#strike three

[berryisthmus]

BUT WAIT, THERE'S EVEN MORE Banans

[hale-my-nathan]

Trump Weird News - STRIKE THREE - Uncareful With Patriotism !!!

The Declaration of Independence, "Dis-Unifying" Us From England & Giving No "Love And Respect" To King George III OR Anyone Wanting To Be Our King !!!

Clear Respondent Was Unfamiliar with Declaration of Independence

[acurtist]

It's not glasses,

It's spectacles. 🤓

Double-take. 🥲🫣

[divinemissem13]

Work-Life Balance - Chapter 3!

[specialinterestshows]

The following is a short Rhea Ripley x reader oneshot. Written with lady!reader in mind, but reader can be read as any gender.

Summary: You’re on the outs with Rhea, but you’ll let her beat you up if it means being close to her

Warnings: Intense self-loathing, sadism/masochism, begging, impact play (riding crop, face-slapping, whipping, kicking)

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Strike Three

“I’m nothing.”

Your own voice sounded unfamiliar - a strange, pathetic whisper wherein you admitted just how unworthy you were of the woman who loomed above you.

You disgusted yourself. You probably disgusted her, too, but looking up from your place kneeling at Rhea’s feet would mean seeing the disappointment in her eyes. Even the most painful implements she had struck you with didn’t hurt as much as the obvious regret she felt when she looked at you.

“Is that all you have to say for yourself?” Rhea’s cold tone was demanding.

Words could never redeem you, but you would gladly show her the depths of your remorse and self-loathing if she wished it.

“Without you, I’m less than nothing,” you continued, bowing your head, “I don’t deserve your affection, or even your attention; I only deserve to suffer.”

Rhea exhaled sharply, but said nothing.

“I don’t even know why you asked me to come over,” you admitted, half-numb, eyes out of focus.

“You said it yourself: the only thing you deserve is pain,” the sadism in her voice may as well have been a caress with how it soothed you, confirming that you were still of use to her in some way - or that you could at least pretend you were. “You’re here so I can give you exactly that. You’re going to ask for it. Then, you’re going to thank me.”

You nodded. In this moment, nothing felt more fitting than letting her decide your fate.

“Yes, Mistress,” you said aloud, “Please hurt me however you see fit. I’m yours to torment.”

“Damn right you are, bitch,” Rhea hissed, making you jump at the sound of the riding crop slapping against her palm, “But you can do better than that. Now grovel.”

“Please,” you begged again, letting the dam that held back your emotions give way slightly to put urgency into your words, “Please, Mistress, I need to be punished by your hand. I need to be hurt.”

She gave you a slap to your cheek with the riding crop before responding.

“And do you know why?”

“Because I f-failed you,” it was then that the dam broke and you began to sob, tears rolling down your face, “You t-trusted me and I ruin- I ruined everything.”

“Sounds about right,” Rhea said before bending over and roughly grabbing your chin, nails digging into your skin as she tilted your face upward. She wore a mask of fury, but there was no denying the look in her eyes - you’d hurt her. Badly.

As much as it felt like it, the guilt wasn’t going to eat a hole through your chest; you’d have to leave that to her, you thought, looking away instinctively.

The riding crop clattered to the ground a split-second before Rhea’s open hand struck you across the face.

“Fucking look at me while you beg for it,” she ordered, blurry through your tears.

“P-please,” you blubbered, blinking until you could focus on her face again, “M-mistress, please hurt me, please punish me, please-“

Another hard slap to your cheek silenced your pleas before Rhea let go of you with a shove.

“Pathetic,” she laughed at the sight of you on your hands and knees, picking up the black leather whip that had been resting on the table beside her.

With one sharp snap, the whip hit your arm with a scorching blow that made you cry out.

“Harder, please, Mistress,” you begged, fighting the urge to cover the stinging mark with your hand. This wasn’t going to wash away your mistakes, but it was the only thing that had felt right since you’d disappointed her.

Another two loud cracks accompanied two sharp, burning hits to your back. Your own shouts rang out as the pain began taking over all of your other senses.

“Harder!” you cried out desperately, “Please, make me bleed-”

A swift boot to your stomach cut you off, making you cough violently while you collapsed to the floor, curling up as you laid on your side.

“Shut the fuck up,” she spat, “I get to decide how to beat you, whore.”

Another snap of her whip hit your hands, making you whimper as you kept coughing.

“You think this hurts?” she growled, “What I’m doing to you right now is nothing” - she leaned in closer before raising her voice to a shout - “NOTHING compared to what you put me through. And you aren’t leaving until I’ve been repaid. With interest.”

[end]

[omegaremix]

The Great Vinyl Purge.

I had a funny feeling during my last music-shopping victory spree. When I furiously dug and came across certain titles, I constantly paused on myself wondering if I already had them in my collection. Dollar records make way for hasty decisions and later regretted when you come home to see those same titles you purchased already in your library.

I audited my shelves to see doubles I didn’t realize I once had. Money well spent if only the first time. After that, you’re donating to your local record stores. That’s what’s called charity. With me buying vinyl faster than a cheetah hunting down his prey, I’m running out of space. I’m not realizing I’m spending money on records I already have, so they had to go. There were many impulse purchases made thanks to low price tags, a kick for the classics, and very little care of the artist other than the year they were made.

There were many duplicates from artists I’m familiar with. Components from my Atari and Nintendo youth in Belinda Carlisle (The Go-Go’s) and Phil Collins (Genesis), jazz-fusion artists Tom Scott and Ramsay Lewis, and an extra from Minnie Riperton. The Doors’ Greatest Hits had to go as I mistakenly bought a copy recently before the purge, and one from France Joli that I shouldn’t have had because I tried finding a song that wasn’t on there.

Not only did I take the duplicates out, but I also took records out of my collection I never listened to. Two titles from The Who and Melba Montgomery that I purchased at an Amityville veteran’s hall left the library because I literally never played them. Doobie Brothers, Nicolette Larson, and many children’s records rescued from a sidewalk dump from people who didn’t know better. They had to go. A few days later I woke up one morning and asked myself why I have almost the entire vinyl discography of Seals & Croft and The 5th Dimension?

And then these three: Al Jolson, M.C. Osso, and Justin Wilson …Meets Jean (John) Barleycorn. Those were three records my dad found ages ago from another stack tossed out for the morning pick-up. That was when I was oblivious to vinyl and record collecting. Hell, we didn’t have a turntable back then. How did I somehow keep them and why did I keep a fucking cajun comedy (?) record? I was better than this.

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Now that the vinyl purge was over, what did I do? I had no time creating a Discogs and wait for these records to be sold piece by piece. No record-stores would take them as the children’s records are water-damaged with dry mold. The only other option? Take the easy way out and give them to someone who appreciates them. Why? Friends and family had been charitable to me in the past. A no-longer-staffer of WUSB announced a roll-call for a huge vinyl giveaway donated to me, and later on most of those same records went to Syke. That’s the same Syke who ended up donating me some of his records he found in front of someone’s house; a customer of his who took her entire collection and threw them out in front of the curb. Not me. I give my gifts to a good home.

Once my dad found a collection of polka records and took them home. “What the fuck is this?” I asked him. There’s no way I’d be caught dead and Wee-Gee’d with polka records. Good thing this was right before WUSB’s 35th anniversary. I knew our resident polka lady Theresa was attending, so I donated my stacks to her. Problem solved. Caring is sharing and it goes both way, that is…when you’re not throwing your entire library out in the street.

So I gave them to J-Ro, host of WUSB’s Radio Free J-Ro, archivist, and vinyl fanatic. I dropped them off at the station in October and told him to come get it. He took home Carly Simon’s self-titled, Minnie Riperton’s Perfect Angel, Ramsay Lewis’ Tequila Mockingbird, Herb Alpert’s Rise, and whatever 5th Dimension records he didn’t have already. So that’s only 5% of the stack. As of now, most of it is still there. It’s now WUSB’s as far as I’m concerned. We have the space. Let ‘em deal with it.

Here’s all I parted with to make way for more records and books of my liking. Malcomb Forbes did say: “he / she who dies with the most toys wins.” Sometimes, it’s the nicer shinier ones that get you the victory.

France Joli: Now!

Tom Scott: Blow It Out

Paul Simon: Still Crazy After All These Years

Doobie Brothers, The: Minute By Minute

Phil Collins: Face Value

Carly Simon: self-titled

Minnie Riperton: Perfect Angel

Ramsay Lewis: Tequila Mockingbird

Herb Alpert: Rise

Belinda Carlisle: Belinda

Al Jolson & Oscar Levant: Songs And Comedy

M.C. Osso: Umbra Penumbra

Justin Wilson:  Justin Wilson Meets Jean (John) Barleycorn

Doors, The: Greatest Hits

Who, The: It’s Hard

Melba Montgomery: Don’t Let The Good Times Fool You.

Seals & Crofts: Unborn Child, The Longest Road, Diamond Girl, Closer, Summer Breeze, Greatest Hits, self-titled.

5th Dimension, The: Greatest Hits On Earth, Greatest Hits, Up Up And Away, Stoned Soul Picnic, The Age Of Aquarius, Portrait

[bohemian-nights]

Must be sad for you that even Matt Smith likes Daemyra :/ That you want to admit it or not, GRRM wrote Daemon for Rhaenyra and he stated that one of his favorite things about him is his relationship with Rhaenyra. Whereas Matt and Ryan Condal have both said Daemon loves Rhaenyra. Ryan even said Daemon killed Rhea because it prevented him from marrying the ‘woman he actually loves’. He also backtracked from the choking when Matt admitted he didn’t understand that scene and didn’t want to do it (with Emma) sooo. Stay in your delusions and hatred for Rhaenyra and Daemyra but I promise you: the things you want and hope for Nettles and Daemon isn’t happening.

Also, you can claim as much as you want that you love Nettles just as an individual character but no one is stupid. Every time you bring her up its either to talk about Daemon or Rhaenyra. Be serious

This is the third Dumbnyra anon(and the second one trying to use Matt to prop up your dying/dead ship) within less than 12 hours(these anons were literally sent in the wee hours of the night/early morning where I am. If you are living anywhere in US of A this is extremely pathetic behavior especially since it’s a holiday) so to save myself some effort I’m going to do this:

Y’all need to decide if Ryan is trying to “ruin” your ship or not and stick to it because the back and forth is exhausting.

Sweetheart, what will happen will happen and the only way what you want to will happen is if Nettles is cut completely(not just from this upcoming season boo boo) from the show.

The show is heading towards Maidenpool. We all know what happens in Maidenpool😗 If you actually believed what you people say you wouldn’t be sweating it or spazzing out in my inbox right now.

And if you want to ignore all the moodboards, edits, fics, fancasting, character analysis, and gifs (I even created gifs for her mother who isn’t even a character) I’ve done for Nettles, knock yourself out my friend, but the only one here who doesn’t value Nettles as one of the most compelling characters of the Dance is you people.

As for GRRM, he never said what y’all are saying which is why y’all can’t even produce a source(an article or a video) for him stating he created Daemon for Rhaenyra and that she’s his great love. He’s talked about his love for Daemon(he loves his grayness and Rhaenyra is part of that grayness since he flips on her when she needed him the most to save who again?), but not that.

👆🏽Look I provided the actual source for the chocolate you are trying to make out of cow dung.

George doesn’t even agree with your a**es about Nettles being nothing special since he has expressed his interest in writing a whole novella about her😚

You people can call me crazy and delusional all you like, but don’t go saying I’m a fake fan. Nettles is freaking awesome. She's the sole reason I’m still watching this crap show.

She comes from literally nothing and ends up not only surviving the Dance with Sheepstealer but also becoming a goddess-like figure to a whole group of people. I find it strange how she has haters in the first place.

I haven’t had to constantly lie for my fave or my ship(which is why you people get mad when I bring in the text), but y’all literally make up sh*t(fake leaks, changing the lines, removing texts, taking texts out of context, saying one of the few characters who survives the dance is irrelevant and can be replaced with anyone Black) every five seconds to prop up your delusions.

Now I’ve been nice enough to throw some crumbs to you pigeons since you are begging for my attention, but the next anon who wants to start some sh*t in my inbox is getting blocked.

[grottweiler]

He's out! Better luck next time, buddy.