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Join our host Marie-Claire Gould (@mariecgould) and special guest Rachael from Scavenger's Hoard (@scavengershoard) Scavenger's Hoard episodes are still available: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/scavengers-hoard-a-star-wars-podcast/id1176653293 Important Links and References: Save The Hunt for Ben Solo – https://x.com/hauntxmexthen And GoFundme for PCRF: https://gofund.me/b108af8d7 New York Times Square Billboard Organizer: https://x.com/BD_Neagle_ The Hunt for Ben Solo Site: https://sites.google.com/view/thehuntforbensolo/home/jtr Posters created by: […]

In this conversation, Peter discusses significant updates regarding the Midnight project, focusing on the transition to phase two, which involves scavenger mining. He explains how users can participate in browser-based mining for $NIGHT tokens, the support from centralized exchanges like Kraken for token claims, and the opportunity to earn tokens through delegation to state pool operators in the Cardano ecosystem. The conversation emphasizes the importance of being prepared and aware of potential scams in the mining process.TakeawaysPhase two of the Midnight project involves scavenger mining.Users can mine $NIGHT tokens directly through their browsers.No technical setup is required for scavenger mining.Kraken will support the claim process for $NIGHT tokens.Users can earn $NIGHT tokens by delegating to state pool operators.The scavenger mining event will last for 21 days.30 million $NIGHT tokens will be available daily during the event.It's crucial to verify if your stake pool operator runs a Midnight node.Be cautious of potential scams in browser-based mining.Support for the channel is appreciated through various means.Chapters00:00 Introduction to Midnight Updates02:53 Scavenger Mining Explained05:48 Centralized Exchange Support for $NIGHT Tokens08:34 Earning $NIGHT Tokens through DelegationDISCLAIMER: This content is for informational and educational purposes only and is not financial, investment, or legal advice. I am not affiliated with, nor compensated by, the project discussed—no tokens, payments, or incentives received. I do not hold a stake in the project, including private or future allocations. All views are my own, based on public information. Always do your own research and consult a licensed advisor before investing. Crypto investments carry high risk, and past performance is no guarantee of future results. I am not responsible for any decisions you make based on this content.

The raid on Portobello is on! How will our doughty pirates fare? And will Pierre ever get to deliver that message from the king to Martinique? The EOR Discord: https://discord.gg/xsDRFUXMVH  Back us on Patreon for lots of bonus content and an opportunity to game with members of the Order! https://www.patreon.com/esotericrp 

Will our heroes escape the burning windmill in time to foil the evil plans of Baron D'Argent? And what do portobello mushrooms have to do with any of this? Tune in to find out! The EOR Discord: https://discord.gg/xsDRFUXMVH  Back us on Patreon for lots of bonus content and an opportunity to game with members of the Order! https://www.patreon.com/esotericrp 

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Our ersatz pirates come ashore in Port Royal and soon find themselves on the trail for buried treasure... The EOR Discord: https://discord.gg/xsDRFUXMVH  Back us on Patreon for lots of bonus content and an opportunity to game with members of the Order! https://www.patreon.com/esotericrp 

Howdy doody toonarinos.We watched some sci-fi cartoons this week, we think anyway. One of them might not be sci-fi? We're not sure.We watched Arcane, a show based on a video game apparently, and Scavenger's Reign, a victim of HBO being a bunch of tossers.---⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/Toonhounds⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Rich Masters - @richmasters.bsky.socialSpivzy - @spivzy.bsky.socialmusic by VidaZen⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ https://vidazen.carrd.co/⁠

The NYC Yarn Crawl is this weekend -- an annual fall extravaganza in which fiber craft lovers off all kinds visit knitting stores across Manhattan and Brooklyn. There are events! Discounts! Scavenger hunts! And the opportunity to "touch, squeeze and sniff all the latest yarns," all while in community with fellow knitters. Kiana Malekzadeh, owner of West Village Knit and Needle, one of the stores on the Crawl previews the event.

One lowly pledge must satisfy the girls of Omega U. By QuothTheRamen - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Life as a lowly pledge The day I went to college I thought I had cleaned my last floor. Washed my last dish. Scrubbed my last toilet. I left home after five years too many of flipping burgers and dealing with other people's shit. I was done trying to make a bunch of assholes happy. It took all of one day in a frat to realize I was wrong. The world was filled with unhappy assholes, and they were all my problem."Pledge Needledick! Make sure the floor shines." Beko was the frat vice president. He was about as funny as a cold sore. But he was also a linebacker, so people generally felt obligated to laugh. "It's Cam." I said. "It's Cam what?" "It's Cam, Sir." I said. I did not sigh. It was difficult. "It's pledge Needledick now." Beko woofed. Like a dog. A retarded dog. "We are getting fucked up!" Shaun slid himself between Beko and me, smooth as anyone I had ever seen. "What Beko is trying to say is that today is your night on the chore rota Cam. All pledges take a turn." Shaun was the frat president. And he was probably going to be a senator. "No. I get it. Shit needs cleaning." I said. "Right. Spirit of brotherhood. Don't wait up." Shaun said. "Beko! What have I told you about pissing on the floor?" And, with the sloppy zip of a zipper, I was alone. I had the place to myself, piles of shit to clean up, and a fresh puddle of piss to mop. "I am so fucking stupid." I said. I pledged the frat because Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda was the place for business majors. Just this chapter alone had produced three Fortune 500 CEOs, a couple of Silicon valley royalty, and so many millionaires they stopped keeping track. And business is all about who you know. A poor boy from the shit end of the city who does not know anyone needs to change that. And so I did. And now I was picking up empties while the future leaders of the free world were getting shitfaced and laid. You would think that with so many rich bastards they would have a maid. I was well into the second hour and elbow deep in the world's most disgusting toilet when the doorbell rang. I didn't get up. I just kept scrubbing. Whoever they were here for it certainly was not me. The bell rang again. And again. And then someone starting pressing it like they'd been duct taped to the damn button and then had a seizure. I ripped off my yellow gloves, jogged to the door and opened it. "What the fu-" I started. I did not end that sentence. I saw where it was going, flagged it down, and gave it directions to a new and better place. "How can I help you?" I said. Is this because I am a good person? The kind of person who does not tear people's heads off for no reason? Of course not. I worked in fast food. It was because, on the other side of the door, stood a very pretty young Asian girl in heels, a knit skirt, and a sorority sweater so tight that it had to have been drawn on her. The girl blinked the blink of the slightly high, or the very dumb. "I'm here for Beko." she said. Dumb it is. "He's out right now. I can tell him you called." I said. She blinked again. "I didn't call. I walked." "Right. No. Totally get that. Do you want to leave a message?" "Nope. I want to see Beko." "Tell you what. Come on in. We'll call him." I said. "Let me just wash my hands." She walked in and, with a clear familiarity, walked over to our least disgusting couch and sat on it. I ran to the sink, scrubbed up and came out. Then I called Beko from my cell. He answered on the first ring. "Beko, it's me, Cam. I have a--" I looked at the Asian space cadet quizzically. "June." she said. "--June here to talk to you." "Needledick! I was watching porn on my phone." Beko shouted. Over what must have been one hell of a party. "Now I just see your stupid Needledick name on my phone. Hang up so I can see some titties." So I hung up. "He's very busy right now." I said. "Is there anything I can do for you?" "Is Joe here?" "No. Just me." "Louis?" "No. He's out." Ryan?" "No. I am the only one here. I am the only Alpha in the house. There is just me. I see you thinking of another name. But he is not here either. I assure you, I am the Alpha and the Omega of people in this house." She looked confused. "No. I am the Omega. Omega Chi Upsilon Mu." She said. Now I was confused. Omega was almost a honor society. It was not your run of the mill sorority. "Pardon?" "I'm an Omega." She smiled. "And I am high as fuck." Ahh. So not dumb. Just really high. "Right. Well is there anyone else you need me to call? I don't want to blow you off, but I still have a lot of cleaning to do." I said. "I want to blow you off." "Is that a pot joke?" "No." She stopped, wrinkled up in a frown, then continued. "At least I don't think so. I need to blow an Alpha." "And why is that?"" "Scavenger hunt. You guys are worth forty points for a facial." "I'm sorry?" Let's step back for a moment. Time to create a Venn diagram. One circle will be "Woman who have sucked my dick." Small circle. Not empty. Filled with women to whom I am forever grateful. Let's have the other circle be "Women who are so fucking hot that I silently apologize after jerking off to their memory." Now, and I want to be totally clear on this, these circles do not intersect. Not even a little. They don't even get written out on the same piece of paper. Imagine too, a circle labelled "Women who let me cum on their face." This circle was empty. Back to the moment. "Tonight is the Omega Scavenger hunt. And I wanna win it." she said. Her smile was tempting me to make a bad decision. "So what do I do?" "Take off your pants. But leave on the Alpha sweatshirt." I reached for my belt, and then years of self-preservation kicked in. "Wait, Beko's not your boyfriend is he? Because he would have an easy time killing me and I would have a hard time stopping him." "Nope. He just has a nice dick." Which is exactly not what I want to think about when I next see Beko. I dropped my pants. Then I closed my eyes and waited for the someone to tell me that this was a terrible terrible prank. What I felt instead was warm breath across my the head of my dick. I cautiously opened one eye, then the other. She'd taken one of the couch cushions and put it on the floor in front of me. She was kneeling on it, her face just inches away from me. I was not hard. But that was not going to last. She traced her fingers up my thigh, sliding them slowly up, I bit my lip as I watched her. Her hand slid under my balls, then she ran a finger from my ass all the way to where they hung. All the while her hot breath surrounded me. I'd never watched myself get hard before, but it was happening so fast it barely registered. One minute her hand lightly cupped my balls and the next I am so damn hard that it almost slaps me in the stomach. "You like this?" She asked, as she ran her soft cheek along the head. "I'm neither dead nor gay, so yes." "Good." She said. The she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, holding it up. She leaned in and alternated between soft kisses and quick licks as she worked her way up. I balled my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms. She teased and licked her way up, until her mouth was just at the head. Then she looked up at me, winked, and took me in her mouth. I'd had my dick sucked before. I thought it was awesome. It turns out that everyone who came before was just shit. She ran her tongue under my shaft, her mouth wet and ready. She swirled it against the hole at the tip, then leaned in, taking inch after inch. She did not slow. She did not stop. She took me in until her nose was flush against me, her chin touching my balls. She winked again. And then slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, she let me out. Her tongue made every inch of my man flesh electric. I reached down to her head, but she just brushed me off, then waved her finger in the classic naughty naughty gesture. Chastened, I put my hands behind my head and groaned. She firmly wrapped one hand around my root, and with the other cupped my balls, pressing a finger against my taint. She leaned forward again, taking me until her lips reached her hand. She began to rock her head back and forth, slowly at first. Her hand stayed with her lips, making every rock a long slow stroke of my dick, with the wet miracle of her mouth keeping me on edge. I took a deep breath as she started speeding up. Every downstroke felt my cock getting wetter, every upstroke felt my balls getting tighter. Her free hand was rubbing my taint, teasing my balls, and driving me crazy. I felt my hips go loose as I adopted her rhythm. Pulling away when she pulled away. Pushing in as she pushed in. I felt myself in the back of her throat, then running the length of her tongue. She kept a wet suction that gave me no respite. I felt myself pushing the pace now. Seeing her, so gorgeous, so sexy so fucking good at sucking a cock was too much. I pushed so hard she gagged. I pulled out so far the cool air hit me. But she did not stop. Her grip on my shaft tighten. She slammed me into her mouth as if daring me to try to stop. I was off balance, standing on my toes, my dick falling into her amazing mouth, my eyes seeing stars. "Fucking Christ! I'm going to blow!" I said. She sped up, moving so fast she got blurry. I felt my load begin, rumbling from the depths of me up my shaft. She felt it too, and right when it was about to escape she learned back, her hands continuing to work the shaft. I exploded on to her. On her cheek, her perfect nose, her hair. And she put her face right against me. Pulling me still, milking every last drop onto her skin. I was in love. So it is a clear understatement when I say I was surprised when the flash went off. "Did you just take a selfie?" I said. "Yep. Gotta get the points." She said. "I forgot about that." And I had. This was clearly a one-time thing. But at least I closed the Venn diagram. "So June, could you send me that?" "Nope." "Right." I reached for the paper towel roll that remained from my cleaning and offered it to her. "Towel?" I said. She smiled the gorgeous smile, buried under layers of my spunk. "Nope. I'll wear it out. Extra five points." And, just like that, she was gone. It was the best thirty minutes of my life so far. Of course, by the end of the night it would be the third best thirty minutes of my life. One lowly pledge must make her nasty video dreams come true. I found pizza under a couch. Not a pizza box. No box to be found. Not a single slice, but instead eight slices, composing a whole pizza of what I can only assume was pepperoni pizza, all perfectly arranged under the couch. Like it was being delivered to hungry mice whose ordering reach far exceeds their grasp. Or a bunch of morons with the munchies. Fifty/fifty. I had been tempted, only briefly, to leave the pizza out as a reminder to my frat brothers to clean up after themselves. But, given the bags of filth I trucked out to the dumpster, this cause was lost. I tossed the pizza in with the condom wrappers, used dental floss, and random crusty Kleenex that so recently littered our floors. You might think that I would be unhappy, cleaning up after a couple dozen very well connected douchebags. And, on a normal night, you would be right. But this was not a normal night. This was a night in which the mere fact of my association with Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda resulted in me getting the kind of blow job reserved for men with excessive body hair, giant cigars, and private armies. A night in which one of the hottest women I had ever seen allowed me to not only cover a tile in ethnic bingo (Row: BJ, Column: Asian. Bingo!) but also had me paint her face like a drunken Jackson Pollack. So while I may be the lowest man on a very mangy totem pole, I was also a man who had had my pole waxed. I was in a post orgasm glow, and oscillated between absolute disbelief that I might ever be so lucky, and a profound fear that the best thing that might ever happen to me had already happened. It was deep into one of these swings into self-doubt, and deep into a pile of what I could only assume were once out dishes, that the doorbell rang. It may seem crazy to you that I did not run to the door. It may seem crazy to you that I did not even leave the dishes behind. But, to be clear, you are three hundred words into chapter two. I assumed I was living in the boring epilogue of chapter one. So I did not walk to the door. And I did not run. Instead I picked up the next sorry excuse for a plate and started scrubbing. The doorbell rang again. With feeling. And then again. Eventually I realized that whomever was pushing it was actually tapping out a beat. A lively bossa nova thing. And they were not going anywhere. No night is perfect. I put the dish down, dried off my hands, and walked to the door. The persistent beat made my feet want to run, but I kept them under control. I stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. "Welcome to Alpha Nu, how can I help you?" It was dark outside. But she was very blonde. The kind of blonde that happens when you have hair bleach and a wandering mind. The hair framed a lovely face, ghostly pale. And now I was staring. She smiled, a thousand watt thing. "You can help me by getting out of my way." "What?" "'How can you help me?'" She said. "You just asked. Then you got stupid." "Right. No. Come in. I'm Cam." I moved out of the way She pushed past me, pulling a giant roller bag. "I'm Mary. But everyone calls me Daisy." "Why is that?" She hit me with the smile again. "Because I tell them to." She put the bag down, then spun around like a Julie Andrews on a German mountain. This caused her slightly modest sundress to become much less modest, and gave me a lovely view of a pair of runner's legs. And I was staring again. "This will have to do. It's funny, because the place looks so classy outside. All bricks and ivy. Then you come in and it looks like someone threw up on the floor." She said. "Someone does throw up on the floor. Every day. His name is Ted. He calls it clearing his throat." Daisy looked at me with an expression that I could not place. Something between amused and irritated. "Let the artist work, dear." She said. "And that is not the visual I want in my head." She stalked around the room, framing parts with her fingers. "I want sultry. I want dark. I want something that oozes passion and hunger and need." She said. "It's a dump. A dump with couches that are so nasty they make crunching sounds when you sit on them." I said. "It needs lighting. It needs ambiance. It needs to be perfect." "Perfect for what?" I asked. "This!" She said. Then she handed me a piece of paper. I scanned it. "Is this a shot list?" "Of course. You can't direct without one." "And everything on this-" I waved the sheet. "Is going to happen here?" "Of course." "Who is playing willing young co-ed?" I asked. "Me. I am the star of all my works." "And who is playing the hard and ready young stud?" "Well Cam, I was going to audition the boys," She said. And then that smile almost knocked me down. "but you're the only one here. So... are you up for it?" I started pulling off my pants. She put a hand on my chest. "Hold up cowboy. You've seen the shot list. Not until scene 3. Now help me set up." You might think a roller bag would only hold a small amount of film equipment. You would be wrong. You might think that setting up lights, area mikes, a camera, and a bunch of shit that I do not have names for would be difficult with an erection. You would be right. But, given the proper motivation, all work can be rewarding. "I've never seen anyone work so fast." She said. "I'm a lover of film." I said. "You know, I don't normally ask questions when an absurdly attractive woman asks me to make a porno with her-" "You get asked that a lot?" She said, as she was draping sheets over the couch. "More than I'd have ever thought." I said. "But why are we making a porno?" "Because I am an Omega Mu. And this is our annual scavenger hunt." She said. "This video should be worth 355 points, should you be able to keep your load in for every shot." "So, I'm just going to ask this." I said. I looked up and saw her fiddling with the camera. It took me a second to refocus from looking down her dress at her very impressive rack. She caught me looking, and smiled behind the viewfinder. "Why are you doing this at all. This is not me trying to scare you away, I am just really curious." She stopped for a second, and pulled a couple of wispy blonde strands from in front of her face to behind her ear. I don't know that I believe in any god, but if one exists he must be damn happy with his work here. "Do you know how competitive Omega Mu is? The girls there are driven to be great. They will walk off this campus and into lives that most people only dream of. And I'm a film major. They don't respect what I do. They don't understand it. Most of them can't even be bothered to stay awake during my films." She stepped close, so close I could smell strawberries and the faintest hint of excitement. "But they will stay awake for this one. By the time I'm done showing it to them they'll be sitting in puddles of their own juice, awkwardly fidgeting and looking for any excuse to get back to their rooms and get their stuck up snatches off. That room will absolutely stink of arousal and lust and need. And they will know that I am one hell of a filmmaker." My dick was threatening to leave my body and go into orbit. "Is the camera rolling? I need it to be rolling." I said. She pointed at the red light. "It's been rolling for the last five minutes. Take off your shirt." I took my shirt off so damn fast I nearly sprained my shoulders. "I don't have a script." "We'll improvise." She closed her eyes and leaned in. I laid my fingers on top of her hand, gliding them up her arm, to her shoulders. I traced her collarbone, then ran them up her neck, to her cheek. Her lips parted. I leaned in to meet them with my own. I felt a slight shudder as they touched, and I wondered if perhaps all her confidence masked a delicacy, a pure and innocent nature, uncorrupted by all the debauchery that surrounds her. Then I felt a firm hand against my chest. It shoved me on to the couch. I fell with no resistance. She walked up to me, put one leg up by my head and pulled up her dress, revealing absolutely no underwear. "You will lick the living shit out of my pussy. If you're lucky I'll let you lick my ass. And If you do a very good job at that I will let you put that monster trying to escape your jeans balls deep inside me." I am a terrible judge of character. That delicate flower ground her incredibly wet pussy into my face. I am not the smartest guy. And I am no actor. But I certainly take direction. I put my hands on her thighs to steady her, then teased her outer lips with my tongue, splitting them, letting them close, tasting her mix of sweat and natural lubrication. I pulled the inner lips between mine, tracing them up to the hard nub. I ran my lips against it, lightly at first, teasing it with my tongue. She rocked her hips into my face, grinding her clit against my lips. I sped up my tongue to meet her urgency, tightening my grip on her legs, pulling her into me. Her juices flowed all over my jaw, pooling on my chest. She lowered her hands to my head and pulled me in so tight I could barely breathe. "Faster you bastard! If I don't get off you don't get off." Being a gentleman, I obliged the lady. But I knew that speed alone was not going to be enough. I freed one of my hands and ran it between her legs. I took her clit between my lips and raced my tongue along it, feeling it pulse with her arousal. A feeling matched only with the untended arousal currently in my pants. "You can't go too hard with me. And you sure as hell aren't going hard enough." I am competitive. Ninety nine percent of the time it is a terrible flaw. This day, not so much. I found an extra gear and pulsed my tongue against her, moving so fast that I got sloppy, and was licking the whole of her pubis. I slipped a couple fingers into her depths, probing until I found the rough patch of her G-spot, then timed my strokes outside with those inside. "Fuck. Just keep doing that." She said. Then words became groans, moved to soft moans, quickly strung together and rising in pitch. I kept up a steady rhythm, feeling her body stiffen, her strong legs go taut, her breathing get ragged. "Fuck me." She shouted. "Fuck Me!" She pulled my head in hard, rubbing herself against me. Her clit ground against me, tracing a wet line on my lips. She gasped, then caught her breath. "Fuck" Her body went slack. I eased my lips off of her. Took my fingers out, running them along my tongue to capture the taste. I lowered her to the couch, then reached for my belt. She smiled. And I wanted her so badly that there was no terrible thing I would not have done. "Not yet. You're only halfway there. And I need more points." And with that she spread her legs, then pulled her knees in. Now, to be clear, at that point I'd have cut off my left arm to fuck her. So eating her ass was not going to be a problem. I dove right the fuck in. I kissed the cutest pinkest prettiest little asshole that I had ever seen. It was wet with her juices and my spit, and I could not help but run my lips upon the rim. She gasped when my lips touched, and it puckered tightly. I blew on it, seeing it shrink with the cold. I ran my tongue under it, watching it loosen as she got aroused. He hands drifted to her pussy, and she spread it apart with one, then ran two fingers through. A delicate strand of drool ran between her fingers and her pussy, and it was all I could do to not ram my tongue against her pretty pucker. My resolve lasted for about two seconds. Then she started grinding her wet fingertips on her clit and I started pushing my tongue against her. Probing for resistance, feeling her tense. I could hear her fingers, sloppily running, making the wet noises of sex and driving me out of my goddamn mind. She sped up and I pushed my tongue right against her flower. I'd read her rhythm, I waited for my moment, and when it came I pushed into her ass. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" She shouted. I didn't stop. It felt like a compliment. I ran my fingers into her again, easing in a couple, felling myself fill her, wanting so much to put more into her. She rocked herself back and forth, using me as a tool to get her off. I was happy with this arrangement. Tongue, fingers and mind were all synchronized as she took control. Her breathing sped up, but I kept my pace. Her rocking increased, her hungry pussy pulling my fingers in, but I was patient. I knew I would get what I wanted and she was about to get hers. "Don't. Fuck. This. Up." She said. Each word punctuated with a thrust. "I'm. Going. To. Cum." And as she said it I felt the signs. She bottomed out on my fingers, her wet pussy spasmed against them. Her ass rippled against my tongue, Her toes curled, and then I got a face full of what I can only assume was her ejaculate. Given what I had done to June it only felt fair. Daisy put both legs on the ground and stood up. Her dress fell back over her assets, robbing me of the wonderful view. "That was worth an extra 20 points. So I am very happy." She said. "I think it is time to make you very happy. Take off your pants." You can't rip off blue jeans. Denim is not a fabric that rips. But you can get them off so fast that short one high speed camera no one can tell the difference. "Stay on the couch." She said. She lifted one spaghetti strap and slowly pulled it over her shoulder. Then the other one. The dress fell noiselessly to the ground. She wore no bra. She didn't need one. Her breasts were as amazing as I had hoped, and the rest of her runner's body was more than I could possibly have dreamed. Taut muscle and soft flesh played in perfect harmony. She stepped towards me, putting one knee outside my legs, then the other. She lifted herself up on her knees, so that she could look down on me, her perfect breasts damn near poking my eyes out. "How badly do you want to fuck me." She said. I could feel all of the wet between her legs dripping on me. My dick twitched like a divining rod on the Mississippi. I looked into those amazing blue eyes and said "A lot." She smiled. "I'll fix that in editing." Then she lowered herself onto me. I wanted to thrust. To take her. To put my hands on her hips, give in to the animal inside me, and slam myself into that perfect wet pussy until I exploded deep within her. But I did not. It nearly killed me, but I kept my shit together. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I felt the lips slowly divide, taking in the head. There was no friction, just heat and wet. She put her forearms on my shoulder, leaned in close, pressed her chest against mine, and brought her lips to my ear. "I love the way you smell. Your sweat and my juices have me so fucking hot." I didn't say anything. I couldn't. She lowered herself a little more. I felt the first inch of me squeezed into her depths. "You want to take me. Use me. The way I used you." I groaned. Her tongue teased my ear. She pushed further, inviting more of me in. "I don't know how you're holding off. Am I not wet enough for you? Tight enough?" I said nothing. My concentration was all I had left. She slid down a bit, her wetness running down my shaft. "Or maybe you're not man enough to take what you want." I put my hands on her hips. Put my lips to her ears. And I stage whispered, loud enough for the camera to hear. "You talk too much." My hips rose. Hers descended. She gasped, but I had been patient for too long. I lifted her, pulled out, then pushed back in. I lifted one arm around her back and pulled her close to me, feeling those tremendous breasts push against me, feeling the muscles in her back tighten. "You're going to match me, stroke for stroke. You are going to match my pace, you are going to match my enthusiasm, and I swear to god you are going to cum with me. I have done everything you wanted. Everything you told me to do. And I am going to fuck the shit out of you." She stopped. And I was struck with terror that I had overplayed my hand. But that smile, dear lord that smile. "I knew you had it in you tiger." She lowered herself to meet me. We started slow, with her walls teasing every bit of me. Each deliberate thrust brought with it a host of mind bending sensations. I locked eyes with her. Saw her passion and need as she pulled me in. Watched her groan every time I bottomed out, watched her grind her pubic bone against mine, trying to get all the stimulation she could. I could have gone forever, but she was a performer. Her pace quickened. I sped up to match. I lowered my head to her breast. She pulled me in, forcing it into my mouth, responding to the suction, the delicate nibble,. My speed increasing, my erection an iron bar straining inside her. Her moans getting louder, my excitement reaching a crest. All pretense of erotic sex had been abandoned. I pushed myself into her with violence, she responded in kind. Our bodies slapped against each other. My hands were gripping her hard runner's ass for dear life, her nails dug into my back. The only word I could say was fuck. The only thing I could do was fuck, All I ever wanted to do was fuck. But all the servicing of this woman had taken its toll. No man could resist her for long. "Now cum for me." I said. I don't know who came first. I came so hard I blacked out for a second, every sense shutting down so that I could bust the world's most righteous nut. She had taken me all the way into her, so deep I could feel every bit of the inside of her, and it was all squeezing me as she pulsed through her own orgasm. I don't know if I've ever cum more. I'm not sure I could. After a minute she stretched out, still impaled on me, giving me an eyeful that I will take with me to the grave and far beyond. "And cut." She said. Then she got up and walked to the camera. Everything I'd left behind was running down her leg and she did not mind at all. "Are you sure you've never acted before? You seem like a natural." "Is this pillow talk?" "No. A direct question." "Ahh. No. Not since I was a tree in the 3rd grade musical." She finished packing the camera. "You must have been one hell of a tree. Now help me clean up." I broke down the lights and the mics. I stole every glance I could. If this was going to be the best night of my life I wanted to remember every bit of it. Far too quickly we were packed. She pulled on her dress. I pulled on my clothes. She turned to leave. "Daisy. stop." I said. "Can I give you my number? In case of rewrites or something?" Daisy reached into her bag, and pulled something out. The she hit me with that smile one last time. "Here's my card. I'll be honest, your ear for dialogue is shit, so you will in no way be involved with a rewrite." She said. "But, if you are ever looking to fuck again, my cell is on the back." I stood stock still and watched her walk away. Shock does terrible things to a man. Then I spent the next fifteen minutes memorizing her phone number, because I am not a complete idiot. The day may come when I forget who I am, where I came from, and everything I have ever cared about. And on that day will still be able to recite all 10 fucking digits because some shit is too damn important to forget.  By QuothTheRamen for Literotica

One lowly pledge must satisfy the girls of Omega U. By QuothTheRamen - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Life as a lowly pledge The day I went to college I thought I had cleaned my last floor. Washed my last dish. Scrubbed my last toilet. I left home after five years too many of flipping burgers and dealing with other people's shit. I was done trying to make a bunch of assholes happy. It took all of one day in a frat to realize I was wrong. The world was filled with unhappy assholes, and they were all my problem."Pledge Needledick! Make sure the floor shines." Beko was the frat vice president. He was about as funny as a cold sore. But he was also a linebacker, so people generally felt obligated to laugh. "It's Cam." I said. "It's Cam what?" "It's Cam, Sir." I said. I did not sigh. It was difficult. "It's pledge Needledick now." Beko woofed. Like a dog. A retarded dog. "We are getting fucked up!" Shaun slid himself between Beko and me, smooth as anyone I had ever seen. "What Beko is trying to say is that today is your night on the chore rota Cam. All pledges take a turn." Shaun was the frat president. And he was probably going to be a senator. "No. I get it. Shit needs cleaning." I said. "Right. Spirit of brotherhood. Don't wait up." Shaun said. "Beko! What have I told you about pissing on the floor?" And, with the sloppy zip of a zipper, I was alone. I had the place to myself, piles of shit to clean up, and a fresh puddle of piss to mop. "I am so fucking stupid." I said. I pledged the frat because Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda was the place for business majors. Just this chapter alone had produced three Fortune 500 CEOs, a couple of Silicon valley royalty, and so many millionaires they stopped keeping track. And business is all about who you know. A poor boy from the shit end of the city who does not know anyone needs to change that. And so I did. And now I was picking up empties while the future leaders of the free world were getting shitfaced and laid. You would think that with so many rich bastards they would have a maid. I was well into the second hour and elbow deep in the world's most disgusting toilet when the doorbell rang. I didn't get up. I just kept scrubbing. Whoever they were here for it certainly was not me. The bell rang again. And again. And then someone starting pressing it like they'd been duct taped to the damn button and then had a seizure. I ripped off my yellow gloves, jogged to the door and opened it. "What the fu-" I started. I did not end that sentence. I saw where it was going, flagged it down, and gave it directions to a new and better place. "How can I help you?" I said. Is this because I am a good person? The kind of person who does not tear people's heads off for no reason? Of course not. I worked in fast food. It was because, on the other side of the door, stood a very pretty young Asian girl in heels, a knit skirt, and a sorority sweater so tight that it had to have been drawn on her. The girl blinked the blink of the slightly high, or the very dumb. "I'm here for Beko." she said. Dumb it is. "He's out right now. I can tell him you called." I said. She blinked again. "I didn't call. I walked." "Right. No. Totally get that. Do you want to leave a message?" "Nope. I want to see Beko." "Tell you what. Come on in. We'll call him." I said. "Let me just wash my hands." She walked in and, with a clear familiarity, walked over to our least disgusting couch and sat on it. I ran to the sink, scrubbed up and came out. Then I called Beko from my cell. He answered on the first ring. "Beko, it's me, Cam. I have a--" I looked at the Asian space cadet quizzically. "June." she said. "--June here to talk to you." "Needledick! I was watching porn on my phone." Beko shouted. Over what must have been one hell of a party. "Now I just see your stupid Needledick name on my phone. Hang up so I can see some titties." So I hung up. "He's very busy right now." I said. "Is there anything I can do for you?" "Is Joe here?" "No. Just me." "Louis?" "No. He's out." Ryan?" "No. I am the only one here. I am the only Alpha in the house. There is just me. I see you thinking of another name. But he is not here either. I assure you, I am the Alpha and the Omega of people in this house." She looked confused. "No. I am the Omega. Omega Chi Upsilon Mu." She said. Now I was confused. Omega was almost a honor society. It was not your run of the mill sorority. "Pardon?" "I'm an Omega." She smiled. "And I am high as fuck." Ahh. So not dumb. Just really high. "Right. Well is there anyone else you need me to call? I don't want to blow you off, but I still have a lot of cleaning to do." I said. "I want to blow you off." "Is that a pot joke?" "No." She stopped, wrinkled up in a frown, then continued. "At least I don't think so. I need to blow an Alpha." "And why is that?"" "Scavenger hunt. You guys are worth forty points for a facial." "I'm sorry?" Let's step back for a moment. Time to create a Venn diagram. One circle will be "Woman who have sucked my dick." Small circle. Not empty. Filled with women to whom I am forever grateful. Let's have the other circle be "Women who are so fucking hot that I silently apologize after jerking off to their memory." Now, and I want to be totally clear on this, these circles do not intersect. Not even a little. They don't even get written out on the same piece of paper. Imagine too, a circle labelled "Women who let me cum on their face." This circle was empty. Back to the moment. "Tonight is the Omega Scavenger hunt. And I wanna win it." she said. Her smile was tempting me to make a bad decision. "So what do I do?" "Take off your pants. But leave on the Alpha sweatshirt." I reached for my belt, and then years of self-preservation kicked in. "Wait, Beko's not your boyfriend is he? Because he would have an easy time killing me and I would have a hard time stopping him." "Nope. He just has a nice dick." Which is exactly not what I want to think about when I next see Beko. I dropped my pants. Then I closed my eyes and waited for the someone to tell me that this was a terrible terrible prank. What I felt instead was warm breath across my the head of my dick. I cautiously opened one eye, then the other. She'd taken one of the couch cushions and put it on the floor in front of me. She was kneeling on it, her face just inches away from me. I was not hard. But that was not going to last. She traced her fingers up my thigh, sliding them slowly up, I bit my lip as I watched her. Her hand slid under my balls, then she ran a finger from my ass all the way to where they hung. All the while her hot breath surrounded me. I'd never watched myself get hard before, but it was happening so fast it barely registered. One minute her hand lightly cupped my balls and the next I am so damn hard that it almost slaps me in the stomach. "You like this?" She asked, as she ran her soft cheek along the head. "I'm neither dead nor gay, so yes." "Good." She said. The she wrapped her hand around the base of my shaft, holding it up. She leaned in and alternated between soft kisses and quick licks as she worked her way up. I balled my fists so hard that my nails dug into my palms. She teased and licked her way up, until her mouth was just at the head. Then she looked up at me, winked, and took me in her mouth. I'd had my dick sucked before. I thought it was awesome. It turns out that everyone who came before was just shit. She ran her tongue under my shaft, her mouth wet and ready. She swirled it against the hole at the tip, then leaned in, taking inch after inch. She did not slow. She did not stop. She took me in until her nose was flush against me, her chin touching my balls. She winked again. And then slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, she let me out. Her tongue made every inch of my man flesh electric. I reached down to her head, but she just brushed me off, then waved her finger in the classic naughty naughty gesture. Chastened, I put my hands behind my head and groaned. She firmly wrapped one hand around my root, and with the other cupped my balls, pressing a finger against my taint. She leaned forward again, taking me until her lips reached her hand. She began to rock her head back and forth, slowly at first. Her hand stayed with her lips, making every rock a long slow stroke of my dick, with the wet miracle of her mouth keeping me on edge. I took a deep breath as she started speeding up. Every downstroke felt my cock getting wetter, every upstroke felt my balls getting tighter. Her free hand was rubbing my taint, teasing my balls, and driving me crazy. I felt my hips go loose as I adopted her rhythm. Pulling away when she pulled away. Pushing in as she pushed in. I felt myself in the back of her throat, then running the length of her tongue. She kept a wet suction that gave me no respite. I felt myself pushing the pace now. Seeing her, so gorgeous, so sexy so fucking good at sucking a cock was too much. I pushed so hard she gagged. I pulled out so far the cool air hit me. But she did not stop. Her grip on my shaft tighten. She slammed me into her mouth as if daring me to try to stop. I was off balance, standing on my toes, my dick falling into her amazing mouth, my eyes seeing stars. "Fucking Christ! I'm going to blow!" I said. She sped up, moving so fast she got blurry. I felt my load begin, rumbling from the depths of me up my shaft. She felt it too, and right when it was about to escape she learned back, her hands continuing to work the shaft. I exploded on to her. On her cheek, her perfect nose, her hair. And she put her face right against me. Pulling me still, milking every last drop onto her skin. I was in love. So it is a clear understatement when I say I was surprised when the flash went off. "Did you just take a selfie?" I said. "Yep. Gotta get the points." She said. "I forgot about that." And I had. This was clearly a one-time thing. But at least I closed the Venn diagram. "So June, could you send me that?" "Nope." "Right." I reached for the paper towel roll that remained from my cleaning and offered it to her. "Towel?" I said. She smiled the gorgeous smile, buried under layers of my spunk. "Nope. I'll wear it out. Extra five points." And, just like that, she was gone. It was the best thirty minutes of my life so far. Of course, by the end of the night it would be the third best thirty minutes of my life. One lowly pledge must make her nasty video dreams come true. I found pizza under a couch. Not a pizza box. No box to be found. Not a single slice, but instead eight slices, composing a whole pizza of what I can only assume was pepperoni pizza, all perfectly arranged under the couch. Like it was being delivered to hungry mice whose ordering reach far exceeds their grasp. Or a bunch of morons with the munchies. Fifty/fifty. I had been tempted, only briefly, to leave the pizza out as a reminder to my frat brothers to clean up after themselves. But, given the bags of filth I trucked out to the dumpster, this cause was lost. I tossed the pizza in with the condom wrappers, used dental floss, and random crusty Kleenex that so recently littered our floors. You might think that I would be unhappy, cleaning up after a couple dozen very well connected douchebags. And, on a normal night, you would be right. But this was not a normal night. This was a night in which the mere fact of my association with Alpha Nu Alpha Lambda resulted in me getting the kind of blow job reserved for men with excessive body hair, giant cigars, and private armies. A night in which one of the hottest women I had ever seen allowed me to not only cover a tile in ethnic bingo (Row: BJ, Column: Asian. Bingo!) but also had me paint her face like a drunken Jackson Pollack. So while I may be the lowest man on a very mangy totem pole, I was also a man who had had my pole waxed. I was in a post orgasm glow, and oscillated between absolute disbelief that I might ever be so lucky, and a profound fear that the best thing that might ever happen to me had already happened. It was deep into one of these swings into self-doubt, and deep into a pile of what I could only assume were once out dishes, that the doorbell rang. It may seem crazy to you that I did not run to the door. It may seem crazy to you that I did not even leave the dishes behind. But, to be clear, you are three hundred words into chapter two. I assumed I was living in the boring epilogue of chapter one. So I did not walk to the door. And I did not run. Instead I picked up the next sorry excuse for a plate and started scrubbing. The doorbell rang again. With feeling. And then again. Eventually I realized that whomever was pushing it was actually tapping out a beat. A lively bossa nova thing. And they were not going anywhere. No night is perfect. I put the dish down, dried off my hands, and walked to the door. The persistent beat made my feet want to run, but I kept them under control. I stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and opened it. "Welcome to Alpha Nu, how can I help you?" It was dark outside. But she was very blonde. The kind of blonde that happens when you have hair bleach and a wandering mind. The hair framed a lovely face, ghostly pale. And now I was staring. She smiled, a thousand watt thing. "You can help me by getting out of my way." "What?" "'How can you help me?'" She said. "You just asked. Then you got stupid." "Right. No. Come in. I'm Cam." I moved out of the way She pushed past me, pulling a giant roller bag. "I'm Mary. But everyone calls me Daisy." "Why is that?" She hit me with the smile again. "Because I tell them to." She put the bag down, then spun around like a Julie Andrews on a German mountain. This caused her slightly modest sundress to become much less modest, and gave me a lovely view of a pair of runner's legs. And I was staring again. "This will have to do. It's funny, because the place looks so classy outside. All bricks and ivy. Then you come in and it looks like someone threw up on the floor." She said. "Someone does throw up on the floor. Every day. His name is Ted. He calls it clearing his throat." Daisy looked at me with an expression that I could not place. Something between amused and irritated. "Let the artist work, dear." She said. "And that is not the visual I want in my head." She stalked around the room, framing parts with her fingers. "I want sultry. I want dark. I want something that oozes passion and hunger and need." She said. "It's a dump. A dump with couches that are so nasty they make crunching sounds when you sit on them." I said. "It needs lighting. It needs ambiance. It needs to be perfect." "Perfect for what?" I asked. "This!" She said. Then she handed me a piece of paper. I scanned it. "Is this a shot list?" "Of course. You can't direct without one." "And everything on this-" I waved the sheet. "Is going to happen here?" "Of course." "Who is playing willing young co-ed?" I asked. "Me. I am the star of all my works." "And who is playing the hard and ready young stud?" "Well Cam, I was going to audition the boys," She said. And then that smile almost knocked me down. "but you're the only one here. So... are you up for it?" I started pulling off my pants. She put a hand on my chest. "Hold up cowboy. You've seen the shot list. Not until scene 3. Now help me set up." You might think a roller bag would only hold a small amount of film equipment. You would be wrong. You might think that setting up lights, area mikes, a camera, and a bunch of shit that I do not have names for would be difficult with an erection. You would be right. But, given the proper motivation, all work can be rewarding. "I've never seen anyone work so fast." She said. "I'm a lover of film." I said. "You know, I don't normally ask questions when an absurdly attractive woman asks me to make a porno with her-" "You get asked that a lot?" She said, as she was draping sheets over the couch. "More than I'd have ever thought." I said. "But why are we making a porno?" "Because I am an Omega Mu. And this is our annual scavenger hunt." She said. "This video should be worth 355 points, should you be able to keep your load in for every shot." "So, I'm just going to ask this." I said. I looked up and saw her fiddling with the camera. It took me a second to refocus from looking down her dress at her very impressive rack. She caught me looking, and smiled behind the viewfinder. "Why are you doing this at all. This is not me trying to scare you away, I am just really curious." She stopped for a second, and pulled a couple of wispy blonde strands from in front of her face to behind her ear. I don't know that I believe in any god, but if one exists he must be damn happy with his work here. "Do you know how competitive Omega Mu is? The girls there are driven to be great. They will walk off this campus and into lives that most people only dream of. And I'm a film major. They don't respect what I do. They don't understand it. Most of them can't even be bothered to stay awake during my films." She stepped close, so close I could smell strawberries and the faintest hint of excitement. "But they will stay awake for this one. By the time I'm done showing it to them they'll be sitting in puddles of their own juice, awkwardly fidgeting and looking for any excuse to get back to their rooms and get their stuck up snatches off. That room will absolutely stink of arousal and lust and need. And they will know that I am one hell of a filmmaker." My dick was threatening to leave my body and go into orbit. "Is the camera rolling? I need it to be rolling." I said. She pointed at the red light. "It's been rolling for the last five minutes. Take off your shirt." I took my shirt off so damn fast I nearly sprained my shoulders. "I don't have a script." "We'll improvise." She closed her eyes and leaned in. I laid my fingers on top of her hand, gliding them up her arm, to her shoulders. I traced her collarbone, then ran them up her neck, to her cheek. Her lips parted. I leaned in to meet them with my own. I felt a slight shudder as they touched, and I wondered if perhaps all her confidence masked a delicacy, a pure and innocent nature, uncorrupted by all the debauchery that surrounds her. Then I felt a firm hand against my chest. It shoved me on to the couch. I fell with no resistance. She walked up to me, put one leg up by my head and pulled up her dress, revealing absolutely no underwear. "You will lick the living shit out of my pussy. If you're lucky I'll let you lick my ass. And If you do a very good job at that I will let you put that monster trying to escape your jeans balls deep inside me." I am a terrible judge of character. That delicate flower ground her incredibly wet pussy into my face. I am not the smartest guy. And I am no actor. But I certainly take direction. I put my hands on her thighs to steady her, then teased her outer lips with my tongue, splitting them, letting them close, tasting her mix of sweat and natural lubrication. I pulled the inner lips between mine, tracing them up to the hard nub. I ran my lips against it, lightly at first, teasing it with my tongue. She rocked her hips into my face, grinding her clit against my lips. I sped up my tongue to meet her urgency, tightening my grip on her legs, pulling her into me. Her juices flowed all over my jaw, pooling on my chest. She lowered her hands to my head and pulled me in so tight I could barely breathe. "Faster you bastard! If I don't get off you don't get off." Being a gentleman, I obliged the lady. But I knew that speed alone was not going to be enough. I freed one of my hands and ran it between her legs. I took her clit between my lips and raced my tongue along it, feeling it pulse with her arousal. A feeling matched only with the untended arousal currently in my pants. "You can't go too hard with me. And you sure as hell aren't going hard enough." I am competitive. Ninety nine percent of the time it is a terrible flaw. This day, not so much. I found an extra gear and pulsed my tongue against her, moving so fast that I got sloppy, and was licking the whole of her pubis. I slipped a couple fingers into her depths, probing until I found the rough patch of her G-spot, then timed my strokes outside with those inside. "Fuck. Just keep doing that." She said. Then words became groans, moved to soft moans, quickly strung together and rising in pitch. I kept up a steady rhythm, feeling her body stiffen, her strong legs go taut, her breathing get ragged. "Fuck me." She shouted. "Fuck Me!" She pulled my head in hard, rubbing herself against me. Her clit ground against me, tracing a wet line on my lips. She gasped, then caught her breath. "Fuck" Her body went slack. I eased my lips off of her. Took my fingers out, running them along my tongue to capture the taste. I lowered her to the couch, then reached for my belt. She smiled. And I wanted her so badly that there was no terrible thing I would not have done. "Not yet. You're only halfway there. And I need more points." And with that she spread her legs, then pulled her knees in. Now, to be clear, at that point I'd have cut off my left arm to fuck her. So eating her ass was not going to be a problem. I dove right the fuck in. I kissed the cutest pinkest prettiest little asshole that I had ever seen. It was wet with her juices and my spit, and I could not help but run my lips upon the rim. She gasped when my lips touched, and it puckered tightly. I blew on it, seeing it shrink with the cold. I ran my tongue under it, watching it loosen as she got aroused. He hands drifted to her pussy, and she spread it apart with one, then ran two fingers through. A delicate strand of drool ran between her fingers and her pussy, and it was all I could do to not ram my tongue against her pretty pucker. My resolve lasted for about two seconds. Then she started grinding her wet fingertips on her clit and I started pushing my tongue against her. Probing for resistance, feeling her tense. I could hear her fingers, sloppily running, making the wet noises of sex and driving me out of my goddamn mind. She sped up and I pushed my tongue right against her flower. I'd read her rhythm, I waited for my moment, and when it came I pushed into her ass. "Jesus Fucking Christ!" She shouted. I didn't stop. It felt like a compliment. I ran my fingers into her again, easing in a couple, felling myself fill her, wanting so much to put more into her. She rocked herself back and forth, using me as a tool to get her off. I was happy with this arrangement. Tongue, fingers and mind were all synchronized as she took control. Her breathing sped up, but I kept my pace. Her rocking increased, her hungry pussy pulling my fingers in, but I was patient. I knew I would get what I wanted and she was about to get hers. "Don't. Fuck. This. Up." She said. Each word punctuated with a thrust. "I'm. Going. To. Cum." And as she said it I felt the signs. She bottomed out on my fingers, her wet pussy spasmed against them. Her ass rippled against my tongue, Her toes curled, and then I got a face full of what I can only assume was her ejaculate. Given what I had done to June it only felt fair. Daisy put both legs on the ground and stood up. Her dress fell back over her assets, robbing me of the wonderful view. "That was worth an extra 20 points. So I am very happy." She said. "I think it is time to make you very happy. Take off your pants." You can't rip off blue jeans. Denim is not a fabric that rips. But you can get them off so fast that short one high speed camera no one can tell the difference. "Stay on the couch." She said. She lifted one spaghetti strap and slowly pulled it over her shoulder. Then the other one. The dress fell noiselessly to the ground. She wore no bra. She didn't need one. Her breasts were as amazing as I had hoped, and the rest of her runner's body was more than I could possibly have dreamed. Taut muscle and soft flesh played in perfect harmony. She stepped towards me, putting one knee outside my legs, then the other. She lifted herself up on her knees, so that she could look down on me, her perfect breasts damn near poking my eyes out. "How badly do you want to fuck me." She said. I could feel all of the wet between her legs dripping on me. My dick twitched like a divining rod on the Mississippi. I looked into those amazing blue eyes and said "A lot." She smiled. "I'll fix that in editing." Then she lowered herself onto me. I wanted to thrust. To take her. To put my hands on her hips, give in to the animal inside me, and slam myself into that perfect wet pussy until I exploded deep within her. But I did not. It nearly killed me, but I kept my shit together. I wanted this to last as long as possible. I felt the lips slowly divide, taking in the head. There was no friction, just heat and wet. She put her forearms on my shoulder, leaned in close, pressed her chest against mine, and brought her lips to my ear. "I love the way you smell. Your sweat and my juices have me so fucking hot." I didn't say anything. I couldn't. She lowered herself a little more. I felt the first inch of me squeezed into her depths. "You want to take me. Use me. The way I used you." I groaned. Her tongue teased my ear. She pushed further, inviting more of me in. "I don't know how you're holding off. Am I not wet enough for you? Tight enough?" I said nothing. My concentration was all I had left. She slid down a bit, her wetness running down my shaft. "Or maybe you're not man enough to take what you want." I put my hands on her hips. Put my lips to her ears. And I stage whispered, loud enough for the camera to hear. "You talk too much." My hips rose. Hers descended. She gasped, but I had been patient for too long. I lifted her, pulled out, then pushed back in. I lifted one arm around her back and pulled her close to me, feeling those tremendous breasts push against me, feeling the muscles in her back tighten. "You're going to match me, stroke for stroke. You are going to match my pace, you are going to match my enthusiasm, and I swear to god you are going to cum with me. I have done everything you wanted. Everything you told me to do. And I am going to fuck the shit out of you." She stopped. And I was struck with terror that I had overplayed my hand. But that smile, dear lord that smile. "I knew you had it in you tiger." She lowered herself to meet me. We started slow, with her walls teasing every bit of me. Each deliberate thrust brought with it a host of mind bending sensations. I locked eyes with her. Saw her passion and need as she pulled me in. Watched her groan every time I bottomed out, watched her grind her pubic bone against mine, trying to get all the stimulation she could. I could have gone forever, but she was a performer. Her pace quickened. I sped up to match. I lowered my head to her breast. She pulled me in, forcing it into my mouth, responding to the suction, the delicate nibble,. My speed increasing, my erection an iron bar straining inside her. Her moans getting louder, my excitement reaching a crest. All pretense of erotic sex had been abandoned. I pushed myself into her with violence, she responded in kind. Our bodies slapped against each other. My hands were gripping her hard runner's ass for dear life, her nails dug into my back. The only word I could say was fuck. The only thing I could do was fuck, All I ever wanted to do was fuck. But all the servicing of this woman had taken its toll. No man could resist her for long. "Now cum for me." I said. I don't know who came first. I came so hard I blacked out for a second, every sense shutting down so that I could bust the world's most righteous nut. She had taken me all the way into her, so deep I could feel every bit of the inside of her, and it was all squeezing me as she pulsed through her own orgasm. I don't know if I've ever cum more. I'm not sure I could. After a minute she stretched out, still impaled on me, giving me an eyeful that I will take with me to the grave and far beyond. "And cut." She said. Then she got up and walked to the camera. Everything I'd left behind was running down her leg and she did not mind at all. "Are you sure you've never acted before? You seem like a natural." "Is this pillow talk?" "No. A direct question." "Ahh. No. Not since I was a tree in the 3rd grade musical." She finished packing the camera. "You must have been one hell of a tree. Now help me clean up." I broke down the lights and the mics. I stole every glance I could. If this was going to be the best night of my life I wanted to remember every bit of it. Far too quickly we were packed. She pulled on her dress. I pulled on my clothes. She turned to leave. "Daisy. stop." I said. "Can I give you my number? In case of rewrites or something?" Daisy reached into her bag, and pulled something out. The she hit me with that smile one last time. "Here's my card. I'll be honest, your ear for dialogue is shit, so you will in no way be involved with a rewrite." She said. "But, if you are ever looking to fuck again, my cell is on the back." I stood stock still and watched her walk away. Shock does terrible things to a man. Then I spent the next fifteen minutes memorizing her phone number, because I am not a complete idiot. The day may come when I forget who I am, where I came from, and everything I have ever cared about. And on that day will still be able to recite all 10 fucking digits because some shit is too damn important to forget.  By QuothTheRamen for Literotica

We kick off a short Caribbean campaign broadcasting from EOR HQ. Featuring Des and Naja from our One Ring game, as well as newcomer Erin, this session sees us making characters and then dipping into a little intro scenario. The EOR Discord: https://discord.gg/xsDRFUXMVH  Back us on Patreon for lots of bonus content and an opportunity to game with members of the Order! https://www.patreon.com/esotericrp 

Summary Host Julie Berninger interviews Chelsea Shelton, a successful Etsy seller and coach, about the concept of evergreen printables. Sign up for the September 23rd Live Training with Chelsea here: https://event.webinarjam.com/register/25/w26nwaoo?utm_source=podcast Chelsea shares her journey from being an elementary school teacher to excelling in the printable space on Etsy. The conversation explores various evergreen product ideas, including games, scavenger hunts, gift tags, signature drink signs, and brain dump templates, emphasizing their potential for consistent sales throughout the year. Chelsea also discusses the importance of using existing templates creatively and the role of keywords in product visibility. Takeaways Evergreen printables can sell month over month, year over year. Bingo is a trending printable that can be customized. Scavenger hunts are versatile and can be themed for any occasion. Gift tags can be repurposed for various events beyond holidays. Signature drink signs are popular for weddings and parties. Brain dump templates help organize thoughts and are gaining popularity. Using AI can assist in generating creative ideas for printables. Repurposing existing templates saves time and effort. Evergreen products help maintain consistent sales throughout the year. Keywords are crucial for improving product visibility on Etsy. Chapters 00:00 Introduction to Evergreen Printables 02:46 Exploring Evergreen Product Ideas 05:42 Diving into Scavenger Hunts 08:47 The Importance of Year-Round Sales 11:20 Creative Gift Tag Concepts 14:26 Innovative Brain Dump Templates Resources Live Webinar Sept 23rd: https://event.webinarjam.com/register/25/w26nwaoo?utm_source=youtube E-Printables Course: https://goldcityventures.com/e-printables-course/ Watch this episode on YouTube: https://youtu.be/5ovUEbeVZks

Bonjour tout le monde ! Pour ce potluck de la rentrée on vous amène Handmaid's Tale, L'amica geniale, The Little Mosque on the Prairie, La Mesias, Baby Reindeer, Doctor Who, Yellowjackets, Drag Race France, Alien Earth, Outlander : Blood of my blood et From.Hébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

Nearly 3 years after recording our milestone 100th episode of Best Seat on the Couch, the gang returns for another round of patting ourselves on the back and laughing at our objectively hilarious jokes with another 100 episodes in the rear-view mirror. This second centennial caps off a much more streamlined podcast than our first, and the four of us agree that we've collectively leveled up our discussions, our analysis, and even our speaking skills as we've fully hit our stride in the podcasting space. Join us as we talk about some of our biggest hits (and maybe a few stinkers) over these past 100 episodes, like our multi-month sagas on JoJo's Bizarre Adventure and Attack on Titan, excellent singletons like Blue Eye Samurai and Scavenger's Reign, and some memorable standout recordings like Robots and the finale of Arcane. To finish off this momentous achievement, Alex reprises the Anniversary Trivia Corner with another set of questions that really test just how much we remember about this journey we've been on together. Content warning: strong language, unabashed self-indulgence.For those of you who are still with us 200 episodes later, thank you thank you THANK YOU for being there with us and pretending that you might find us just a little bit enjoyable to listen to. We hope that you have enjoyed listening to our stupid jokes and hot takes half as much as we've enjoyed recording them, and if it wouldn't be too much to ask, we hope you'll still be here when episode 300 comes around.

What unique themes are hidden in the dark corners of the libraries of the Tower of Terror?Drop in with us on this episode of Distory with Kate & Kirk as we check into the Hollywood Tower Hotel to decipher the history, secrets, and stories hidden within the design. In this episode, we focus on identifying the artifacts found in the first half of the Foxtrot library preshow room, exploring the details and artifacts you may have missed. Along the way, we find some art with hidden meanings, a few unique Twilight Zone references, and some ancient artifacts with a fascinating history. After analyzing the notes, books, and objects on the desk, we discuss some Egyptian artifacts, discover a few prop errors, and go on a convoluted journey with some changing trumpet music. Kate finds ANOTHER connection between Nixon and Disney, Kirk teaches us how to not get burned by candle wax, and we both dance, laugh, and sing our way through this wacky Antiques Roadshow of a Disney preshow inside the Hollywood Tower Hotel. Join us LIVE on YouTube every week! Be notified by subscribing to Kate's Youtube: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠@disneycicerone⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠You can also find us on Instagram, Facebook, and at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠disneycicerone.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ & ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠walruscarp.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠View full video versions of each episode at Disney Cicerone's YouTube channel ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠HERE ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠OR on the Spotify version of our podcast.Many thanks to Disney historian Joshua at  E82 | The Epcot Legacy for contributing resources for this episode!⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Kate's books on Amazon⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠WalrusCarp T-shirts & Merch⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠MOWD app⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Distory T-shirts and Stickers⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Kate's Substack

Megyn Kelly is joined by Ben Shapiro, author of "Lions and Scavengers," to talk about the scientific establishment melting down over RFK's work at the HHS and his CDC firing, how the scientific elite lost their credibility during the COVID pandemic, new allegations about Lisa Cook, reporting casting doubt about her college and financial credentials, the coziness of Modi, Putin and Xi, what it means for America and how Trump should handle the moment, what it means to be a "lion" and a "scavenger," why it's important to think like a builder and impart that philosophy on your children, the "scavengers" in America today like Zohran Mamdani, the failures and lies of the establishment and the resulting public distrust, the distinction between conspiracies and conspiracy theories,whether Gov. Wes Moore is an actual 2028 Democratic contender, the controversy over his Bronze Star claims, the media actually hammering him on the issue, and more. More from Shapiro- https://www.amazon.com/Lions-Scavengers-Story-America-Critics/dp/1668097885 Grand Canyon University: https://GCU.eduPrizePicks: Download the PrizePicks app today and use code MEGYN to get $50 in lineups after you play your first $5 lineup! Visit https://prizepicks.onelink.me/LME0/MEGYNJust Thrive: Visit https://justthrivehealth.com/discount/Megyn and use code MEGYN to save 20% sitewideDone with Debt: https://www.DoneWithDebt.com & tell them Megyn Kelly sent you!  Follow The Megyn Kelly Show on all social platforms:YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/MegynKellyTwitter: http://Twitter.com/MegynKellyShowInstagram: http://Instagram.com/MegynKellyShowFacebook: http://Facebook.com/MegynKellyShow Find out more information at:https://www.devilmaycaremedia.com/megynkellyshow

Get episodes without adverts + bonus episodes at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠EasyStoriesInEnglish.com/Support⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠. Your support is appreciated! Spicy bullfrog, fights with policemen and getting locked out... my first two weeks in China have certainly been eventful! Find out all about my move to Ningbo in today's episode. Go to ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠EasyStoriesInEnglish.com/China2⁠⁠ for the full transcript. Vocabulary: Bureaucracy, Ultrasound, Bedside manner, SIM card, Apartment complex, Congee, Adzuki bean, Bullfrog, Red bayberry, 'Mad dogs and Englishmen', Sweat, Cicada, Pale, 'A fish out of water', Scavenger hunt 0:00 Intro 01:56 The flight 05:07 The fastest train in the world 06:33 Assaulting a policeman 07:48 Making friends with the locals 10:00 The joys of bureaucracy 15:46 My home away from home 17:46 Finally, I'm rich! 19:32 Get your chopsticks out 25:49 It's too darn hot! 27:50 Comfortable and livable 29:15 Security 32:10 Locked out of the system 34:06 My new job 37:23 The hardest thing you can do 40:35 Outro Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Have you tried living out in the wilderness and surviving without carrying anything? In this episode of the Happy Hustle Podcast, I have an awesome conversation with Donny Dust, the world's most famous caveman.Donny and I talked about his primal caveman's 4 parts of well-being, goal setting, and how to survive and truly thrive in any environment.Donny is a US Marine Corps veteran who is considered by many, a worldwide expert in remote primitive survival, ancient/historical technologies, lithic arts (flintknapping), and emergency preparedness. He utilizes his countless days living among the world's wild landscapes and fully immersing himself in unique cultures in order to offer one-of-a-kind wilderness self-reliance training and education at his school, Paleo Tracks Survival. He has also authored two books (SCAVENGER and EARTHROAMER), worked on feature films as a technical consultant, taken part in several different network television programs, conducted numerous podcasts and radio appearances, and spoken in front of crowds who have traveled from all over to hear him speak and learn of his wild adventures.Known as the "Professional Caveman," Donny is nothing but professional, adventurous, and creative. If you want to connect with Donny and learn primitive skills, you can visit his website https://www.donnydust.com/. In this episode, we cover: [00:08:06:05] Flexibility is the Key To Success[00:11:55:04] Control Your Response[00:14:19:24] Primal Caveman's 4 Parts of Well-Being[00: 17:07:12] Are you Align with Your Primal Well-Being?[00:48:52:19] Happy Hustle Hacks [Health, Money, Entrepreneurship, Spirituality][00:59:48:24] Rapid fire questionsWhat does Happy Hustlin mean to you? Donny says knowing that if you're not doing the things that make you happy in your life, then you're going down the wrong path, you know, like eliminate the things that bring, you know, value and instill and reinforce the things that do bring you value in. Yeah, I think if you're a happy Hustler, you enjoy your life. You enjoy everything that comes around you and you embrace people in a positive way.Connect with Donnyhttps://www.instagram.com/donnydust/https://www.facebook.com/donny.dustPTShttps://www.linkedin.com/in/donny-dust-70615b192/https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCrbAnPwWsPKuadQ94wNORvw?view_as=subscriberhttps://twitter.com/DonnyDusthttps://vm.tiktok.com/ZM8nrBhL8/Find Donny on his website: https://www.donnydust.com/Connect with Cary!https://www.instagram.com/cary__jack/https://www.facebook.com/SirCaryJackhttps://www.linkedin.com/in/cary-jack-kendzior/https://twitter.com/thehappyhustlehttps://www.youtube.com/channel/UCFDNsD59tLxv2JfEuSsNMOQ/featuredGet a free copy of his new book, The Happy Hustle, 10 Alignments to Avoid Burnout & Achieve Blissful Balance https://www.thehappyhustlebook.com/Sign up for The Journey: 10 Days To Become a Happy Hustler Online Course http://www.thehappyhustle.com/JourneyApply to the Montana Mastermind Epic Camping Adventure https://caryjack.com/montana“It's time to Happy Hustle, a blissfully balanced life you love, full of passion, purpose, and positive impact!”Episode SponsorHow often do you wake up in the morning and instantly wish you had just another hour of sleep? You hit the snooze button and hope the next time your alarm goes off, you'll feel more energized. We all have those mornings and the worse part is trying to turn your brain ON to keep up with the demands of the day…Maybe you didn't get enough sleep…you have brain fog…your energy is low …you just can't concentrate…Imagine having control over how you feel and being able to turn ON your brain within 10 minutes of waking up (without coffee or caffeine)! It's like a “Do Not Disturb” feature for your brain. I've personally experienced this over the past few months since trying Nootopia.Nootopia is the most advanced brain support and cognitive enhancement system that I've ever tried. They specialize in personalized brain supplements, also known as Nootropics.It's safe, natural, and non-addictive. And, you can choose blends that don't have caffeine if you're caffeine sensitive. And unlike other products, there are no crashes, no jitters, and no after effects.I highly recommend the Nootopia System for anybody looking to take their focus and mental game to a new level!They also stand by their products with a 365-day money back guarantee.Go here now and experience your best mood and mental performance with personalized Nootropics.Go to https://nootopia.com/radicallyloved for an extra 10% off.

Kirk returns to Strange New Worlds, having been newly promoted to 1st officer, gets his first real shot at the Captain's chair....there's just one problem....he freezes. As the Scavenger ship or "Destroyer of Worlds", as it is referred to by La'an, appears we see a very Death Star like explosion of the planet that the U.S.S. Faragut has arrived to survey/explore. What ensues is a version of Kirk that fans are not used to seeing. Is that bad or good? With a surprise twist, this episode will keep you guessing. From incredibly advanced aliens to Pelia's use of the 1980s telephones, to phenomenal writing, this episode really packs a punch! We have some strong thoughts on the use of Kirk and how this Kirk compares to the Captain Kirk we all know and love.

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Welcome to this episode of Surviving Rocklahoma! In this show, host Adam Richmond brings you a special deep dive into the annual Rocklahoma Scavenger Hunt with the "founding flockers," Justin and David!In this episode:Scavenger Hunt: We go over the new rules for this year's scavenger hunt, the prizes (including two guitars!), and unveil the new community banner!ROKAHOMA Updates: Get the latest on the new campgrounds map, the move of the Roadhouse Stage, and the top 10 finalists for the Miss Rocklahoma contest!Giveaways: Find out how to win a GA pass to Rocklahoma, a $200 credit from At Your Service Rentals, and a full GA package from a raffle with Photography by Angel Lee!Community News: A special shout-out to our community partners and sponsors, including The Rocklahoma Bitches, ROKAVET, and our new sponsor, Paulett Haase!Follow Us and Our Sponsors:Our Links: https://link.space/@SurvivingPhotography by Angel Lee: https://www.facebook.com/PhotographybyAngelLeeMetal Corps Clothing: https://metalcorpsclothing.bigcartel.com/category/surviving-rocklahomaTannenbaum Graphics: https://tannenbaum-graphics.printify.me/Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/surviving-rocklahoma--4196214/support.

The Break Room (WEDNESDAY 8/6/25) 9am Hour 1) How long does a former coworkers stuff have to sit on their old desk before it's fair game 2) 95.7 THE FAN's Mike Danger joins the show from Buffalo Bills training camp - DAY 11

This week on Radio Free Cybertron: The team discusses the new Secret Starscream mold, upcoming new figures, including Armada Jetfire, Leader Class Optimus Prime, and Wild King Energy Beast. We take a closer look at Studio Series Devastator, Scavenger, and Micronus Prime, and Brian loves that Stranglehold garage kit.

This week on Radio Free Cybertron: The team discusses the new Secret Starscream mold, upcoming new figures, including Armada Jetfire, Leader Class Optimus Prime, and Wild King Energy Beast. We take a closer look at Studio Series Devastator, Scavenger, and Micronus Prime, and Brian loves that Stranglehold garage kit.

Aramithius, Blaque and Lob continue to tie up the loose ends of the Scavenger Lands, chatting about some of the bigger personalities in the region, from hater deathlords to sulking Lunars. And we discover why love of the game is so important.When you're done check out the⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ How We Roll Gaming podcast, also part of the⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ d20 radio network⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ - https://howwerollgaming.com/podcast/⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Have questions? ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Leave us a voice message⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ at https://podcasters.spotify.com/wondrous-atlas-of-creations-destiny/message or drop us an email at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠wondrousatlas@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Find us in the Exalted fan Discord⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠: https://discord.gg/uSh99esSKuWant to support the podcast? Shop at DrivethruRPG through our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠affiliate link⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠: https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?affiliate_id=3704311BibliographyThird EditionEx3 - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/162759/exalted-3rd-edition?affiliate_id=3704311The Realm - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/276067/the-realm?affiliate_id=3704311Across the Eight Directions - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/466851/across-the-eight-directions?affiliate_id=3704311Arms of the Chosen - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/226224/arms-of-the-chosen?affiliate_id=3704311Dragon-Blooded: What Fire Has Wrought - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/261732/dragon-blooded-what-fire-has-wrought?affiliate_id=3704311Heirs to the Shogunate - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/358947/heirs-to-the-shogunate?affiliate_id=3704311Lunars: Fangs at the Gate - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/313271/lunars-fangs-at-the-gate?affiliate_id=3704311Many-Faced Strangers - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/468988/many-faced-strangers?affiliate_id=3704311Abyssals: Sworn to the GraveSidereals: Charting Fate's CourseSecond EditionExalted 2nd Edition - https://legacy.drivethrurpg.com/product/3671/Exalted-Second-Edition?affiliate_id=3704311Celestial Compass: Underworld - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/56402/the-compass-of-celestial-directions-vol-iv-the-underworld?affiliate_id=3704311Terrestrial Compass: Scavenger Lands - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/12010/the-compass-of-terrestrial-directions-vol-i-the-scavenger-lands?affiliate_id=3704311Terrestrial Compass: the East - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/57873/the-compass-of-terrestrial-directions-vol-iii-the-east?affiliate_id=3704311Manual of Exalted Power: Lunars - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/25693/manual-of-exalted-power-lunars?affiliate_id=3704311Manual of Exalted Power: Abyssals - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/55410/manual-of-exalted-power-abyssals?affiliate_id=3704311Scroll of Kings - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/55187/scroll-of-kings?affiliate_id=3704311First EditionExalted - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/698/exalted?affiliate_id=3704311Scavenger Sons - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/2501/scavenger-sons?affiliate_id=3704311Exalted: the Lunars - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/1305/exalted-the-lunars?affiliate_id=3704311Exalted: the Abyssals - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/125/exalted-the-abyssals?affiliate_id=3704311

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Play NowThe Seibertron Twincast / Podcast starts out episode 378 with lengthy impressions of Hasbro's most recent "Transformers Tuesday" livestream event which featured looks at upcoming releases for Studio Series and its offshoot lines. Yet more talk about Studio Series 86 Megatron eventually gives way for yet more talk about Devastator before KSI Widow and sneak peeks at 2026 Transformers One releases for Airachnid and Alpha Trion get us back to the newest of new topics. Speculation on the newly announced Skybound creative team for their main Transformers comic title comes next. After that, brief chat about future Missing Link release possibilities covers fun content from the Generations 2025 book just released in Japan. Counterpunch brings more intriguing roundtable questions for the group before the episode concludes with the recurring Bragging Rights segment.

On our season 3 finale Dan and Kevin cover: TikTok trends, 28 Years Later, ruining movies, Luke Kirby, The Rack, Old Liz, Thomas Cottom, the spy Sledd, an escape plan, sacrifice, Novocain, Qs are the worst, Liberty of the Tower, name evolution, the show going forward, King James, and much much more!!Please like, subscribe, and follow where ever you listen.The Beard StrugglePodUp!PatreonMerchBuy Us A CoffeeYouTubeInstagramBlue SkyTiktokThe Sassholes Insta!!Music from Uppbeat (free for Creators!):https://uppbeat.io/t/all-good-folks/curiosityLicense code: 7QU9IW0B2IJBFZJYMusic from Uppbeat (free for Creators!):https://uppbeat.io/t/christian-larssen/suburban-honeymoonLicense code: 1OKNVEXYPW8QAYSHMusic from #Uppbeat (free for Creators!):https://uppbeat.io/t/kevin-macleod/bass-vibesLicense code: YYUZSRCQDGQROBB4Music from #Uppbeat (free for Creators!):https://uppbeat.io/t/mountaineer/kick-backLicense code: QMHHB6U0M6H9WWENRead lessMusic from #Uppbeat (free for Creators!):https://uppbeat.io/t/albert-behar/tickling-the-ivoriesAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

We dive into Trump Mobile, Fortnite distraction theory, and the Batman sequel apocalypse on this week's ep. Will smoked too much weed and binged Scavenger's Reign until 8am, Liam returned from a wild weekend of shows in Charleston and Emily is trying to kickstart her TikTok career. SUPPORT BLANDINO'S PIZZA: https://fridaybeers.shop/collections/af-pod FOLLOW OUR SOCIALS: https://www.flowcode.com/page/almostfridaypod SUPPORT OUR SPONSORS: Head to https://www.squarespace.com/FRIDAY to save 10% off your first purchase of a website or domain using code FRIDAY. DOWNLOAD BETTERHELP AND GET 10% OFF YOUR FIRST MONTH OF ONLINE THERAPY WITH CODE “AFPOD"!!! https://www.betterhelp.com/afpod FIND LONG DRINK NEAR YOU: https://thelongdrink.com/AlmostFriday/Head to https://guyfox.com/friday and use code BEERS for free shipping & $10 off your purchase right now! (00:27) - Trump's Phone Plan (04:35) - Caitlin Jenner in Tel Aviv (06:14) - LA Protests (07:33) - Batman Sequel? (09:42) - Brandon Sanderson (15:56) - Liam went to Charleston (26:12) - Emily Went to Miami (27:41) - Black Mirror & Crop Circles (33:16) - Hellen Keller (39:00) - Jelly Roll (42:02) - India Air Crash (44:34) - Cracker of the Week (50:36) - Exit Rows (54:02) - More Crackers (58:08) - Characters Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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The Wayward Watch have found the derlict vessel for the Scavenger's Circuit, only for Bolt to realize it belongs to their creator! What mysteries and dangers lurk within the seeming infected ship?Consider Supporting us on Patreon, where you get exclusive perks like Early access to Ad-Free episodes, Private discord channels, unique videos only for you, and more! https://www.patreon.com/TalesOfAneria/You can also support us by buying some of our merch: https://www.etsy.com/shop/talesofaneriaJoin us on the Tales of Aneria Discord: https://discord.gg/br9UhyXtWpFollow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/TalesOfAneriaFollow our TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@talesofaneriaJoin us at our subreddit as well: https://www.reddit.com/r/TalesOfAneria/Check out the world of Aneria here: https://www.worldanvil.com/w/aneria-niburuWe also Stream Fridays on YouTube and on Twitch - https://twitch.tv/TalesOfAneriaCharactersCory - DM - Cr. 31 (Half Everything)Scott - Bolt - Lvl. 16 (Warforged - Artificer 11/Fighter 4)Preston - Victor - Lvl. 16 (Genasi - Rogue 15)Torrey - Fred - Lvl. 16 (Half Drow - Warlock 1/Fighter 11/Sorcerer 3)Character Sheets - https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1wvtT4k0kh8SUFvMdCBehasSKhrgJC349?usp=sharingSound Effects and Ambience:Provided by Syrinscape.Complete list of credits here: https://syrinscape.com/attributions/

This week's episode is about a fairly unremarkable aquatic beetle. Tangents include AI generated images, Chris Angel, Hugh Jackman, and horror novels. Includes spoilers for The Prestige. VIDEO OF THE ESCAPE: https://youtu.be/_W0UJD_i3Mo   Kelly's Field Notes: https://www.bugsneedheroes.com/episodes/one-trick-magician Send us questions and suggestions! BugsNeedHeroes@gmail.com Join us on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/bugsneedheroes/ Join us on Bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/bugsneedheroes.bsky.social Join us on Reddit: https://www.reddit.com/r/BugsNeedHeroes Hosted by Amanda Niday and Kelly Zimmerman with editing by Derek Conrad and some assistance from a few cats.  Created by Derek Conrad and Kelly Zimmerman. Character artwork by Amanda Niday. Music is Ladybug Castle by Rolemusic.

The race is on as the Wayward Watch represents the Pathfinder's Guild in Last Stop. Can they manage to take the grand prize, or will their ship be doomed to an early grave?Consider Supporting us on Patreon, where you get exclusive perks like Early access to Ad-Free episodes, Private discord channels, unique videos only for you, and more! https://www.patreon.com/TalesOfAneria/You can also support us by buying some of our merch: https://www.etsy.com/shop/talesofaneriaJoin us on the Tales of Aneria Discord: https://discord.gg/br9UhyXtWpFollow us on Twitter: https://twitter.com/TalesOfAneriaFollow our TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@talesofaneriaJoin us at our subreddit as well: https://www.reddit.com/r/TalesOfAneria/Check out the world of Aneria here: https://www.worldanvil.com/w/aneria-niburuWe also Stream Fridays on YouTube and on Twitch - https://twitch.tv/TalesOfAneriaCharactersCory - DM - Cr. 31 (Half Everything)Scott - Bolt - Lvl. 16 (Warforged - Artificer 11/Fighter 4)Preston - Victor - Lvl. 16 (Genasi - Rogue 15)Torrey - Fred - Lvl. 16 (Half Drow - Warlock 1/Fighter 11/Sorcerer 3)Character Sheets - https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1wvtT4k0kh8SUFvMdCBehasSKhrgJC349?usp=sharingSound Effects and Ambience:Provided by Syrinscape.Complete list of credits here: https://syrinscape.com/attributions/

DAMION1In our 'That's cute, Sam, because I don't want my son to grow up in a world where college dropouts slowly replace human brain function with profit-driven AI' headline of the week. Sam Altman doesn't want his son to grow up with an AI best friend In our 'In other news, Ikea will call its forthcoming store in Boston simply 'Ikea,' sources say' headline of the week. ESPN will call its forthcoming flagship streaming app simply 'ESPN,' sources say In our 'Ex-CBS Director O.J. Simpson not named director after found not guilty of the murders of Nicole Brown Simpson and Ronald Goldman and because he's dead' headline of the week. Ex-Tyson Foods CFO John Tyson named director after misdemeanoursIn our 'In her acceptance speech, Ms. Boswell said, "I won't sleep until your toilets are 45% less smelly and disgusting, on a year-over-year basis starting in 3Q 2026."' headline of the week. Clorox Announces Election of Gina Boswell to its Board of DirectorsIn our 'The fourth director was referred to as "a bloated idiot who doesn't know the difference between a case of synthetic hydraulic fluids and a Diet Pepsi.' headline of the week. Shareholder advisory firm backs 3 of Elliott's 4 Phillips 66 director nominees In our 'Sir Andrew Witty listed the top three 'personal reasons' in no particular order: "Fuck. This. Place." ' headline of the week. UnitedHealth CEO steps down for ‘personal reasons'MATT1In our 'Universally reviled man pays self' headline of the week. UnitedHealth CEO Andrew Witty was 2024's highest-paid payer CEO. Here's a look at what other execs earnedIn our 'Universally reviled man takes a vacation' headline of the week. UnitedHealth Group CEO Andrew Witty steps down, company suspends annual forecastIn our 'Universally reviled man replaced by universally reviled man who replaced different universally reviled man he replaced' headline of the week. UnitedHealth CEO Andrew Witty steps down, replaced by Stephen HemsleyIn our 'Andrew Witty says try cod liver oil and vitamin A' headline of the week. Listeria outbreak sickens at least 10 in California and Nevada and the FDA is investigating Fresh & Ready FoodsIn our 'This week on "Audit Material Weakness: the Game", who will be the material weakness? The ex-prosecutor "financial expert", the ex-interior secretary who wrote "You Report to Me: Accountability for the Failing Administrative State", or the ex-trade representative?' headline of the week. Trump Media said it had ‘material weakness' in internal controlsIn our 'Anti-woke investors furious at SEC they don't get the chance to vote 1% in favor of a resolution to stop gays from eating sushi, the wokest way to make fish, which is eroding American freedom' headline of the week. Kroger Investor Loses New Bid to Put Plan Before ShareholdersIn our 'After soliciting bids from Punxsutawney Phil, the transformer named Scavenger, and Mark Wahlberg from Deepwater Horizon, the Trump Administration finally found a genius to dig a hole' headline of the week. Elon Musk's Boring Company Is in Talks With Government Over Amtrak ProjectIn our 'When asked, the mayor of Memphis, Tennessee handed citizens a set of "giant wipers" donated by Tesla for their tears' headline of the week. Community Complains of Choking Fumes From Elon Musk's AI FortressIn our 'It's true, we found a self-important liar who likes hallucinogens so we don't need to hire anyone under 35 with an education anymore' headline of the week. AI may cut the need for younger staff, CEOs say: ‘With the commoditization of intelligence, it's not about having the smartest people anymore'In our 'It's true, we found a self-important liar who states everything like it's a fact so we don't need to hire anyone over the age of 55 anymore' headline of the week. The vast majority of CEOs are fearful of losing their jobs due to AI, survey revealsDAMION2End with a game: I'll give you the headline first and you pick the best joke:McDonald's announces plans to hire 375,000 workers with Trump Labor secretaryTraining to Include How to Scream Internally Without Moving Your Face and Why Clocking Out is WokeNew Employees to Be Paid in Nuggets and WIll Receive Free Uniform, A Copy of “Atlas Shrugged” (Annotated by J.D. Vance while wearing a Ronald McDonald costume) and a Mandatory McRib Tramp StampBecause Nothing Says “Labor Rights” Like a Side of DeregulationBoy Accidentally Orders 70,000 Lollipops on Amazon. Panic Ensues.Amazon's spokesperson said, "While we understand that 70,000 lollipops may exceed the average household's needs, our algorithm determined that American children are fat and stupid."Mark Zuckerberg said, "Problems like this will disappear with Meta-branded AI children."Amazon Algorithm Now Recommends a Kohler Tall Single Flush 2-Piece Elongated Toilet with 1.28 GPF in White and a Dentist Named Dave

The gang's all here for the first ever all-hands Wondrous Atlas episode, to round out the season on the Scavenger Lands! We have a whirlwind tour of Marita, Jiara, Mount Metagalapa and Denandsor.As we couldn't restrain ourselves when we're all together, this sort of merges into a joint lore and story hooks episode, so brace for some chaos!Find more episodes and story seeds at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠the show's website⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ at https://www.wondrousatlas.wordpress.comWhen you're done check out the⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ Court Games Legend of the Five Rings Podcast, also part of the⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ d20 radio network⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ - https://court-games.pinecast.co⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Have questions? ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Leave us a voice message⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ at https://podcasters.spotify.com/wondrous-atlas-of-creations-destiny/message or drop us an email at ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠wondrousatlas@gmail.com⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Find us in the Exalted fan Discord⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠: https://discord.gg/uSh99esSKuWant to support the podcast? Shop at DrivethruRPG through our ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠affiliate link⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠: https://www.drivethrurpg.com/browse.php?affiliate_id=3704311BibliographyThird EditionEx3 - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/162759/exalted-3rd-edition?affiliate_id=3704311The Realm - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/276067/the-realm?affiliate_id=3704311Across the Eight Directions - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/466851/across-the-eight-directions?affiliate_id=3704311Arms of the Chosen - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/226224/arms-of-the-chosen?affiliate_id=3704311Dragon-Blooded: What Fire Has Wrought - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/261732/dragon-blooded-what-fire-has-wrought?affiliate_id=3704311Heirs to the Shogunate - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/358947/heirs-to-the-shogunate?affiliate_id=3704311Lunars: Fangs at the Gate - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/313271/lunars-fangs-at-the-gate?affiliate_id=3704311Many-Faced Strangers - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/468988/many-faced-strangers?affiliate_id=3704311Abyssals: Sworn to the GraveSidereals: Charting Fate's Course2eExalted 2nd Edition - https://legacy.drivethrurpg.com/product/3671/Exalted-Second-Edition?affiliate_id=3704311Celestial Compass: Underworld - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/56402/the-compass-of-celestial-directions-vol-iv-the-underworld?affiliate_id=3704311Terrestrial Compass: Scavenger Lands - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/12010/the-compass-of-terrestrial-directions-vol-i-the-scavenger-lands?affiliate_id=3704311Terrestrial Compass: the East - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/57873/the-compass-of-terrestrial-directions-vol-iii-the-east?affiliate_id=3704311Manual of Exalted Power: Lunars - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/25693/manual-of-exalted-power-lunars?affiliate_id=3704311Manual of Exalted Power: Abyssals - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/55410/manual-of-exalted-power-abyssals?affiliate_id=3704311Scroll of Kings - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/55187/scroll-of-kings?affiliate_id=37043111eExalted - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/698/exalted?affiliate_id=3704311Scavenger Sons - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/2501/scavenger-sons?affiliate_id=3704311Exalted: the Lunars - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/1305/exalted-the-lunars?affiliate_id=3704311Exalted: the Abyssals - https://www.drivethrurpg.com/en/product/125/exalted-the-abyssals?affiliate_id=3704311

TODAY: Alex recommend Common Side Effects, a new animated show from the creators of Scavenger's Reign, Mike Judge, and Greg Daniels. Can a hippie nerd with a magic mushroom take down Big Pharma and their government cronies? ALSO: Trump tells reporters his "third term" speculation isn't a joke, and his loyal followers pretend that its still a joke, lament that it's not real, and mock liberals for their concern. We discuss the methods Trump might use to run for a third term and wonder if this final power grab would be enough for normal liberals to start doing very cool things. LASTLY: We review some instagram clickbait slop in the form of Nazbol butt rock. Can the far left and the far right unite to make cutting music for 13 year-olds about flying on broken wings?? Get a bonus episode every week by signing up at http://patreon.com/miniondeathcult for only $5/month   

Welcome to Creative Block! This week's guest is SEAN BUCKELEW! Sean is a writer, director, animator, and founding partner for Green Street Pictures, an independent animation studio, as well as worked as a writer/executive producer on Scavenger's Reign and Common Side Effects.In this episode, VEE and Sean talk to Sean about LEARNING ON NEWGROUNDS, APPLYING FOR THE GUGGENHEIM FELLOWSHIP, BALANCING MULTIPLE PROJECTS and so much more. While we talk, we doodle on a MAGMA, where we draw from prompts we got on TWITTER, INSTAGRAM, YOUTUBE, THREADS, NEWGROUNDS, and PATREON. Subscribe to our channel to hear more stories of other animation professionals! ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Thank you to our Patreon Blockheads for supporting the show!Want to become a Patron? ► https://www.patreon.com/crtvblockHit subscribe and follow our socials for updates! ►https://bsky.app/profile/crtvblock.bsky.social ►https://twitter.com/crtvblock ► https://www.instagram.com/crtv.block/ ► https://www.threads.net/@crtv.block ► https://creativeblockpod.newgrounds.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Follow the hosts!VEE! ► https://x.com/violainebriat ► https://www.instagram.com/violainebriat ► https://www.threads.net/@violainebriat ► https://www.violainebriat.com/SEAN! ► https://linktr.ee/lordspew ► https://x.com/lordspew ► https://www.instagram.com/lordspew/ ► https://www.threads.net/@lordspewFollow the guest!SEAN! ► https://www.seanbuckelew.com/ ► https://www.instagram.com/seanbuckelew/ ► https://www.greenstreetpictures.com/■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■Editing by Clemence Briat ► https://twitter.com/clem_n_mProduced by Marco Beltran ► https://twitter.com/orcsocksReels/Shorts by Ebuka.PNG ► https://www.instagram.com/ebuka_0fomaTheme song by Louie Zong ► https://twitter.com/everydaylouie■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■0:00 Intro0:53 Path to showrunning43:17 Animation shorts49:39 Questions1:12:10 Creative block1:19:13 Outro

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Our first three-peat! On this epi of our Remix series we brought back author, JoAnn Hill to tell us all about her third and latest book, “Unique Eats and Eateries of Washington, DC.” So, there's definitely something to be said about the power of number 3.  Want more JoAnn? Check out epi 240: Pt 1 & Pt 2 and epi 179   Cocktail Recipe: Well, Hello Basil

Giant Mess podcast host Neal Lynch recaps the top stories and internet searches from December 2024, including:1:45 - What Watchmen Chapter 1 means for DC universe11:02 - The quirks of Peloton instructors17:43 - Job interviews with Virtual recruiters23:52 - what Soberish means34:05 - Snoop on a Stoop and Elf on a Shelf37:22 - Most searched Christmas songs42:38 - Daughter's pinkeye46:03 - Pep Boys and car troubles50:48 - Tough month for daughter1:02:04 - Cookie Day (sugar cookies stink)1:09:25 - Vaseline Advent Calendar1:11:30 - Employers asking for videos on job application1:14:02 - Top questions about astrological signs1:42:03 - Night shower vs morning shower1:45:15 - Back to back birthday parties in 1 day1:56:44 - Snow globe cocktail recipe2:00:19 - Most searched cozy Christmas movies2:06:53 - Christmas in South Carolina, which featured... Slap Card Games between slap-happy bros Feast of the Seven Fishes movie All-day fishing trip on Xmas Eve Smoking the world's longest and largest cigar Smoking out of a corn cob pipe The Loud Cup giving Vuvuzela flashbacks Scavenger hunt for a Disney cruise Carry On movie review Moving the peacock pen and mauling mice Making the worst cocktail ever Makeshift breathalyzer Smelling Salts Hot Dog Suction Cup New Year's Eve ball dropping Sonic The Hedgehog 3 in theater 2024 Year in ReviewFunny Stories from Giant Mess Podcast -  ⁠https://bit.ly/GiantMessFunnyStories⁠  ABOUT NEAL LYNCH:I'm an Irish-Italian-American who graduated from 1) a Catholic high school (even though I'm not Catholic), and 2) a college known for producing doctors and lacrosse players, then became neither. I was a former 4th string college quarterback and middle relief pitcher who thought an overpriced film and media studies degree was a smart choice. Now, I'm a single dad who likes to blog, vlog, podcast, write, edit, optimize, strategize, and over-analyze.  ABOUT "GIANT MESS":"Giant Mess" is a sloppy sports and entertainment podcast hosted by a giant mess, the Real Cinch Neal Lynch. Neal's a single dad who loves to talk New York Giants football, Mets baseball, movies, TV shows, and comedy. The podcast has movie reviews, tv show recaps and reactions, post-game analysis, predictions, and funny stories about life.Subscribe to Giant Mess on YouTube: ⁠https://bit.ly/GiantMessYT⁠ Follow me on:* Link Tree - ⁠https://linktr.ee/neallynch⁠  * My Official Blog - ⁠http://bit.ly/neallynchBLOG⁠ * Giant Mess Facebook Page - ⁠http://bit.ly/GiantMessFB⁠    * Twitter - ⁠http://bit.ly/NealLynchTW⁠     * Personal Instagram - ⁠http://bit.ly/NealLynchIG⁠    * Giant Mess Instagram - ⁠https://bit.ly/GiantMessInstagram⁠  * Subscribe to Giant Mess on Apple Podcasts - ⁠http://bit.ly/GiantMessApple⁠  * Subscribe to Giant Mess on Spotify - ⁠http://bit.ly/GiantMessSpotify⁠ 

Host Anthony Desiato and guest Bernie Gerstmayr (Aw Yeah Comics - Skokie) dig into Karl Kesel & Tom Grummett's first run on the 90s SUPERBOY solo series. They discuss issues #0-30, which established Superboy's Hawaii setting, supporting cast (Tana Moon, Rex & Roxy Leech, Dubbilex, and Agent Makoa), and rogues gallery (including Knockout, Scavenger, King Shark, Silver Sword, and Sidearm). PLUS! In a special bonus segment, guest Mike Sangregorio tags in to talk about writer Ron Marz's short tenure on the title, which introduced the Agenda and evil clone Match; escalated, then concluded, the Superboy/Tana/Roxy love triangle; and rendered Superboy unable to age for a time. The "Reign of Tomorrow" is at hand!Support the show and receive exclusive podcast content at Patreon.com/AnthonyDesiato, including the spinoff podcasts BEYOND METROPOLIS and DIGGING FOR JUSTICE!Visit BCW Supplies and use promo code FSP to save 10% on your next order of comics supplies. FACEBOOK GROUP: Digging for Kryptonite: A Superman Fan GroupFACEBOOK PAGE: @diggingforkryptonitepodINSTAGRAM: @diggingforkryptonitepodTWITTER: @diggingforkrpodEMAIL: flatsquirrelproductions@gmail.comWEBSITE: FlatSquirrelProductions.com Digging for Kryptonite is a Flat Squirrel Production. Key art by Isaiah Simmons (2020-2024 version by Gregg Schigiel). Theme music by Basic Printer.Mentioned in this episode:Hang On To Your Shorts Film FestivalFat Moose ComicsAlways Hold On To Smallville

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Donny Dust is a world-renowned primitive survival expert, author, and reality television personality celebrated for his mastery of ancient wilderness living skills. Known for his deep connection to the natural world, Donny excels in techniques such as flint knapping, foraging, primitive hunting, and shelter building. He is the founder of Paleo Tracks Survival, a Colorado-based school where he teaches hands-on primitive skills and survival strategies, empowering people to live closer to nature. Donny's expertise has been showcased on several survival-themed television shows, earning him a dedicated following. In addition to his popular book Scavenger, Donny recently released While Wisdom, an insightful guide that delves into the philosophy and practical application of living harmoniously with the environment. Through his books, workshops, and TV appearances, Donny continues to inspire audiences worldwide to embrace resilience, self-reliance, and the wisdom of the wild. Tune in as Donny Dust joins Bobby Marshall in studio to discuss, primitive living, primitive tools, archery, bison, stone tool butchering, survival, wildlife behavior, bushcraft, Colorado, outdoor life & much more. Please subscribe or like us on social media platforms for updates on shows, events, and episode drops.www.TheMountainSidePodcast.comwww.DonnyDust.comwww.youtube.com/@DonnyDustsPaleoTracksSponsor Links:www.JockoFuel.comMountain Side listeners receive 10% off all Jocko Fuel products! Use Code TMS10 to save. www.ONNIT.comMountain Side listeners use Discount code TMS to receive 10% off ONNIT products! www.BulletProof.comMountain Side listeners Use Discounts code: MOUNTAINSIDE to receive 20% off all Bulletproof products! Other Affiliates Links

The dudes discuss haunting, and what they would do if there was an afterlife ghostly scavenger hunt. Should you stay or should you go now? This is Today's Prey

In this episode, we welcome Donny Dust to the show. He has a reputation for being a “professional caveman”. He is an expert survivalist, primitive skills expert, and retired United States Marine. He owns and operates Paleo Tracks Survival, Colorado's premier survival and wilderness self-reliance school, and has nearly two decades worth of outdoor survival and primitive living experience. He has also written three books: Earthroamer, Scavenger, and Wild Wisdom. He was a contestant on Alone Season 6 - Arctic and was a co-host on the reality show Mud, Sweat, and Beards. In this interview, we discuss why he joined the United States Marine Corps, the difference between combat and non-combat veterans, his thoughts on the current state of the military, why he thinks he was just a tool of the “military industrial complex” while serving in Iraq, his thoughts on God and Jesus, why he still feels like he is on a faith journey, how a heart attack in his late 30s led to him completely reevaluating his life, why he decided to become a survivalist expert, a situation that almost took his life last summer in Utah, a story that he's never shared publicly before, why creativity is our #1 survival skill, the most basic survival skills that we should all have, what all of us should keep in our vehicles and on our person at all times, and much more. Let's get into it…  Episode notes and links HERE. Donate to support our mission of equipping men to push back darkness. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Next episode is the 200th, therefore this is the 199th. I raid the 66 pages of ideas for episodes I have been keeping for nearly a decade, and present to you 199 that I have not yet made into podcasts (except for this one). Find the episode's transcript, plus more information about the topics therein, at theallusionist.org/199ideas. NEWSLUSIONIST: The new Allusionist live show Souvenirs is on tour in the UK right now! Rush to theallusionist.org/events for tickets and dates. And if you fancy concocting a quiz question for the imminent 200th episode, go to theallusionist.org/quiz to submit it; your deadline is 6 September 2024. To help fund this independent podcast, take yourself to theallusionist.org/donate and become a member of the Allusioverse. You get regular livestreams with me and my collection of reference books, inside scoops into the making of this show, watchalong parties eg the new season of Taskmaster featuring my brother Andy, and the company of your fellow Allusionauts in our delightful Discord community.  This episode was produced by me, Helen Zaltzman, with music and editorial assistance from Martin Austwick of palebirdmusic.com. Find @allusionistshow on Instagram, Facebook, Threads, Bluesky, TikTok, YouTube etc. Our ad partner is Multitude. If you want me to talk about your product or thing on the show, sponsor an episode: contact Multitude at multitude.productions/ads. This episode is sponsored by: • Home Chef, meal kits that fit your needs. For a limited time, Home Chef is offering Allusionist listeners eighteen free meals, plus free shipping on your first box, and free dessert for life, at HomeChef.com/allusionist.• Squarespace, your one-stop shop for building and running your online empire/new home for your cryptic puzzle that takes months to solve. Go to squarespace.com/allusionist for a free 2-week trial, and get 10 percent off your first purchase of a website or domain with the code allusionist. • Bombas, whose mission is to make the comfiest clothing essentials, and match every item sold with an equal item donated. Go to bombas.com/allusionist to get 20% off your first purchase.  • LinkedIn Ads convert your B2B audience into high quality leads. Get $100 credit on your next campaign at linkedin.com/allusionist.Support the show: http://patreon.com/allusionistSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.