#Bryon Cage
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Just as Gorgeous as the day I left you.
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Characters: Bryon x FEM!Reader
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Genre: Smut, Drabble
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Warnings: Oral, Fem Receiving, Vulgar Language, Bryon refers to you as Darling, Pre-established Relationship, Organisms, Fingering, Rough (I guess?), Praise, Degrading (very little)
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A/N: First Smut fic- let me know how it is. BTW- I'm gonna try to get 4 requests done tomorrow to clean out my inbox. So.. no promises but we're going to try. Also, let me know if there are any mistakes in the warnings or writing!
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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Between heavy kisses he whispers about how insane you make him, how he'd do anything for you.
You sigh, it was a slow day. Waiting for Bryon to get home. Sitting next to the crystal glass that made up you’re window, a book in hand and tea just an arms reach away. Deciding that you needed a break, you set the book down, angling the pages so that it wasn't wide open and would tear the spine, but it wasn't quite closed and would save your page.
Getting up from your position on the couch, you take the cup in hand and walk towards the kitchen. Washing out the cup of its bitter leaves and soothing liquids. Carefully washing the porcelain and setting it to dry.
The quiet greeting of your front door closing was surprise to you as you grab a few slices of the sand which you made yesterday morning. Followed by the calm voice of Bryon walking into the kitchen.
“Hello Darling” He smiles, carefully taking off his mask and revealing his amber eyes. Pulling you close and kissing your earlobe. “ I missed you”
“I missed you too Bryon, but don't you have to go get changed?" you asked, turning towards him and cupping his cheeks. “Please Bryon?”
“Fine..” he sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before reluctantly moving away and walking into the shared bedroom and feeding Elona before sending her out again.
By the time he'd come back, you were busy washing the plate that you had used. he was silent, so when he wrapped his arms around your waist, you jumped and yelped in surprise.
“Hey, Bryon.. what is with you being so clingy?” You chuckle, enjoying the affection your boyfriend gave you.
"Just missed you is all. Is that such a crime?" He teased, however as you faced him, and he immediately caged you in against the counter.
“No! Just.. uh. Unexpected?” You laugh, a dark shade of blush on your cheeks. Your back hitting the curved ledge, made you jump slightly. Watching his arms as they gripped the counter on either side of you.
You could only moan as Bryon leaned forward and let his hips grind against your waist, letting out one long moan. You quickly stopped him with a harsh grip on his hips. Blushing slightly as he looked down at you sadly.
“Please darling.. I missed you so much. I just want to feel you.” He begged, trying to usher his hips again. Unfortunately to you, Bryon had snuck a hand against your waist and wrapped the hem in his finger. A rough tug sending the fabric down and exposing your thighs to him.
Gasping at the cold air, Bryon quickly kissed you in return. You could never get used to how soft his lips were, how passionate he got when he didn’t see you for a long time. But this time was different. There wasn't more passion, but there was another emotion in how he pulled you closer to him.
"Please.. I'm desperate here. Just one?" He mumbled, grinning slyly at you. You averted your eyes, finding sudden interest in the counter. A sudden force tilts your chin back to face him.
"I asked you something." He frowned, his voice a little deeper and commanding. "I just want you. I want to show you how much I missed you"
"F-fine. Just.. one" You sigh, yelping when a sudden pressure is poking at your entrance. He quickly slipped a finger inside and curled it, and you slumped forward and found purchase on his shoulders.
"Wow... so wet. Not to mention desperate" He laughed, pulling back and holding your chin. Watching as you moan and whine in his grasp. The random circles he applied on your clit didn't help either. He only smiled watching you slowly go insane as he slipped in another finger.
You've never bothered to use more than two fingers, but when Bryon does it, it feels. . . different. The harsh thrust of his fingers went faster as you moaned. Using his other hand, he brushed his thumbs gently along your nipples with a grin as you whimper and squirm against the counter.
All too quickly, Bryon slips his fingers out. Now wet with your juices, and licks them. Grinning as he quickly picks you up and brings you to your shared room. Dropping you on the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees in front of you.
Swiftly beginning to lap at your cunt relentlessly, the two fingers he put inside you again, curling inside of you while his other hand holds your thighs open.
Moans and curses fly out of your mouth, your legs shaking as Bryon finally coaxes that first orgasm out of you. Tears start to leak from your eyes at the intensity, the overstimulation getting to you.
"Aw, felt so good you came so soon? You really are more desperate than me" He teased, slamming his fingers back into you roughly. Quickly guiding your second organisms out of you.
"I could stop right now." he hummed, his fingers pausing right as you tighten around them and leaving your organism to die out. "But, then how would you know how long I've longed to do this to you?" he said while picking up speed. your hands instinctively went up to cover your mouth to muffle your moans, but he pulled them away and pinned your wrists behind your back.
"Fucking forever is the answer. Good girl, tighten up for me again. Always so good for me, hmm?" He laughed, watching as your back curved harshly against the soft fabric of the bed and came against his fingers.
"Y-Yes! Always good for a-h you!" You cry, your thighs instinctively truing to close around his hand. Causing him to frown and open your thighs again.
"Yeah, good girl. I've wanted to do this since I left" He smiled, going back to his ungodly pace, and it took you even longer to piece a sentence together, letting out a moan every single time he hit your g-spot.
he contemplated for a moment before slipping out his fingers and going down on you. A erupted from you, thrashing from under him as he devoured you.
"o-oh… oh my god…" you moan, your hands breaking free from his to grab at the sheets of the bed tightly, your knuckles turning white. Your hips begin to rock against his mouth in time with his laps and sucks.
Your hands soon leave the sheets and make their way down to his hair, pulling at the strands. “ah! so good! mmph! P-please I'm so close!"
Bryon immediately sucks hard on your clit, grinning as you immediately cum on his tongue. Greedily licking it up, he pulls back. "Just as gorgeous as the day I left you"
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The Presence Of The Lord Is Here (2003)
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Powerhouse Singer Melissa Bethea Drops “Awesome” Single || @melissacbethea1
Houston, TX: Former Jersey Girl Melissa Bethea’s debut radio track, “You’re Coming Out,” snatched over a half million digital streams in 2021. The mesmerizing gospel belter who shot to church fame as the soloist on the GRAMMY® Award nominated group JJ Hairston & Youthful Praise hits such as “No Holding Back” and “You Are Worthy,” is ready for her next close-up. On August 26th, the Houston, Texas transplant will release the bouncy track, “Awesome” (New Flavor Entertainment/ Tyscot), on all digital music platforms.
“Awesome” was written by Bethea’s production duo of Eric Davis ((known for writing and producing for JJ Hairston & Youthful Praise) and Clarence Singleton (known for writing and producing for Marvin Sapp, Hezekiah Walker) along with Makeba Riddick-Woods who has co-written pop hits such as Beyonce’s “Déjà Vu,” Jennifer Lopez’s “Holding Me Down,” and Rihanna’s “Rude Boy.” The close of summer track boasts the zest of a Jamaican street festival with a soulfully commercial flavor that should bring Bethea a diverse audience of new fans.
In 2021, the 30-something singer was recruited to join the music department staff at the 28,000-member New Light Church in Houston where she is now one of the worship leaders. Bethea, her husband Joseph, and their four-year-old daughter Jade packed up their belongings and moved to H-Town where they have made a new life for themselves.
The life isn’t that different from the one she knew in her hometown of Newark, NJ. Her world revolved around church and music. Her mom was a singer with regional choirs. Her dad didn’t sing, but he loved music. “My father loved music,” she says of the man she lost to diabetes when she 13 years old. “Because of him, I listened to blues, a lot of Motown. I feel like a 90-year-old person because I know all about ZZ Hill, The O’Jays, The Temptations.”
On the church side, Bethea became a fan of worship music when she started attending her uncle, Bishop Charles Harris Jr.’s Bethel Church of Love and Praise in Bloomfield, NJ. “I had gone to church all my life, but I never heard praise and worship music before that time. Their music department showed me that there’s another way of getting God’s attention.”
“Initially, I did not want to sing,” Bethea admits. “I went to the New Jersey Institute of Technology to become a pharmaceutical engineer with a minor in biology. I was good at math, but that wasn’t my purpose. When I learned about praise and worship, that became my calling.” Bethea began singing with gospel artists in the New York Tri-State area such as Hezekiah Walker and Lance Williams. She also began to develop her own style. “Cece Winans and Oleta Adams are my favorites,” she confesses. “With Oleta, I like the tonality of her voice and how she approaches a song. She doesn’t do a whole lot, but when she does add a little sauce, it’s impactful, and on top of that, she plays piano.”
Bethea and Singleton have known each other since they were teenagers, running into each other at various church services in New Jersey. Singleton formed New Flavor Entertainment with Eric Davis in 2017. They have since collaborated on recorded music by gospel megastars such as Marvin Sapp, Ricky Dillard, and Bryon Cage, among others. Now, the duo is working together on Bethea’s first full-length project. “I believe the album will be used to encourage, uplift, and inspire,” she says. “So many people need hope because they’ve lost so much with this pandemic This is going to refresh, revive, renew, and point people to Jesus.”
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TV ONE TO CELEBRATE THE ACHIEVEMENTS OF GOSPEL LUMINARIES AT THE AFRICAN PRIDE GOSPEL SUPERFEST
SILVER SPRING, MD (August 13, 2019) - TV One will air THE AFRICAN PRIDE GOSPEL SUPERFEST on Sunday, August 25, 2019 at 7 p.m. ET/6C followed by an encore presentation at 8 p.m./7C. Held at the Schuster Performing Arts Center in Dayton, Ohio, the 19th annual celebration will bring together gospel recording artists and celebrities for one of America's most anticipated television events in urban gospel.
Hosted by film and television star Wendy Raquel Robinson, the one-hour telecast will feature a musical celebration honoring Pastor Donnie McClurkin with guest performances by Deitrick Haddon, Sensere, J. Moss, Tye Tribbett, The Shelby 5, Isabel Davis, Micah Stampley, Byron Cage, Demetrius West & JP and many more.
Don't miss a memorable evening of performances, uplifting entertainment, and a salute to gospel luminaries and their musical legacies.
THE AFRICAN PRIDE GOSPEL SUPERFEST | See The Shelby 5 Pays Tribute to Donnie McClurkin below:
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THE AFRICAN PRIDE GOSPEL SUPERFEST is produced by Cartwright Entertainment Group with Bobby Cartwright Jr. and Renita A. Cartwright serving as Executive Producers.
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This Is Not A Fairy Tale - Five
Alpha!Prince!Sam x Omega!Reader
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Summary: You’re a suppressed Omega who is forced into servitude after the death of your father. Your stepmother Naomi is a heartless woman who forces you to do the cooking and cleaning, while she tries to marry off her own two daughters, Alex and Claire. But your life takes a wonderful and dangerous turn when you meet the charming Prince Sam who also happens to be an Alpha.
Warnings: ABO smut, abuse, death of parents, magic
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Your home, or what was your home, is a three-hour journey from the castle. You ride through fields and cross rivers, following your own innate sense of direction. Sam couldn’t find his way to you, but in contrast you always know your way. It’s a trait left from your father.
Rehearsing the plan in your head, you try to account for every possibility. Perhaps they will be sleeping. After a night of dancing and drinking, Naomi and your step-sisters must be exhausted. Maybe they haven’t even noticed you’re gone. And even if they have, you’re banking on the fact that they’ll be too worn out to put up a fuss, at least not this morning.
You won’t get into specifics. There’s no reason for them to know anything about what happened between you and Sam. The goal is to collect your father’s ashes and leave without a nasty confrontation.
There’s no sign of life as you approach the house. Tying the horse to the post you venture inside as quietly as possible. The house appears empty. Slipping your shoes off, you shuffle through the dining room and into the parlor. Your father's ashes sit atop the fireplace in an ornate gold jar that once belonged to your mother. You’ll have both of them with you now.
You carefully collect the urn and turn to find Naomi waiting silently in the doorway. You nearly drop the jar, pulling it back to your chest.
“You really are a slippery little thing, aren’t you.” Her eyes narrow. “How did you get out of the chains?”
“You didn’t fasten them tight enough.” You counter, standing tall. There’s no reason to be afraid of her now. You have the power whether she knows it or not.
“There she is!” Claire rattles, standing beside her mother with Alex right behind. “What are you wearing?”
“What’s different about you?” Alex tips her head. “She looks...less like walking death.”
“Yes, she does.” Naomi steps closer as you fight the urge to retreat. “What are you playing at with Robert’s ashes?”
“I’m taking them with me.” You feel emboldened, empowered for the first time in your adult life. “I won’t be living here anymore.”
“What?” Claire laughs, looking at you as if you’ve just said you saw a dragon. “Have you finally gone insane?”
“What is this?” Naomi throws up a hand to silence her daughter.
“I have decided it’s time for me to move on. I’m no longer a child and you are not my master. I’m not a servant. I’m your stepdaughter and I am free to go as I please.” You want to jump for joy as the words leave your mouth. You’ve wanted to say them for so long.
“This is rather sudden.” Naomi smiles a terrifying grin that sends fear into your very bones. “You are correct. You are not my property, but you forget you are an Omega. If you leave and try to make it on your own you’ll be snapped up by the first wealthy Alpha to cross your path. Omegas aren’t meant to be free, my dear.”
“I’ve already been claimed,” you snap back before you can stop yourself. The hatred you’ve been suppressing for years bubbling to the surface.
All three pairs of eyes snap to your neck. Your hair is covering half of Sam’s bite but it’s visible if one knows what to look for.
“Who would claim you?” Alex wonders aloud, turning to Claire. “Is she serious?”
Naomi is silent, you but you can see the wheels turning. She’s putting things together, staring at you in contempt as the pieces click into place.
“What have you done? You little whore!” She’s seething, jaw clenched as she thrusts an accusatory finger in your direction.
“He claimed me.” You poke your chest, tears springing to your eyes. “He wants to be with me, Naomi. We’re soulmates and there is nothing you can do to take that away from us.”
“What is she talking about?” Clair looks from you to her mother. “Who claimed her?”
“The Prince.” Naomi presses her lips together. “It was her at the ball. The mystery woman in blue. She’s an Omega, no one else ever stood a chance. He wouldn’t have been able to control himself even if you were a troll under a bridge! The king and queen will never allow such deception.”
“It wasn’t the first time we’ve met,” you volley back, watching the fact register as her face falls. “He threw the ball to find me. We’re going to be happy together and I hope my joy tortures you every day!”
“Is she serious?” Claire looks as if she might vomit. “She can’t be. You’re both having a laugh, aren’t you? Mother?”
“Shut up!” Naomi snaps. She can’t take her eyes off you. Alex and Claire are frozen in shock and all you want to do is leave this place and never come back. “You’re going to pay for this.”
“He wanted to know who hurt me.” Your eyes narrow as you inch toward her, wishing you could reach out and smack her right across the face. “He ordered me to tell him who left these scars on my body and I protected you. You should remember that I showed you mercy when you’ve shown me none.”
“You ungrateful slut!” She screams, hands fisted at her sides.
“Goodbye,” you offer your regards and skirt around the women.
You’re surprised that no one follows you but grateful that it’s over as you secure the ashes in your saddlebag. But when you turn to take one final look at the home your father built, Naomi is stalking toward you with two servants behind her. It’s two of the men who work in the fields and care for the cattle.
“Stop her!” Naomi instructs and you realize what’s happening.
“Don’t touch me!” you shout as both men grab your arms, pulling you away from the horse. “Let me go!”
“You are a foolish child.” Naomi watches stone faced as you struggle, fighting like a caged animal. “Carry her down to the basement and make sure she’s tied up properly, arms and legs. We can’t have her slipping out again.”
“What are you doing?!” you scream, staring at her in horror as you’re dragged toward the house. Your feet kick along the ground as freedom slips away. “You can’t keep me here. He’ll find me!”
Three Days Later
Dean winces as a chair hits the wall with tremendous force and splinters in a thousand pieces, sending wood shards in all directions.
“Who is in charge of the search?” Sam yells, grabbing the edge of a small side table and sending it flying. He’s taking his aggression out on whatever’s within arm’s reach.
“I am, my lord.” Byron, a middle-aged high ranking soldier, looks from Dean to Sam, shrinking back a step. “We’re doing all we can, but the search will take time. Perhaps if we had a starting point-”
“Don’t make excuses.” Sam points, stalking toward him. “Just find her. Do you need more men?” Sam looks from Byron to his father who’s watching from the corner of the room. “Tell him he can have as many men as he needs.”
“Of course,” John nods. “Whatever it takes.”
“It’s not a matter of manpower.” Bryon gulps, gathering his courage. “It’s simple logistics. We’ve searched every home in the city from top to bottom. We’ve started with the country homes but it will take days to ensure we’ve left no stone unturned. Perhaps a week.”
“A week?” Sam’s blood is boiling, his face bright red, unable to control the anger churning inside him. Just as quickly, his mood shifts, face falling, swallowing hard as he glances at the king. The fight has drained out of him. Sam’s been cycling between rage and desperation for seventy-two hours. “A week? I can’t-”
“We’ll find her.” John bows his head in confirmation. “Perhaps we need a better strategy.”
“May I make a suggestion?” Bryon raises a shaking finger.
“Please,” Dean nods.
“Perhaps we should make an announcement. If people knew what had happened we would have thousands more eyes looking for her. Men would volunteer to join the search.”
“That’s out of the question.” Mary speaks up for the first time.
“Why? It’s not a bad idea.” Dean offers. “Are you concerned about appearance? Claimed but unmarried…”
“Of course not. There is far more at stake than Sam’s reputation.” Mary scoffs, moving across the room to her youngest son and running a hand up his back. “What do you think the risks are for a prince’s mate out in the world without protection? There are plenty who would jump at the chance to use her against us. Not to mention she’s an Omega, claimed or not she’s a rare commodity.”
Sam makes a desperate breathy noise as his eyes flutter shut. He’s a newly mated Alpha without his mate. The balance of his body has been turned upside down. He can hardly think straight and when he manages to have a coherent thought it’s nothing more than a list of all the terrible fates that could befall you.
“I have to ask again, I’m sorry son.” John persists despite his wife shaking her head in silent warning. “You’re sure she didn’t leave of her own volition? It’s possible she was overwhelmed by how fast things moved-”
“She didn’t run away.” Sam snaps to attention, anger flooding back. He’s been over this a hundred times. “She had every intention of returning. She left a note. If she would have just waited, none of this would have happened.”
“So, either she was detained between the castle and her home or something happened on the journey back,” Dean surmises. “She didn’t tell you anything? Her father’s name? Any detail?”
“No, she didn't want me to know.” Sam explains. “They beat her. There were marks all over her, some from a lash, others I’ve never seen before. She didn’t want me to retaliate.”
“Well, it sounds as if time is of the essence.” Mary thinks on this news, going over all the details Sam has shared over the last three days. “She told you her father was dead and it was her stepmother that beat her?”
“Yes,” Sam confirms, jaw ticking as his nose scrunches in displeasure.
“Well, then we must narrow the search. Byron, compile a list of men who have passed away and left widows and children. I’m sure it’s a long list, but it’s better than scouring the countryside with no direction.”
“Right away.”
The moment Byron leaves the room Sam turns to his father with tears in his eyes. “They’re hurting her. Whoever stopped her from returning, they’re hurting her.”
“You don’t know that.” Mary whispers, slipping her arm around his waist.
“I do. I can’t explain it, but I can feel it. I know how that sounds but I swear to you there are moments when I feel her so clearly. She’s in pain.”
“The bond between Alpha and Omega is something no one understands. You’re connected to her in more ways than we realize.” John places a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “We’re going to find her. It’s only a matter of time.”
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Naomi is proving a point. She thought you were already broken, but now she’s on a mission to seal the deal.
You scream as the whip cuts across your back, feeling flesh open as the sting of the leather crosses over dozens of already open wounds. You’re strung up, arms above your head and stripped naked. There’s a warm trickle of blood down your back and over your buttocks. She’s taken the lash to every part of you she can reach, legs, backside and stomach. She’s refrained from marking your breasts and belly, because, as she’s been eager to explain a buyer wants something pretty to look at.
She announced this morning that she has in fact sold you to a wealthy statesman, an Alpha from a far away kingdom. He’ll come to collect you this evening so Naomi is making the most of her last hours with you.
At some point your mind leaves your body. You float upward toward the ceiling, a hazy, clouded feeling as you remember Sam’s scent and how warm it felt to be with him. You didn’t realize how cold you always were in your little basement bedroom until you felt his animal heat all around you. The sound of your voice crying out in agony echos far away.
If you died down here, at least you would have died knowing how wonderful it feels to be cared for by someone. To be held and kissed by a man who only wanted to show you pleasure and safety. But instead, you will suffer a fate much worse than death. You’re to be a mate for another Alpha, a man will no doubt try to claim you and make you his own...but no other mark will ever supersede Sam’s. Your soul and your body will always pine after your original mate. This will only be the beginning of the suffering.
You jerk back to reality when your knees hit the floor. Naomi has cut the ropes that held you. Now you’re a bloody puddle of a woman, nude and cowering on the soot covered stone.
“Why are you doing this?” You look up, knowing the question itself might incur her wrath but it doesn’t matter anymore. Your entire body is on fire, nauseating pain that makes your stomach heave. What’s more at this point?
“Because I hate you,” she replies simply. “You were a wretched child and grew into a wretched woman. If you think I’ll let you take away my daughters’ chance at an advantageous marriage, you’re mistaken. I should have sold you off long ago.”
“Please don’t do this.” You look up at her, arms wobbling as you summon your last ounce of strength. “If you let me go I won’t tell.”
“You won’t tell anyone as it is. I’ve told the Duke what a liar you are. I don’t want you to think you can talk your way out of this. I explained to him that you were claimed by a stable hand and will say or do whatever you can think of to be with him. I wouldn’t go telling tales of your prince. The duke said if you can’t stop your dishonesty he’ll cut out your tongue. You won’t need it to be of use to him.”
You close your eyes, gripping your knees to your chest and try to imagine a way out. There has to be something you can do. If only you’d told Sam where you came from, your father’s name. Anything. You never imagined your life would come to this, an Omega bought and sold and soon to be shipped off to a land far, far away.
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Two months lata
After two months of living as steward and steward’s wife, they had found a good rhythm. Lander would wake up first, always at some unholy hour. He didn’t get much sleep anymore, not since they’d learned that Queen Harper was plotting her return. He tossed and turned most of the night, sometimes waking up Maudine and sometimes getting pushed off the bed because of it. When that happened, he’d climb back in and hit her hard with his pillow. Then Maudine would shoot straight up in bed with angry eyes and crazy spaghetti hair. But if Maudine were to hit Lander back, Lander would call the guards on her, and neither of them would get enough sleep. So she’d wait for morning to spit in his tea.
But when Lander decided to get up and get ready, Maudine would stretch all the way out on their shared bed and listen to him pitter patter around the room for a while. There was talk of bringing a second bed into the room, secretly. But since their worthiness as rulers was already in question, nothing could be spared to keep up appearances. So it couldn’t be risked yet. Lander was at the point where he was considering getting a lapdog just to have a cage for Maudine to sleep in. He’d even spoken with the royal furnishers about designing a dog cage with pink and red bows, and a velvety dog bed. Once he’d even caught himself fantasizing about convincing Maudine that there were more perks to pretending to be his pet than pretending to be his wife.
This morning, Lander sorted through the official mail, grumbling as he flipped through several orders sent by council members. He’d been groomed for this position from boyhood, and thought he played his role well. But lately the council was tightening their grip about Lander’s throat. It seemed that if Lander so much as blinked wrong, he had to be called into a council meeting for reprimands. There was a tension among them with the prospect of Queen Harper’s return to claim her “rightful” place. If it was true, they didn’t know in what manner she’d be returning. She might march in with the Miger people on her left and the Termellow military on her right. Or she might be more quiet about it and send a man from the Kingsguard to kill their mascot, as they had tried to do to her. If only they could figure out where she was hiding, but it had proved an impossible task. They only heard news through whispers and snippets of intercepted transmissions.
A clean white envelope stuck out among the others, and Lander sliced it open and gutted its insides. It contained the results of his popularity poll, as administered by the council. They thought it would help to know where he stood with the people. Lander scanned it quickly and his fresh face went sour. It appeared his subjects did not have a high opinion of him , but even worse-
“Maudine,” he hissed. She blinked at him sleepily and smiled. “Public opinion hates you. I told you that you open your eyes too widely, they look like they’ve been taped open. Why do you insist on terrifying people wherever you go?”
She was still smiling, which made him even angrier. “That look there, that’s why! Wipe that smile from your face, you hideous clown. Are you even listening to me? Have you heard a word I said? Are you dead? You look like you’ve perished, what an awful fate, to be buried with such a vapid expression.”
Her vapid expression did not change, not a single conscious thought seemed to pass through her. “My lord, are you really dead?”
He reached out with his walking staff and prodded her side, and only then did she start laughing. Lander stood up abruptly and went to wash his face.
“Oh yes, the height of humor, master of comedy. You sicken me.”
Maudine slid from the bed and followed him into the bathroom. Neither looked at each other, Lander swished water in his mouth and Maudine started pulling out lipsticks and mascara.
“You poked me really hard,” she pouted.
“Shush, give me some peace this morning.”
“Why don’t you love me anymore?”
“I never-“ Lander stopped and glared at her for the absurdity of her question. He wasn’t going to play into this, whenever she started spouting nonsense she was just trying to get something out of him. Maudine leaned over the sink, her nose nearly touching the glass to put on her makeup. He glared harder as he watched her apply mascara with her eyes as wide as saucers. It was so disgustingly obvious why the popularity poll was at an all time low.
“We can rekindle that old flame we had two months ago, let’s run away together, Lander.”
“No.”
But the genuine tone of her voice did give him pause. He didn’t care about her feelings, not even a little, but sometimes he couldn’t tell if Maudine was truly invested in this marriage or if it was all part of her trickery. Sometimes he got the feeling that she wanted him to care, though he couldn’t fathom why. Some womanly weakness, probably. Maudine clipped her mascara closed and put everything back in the drawer. She left and Lander let out a sigh, relieved until she came back only a moment later.
“Fine, if you’re going to stay then you’ll need your laser-proof vest.”
For this, Lander actually relented. He put his hands out and Maudine slipped the tightly woven fabric over him. Her arms slid around his waist as she did the clasps. Lander glanced at the two of them in the mirror, thinking it was rather a pity he didn’t care for her. Maudine looked in the mirror too. Then she gave Lander an extra nuzzle, because his time in this world was probably about up.
They were always followed by two guards, wherever they went. Often the guards were faces they hadn’t seen before, since everyone had been replaced after the incident with the rogue who whisked off with the queen. Maudine walked briskly at Lander’s heel until they stopped in front of the Council’s conference room. Inside, Mr. Proteus was waiting at the center of the long table, and the two Agnes’ were seated on his right, Mr. Agnes being the closest, and both of them arguing quietly about who would sit get to sit next to Byron Proteus at the next meeting.
There were little dishes with galactic cheese and fine crackers placed at intervals along the table setting. The royal couple took their seats on the other side of their families in a way that was almost graceful. But then Maudine made a point of brushing some strands of hair behind Lander’s ear and he swatted her hand away.
“Lander,” Mr. Proteus snapped with a chastising tone. Lander looked at him with a hurt face, wanting to say something but thinking better of it. Mr. and Mrs. Agnes were both looking at their son-in-law, smiling from ear to ear. After that, several other council members filtered into the room, and Mr. Proteus commenced his opening statement.
“Welcome, fellow men and women of the venerable council. Take a seat, enjoy the refreshments. The servants are at your disposal if you should require anything more. Now, you all must know why I called this meeting this morning.”
“The results of the poll, I expect,” Lander cut in, his expression morose. Mr. Proteus remained in his calm and dignified pose, but his eyes darted to Lander lightening quick.
“No, I haven’t seen them. Did we meet expectations?” At once, Lander realized his mistake. Maudine hummed and looked around.
“Ah, modest..expectations, father.”
Bryon Proteus, whom nothing got past, knew what this meant. He also knew the right time to bring up a matter, and so brushed past this one.
“We must address the possibility of Queen Harper’s return. As you know, there has been talk that the rebel faction has prepared a violent attack with Harper at the lead. I believe our best defense relies on the loyalty of our subjects. Let them toss her back out before she even arrives to the palace.”
Turning the people against Harper was not out of the realm of possibility. Those living on the Alpha planet had reason to be pleased with their new government. Elpis was bringing in a surplus of resources from worker planets. Living wages were steadily increasing, and many of the minor planet rebellions were already squashed. From the vantage point of the Alpha planet, peace was on the horizon.
“So I’d like to open this up to you,” Byron continued, “Do I hear any suggestions from my illustrious peers?”
“We can start a propaganda campaign, spread messages that subtly chip away at her reputation.” Someone else immediately followed up on this:
“Lightbringers kept us in darkness.”
Mr. Agnes, the note taker, jotted the idea down quickly, and Mrs. Agnes snapped her fingers for one of the servant boys. A very nervous looking man hurried over to her, a tray and a towel in his hands.
“Aloysius,” she said, “Bring me some strong liqueur. I think better when I have some strong liqueur.”
“As..as..as..as you wish..” he gulped down and scurried off to fulfill her request. It took only a moment for him to return, and by then Byron had turned over this idea and decided it wasn’t what they needed. He looked back to his son; the news of the poll on his mind.
“Perhaps our solution lies not in tearing down, but in building up. The people must love you more than they once believed they loved Harper. You need good publicity.”
“What about an official portrait, father?” He was long overdue for one, after all. But before anyone had the chance to respond, the small, sad voice of Aloysius spoke up.
“May I make a suggestion?” he asked.
“That depends,” answered Lander, his lip curling, “Does your suggestion include assassinating Harper two months ago?”
Maudine nodded. Of course, that is to say, she hadn’t stopped nodding since the meeting began. Lander glanced at her and put his hand on her head to cease the incessant bobbing, and it did the trick. His comment had elicited a few chuckles from the council members plus Aloysius retreated to the shadows, and that was enough to settle the old feelings of hatred that had gurgled back up like acid in Lander’s throat. He was rather witty, he thought to himself, and thought these meetings suffered without him taking the lead. He was the steward of a galactic empire, and yet he didn’t feel he was entrusted with the power that would normally come with his title.
The doors, discreetly shut and locked, resonated with knocking. There were three light raps, a pause, two more, then another pause, and one final knock, so everyone knew it was Commander Gen Ippo outside- undoubtedly waiting in polite and formal stance. Byron nodded to Aloysius and Aloysius opened the door to the man, inviting him inside.
“I must respectfully decline” he replied, “I simply came to say that one of my steward’s subjects requests his presence in the throne room. My steward asked that I inform him immediately when he was wanted?” He always called Lander my steward with such emphasis that it was hard to know if he was being sarcastic or especially respectful.
“I did, thank you Commander Ippo. I think you’ll find that there is no better way to win favor with your kingdom than to be always at the ready.”
It was obvious that Lander was pleased with himself, from the way he pushed out his chair and folded his hands behind his back, taking long and graceful strides from the room for everyone to admire. His original policy was to throw all his subjects out. But desperate times called for desperate measures, so now he welcomed everyone who wanted to speak with him. Maudine sighed and followed behind.
There were glossy transparent curtains that opened up onto the throne, and Lander tossed them aside with style and abandon. He sat in his great chair by crossing one leg over the other. When Lander gave his signal, the citizen was allowed into the room.
Lander’s knuckles went white as he gripped his chair. It was HARPER. She wore a tattered brown cloak and hood that obscured her face, but he knew it from the way she walked. The Lightbringer family all walked that way. Lander looked about him quickly, scrambling up in his chair, nearly frothing in his fury. He half expected an ambush. Had that Aloysius known all along? Ippo? The Guards? Traitors, all of them. The woman came forward, skipped forward actually, and threw off her great big hood, and then he saw that it was not Harper at all. It was that smaller one: the unimportant sister. So that was why she looked shorter than he remembered. He hadn’t thought anything of it, since he’d raised his throne on such a high platform that everything appeared small to him. But back to the point- why was she here? She looked like she was in some kind of frenzy.
“Lander, I had to come back to you!” she cried.
Now Maudine was the one fearing an overthrow.
“Get that girl out of here,” she ordered loudly and suddenly. Then, staking her claim on Lander, Maudine leaned over to kiss him, which he evaded several times, so she had to track his swerving face until she finally caught him. Unfortunately for all parties, Lee saw this and shrieked. The sound echoed through the hall, followed by the thump of her hitting the ground and bursting into tears, and shredding a paper upon which she’d scrawled her declarations of love. The pieces caught a breeze from the window and fluttered away in the most heartwrenching scene. Then-
“AUREILEE!” Another woman in the same exact disguise came running down the carpet, throwing off her hood in the same way. Except this time it really was Harper. She’d secretly chased her wayward sister back to Elpis, hoping to save her before it was too late. Lander gasped, his heart skipping its beat.
“Guards!” he called.
“Harper!” It was Caspen, throwing off his brown hood. He’d found out about Harper’s plan to chase Aureilee, and chased after Harper.
Maudine did nothing. She was just wondering what would happen next. Caspen skid over the floor, demanding that Harper haul back her sorry behind. Although where she was supposed to haul it to, it was hard to say. The guards finally stopped being stunned at the new arrivals and took action. Several of them converged, weapons drawn, and wrestled Caspen to the ground. But then suddenly, the tides turned again. A second pair of guards attacked their own kind, freeing Caspen from their grasp, with the queen and Lee in tow. As they would later learn- Eithna and Ferrand had arranged a rescue mission as soon as they’d realized Caspen had gone chasing after the queen. The loyalist guards were planted there that morning. Only Arcadius had noted how ridiculous this all was.
“Eat sparks!” said Caspen as he was being dragged away by his rescuers. He’d pulled out his gun.
“What is going on?” Lander shouted, pretty confused considering the whirlwind of emotions he’d just witnessed. Nor was it over. In the next second he flew back against his chair from the force of Caspen’s shot. It felt like he was always getting shot. Maybe he was. A daze came over him.
Finally, there was silence.
Why did his ambitions amount to nothing? He had every advantage in the galaxy. He pulled the right strings, didn’t he? And then these rebel criminals came along and humiliated him in one deft stroke. Lander was aware he was on the floor. The ceiling above him was white and heavenly and welcoming. Then Maudine popped into view.
“I don’t want thanks for this, let’s all just praise the miracle of a wife’s intuition. I’m glad I have it.”
Lander’s eyeballs, which had been sliding back into his head, rolled back into place.
“What?”
“You’d be dead if I hadn’t made you wear that vest.”
“Oh…” He groaned, suddenly feeling a lot less mortally wounded than he was a moment ago. He pulled himself up with a little assistance from Maudine and she tucked some strands of hair behind his ear.
“I still feel awful, and that buffoon from the Kingsguard got away with Harper. What does your intuition say to that?”
“We need to take some time off.”
Ugh, this again. He took a deep breath and exhaled.
“Yes…” Lander submitted, “I suppose we do.”
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FEB/BCC 2019 Guest List
Since I'm always so excited about going to FanExpo Boston, I thought it would be fun to share what celebrities are set to be there. I've met a total of six celebrities in my past two trips (1 in 2017, and 5 in 2018), and I hope to meet a couple this year in 2019.
I originally had a few separate blog posts about it, I decided to start fresh with this. There will be other posts updating this lineup, and for less clutter, this and other future posts will be tagged under "FanExpo Boston", so it's easier to find on my blog.
Okay, so here's who is set to show up! (the ones that are crossed out are ones who have cancelled due to either film schedules or other commitments) Each celebrity will have between 2-5 acting credits, including the ones listed by the convention's website. There might be only one depending on what else the celebrity has been in.
Sebastian Stan (Captain America/the MCU, The Martian, Black Swan)
Zachary Levi (Shazam, Tangled, Chuck, Thor/the MCU)
Peter Capaladi (Doctor Who, Christopher Robin, World War Z)
David Harbour (Hellboy (2019), Stranger Things, Suicide Squad)
Patrick Warburton (Family Guy, The Emperor's New Groove, Amazon Prime's The Tick, A Series of Unfortunate Events)
Stephen Amell (Arrow/Arrowverse, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Out of the Shadows)
Tom Welling (Smallville, Cheaper by the Dozen)
Michael Rosenbaum (Smallville, Teen Titans)
Rutger Hauer (Blade Runner, Sin City, Hobo with a Shotgun)
Sean Young (Blade Runner, Ace Ventura)
Edward James Olmos (Blade Runner, Battlestar Galactica)
Danielle Fishel (Boy/Girl Meets World)
Will Friedle (Boy/Girl Meets World, Kim Possible, Guardians of the Galaxy (2015 series), Transformers: Robots in Disguise)
Ben Savage (Boy/Girl Meets World, Little Monsters)
Rider Strong (Boy/Girl Meets World, Star vs. the Forces of Evil)
Tyler Hoechlin (Supergirl/Arrowverse, Teen Wolf)
Pamela Anderson (Baywatch, Barb Wire, V.I.P.)
Corey Feldman (The Lost Boys, The Goonies, Stand by Me, Gremlins, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990 film))
Sean Astin (The Goonies, Lord of the Rings, Stranger Things, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2012 series), Rudy)
Ke Huy Quan (The Goonies, Indiana Jones: The Temple of Doom)
Jason David Frank (Power Rangers, Ninjak vs. the Valiant Universe)
Mike Colter (Luke Cage/MCU, Men in Black III)
Rodger Bumpass (SpongeBob SquarePants, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1987 series), Teen Titans)
Grey Griffin-DeLisle (Fairly Oddparents, Avatar: The Last Airbender, The Loud House, DC Super Hero Girls)
John DiMaggio (Futurama, Adventure Time, American Dad)
Vanessa Marshall (Star Wars: Rebels, Guardians of the Galaxy (2015 series), Injustice 2)
Jodi Benson (The Little Mermaid, Toy Story, Enchanted)
Patrica Summersett (The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)
Peter Cullen (Transformers, Winnie the Pooh)
Frank Welker (Transformers, Curious George, The Lion King, Scooby-Doo)
Byrce Papenbrook (My Hero Academia, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir, Attack on Titan)
Eric Vale (My Hero Academia, One Piece, Dragon Ball)
Roger Clark (Red Dead Redemption II)
Benjamin Bryon Davis (Red Dead Redemption II, Ant-Man and the Wasp)
Gaku Space (Overwatch)
Fred Tatasciore (Overwatch, Final Fantasy XV, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Avengers Assemble (2013 series), 9)
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Treble Damages
fandom: Midnight Cinderella
character: Byron Wagner
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original timestap: 02 November 2015
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Chapter Two: the Schreien
At the foot of the mountains near Stein Palace was small cave. It would have been easily overlooked had it not been for the fact that four Stein knights were always stationed at the entrance, doing shifts every four and eight hours, routinely, without fail. Years ago, the four knights would have been triple in number, with prisoners in metal cages being dragged into the cave. But that was then and this is now, and the Schreien was silent.
Nico Meier had been to the Schreien once. Once. And he had never wanted to return to it ever. It wasn’t just a bad place. It was the stuff of nightmares. And not just for the people of Stein. The Schreien was known even as far off as Protea, where hushed whispers about the palace of screams were used to discipline stubborn children. As a young boy, Nico had heard of these stories in Wysteria too, and he remembered the look of fear in a playmate’s eyes when he was scolded for having taken apples without permission. Now that he was back in the full service to King Byron, he didn’t like it that he was here. Again. And that it was under His Majesty’s orders. It didn’t sit right with him.
But then again, these men had hurt Princess Tori.
He couldn’t deny to himself the sense of anticipation he felt when Albert told him they were going to go out hunting, or the disappointment that quickly followed when they were able to catch the culprits off guard at a tavern close to the borders to Wysteria. He had been trying to control his rage ever since that night and he wanted, craved, an outlet. He wanted those goddamn traitors to put up a fight, almost hungered for them to draw their swords and fight him so he could hurt them back and pay for what they did to the princess and Sir Alyn. But they didn’t, the fucking cowards. They couldn’t fight a band of fully armored knights but had the gall to hurt a princess escorted only by a handful of guards.
The sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs and King Byron appeared, flanked by four knights. Upon his approach, Nico immediately stepped out of the shadows.
“Your Majesty.” He bowed low.
“Alive?” King Byron asked.
“Bound and gagged.” Nico replied, straightening. “But they’re not cooperating. They say -”
“They will talk.” King Byron’s voice was flat, low and dangeroulsy confident. He wasn’t looking at Nico but instead was staring at the door with an intensity that the knight had never seen before.
Nico swallowed. There was something different about King Byron. Even the other knights were particularly quiet, not a creak in their armor as they stood attendant, almost as if they were afraid to be the object of a Wagner’s fury.
“The others?” “In separate cells, as you ordered.”
“Make sure they’re awake to hear this.” King Byron didn’t wait for him to reply instead, he nodded to the guard who opened the cell without question. The stench of blood and piss immediately met them and while Nico scrunched his nose in distaste, King Byron did nothing of the sort. He entered the cell and Nico could almost swear that a switch had been flicked somewhere in his Majesty’s mind; King Byron’s aura went from dangerous to downright lethal.
The prisoner sensed it too, his head snapping immediately towards King Byron’s direction, fear and surprise in his eyes. King Byron walked slowly towards the prisoner, who was pinned to the wall by metal shackles. “I will not talk!” The man growled like a cornered animal.
King Byron made no comment. He merely stared at the prisoner as if checking a painting on the wall. But Nico felt that it wasn’t an accurate description, no. Even with the King’s back to him, there was no mistaking the anger that reverberated from King Byron. And when he turned his head to look at him, Nico felt the color drain from his face, fear gripping his heart like a vice and squeazing, almost making him step back.
“The other prisoners are now awake?” The King asked. But it was as if it wasn’t King Byron, as if the face and the voice weren’t his.
For a moment, Nico dared not look away, his heart hammering against his chest, his feet almost reflexively trying to get away. He mentally slapped himself. Focus. He’s not the Tyrant. Nico looked to his side and saw the other knight nod.
“Yes, your Majesty.”
“Good.” He turned to look back at the prisoner and Nico found realized he had been holding his breath.
“I won’t talk even if you kill me!” The prisoner spat. “Same with the others! We swore -”
“Rest assured, I will not kill you.” King Byron’s voice was laced with poison, cutting of the prisoner’s sentence short as he extracted a dagger from somewhere in his person. Without so much as a warning, King Byron stabbed the prisoner’s hand. The prisoner shouted in agony, a slew of obscenities following every gasp of breath. “No.” King Byron repeated, this time he unsheathed his sword, unperturbed by the insults slung at him. “I will simply make you regret having crossed my path this way.”
*****
King Byron was silent as he rode back to the palace and even as he made his way back to his study. He could still hear the screams in his head, could still feel the way his sword pierced through flesh. He didn’t enjoy it, that much he was certain of, but it did not bother him as much as he thought it would. He could still remember the look Nico had on his face before he left: surprise, disbelief, followed by a small glint in the eyes that told Byron Nico understood the entire thing as being justified. Nico had been following his orders without quedstion. But Bryon wondered what had been going through Nico’s head the entire time they had been at the Schreien.
He had seen fear in Nico’s eyes. There was no mistaking it. It had just been though brief glances but it had been most apparent when Byron has been about to leave and ordered him to verify the information from the other prisoners. The fear was quickly replaced by the steely resolve he often saw in the knight’s eyes. But Byron saw it, and he knew what he saw.
Still, he did not regret a single thing he had done tonight. Tori had been hurt. Tori could have died. He needed to make sure he was decreasing the chances of it happening again.
He was willing to do even more. Just to ensure her safety.
When Bryon reached his study, he saw Albert waiting for him outside. As he approached, the knight bowed then straightened as he stopped in front of him.
“Your Majesty."
"Is Sid still here?”
The Captain nodded. “Waiting for you inside.”
“Very well.” Byron approached the door but stopped as Albert moved to join him. “I will speak to Sid alone, Albert.”
“With all due respect, I will advise against it. I do not trust that man one bit."
At this Byron smiled. "Your concern is noted but I will not repeat myself.”
Albert opened his mouth to say something but decided against it.
“See to the Princess.” Byron continued. “And inform me immediately if she wakes. It’s almost time for breakfast.”
“As you wish.” Albert bowed deeply again, mouth still set in a concerned frown. He then walked away adjusting his glasses as he did.
Sid was sitting on the sofa at the far end of the room, a glass of scotch on the table beside him. He looked up as Byron entered and neither of them spoke as Byron walked towards his desk. It was only when he settled himself on the chair did Sid speak. “You did something, didn’t you?"
Byron let out a deep sigh. He didn’t respond immediately but instead looked at Sid, noticing that the scotch was untouched. He let his gaze linger for a moment before resting his chin on his hand. "I was able to extract information. Nico is verifying it as we speak.”
“So the info I brought you was correct after all?"
"Regrettably.”
“Tch.” Sid grabbed his glass and downed his drink in one gulp. “Fucking traitors."
"They’re being dealt with.” Byron replied, remembering for a brief moment how the prisoner had begged before it had all been over.
“Good. To be honest, I had wished it was all a fluke. For once I wanted to be wrong, or someone didn’t do good on his end of the deal.”
“You are man who isn’t to be slighted. And they know this.”
Sid shook his head, pouring himself another drink. He was silent for a moment, and then turned to look outside. The sun was starting to rise above the eastern mountains. He downed his drink with one gulp again and sighed.
“The information I asked for?” Byron prompted, leaning back against his chair.
“Right.” Sid put down his glass. He leaned forward, elbows on his thighs. “I had some of my people ask around. Your hunch was correct; horses from Wysteria, supplies from Laurelia, and some weapons from Stein and Protea have been procured weeks prior. They made small pruchases, so as not to make it seem like they’re preparing for something big.
"The detractors - you already know this - are a combined forces of both loyalists to your father and those who oppose the princess system. Rumor has been going around that they instantly clicked. Enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? And I’ve been able to gather some hush-hush stuff, that certain nobilties are afraid of Stein and Wysteria joining forces. So they’re backing up the detractors with money and supplies. You know how some young ones of the old families can be.
"But I’m still working on finding out who their main man is in Wysteria. Whoever he is, he’s pretty good in hiding his tracks.” He stood up and handed Byron a piece of paper, “Some of the names are there but it’s still lacking.”
Byron nodded, taking the parchment and looking over the surnames, committing them to memory. “This fills in the holes to what I know."
"And?”
“And the picture I have in my head is not ideal."
Silence.
"Someone is really after Tori, then?”
Byron frowned. He wanted to convince himself that Sid had only casually uttered Tori’s name, and had not been so gentle in saying it. He wanted to believe that he was only tired and he was hearing things, seeing too much and forcing unrelated things to connect. But Byron couldn’t deny the fact that he didn’t like the way Sid said her name, or that there was a gnawing thing inside his chest that was forcing him to feel things he never knew he could feel.
Sid raised his brows. “What? That much you can tell me, right?”
Byron steered his thoughts away from his emotions and hoped that Sid did not notice the change in his mood. It had been a long night and Byron had not been able to sleep properly since the entire fiasco had began. He was, most likely, simply too tired.
“The information so far points to that conclusion.” Byron replied, watching Sid’s face carefully. “But it wouldn’t be surprising that the conclusion they really want is to weaken Stein. Relations with Wysteria have been growing steadily ever since the formal announcememt of marriage. Wysteria has good diplomatic relations all over the world. Anyone who wants to weaken either country has found the perfect opportunity. But let’s be realistic, ” Byron’s frown deepened. “Stein has more enemies than Wysteria."
The Tyrant made sure of that.
"Look,” Sid said, mildly irritated, “I don’t give two shits about what one country thinks of the other. I’m more concerned about -”
But before Sid could finish his sentence, there was a knock on the door and Albert entered.
“Excuse my interruption but the princess is awake now, your majesty. And requests your presence.”
“Nice timing.” Sid said scowled, turning around.
Albert acted as if Sid had said nothing. “Sir Robert, Sir Giles, and Sir Leo are here as well.”
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Skegss Coming To Actress & Diocesan Indie Midlands.
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Hollywood is dying a slow death.
The adrenochrome drip has stopped & so has the production budgets.
CCP & fake fiat Fed money are cut off too.
The only ones cutting checks are the tech streamers (Apple, Amazon, Netflix & a few of the major studios).
The rest are working with crumbs.
💀 Executive Order 13818 — Blocking the Property of Persons Involved in Serious Human Rights Abuse or Corruption.
Lots of the celebs are compromised. I don’t know if everyone in the list below are compromised, but I do know LOTS of them are. This is a BIG list. Intel by: @PrayTriots
Full list of Celebrity 🌟 and sports legend’s 🏈 homes for sale.
You are witnessing the death of the Pedo Elites and their twisted lifestyles. The false idols of the world are falling. It’s finally happening.
Celebrity homes for sale:
Ellen Degeneres, Johnny Depp, Mathew Perry, Eli Manning, Kat Von D, Shia Lebeouf, The Hemsworth brothers, John Legend and Chrissy Teigen, Brittany Snow, Beyoncé, Jay-Z, Cindy Crawford and Rand Gerber, Gene Simmons, Bella Thorne, Tom Cruise, George Strait, Emily Blunt, Alonzo Mourning, Jemima Kirke, Kevin Jonas, Chelsea Handler, John McEnroe, Tommy Lee, Jason Derulo, Alicia Keys, Frankie Muniz, Keith Richards, Lil Wayne, Peter Thiel, Pharrell Williams, Loris Loughlin and Mossimo Giannulli, Rosie O’Donnell, Kellie Clarkson, Cheryl Tieg, Joe Pesci, Suzanne Somers, Adam Lambert, Meghan Markle, Sean Diddy Combs, Billy Joel, Gary Levinsohn, Dr Phil, Barry Manilow, Mel Gibson, Diane Keaton, 50 Cent, Heidi Klum, Ryan Seacrest, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Jennifer Aniston, Katharine Hepburn, Christie Brinkley, Nicholas Cage, Ricky Martin, Angelica Huston, Charlie Sheen, Burt Reynolds, Emilia Clarke, J.Lo & Alex Rodriguez, Simon Cowell, Kris Jenner, Jeffree Star, Gordon Ramsay, Jason Aldean, Pamela Anderson, Jerry Seinfeld, Jimmy Fallon, Dave Ramsey, Jon Bon Jovi, LeBron James, Matt Damon, J.J. Abrams, Sugar Ray Leonard, Ellen Degeneres, Sylvester Stallone, David Bowie, Clay Mathews, Michelle Pfiefer, David E Kelley, Shonda Rhimes, Rihanna, Pete Townshend, Britney Spears, Joe Jonas, Sophie Turner, Robert Redford, Steve McQueen, Shaquille ONeil, Glen Frey, Sammy Hagar, Stockard Channing, Michael Chiklis, Tom Petty, Serena Williams, Bill Russell, Kathryn Bigelow, Don Rickles, Bruce Kovner, Adam Neumann, Leonardo DiCaprio, Barb Ellison, Alicia Keys & Swizz Beatz, Kate Beckinsale, Robert Herjavic, Josh and Heather Altman , Soleil Moon Frye, Jim Harbaugh, Anthony Kiedis, Fredrik Eklund, Meghan Trainor, Gideon Yu, Hellen Miren, Taylor Hackford, Bette Midler, Todd Phillips, Mitt Romney, Dianne Feinstein, Miley Cyrus, Kelly Clarkson, A-Rod, Bobby Patton-LA dodgers co owner, Dwyane Wade & Gabrielle Union, Michael Amini, B-52 Kate Pierson, Bill Guthy, Victoria Jackson, Will Arnett, Zac Efron, Wayne Gretzky, Katy Perry, Derek Jeter, Mike Piazza, Shane Smith, Bryon Cranston, DJ Khaled, Leonard Ross, Ted Sarandos- Netflix co Ceo, Dustin Johnson, John Fogerty, Melissa Rivers, Jamie Lynn Sigler, Lena Dunham, Lyndsey Vonn, PK Subban, Robyne Moore Cara and Poppy Delevingne, Big Sean, Steph Curry, Chris Bosh, Phil Collins, Liam Payne, Bryan Singer, Tom Ford, Robby Naish, Tom Brady & Giselle Bundchen, Anthony Davis, Emilia Clarke, Clare Bronfmsn-Seagrams heiress with ties to Nxivm, Jane Fonda, Carmen Electra, Morgan Moses, Bobby Cox, Danny Masterson, Evander Kane, Kate Winslet, Mark Teixeira, Jonah Hill, Judd Hirsch, Carlos Santana, Kennet Chesney, Brooke Shields source https://t.me/Negative48channel/6
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Skin (O-Ton)...
...dringt tief in die Parallelwelt einer US-Neonazi-Gruppe vor, ohne dabei auch nur einmal in Versuchung zu kommen, ästhetisch dem Fascho-Affen Zucker zu geben - es gibt Gründe, warum White Supremacists „American History X“ lieben, und auch wenn diese Gründe dem Aussteigerdrama von ‘98 nicht angelastet werden sollten (Kunst kann schlicht nicht für den kleinsten gemeinsamen Verständnisnenner gemacht werden), ist es so beklemmend wie wohltuend zu sehen, dass sein Bruder im Genregeiste visuell so gar nichts Herrenrassiges zu zeigen gewillt ist, sondern in rohen, kalten Bildern die archaische, animalische Stumpfheit seiner Loser-Protagonisten einfängt. Das allein wäre freilich noch nicht Grund genug, sich bereitwillig auf diese von Arschlöchern bevölkerte, auf wahren Begebenheiten beruhende Geschichte vom Skinhead Bryon, welcher dem Extremismus seiner „Familie“ entkommen möchte, einzulassen. Doch „Skin“ hat mit Jamie Bell einen tollen Hauptdarsteller, welcher bestechend die arme Sau hinter den Swastika-Tatoos durchscheinen lässt und dem man nicht zuletzt auch deswegen freiwillig immer tiefer in die seelischen Abgründe seiner Figur folgt, weil weder Bell noch Regisseur Guy Nattiv sich davor scheuen, die Scheußlichkeiten ihrer Worte und Taten plastisch und drastisch zu zeigen. Ihnen zur Seite steht ein exzellenter Cast, allen voran eine brillante Vera Farmiga, die als monströs-zärtliche arische Übermama Shareeb ebenso alptraumhaft fasziniert wie Danielle Macdonalds ums soziale Überleben kämpfende White Trash-Mutter Julie, welche Bryon zögernd in ihr Leben und das ihrer drei Töchter lässt, and Herz wächst. Und als jemand, dem die nie gedrehte dritte „Luke Cage“-Staffel sehr fehlen wird, freut es mich gleich doppelt, Mike Colter als Aktivist Daryle wiederzusehen, welcher im Film wie in Echt eine Schlüsselfigur für Bryans Ausstieg ist. Die hohe spielerische Qualität des Ensembles macht sich voll bezahlt, negiert sie für mich doch einen der Hauptkritikpunkte anderer Schreiberlinge, nämlich den, in welchem bemängelt wird, dass zu wenig Strukturen, Hintergründe und Ursachen erklärt werden und der Film somit an der Oberfläche bleibe. Finde ich überhaupt nicht. So genau, wie Bell allein die Beziehung zu seinen „Eltern“ nur mit Blicken spielt, erzählt es mir persönlich mehr über die Kontrollmechanismen Wärme (Mutter) und Furcht (Vater), als es jede noch so großzügig ausschweifende Rückblende geschafft hätte.
„Skin“ hätte auf vielen Ebenen sehr schief gehen können. Und ich verstehe, wenn die Lust, sich auf einen Protagonisten wie Bryan einzulassen, sich in Grenzen hält. Wer es doch tut, wird mit einem glänzend gespielten, tief beklemmenden Aussteigerdrama belohnt, welches seine portraitierten Menschen sehr ernst nimmt, ohne auch nur eine Sekunde lang zu vergessen, dass braune Scheiße als braune Scheiße kenntlich gemacht gehört. Und das noch Tage nach der Sichtung nachhallt.
D.C.L.
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THE 34TH ANNUAL STELLAR AWARDS ANNOUNCES 2019 PERFORMANCE LINEUP FEATURING ALL-STAR TRIBUTE TO ARETHA FRANKLIN
Aretha Franklin to be Honored at the 34th Stellar Awards with ICON Award and All-Star Tribute (Photo Courtesy of CCP)
March 12, 2019 (CHICAGO) – Central City Productions today announced a sensational line-up of performers and presenters for The 34th Annual Stellar Gospel Music Awards presented by AT&T, including a posthumous tribute to the undisputed Queen of Soul, Aretha Franklin. The exhilarating all-star tribute performance by Kelly Price, Regina Belle and Erica Campbell will be followed by a presentation of the Aretha Franklin ICON Award. Gospel prince, Kirk Franklin, will return to host the live show taping at Las Vegas’ Orleans Arena on Friday, March 29, 2019.
For the first time since 2005, The Stellar Awards telecast will premiere on BET on Friday, April 19 at 8 p.m. ET/7 p.m. CT and again at 10 p.m. ET/9 p.m. CT. The biggest night in gospel music will also feature rousing performances by Brian Courtney Wilson, Charles Jenkins, Jekalyn Carr, Jonathan McReynolds, Kelontae Gavin, Koryn Hawthorne, Maranda Curtis and Todd Dulaney.
Stellar Awards Executive Producer and Founder, Don Jackson shared, “It was 35 years ago when Aretha performed ‘Precious Lord’ on my very first Gospel Music television special ‘Living the Dream.’ In recognition of Aretha’s roots in Gospel Music and her continuing love for the genre, I am delighted that our executive committee agreed to present her with our ICON Award posthumously and continue to present the award forever in her name as the Aretha Franklin ICON Award.”
Tasha Page-Lockhart on 2018 Stellar Award Red Carpet Arrivals. Photo by Naomi Richard.
Among this year’s presenters are Anthony Brown, Yolanda Adams, Dr. Bobby Jones, DeVon Franklin, Janice Gaines and JJ Hairston. As previously announced, The Stellar Awards nominees with multiple nominations include Jonathan McReynolds, Maranda Curtis, Todd Dulaney, Jekalyn Carr, Koryn Hawthorne, Snoop Dogg, Tori Kelly, Bishop Noel Jones & City of Refuge Sanctuary Choir, Jarell Smalls and Company, Kelontae Gavin and Tasha Page-Lockhart.
This year’s Stellar Awards will recognize gospel music royalty who have made substantial contributions to the genre with special honors. Legendary gospel singer Delores Washington Green of The Caravans will receive The Ambassador Dr. Bobby Jones Legends Award. Stellar Honors Hall of Fame Inductees include Jackie Patillo (Dove Awards), James Robinson, Jr. (Malaco Gospel) and Phil Thornton (RCA Inspiration).
Goo Goo Atkins on 2018 Stellar Award Red Carpet Arrivals. Photo by Naomi Richard.
The Stellar Awards show taping is open to the public, with ticket prices ranging from $50 - $200 at www.ticketmaster.com. The show’s star-studded red-carpet Live Stream Show will be hosted by Deitrick Haddon and Goo Goo Atkins, and the newly popular Emerging Artist stage will showcase performances by DOE, Jabari Johnson and Will McMillan.
Stellar Awards week lights up Las Vegas with several pre-show festivities, including the Independent Artist Showcase at 6 p.m. PT on Wednesday, March 27 at the Orleans Showroom hosted by comedian Akintunde and Jessica Reedy. In addition to the competition with artists new to the industry, the show will feature performances by Earnest Pugh, Sir the Baptist and Shelby 5.
Earnest Pugh on 2018 Stellar Award Red Carpet Arrivals. Photo by Naomi Richard.
Thursday, March 28, kicks off at 9:30am PT with The Stellar Academy series of masterclass executive panels with Don Jackson, DeVon Franklin, Donald Lawrence, Rodney “Darkchild” Jerkins and celebrity stylist J. Bolin.
The Stellar Gospel Music Awards Pre-Show hosted by Charles Jenkins and Lexi takes place Thursday, March 28 at 7 p.m. PT at the Orleans Showroom. The top-tier line-up of performances include: Casey J, VaShawn Mitchell, Isabel Davis, William Murphy, Benita Jones, Vincent Tharpe and Kenosis, The Wardlaw Brothers, Ella Michaels, Keion D. Henderson, Fresh Start Worship and Dexter Walker and Zion Movement. Quartet legends, The Sensational Nightingales, will be honored with the Thomas A. Dorsey Most Notable Achievement Award. The celebration carries into the night with Aaron Arrington’s Midnight Gospel Bowl featuring a performance by Vanessa Bell Armstrong and more at 11:30 p.m. PT at the Orleans Bowling Center.
The Stellar Gospel Radio Awards & Showcase will be held prior to the Main Event on Friday, March 29 at 10 a.m. PT, honoring the most outstanding radio stations and announcers who serve urban gospel music audiences. This show is jam-packed with moving performances by Anthony Brown, Chrystal Rucker, Isaiah Templeton, Evelyn Turrentine, DJ Dwight Stone, Emcee N.I.C.E., Miz Tiffany, Jor’Dan Armstrong, The McDonald Sisters, Brent Jones and The Waco Community Choir. The event, hosted by Byron Cage and Janice Gaines, is the perfect pre-show kickoff prior to the taping. Tickets for each event can be purchased at www.ticketmaster.com.
More of the biggest names in gospel and a few additional surprises are being added to the growing list of top performers and presenters appearing in this year’s show. For more information visit us at www.thestellarawards.com and on social media @thestellars. Be sure to subscribe to The Stellar Awards all-new YouTube channel and follow us on social media for the latest news and updates about the biggest night in gospel! The Stellar Gospel Music Awards show is Executive Produced by Don Jackson, with Jennifer J. Jackson serving as Executive in Charge of Production. Michael A. Johnson will produce and direct this year's award show.
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#Music#Stellar Awards#2019 Stellar Awards#StellarAwards2019#stellar award nomination#Stellar Award Winners#Naomi Richard#Naomi Jean Richard#naomijrichard#RCV#Red Carpet View#RCV Fashion#Aretha Franklin#Earnest Pugh#Devon Franklin#Donald Lawrence#Yolanda Adams#Brent Jones#The Waco Community Choir#Bryon Cage#Benita Jones#William Murphy#Don Jackson#Casey J#VaShawn Mitchell#DJ Dwight Stone#Isaiah Templeton#The McDonald Sisters#J. Bolin#Deitrick Haddon
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LIVE FROM KURE - Elizabeth Arynn (aka Arin Eaton aka Karen Meat) http://bit.ly/2sybJKP
This is a new irregular feature we will be having. These are recordings made by 88.5FM KURE Ames Alternative. We will feature any made by Iowa (and Omaha, Quad Cities, and Sioux Falls) artists.
Elizabeth Arynn on Live from KURE by 88.5 KURE
"Elizabeth Arynn is a singer/songwriter. Born in South Carolina and raised in Des Moines, Iowa for a majority of her life. Arynn has spent time traveling around the states trying to build a solid fan base to put out her freshmen album. Her music expresses her travels and the troubles she's been through during her adventures."
- from her Locusic bio
“She nurtures her songs in such a way so they are simple and easy to understand yet sophisticated enough to keep the listener eager to hear more...”
- from Lydia Helmick on The Zebra Cage
“The first time I listened to Arin Eaton’s (aka Elizabeth Arynn) music, it occurred to me immediately that she was a talented singer, piano-player, and poet.”
- from Emma Peterson at Authentic Records
Elizabeth Arynn on ReverbNation:
https://www.reverbnation.com/elizabetharynn
Karen Meat home page:
http://karenmeat.com/
Karen Meat on Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/KARENMEAT/
Bonus videos:
Live from KURE is a very unique bit of programming for KURE where we bring in musicians and bands to perform their music live on air intermittently between interview sections with our staff.
The individual songs are mixed and mastered with greater detail after the sessions, and posted on our bandcamp page, and the fully produced segments are later rebroadcast as well as posted on our soundcloud page.
Live from KURE web page:
http://www.kure.stuorg.iastate.edu/category/programming/live-from-kure/
Live from KURE on BandCamp:
http://885kure.bandcamp.com/
KURE home page:
http://www.kure.stuorg.iastate.edu/
PREVIOUSLY ON IOWA MUSIC SHOWCASE:
YOUR OWN PRIVATE IOWA - Episode 43: Dan DeGeest
https://iowamusicshowcase.blogspot.com/2019/01/your-own-private-iowa-episode-43-dan.html
IOWA BLUES SHOWCASE PODCAST - IBSC 138 Regional Local number 12
https://iowamusicshowcase.blogspot.com/2019/01/iowa-blues-showcase-podcast-ibsc-138.html
IHEARIC VIDEOS - Acoustic Guitar, Keyboards, and Steel Drums
https://iowamusicshowcase.blogspot.com/2019/01/ihearic-videos-acoustic-guitar.html
AUDIBLE FARM - Episode 17: Cobey Murray
https://iowamusicshowcase.blogspot.com/2019/01/audible-farm-episode-17-cobey-murray.html
DES MOINES IS NOT BORING - The Vahnevants: Bum Out!
https://iowamusicshowcase.blogspot.com/2019/01/des-moines-is-not-boring-vahnevants-bum.html
THREE RANDOMLY PICKED PREVIOUS POSTS....
YOUR OWN PRIVATE IOWA - Episode 18: Mississippi Jake
https://iowamusicshowcase.blogspot.com/2018/03/your-own-private-iowa-episode-18.html
Episode 11: Guest Producer Bryon Dudley
https://iowamusicshowcase.blogspot.com/2015/06/episode-11-guest-producer-bryon-dudley.html
IOWA MUSIC SHOWCASE PODCAST - Episode 59: Favorites of 2017 (and The State of The Website Speech)
https://iowamusicshowcase.blogspot.com/2018/01/episode-59-favorites-of-2017-and-state.html
OTHER IMSC WEBSITES AND LINKS:
Feed:
http://feeds.feedburner.com/IowaMusicShowcase
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Iowa-Music-Showcase/364796883703114
Twitter:
https://twitter.com/iamusicshowcase
Instagram:
https://instagram.com/iowamusicshowcase
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Byron Cage: When You’re Alone, ‘God Is Protecting You’ [[Exclusive Interview]]
Always awesome to have my brother Byron Cage in the studio with me and today… we talked about new music that was just released September 27th. It’s been seven years since Cage has released a full project and “Isolation’s” debut single “Oh How Good It Is” is already being met by rave revues.
Bryon addresses timely issues in “Isolation”, like depression, anxiety and Cage‘s recent season walking…
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