol egy hosszabb sor fogadta.En: László headed towards the ticket counter, where a long line awaited him.Hu: Kezdte érezni, hogy a dolga nem lesz egyszerű.En: He began to feel that things wouldn't be simple.Hu: Szerencsére a sor gyorsan haladt, de amikor végre ő következett, az ügyintéző gondterhelten nézett feléje.En: Fortunately, the line moved quickly, but when it was finally his turn, the attendant looked at him with concern.Hu: "Elnézést, uram, de a jegyével probléma van" - mondta a nő, akinek a névtáblája szerint Réka volt a neve.En: "Excuse me, sir, but there is a problem with your ticket," said the woman, whose name tag read Réka.Hu: László érezte, hogy a nyomás nő.En: László felt the pressure rising.Hu: "Mit tehetnék most?" kérdezte kétségbeesetten.En: "What can I do now?" he asked desperately.Hu: Megpróbálta lenyugtatni az emlékeit, amikor a Réka arcán átsuhanó kedvességes mosoly megnyugtatta.En: He tried to calm his racing thoughts when the kind smile that flitted across Réka's face reassured him.Hu: "Ne aggódjon, megpróbálok segíteni." Réka gyorsan nekilátott a számítógépnek, hogy megoldást találjon.En: "Don't worry, I'll try to help." Réka quickly set to work on the computer to find a solution.Hu: Ahogy a perc múlott, László feszülten figyelte a kijelzőket.En: As the minutes passed, László watched the screens tensely.Hu: A gépe harminc perc múlva indult.En: His plane was departing in thirty minutes.Hu: Rékára tekintett reménykedve, aki egyszer csak fellélegzett.En: He looked hopefully at Réka, who suddenly relaxed.Hu: "Sikerült megoldani a problémát! Azonnal menjen az A kapuhoz, még odaér időben."En: "The issue is resolved! Head to gate A immediately; you'll still make it in time."Hu: László hálásan megköszönte Rékának a segítségét, és elindult a beszállókapu felé, bőröndje gurulását gyorsítva.En: László gratefully thanked Réka for her assistance and headed toward the boarding gate, quickening the pace of his suitcase's wheels.Hu: Alig érkezett meg, és már sorban is állt.En: He barely arrived and was already standing in line.Hu: Mindenre elszánt volt, amikor végre bejutott a géptérbe, örömmel konstatálva, hogy sikeresen elindult a családi újrakezdés útján.En: He was determined when he finally entered the cabin, happily realizing he had successfully started his journey of family reconnection.Hu: Míg a gép felszállt, László kinézett az ablakon.En: As the plane took off, László looked out the window.Hu: A vidékre távoli fények pislogtak, és a hideg őszkék égbolt alatt ráébredt: a kapcsolatok és az emberi kötelékek sokkal fontosabbak, mint eddig észrevette volna.En: The distant lights of the countryside blinked, and under the cold autumn sky, he realized that relationships and human connections were far more important than he had previously noticed.Hu: Eldöntötte, hogy a jövőben mindig előrébb helyezi a családját.En: He decided that in the future, he would always prioritize his family.Hu: A gép egyenletes zúgása alatt már bizakodva gondolt a rövidesen elébe néző találkozásra, alig várva, hogy újra átölelje szeretteit.En: Amidst the steady hum of the plane, he confidently thought about the upcoming reunion, eagerly anticipating embracing his loved ones again.Hu: Észrevétlenül belső meleg érzés töltötte el. Talán mostantól minden más lesz.En: A warm feeling filled him unnoticed. Perhaps everything would be different from now on. Vocabulary Words:autumn: őszbreeze: szellőplayfully: játékosanspectrum: színdoményadepartures: indulásicrowded: zsúfoltjostled: tülekedtekdeparture: indulásiattendant: ügyintézőconcern: gondterheltendesperately: kétségbeesettenflitted: átsuhanóreassured: megnyugtattascreens: kijelzőkettensely: feszültenresolved: megoldaniboarding: beszállókapuquickening: gyorsítvacabin: géptérbereconnection: újrakezdéscountryside: vidékreblinked: pislogtakrealized: ráébredtrelationships: kapcsolatokconnections: kötelékekprioritize: előrébb helyezisteady: egyenleteshum: zúgásareunion: találkozásraanticipated: alig várva

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A tragic shooting at Lincoln University’s homecoming festivities left one person dead and six others wounded after gunfire erupted outside the school’s International Cultural Center late Saturday. Authorities believe multiple shooters were involved, but one man has been apprehended. Meanwhile, former First Lady Michelle Obama stirred conversation with remarks during a discussion with writer‐producer Mara Brock Akil suggesting that Black girls should consider starting to date in high school as part of developing relational and self-worth skills. In celebrity news, hip-hop mogul Sean "Diddy" Combs was officially projected for release from federal prison on May 8, 2028, following his 50-month sentence for two counts of transporting individuals for prostitution. And on the hip-hop feud front, Birdman publicly called out fellow rapper Turk during a high-profile Verzuz event. Turk was noticeably not there, and Birdman lambasted him while on stage. Website: https://www.urban1podcasts.com/rickey-smiley-morning-show See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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In this podcast, Nadine Whitney speaks with documentarians Maggie Miles & Trisha Morton-Thomas about the extraordinary documentary Journey Home, David Gulpilil.Journey Home, David Gulpilil is a sacred film which brings us into the funerary customs and that informed David's life. Maggie and Trisha follow David's remains from South Australia all the way to east Arnhem Land and along the way we see the impact that David had on not only the cinematic landscape of Australia but as a storyteller for Indigenous people in Australia.This is an extraordinary film that makes a wonderful companion piece to My Name is David Gulpilil.Follow us on Instagram, Facebook, and Bluesky @thecurbau. We are a completely independent and ad free website that lives on the support of listeners and readers just like you. Visit Patreon.com/thecurbau, where you can support our work from as little as $1 a month. If you are unable to financially support us, then please consider sharing this interview with your podcast loving friends.We'd also love it if you could rate and review us on the podcast player of your choice. Every review helps amplify the interviews and stories to a wider audience.Journey Home, David Gulpilil is in Australian cinemas from 30 October 2025. Visit Madman.com.au for further details. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

Have the Lionesses been brought back down to Earth after their huge Euros win? The European champions were beaten 2-1 by Brazil in their homecoming match. Lianne Sanderson breaks down that result with talkSPORT's Uma Gurav. Plus. she looks ahead to Tuesday's clash against Australia with the founder of The Halfway Line and Aussie football expert, Jamie Spangher! Man United's Hannah Blundell also joins the show to discuss their WSL and Champions League hopes this season! And we reflect upon Jess Fishlock's fantastic Wales career as she hangs up her international boots. Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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The Gamecocks host the Alabama Crimson Tide for Homecoming. JC and Mad Dog take a final look at the game, and set the table for some game day fun! To learn more about listener data and our privacy practices visit: https://www.audacyinc.com/privacy-policy Learn more about your ad choices. Visit https://podcastchoices.com/adchoices