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take-taker-taken · 1 month

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Hi!!

If you're up for it, could you maybe write some american badass undertaker x fem reader fluff?when he first became biker taker he kept his hair long at first, right? -> okay, so I've had this stupid scenario in my head for quite some time: undertaker braiding his SOs hair and vice versa (idk i think that would be really cute :3 ) oh, and it would be really dope if he'd call the reader babygirl 🥺🥺🥺

Thank you!!

Hi hi, Anon! Thank you so much for this ask - it’s such a sweet idea! Sorry it’s taken me a while and I hope it’s what you were looking for…

He wanders into the room in his usual uniform of well worn blue jeans and a Harley Davidson t-shirt, glancing around as though he’s looking for something, before triumphantly seizes upon his hairbrush that he’d left randomly on one shelf of the bookcase. He takes the elastic out of his hair and shakes it loose while you watch from the couch, thinking how he looks like a great big lion shaking his head. He raises the brush and then you say quietly,

“Can I do it?”

He pauses and looks around and down at you. “Huh?”

You hold your hand out. “I want to brush your hair.”

He tilts his head to one side and a smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Well, ok. Go ahead.” He hands the brush over to you and then just stands there as you figure out the mechanics.

“You’re gonna have to sit on the floor.” You gesture with the brush and so he does as you ask and takes a seat in front of the couch as you wriggle into a better position. You’re then faced with the magnificent red mane of hair and run your hand over it. You’ve never actually brushed anyone else’s hair and are suddenly worried about catching any knots. Concentrating furiously, you tease out a section and then brush the ends first before carefully working your way up to the roots and then finally combing through right over his scalp. To your surprise, he leans his head back a little more and practically purrs as it makes contact.

“Ohhh, that feels good, babygirl. You can take as long as you want with this, lemme tell ya.”

You smile delightedly and set about the rest with more confidence, working through it in sections and taking time to run your fingers through it as you go. You brush it forward over his shoulders and sneak in a little neck rub which after a short while has him tipping his head back so that you can plant a kiss on to his forehead.

“You’re spoiling me here, babygirl - gonna braid it for me, too?”

“Of course,” You smile and gently push his head forward again and start to brush again so that you can carefully separate the thick, red locks into three even sections. Once you’re satisfied you begin to cross the sections over in a tight, neat braid. All the way down until there’s just a few inches of hair and at that point you take the elastic and tie the whole thing off.

He tips his head back again and you smile. “Is it my turn now?”

You keep smiling, but your brow furrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He half turns and reaches around your waist with one arm. “C’mon down here and lemme do yours.”

Your eyes widen and you slide down off the couch to get into position, sat between his long, stretched out legs. You settle in and then have the wonderful sensation of his big hands on your head, gently stroking all your long hair back and smoothing it down. He picks up the brush and begins to work methodically with a gentleness belied by his general outward appearance. You feel him carefully ensuring that you have an even parting and then he takes one half and lays it over your shoulders and then you sigh with pleasure as you feel his lips press to the side of your neck, his stubble scratching over your skin.

“This really is nice, isn’t it?”

“Mmhmm,” he replies, lips still moving against you. “I’m gonna put you in pigtails, babygirl - I think that’ll look real cute.”

You giggle and nod and then hold still as he turns your head slightly with one hand and commences to braiding. He gets to the end and clearly realises that he needs an elastic and so shifts about to get his hand into his pocket, rummaging around until he finds one and then fixes it in place. He picks up the brush again and works on the other side and you can’t help pushing your head against it in order to get a scalp massage of sorts from the bristles. He chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Babygirl, you’re just like a kitten. Now, let’s get this braid all done, huh?”

You sit still again as he separates out the hair and methodically plaits it all the way down and this time you slip a hair elastic off your wrist and hold it up. He plucks it from your fingers and twists it around to fix the braid and then pats your hip.

“C’mon - hop up now.” You get to your feet and he follows you up and then sets his hands around your waist as he smiles down at you. “Yup, I knew it - my babygirl is pretty as a picture.”

“His and hers braids,” you reply, tossing your head side to side so that your pigtails dance. You reach for his and use the end to tickle his nose. “So, now that you made me all pretty, where are we going?”

You make a small jump and he boosts you up so that you can wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you.

“Well… seeing as our hair is all tied up good, why don’t we hop on the bike and go find lunch?”

You nod happily and press a kiss to his lips before he walks from the room to head to the garage with you still clinging to him like a koala.

TTT

#the undertaker #undertaker #this character lives in my head rent free #american badass #taker smut #undertaker fluff #undertaker x reader #reader x the undertaker #reader x undertaker #TTT Tumblr Asks #ABA!Taker

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judgementdaysunshine · 6 months

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Mentor and mentee to lovers with ABA Undertaker please?

Yessss!

Guidance to love

Pairing: The undertaker x Fem reader

Description: After being taken under the wing of the undertaker, things slowly change as time goes on of the bond between the two of you

You were surprised when The undertaker took you under his wing not only because of your opposite personalities but also the age gap between the two of you. The two of you got on wonderfully and became great friends always saying what was on the other's mind and knew by the look in each other's eyes when something wasn't right always grateful when he would step in when some of the men on the roster, mostly an arrogant Dave Bautista or an irritating Test but they would leave you be when the tall biker next to you within a second making you smile as the two of you began to take slow steps of the feelings you had for each other from longer hugs, bike rides in the mountains on the weekends, and dinner at each other's places to staying the night after dinner, rock concerts for bands both of you loved, and saying I love you to each other through actions instead of words until one night after the two of you won a tag team match together against Christian and Trish Stratus meeting up in the parking lot after showering and changing into street clothes "I love you" you look at him after you both stop looking at each other until he grabbed your chin gently and the two of you were sharing a soft kiss smiling with your foreheads connected before getting on his bike and heading to his home for the night. The relationship between the two of you changed and took off in the new way slowly while he was still being your mentor but now accompanying you to the ring even more, smiling when he sees wearing or covered up with his leather jacket, teaches you how to ride and even gets you your own bike, and turns to putty whenever he sees you even when you had just woke up he smiles and places a kiss on your nose making you scrunch up with a sweet smile and he always turns to a teddy bear when he throws you over his shoulder and you wrap your arms around him, slowly your friends and everyone on the roster finds out about the two of you and there were many different reactions mostly support from the friends you had and some you and him shared while guys who hit on you and the few women who flirted with him tried to start problems but the two of you ignored them and the bond grew even more and only a year later the two of you were engaged and got married in a nice fall ceremony in the mountains.

#the undertaker #wwe x reader #wwe #the undertaker x reader

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dalekofchaos · 2 months

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WWE never treated Sting like the Icon he is. AEW did.

One of the few nice things I can say about Tony Khan as a booker is he understands the value of Sting. WWE never treated Sting with value or reverence or understood what he did for the wrestling business.

They brought him in to be buried. The only reason why Sting even lost was because they wanted to build up to HHH & Stephanie vs Rock & Ronnie Lousey, a match that never even happened because of Dwayne's famous pull out game!

Then Sting breaks his neck in a stupid buckle bomb that never should've been a thing to begin with. Not saying it was Seth's fault, but that move never should have fucking happened.

Never once did it feel like WWE respected Sting.

Sting never should have went to WWE. He originally swore to never go to WWE, a few years after the buyout, Sting was in a documentary explaining why he never went to WWE.

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Basically the way they handled The Invasion and how WCW was buried just showed Sting would never be used right. And Sting was right. He never should have went. He should have stuck to his guns and retired from Wrestling. Hell, Arn Anderson’s own podcast admitted that Vince instructed the announcers to bury him and he was buried. First by Vince, then by having the nWo come to his aide. What sense did it make for the nWo to side with Sting? They were enemies in WCW. And then Triple H buried him. Sting was right. When HHH is your main, no, your ONLY angle for everything, you will be buried under the mass of ego and pathetic brand of wrestling he provided. ANd to make matters worse, it wasn't about Sting being a vigilante standing up to The Authority, no they JUST HAD TO MAKE IT ABOUT LOL WWE VS WCW just to bury Sting and the promotion he held out for so long for.

Watch this tweet. It just shows how little respect WWE had for Sting. Fuck Vince. Fuck Triple H. Fuck JBL. Fuck their petty fragile egos and most importantly. Fuck Rock and Ronda Rousey for being the reason Sting lost his ONLY FUCKING WRESTLEMANIA MATCH FOR A MATCH THEY WERE SETTING UP THAT NEVER FUCKING HAPPENED. SO THANKS A FUCKING LOT, DWAYNE

Here are ways Sting could've been used better in WWE

If WWE actually made The Invasion actually feel like legit WWE vs WCW and treated WCW with respect enough to bring in the top stars. Sting could've been the ringleader. The man who leads WCW against WWE and we could've gotten Sting vs Rock. Sting vs Austin. Sting vs Undertaker(unfortunately ABA version) and so many great feuds. Sting could've been a multiple time WWE Champion and Intercontinental Champion and could've had a lengthy career in WWE if Vince wasn't so fucking petty in trying to bury WCW.

Sting could've fought The Undertaker and made it about Icon vs Icon. I even would've been content with a Undertaker vs Sting cinematic match. Just give Sting what he wanted, but Vince never thought he deserved it. And TO BE FAIR. Sting never got that Undertaker match because he kept taking the Dixie money for all those years. We might've got Undertaker vs Sting when it meant something at Wrestlemania 27, but because Sting went back to TNA, it never happened and Undertaker admitted that it wouldn't have been good at that late period in his career because of how broken his body became.

Sting could've been used as the ultimate babyface to bring justice to the heels. Whether it's The Authority, The Wyatt Family or The Bloodline, Sting could've been the one force that could

Sting could've been made WWE Champion. Why the fuck not? They shoved Goldberg down our fucking throats for 6 fucking years, I saw no reason whatsoever why Sting wasn't WWE Champion before that stupid buckle bomb nearly ended his career

Sting could've just been treated with one single semblance of respect and even that was too much to ask for with WWE.

Meanwhile for 4 years Sting has been treated like a legend. Like an icon. Like he deserved to be treated and he gave back. He helped put Darby Allin on the map. He took insane bumps that he didn't have to and he proved he can still fucking go. He is to AEW, like what Terry Funk was for ECW and he's getting the send off he deserves!

#WWE #AEW #Sting #The Undertaker #Triple H #Seth Rollins #Darby Allin #The Rock #Dwayne Johnson #Youtube

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kayfabebabe · 2 years

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A,B,C for Undertaker?

Thank you for the Ask, Anon! - I wasn't sure if you had a specific version of the Undertaker that you wanted so I answered with a different version for each letter. NSFW Below!

A for Alone Time - How do they get off when they’re all by themselves? Do they watch porn? Is it all in their imagination?

Zombie Taker - This poor, clueless creature of the night. He absolutely has no idea what he's doing. Don't blame him though - The darkness destroyed his libido. It isn't until his partner -*cough* or Goldust *cough*- teaches him to take care of himself that he begins to experiment with it. Taker is still hesitant, only growing more curious and bolder with time.

B for Bondage - Do they like it or not? Do they prefer being the one being tied up or the one doing the tying?

Lord of Darkness - Did you see just how many people he tied to his metal logo? Big Boss Man, Stephanie McMahon, Stone Cold Steve Austin. This version of the Undertaker tumbled upon his appreciation for tying a person up and it quickly became one of his favourite kinks. For him, it’s having people completely at his mercy that turns him on. It is also, partly, about the theatrics of it. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; the Lord of Darkness lives for drama and over the top theatrics. So the process of tying each of his partner’s limbs to a bed with ribbon sits well with him too.

C for Crying - Is it a turn on or a turn off? Do they cry during sex? Have they cried during sex?

American Badass - There is something powerful, in this Undertaker’s opinion, about making his partner feel so good that they begin crying. This secret softie will always ask afterwards if they’re alright and kiss the tears away. It isn’t a goal for every time he sleeps with his partner, only when he’s in a mood and needs his ego pampered. The first time that ABA had sex after coming back, there might have been a tear or two from him. He will deny it for the rest of his days.

#Ask Answered #Writing #The Undertaker #Thank you Anon!#Fanfiction #Spicy things #Writing Ask #The American Badass #Zombie Taker #UT

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bridgespeechcenter · 8 months

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mercerislandbooks · 1 year

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50 Years of Island Books: Lola Deane

This week, I have the pleasure of talking with the woman who started it all, the founder of Island Books. It's hard to imagine our Island without the bookstore, so I wanted to go back to the beginning and find out how it all began. I started by asking Lola for a short biography, and with her typical wit, here's how she came back to me and described herself:

Past - Farm girl, UW Graduate as Family Nurse Practitioner, Wife, Mother, Mercer Island resident 1957-1985 and founder of Island Books, Shaw Island resident 1985-2019. Community Volunteer/Activist.

Present - Mercer Island resident again, still a Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, resident of Covenant Shores, Volunteer at MIYS Thrift Shop in books, and still a Community/Activist with even more issues on my plate.

Future - "Who Knows what the Future Holds?"

Miriam: Ha! Thank you for that fabulous bio, Lola, and can I say, I can't wait to see what you do next? But first, let's go back in time. Can you tell me about the exact moment you decided to forge ahead with the bookstore, and what scared and excited you about this big undertaking? Who were the key players in the venture and how did you work together to get started? What was the Mercer Island community like at the time?

Lola: The idea of a bookstore came out of a frustrating week at a wonderful retreat center where speakers were challenging everyone on the controversial topics of the 1970s, tossing out the names of books to support various points of view and being 12 miles up in the mountains above Lake Chelan we had no access to any of the books! We were a group of families and one of the women and I had been in a Book Club in our Church, and we started thinking about how great it would be to have a bookstore at this Retreat Center. That started the wheels turning and we spent a good part of the week talking about what it would look like and what the inventory would be. It was “pie in the sky” at that point, but the thought came down the mountain with me and since we were about to spend the second week on an uninhabited island in the San Juans, I went to the MI Library to see if they had any resources on retail bookstores.

There was the ABA book on How to Open and Run an Independent Bookstore. This was 1973 and Mercer Island was in the throes of becoming a bona fide city, establishing all the infrastructure that was required to make a city function, obtaining all the open land available for a park system. The core business district was building.

As I read the book, the idea became more possible in my mind and I knew that Mercer Island would be the place to start. We had moved to the Island in 1957 and been involved in many activities and organizations. I knew that the well educated and active population could support it, and it might be an ideal place to start such an endeavor. I also knew Mercer Island was very proud of what we had been able to accomplish in establishing a good school system and government. Why not a bookstore?

As reality started to sink in, I knew that it would be best if ownership was single, and fortunately my husband and I were willing to come up with the funds to think about making this real. The weekend we came home, we drove around the Center and there was an empty space. I also had retail experience and some minimal finance experience, so that did not concern me, as I also knew we had a terrific accountant who could help put the business structure together. My retreat friend was eager to come on as an assistant manager, and she had a good literature background, but no retail. Another friend was approached who had artistic talent and was also willing to be the other Assistant Manager. This was August 1973. The next two months were wild!

Miriam: What was the biggest surprise or challenge about owning Island Books? Do you have a favorite memory from the time you owned the store?

Lola: The biggest surprise about starting and running the bookstore at the beginning was, in retrospect, not really a surprise. From the day we opened the door with a line of people down the sidewalk to the day I turned over the keys to the new owners, the biggest answer to any doubt about our decision to open the store was erased by the loyalty of the people of the island to shop at Island Books over and over again. I had experienced Island loyalty before in other projects in the community and tried to make sure the bookstore was supportive of our schools and local endeavors. The staff were all Islanders with the exception of one person, so many of the customers were good friends. We definitely had some other surprises - from our Book Thief, to learning the reading tastes of our customers (which were always kept confidential - who knew who loved bodice rippers?) to the person who requested an autographed copy of the Bible.

The biggest challenge to me were the invoices! They had to be tended to as well as the customers, but personally I would much rather help someone find exactly the right title for a good night's read. But my fondest memories will always be the thrill of opening that door the first day we opened, the wonderful customers and friendships we made during those seven years, and working with my good book club friends as we helped customers.

Miriam: I bet, Lola! What a pleasure to connect with you and I hope we can talk more in the future. You're our living history, and Island Books wouldn't be here carrying on these traditions without your vision and leadership.

To our Island Books community: I dug around in the archives and found two old posts from another former Island Books owner, Roger Page, with interesting anecdotes about Lola's legacy in the store. If you want to read more, follow the links to read about the origins of the Island Books wrapping table, which originally came from Lola's husband Phil's pediatric clinic, or learn about the eclectic signs and logos that trace Island Books' rich history.

If hearing from Roger about store history floats your boat (oh no, I shouldn't get started with island puns or I'll lose my audience...), tune in next time. I'll be talking to Roger next.

—Miriam

#miriam landis #lola deane #island books #50 years of island books

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aboutanancientenquiry · 1 year

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A second review of the Herodotus Encyclopedia in Syllogos, by Dr. Maren Elisabeth Schwab (with some thoughts of mine on it)

“REVIEW DISCUSSION

BARON, Christopher. 2021. Herodotus Encyclopedia, 3 vols. Hoboken NJ: Wiley Blackwell. $595.00. 9781118689646.

Maren Elisabeth Schwab

The Herodotus Encyclopedia, three volumes edited by Christopher Baron and published in 2021 with Wiley-Blackwell, is dedicated to no less a figure than Herodotus himself: ‘To Herodotus: 2,500 years and still going strong.’ Is he really? And, one might ask, was he always? But the massive volumes, amounting to 1653 pages, speak for themselves: at least for now, Herodotean studies are thriving. There are good reasons to toast his birthday.

A total of 181 scholars have contributed thousands of entries to the Encyclopedia from universities all around the world, mostly Anglo-Saxon and European. It is particularly fortunate that scholars from institutions in Herodotus’ home countries, Turkey and Greece, are also among the contributors. Their aim — as ambitious as it is welcome to any future reader of the Encyclopedia — was to be as comprehensive as possible and at the same time up to date with today’s Herodotean studies.

The topics are wide-ranging: the history of the text; scholarship and reception; the historical, intellectual and social background of Herodotus’ world, including religion and warfare; Herodotus’ historical method and literary techniques; and prominent themes in the work. In addition, every single one of the 2,000 names that occur in the Histories is covered by an entry. Indeed, the very first article is the result of this decision: the letter ‘A’ starts with ‘Abae’, a sanctuary that rivalled Delphi during the Archaic period. The location of Herodotus’ Abae, and thus of one of the six oracles tested by Croesus (1.46.2), was only identified by the excavator Wolf-Dietrich Niemeier in 2010. The article further refers to the keywords ‘Dedications’, ‘Temples and Sanctuaries’ and ‘Warfare’. We already find ourselves zigzagging through Herodotean topics and worlds.

In fact, each article of the Encyclopedia is accompanied by an inspiring ‘see also’ section as well as an often admirably detailed bibliography, although the reader is warned in the introduction that bibliographical references will only extend to works published before 2016. This should not come as a surprise to anyone: as is usual with venerable ancient authors in general, Herodotus too has instigated a long torrent of scholarship that has stretched over the past 600 years. The average scholar of today only occasionally hits the tip of this enormous iceberg, but the contributors to the Herodotus Encyclopedia have clearly done their best to let this first collision lead to a far-reaching expedition into the beauties and furrows of the unknown continent below.

This whole new world has a map: the introduction to the Encyclopedia provides an interesting insight into its making by showing the template or synopsis that served as a finely meshed net to identify the topics of the entries. It reveals three main headings: ‘Text’, ‘Context’ and ‘Histories’. For me, as a scholar fascinated by the history of reception, it was most interesting to see that the heading ‘Text’ not only includes the obvious sections on transmission and editions, but also translations as well as scholarship on Herodotus of all ages (except medieval): antiquity, renaissance, early modern, modern 1 and 2 (fittingly using the end of the Second World War to mark a divide: 1750–1945, 1945–2018). This is separated from a second section in the same chronological order that is dedicated explicitly to ‘Reception’, thus making sure any engagement with Herodotus and his work is considered — that every little bit of plankton that has ever emanated from the enormous iceberg to float around the ocean is captured by the mesh. What is before us is clearly one of the boldest undertakings in Herodotean scholarship that has ever seen the light of day.

In the fifteenth century Herodotus met Hesiod and strolled through Ferrara with him. Or rather, this is what Girolamo Castelli, later the medical doctor of the Este family in Ferrara, envisioned in a poem that he wrote for his teacher of ancient Greek, Guarino da Verona.1 In the poem, Herodotus told Hesiod about his work: the beginnings of great kingdoms, the damage they caused in his Asia, and what first led the barbarian hosts to Europe and involved the various forces in battles. Finally, he listed the rivers, peoples and places that he described in the Histories. Indeed, most recipients did not read Herodotus for his battle accounts or his judgement on the Persian war. They read him for his astounding stories about travels to unknown countries that reached the ends of the world. Just like Hesiod in Castelli’s poem, most readers found it hard to believe what Herodotus had to say about them. From Cicero onwards, he had the ambiguous reputation of being both the father of history and the father of lies. Accordingly, the term ‘Liar School’ has earned itself its own entry in the Encyclopedia. In modern times, as the author Melina Tamiolaki informs us, it was first coined by W. Kendrick Pritchett in 1993, who then defended Herodotus against this unfavourable image (Encyclopedia, p. 804). Its main advocate had been Detlev Fehling who, in the 1970s and 1980s, argued that Herodotus deceived his audience through fictitious testimonies and witnesses. Still, the issues of ‘Source Citations’ as well as ‘Deception’ and ‘Reliability’ receive their own entries in the Encyclopedia — hence we may excuse the fact that we can only find the entry ‘Father of History’ (Cic. Leg. 1.5), while the term ‘father of lies’, which was added later by Jean Luis Vives,2 is omitted. It still seems like a legitimate approach to follow one’s curiosity and fascination for the other, the foreign and the barbarian. What is it, then, that our storyteller Herodotus said about peoples and their customs on the periphery? And what can we find out about it when consulting the Encyclopedia, even though this information earned Herodotus the reputation of being a notorious liar?

Browsing the Encyclopedia, we quickly learn some astonishing details, such as that the Ethiopians owed their longevity (on average, 120 years) to a diet of boiled meat and milk, while the Persians were forced to eat themselves during their failed attempt to conquer the Ethiopians — just look up ‘Anthropophagy’ and follow the threads. It is also fun to look up one of the best-known and most debated passages in Herodotus’ Histories: the giant gold-digging ants from India (3.102–5). Since the story is very much worth reading in the Herodotean original, Klaus Karttunen, the author of the entry ‘Ants, Giant’, wisely only gives a very short summary. What he provides is a survey of the attempts to explain the phenomenon described by Herodotus that has made many scholars scratch their heads. According to Karttunen, ‘a number of theories have been proposed as explanation, but few seem convincing’ (Encyclopedia, p. 92). We get to know that the most popular was proposed by the Dano-French geographer Conrad Malte-Brun (1775–1826) who suggested that we identify the ants with marmots. Apparently, he had already found himself in a similar situation as Karttunen: ‘Si l’on nous demandoit de faire un choix entre ces diverses explications, nous serions fort embarrassés, car aucune d’elles n’est exempte d’objections le plus graves; nous sommes donc tentés d’en proposer une nouvelle dans laquelle on peut faire entrer ce que les autres offrent de plus plausible.’3 In the following, Malte-Brun carefully addressed the animals as certain ‘quadrupèdes qui s’y creusaient des terriers’4 and referred to an article on the travels of William Moorcroft, who among those animals that he had seen described one as being ‘de couleur fauve, deux fois gros comme un rat, ayant les oreilles plus longues, mais n’ayant pas de queue’. The question of whether these creatures should be identified with simple marmots is then discussed in a lengthy footnote.5 Karttunen does not seem convinced, as ‘it is not clear how peaceful marmots were turned into ferocious ants’. He prefers the sober explanation that it was ‘a story invented by traders bringing gold from Siberia or somewhere else in order to hide its real origin’ (Encyclopedia, p. 92). Going through the original Herodotean text, we find a short remark at the end saying that ‘this is how the Indians mine part of their gold, as the Persians say’ (3.105.2). It was they who brought the difficult riddle into the world!

One famous passage that, from the Renaissance on, has often been cited to illustrate Herodotus’ technique of telling remarkable tales through the voices of other people is the story of King Mycerinus and his twenty wooden figures of concubines (2.129–131). Ian Moyer, in his entry on ‘Mycerinus’, appreciates the passage in a striking way: ‘In a moment of rational criticism, however, Herodotus points out that the hands of the statues lay on the ground nearby and had simply fallen off. The origin of these stories is uncertain, but they certainly show the extent to which Herodotus structured his account of Egypt around the monuments and material remains he saw’ (Encyclopedia, p. 944). The tension between uncertainty and certainty, even though it is sometimes difficult to bear, is part of the beauty of Herodotus’ writing.

Herodotus’ first important defender against the critical voices who had damaged his reputation, from antiquity on, was Henricus Stephanus (or Henri Estienne), the renowned printer from Paris who published his Apologia pro Herodoto in 1566 together with the revised Latin translation of the Histories by Lorenzo Valla. Lacking an article of his own, he is mentioned eight times in the Encyclopedia. He might surely have deserved more. A little more heart-warming is the treatment of the next big figure, who revived (or should we even say reinvented?) serious Herodotean scholarship in the twentieth century: Arnaldo Momigliano, who taught us to read the Histories. Not only can the scholar who coined the famous phrase ‘There was no Herodotus before Herodotus’ boast of his own two-page entry (written by John Marincola), but he can also be seen face to face in a portrait illustration, from which he fixes the reader with his stern gaze (Encyclopedia, p. 925). Wearing thick glasses and a large collection of pens in his jacket pocket, he presents a constant reminder that Herodotus’ practices and methods are neither entirely known to us nor outdated. This is one of fifty-four illustrations in the Encyclopedia that mostly show archaeological findings, such as inscriptions, reliefs or vase paintings.

Maybe it is a matter of good fortune, after all, that the Encyclopedia, spanning three volumes, is so expensive that it will only be bought by big university libraries. That way, more readers will hopefully access the slightly more affordable e-version of the book and thereby overlook the cover illustration. In the face of such a wealth of appropriate illustrations, we may wonder why it prominently shows the naked body of the unnamed wife of King Kandaules from a seventeenth century Dutch oil painting by Eglon van Neer. True, the story was told by Herodotus in the first book of the Histories (1.8–13) — but so are many more. The Encyclopedia does not need to introduce itself with any illustration at all, not to mention one like this, which immediately brings to the fore so many controversial topics that go far beyond Herodotus and his fascinating work. Herodotus was not a schoolboy eager to get a glimpse at a female body, as the picture suggests. Herodotus was the ‘Father of History’. His Encyclopedia is a milestone. It will be helpful to students and teachers, scholars and enthusiasts. May it have many readers in the future. And may it show its readers the way to the original: Herodotus’ Histories: ‘2,500 years and still going strong’.

1 Sabbadini 1916: ii. 423, verses 11–18 (no 778A).

2 Vives 1612: ii. 87: Herodotus, quem verius mendaciorum patrem dixeris, quàm quomodo illum vocant nonnulli, parentem historiae (emphasis mine)

3 See Malte-Brun 1819: ii. 380 (‘If we were asked to choose between these various explanations, we would be greatly embarrassed, for none of them is free of the most serious objections; we are therefore tempted to propose a new one in which we can include what the others offer that is more plausible’).

4 Malte-Brun 1819: ii. 380 (‘Quadrupeds that dig themselves burrows there’).

5 See Malte-Brun 1819: i. 311–12 (‘of fawn colour, twice as big as a rat, having longer ears, but not having a tail’).

Bibliography

Malte-Brun, Conrad (1819), Nouvelles annales des voyages, 2 vols. (Paris).

Sabbadini, Remigio (1916), Epistolario di Guarino Veronese, vol. 2 (Venice).

Vives, Jean Luis (1612), Libri XII De Disciplinis (London).

Source: https://journals.ub.uni-heidelberg.de/index.php/syllogos/article/view/92813/87445

Dr. Maren Elisabeth Schwab (source: https://www.klassalt.uni-kiel.de/de/abteilungen/mlat/eschwab)

Very informative review of a monumental work!

Moreover, I agree totally with Dr. Schwab that the cover illustration of the Encyclopedia is unfortunate. However, I think that her presentation of “Turkey and Greece” as Herodotus “home countries’ is also unfortunate: if Halicarnassus, a Greek colony on the SW coast of Asia Minor and Herodotus hometown, is now in Turkey, Herodotus was Greek and the term “Turkey” was unknown to him and to all his contemporaries (the Turks invaded Anatolia and reached the Aegean sea and Halicarnassus only 1500 years after Herodotus’ demise). I doubt, moreover, that Herodotus (a pre-Islamic pagan author, and a Greek one) is seen by most Turks today, whether they are Islamists or secular nationalists, as an important figure and part of their heritage. These remarks don’t mean of course that I reject contributions by Turkish scholars to the Herodotean studies.

I add also the observation that the characterization “father of lies” was not a creation of Vives, but of Plutarch (or perhaps Pseudo-Plutarch), who as Boeotian aristocrat was very angry at Herodotus because the latter described (correctly!) the shameful attitude of the Boeotian oligarchs during Xerxes’ invasion, but also because Herodotus would be philobarbaros (”barbarian lover’!).

More particularly concerning the intriguing story with the giant ants to which Dr. Schwag refers with well justified humor, I will repeat here with some modifications what I had written in an older post of mine, because I think that it contains useful information about what important scholars said on this story and its context (https://aboutanancientenquiry.tumblr.com/post/651614780088598528/google-scholar-and-the-very-admirable-methodology ):

The story is reported in 3.103-104 of “Histories” and I will not reproduce it in its entirety here, as this would have made too long an already long text.

In summary, it is reported that there are in the desert of NW India ants of a size smaller than a dog, but larger than a fox, which are digging their dwellings under the ground, mounting thus up the sand of the desert, which is rich in gold. The Indians come with camels, they gather this sand, and they ride back the swiftest possible, as the ants are extremely fast and dangerous. This is how they obtain the gold which are obliged to send as tribute to the Great King of Persia.

Now, first of all Herodotus never says that he visited India and observed himself the giant ants. He attributes this story to the Persians (”as the Persians say”, and he specifies that some ants have been captured and brought to the Persian court, obviously according to his source). We have seen moreover that he has warned his audience that he includes in his work stories that he does not necessarily believe, although he finds that they must be recorded.

Secondly, India is for Herodotus and more generally for the Greeks of his time a part of the “fringes” of the world, a place so far away and so exotic that many extraordinary things may happen there and for which obviously there was not available much reliable information.

Thirdly, scholars have proposed some explanations for the origin of the story. Thus, the French ethnologist M. Peissel has recorded a tradition among tribal people in N. Pakistan, according to which their ancestors were collecting for generations the gold dust brought to the surface by marmots digging their burrows in the gold rich ground of the Deosai Plateau. For Peissel, Herodotus’ story with the giant ants may be the result of a confusion of his source, caused by the fact that the old Persian words for “marmot” and “mountain ant” sound similar, an explanation that a note of The Landmark Herodotus edition finds “ingenious and plausible”.

Other scholars (among them D. Asheri, p. 498-499 of the Oxford “Commentary on Herodotus Books I-IV” of Ashari-Lloyd-Corcella) link the giant ants story to folk tales about tresors guarded by dangerous fabulous animals and more particularly to the “gold of the ants” of the great Indian epic Mahabharata.

But let’s not lose from our sight what is more generally the Book III of “Histories”, in which the giant ants story is placed.

Book III, despite its part concerning geography and ethnography of the “fringes” of the known to the Greeks world, is not just or mainly a collection of marvels, fables, and fabulous stories about mythical animals, as some see more generally Herodotus’ work, and should not be judged exclusively or mainly on the basis of the story of the “giant ants”.

Book III is a work which covers events of great importance, which happened on three continents in the decade of 530-520 BCE. These are mainly the Persian conquest of Egypt, the subsequent entreprises and the “madness” of the Persian king Kambyses, his death and the usurpation of the throne by a Pseudo-Smerdis with the help of the Magi, the killing of Pseudo-Smerdis by a group of conspirators, the extremely important Constitutional Debate among the conspirators after the killing of the usurper, the crisis of the Persian Empire and its restabilization by Darius I, but also the rise and fall of Polycrates of Samos and of his “thalassocrassy” and the expansion of the Persian domination in the Eastern Aegean sea, which paved the way for the conflict between the Persian Empire and the city-states of continental Greece. It contains also rich information about the organization and administration of the Persian Empire and on the tributes of the subjugated peoples to the Great King of Persia.

According again to D. Asheri (Introduction to the Book III in the “Commentary” of Asheri-Lloyd-Corcella, p. 394) :

“Book III is therefore not only a masterpiece of ancient narrative art, but also an indispensable source for every historical reconstruction of the Persian Empire and of Eastern Aegean in the decade between 530 and 520 BCE. In all of ancient historiography there does not exist a work of superior or equal value. “

But I will close this review of a review by reproducing once more some very pertinent, true, and beautiful remarks of Dr. Schwab about the monumental Herodotus Encyclopedia:

...the massive volumes, amounting to 1653 pages, speak for themselves: at least for now, Herodotean studies are thriving. There are good reasons to toast his birthday.

...Herodotus was the ‘Father of History’. His Encyclopedia is a milestone. It will be helpful to students and teachers, scholars and enthusiasts. May it have many readers in the future. And may it show its readers the way to the original: Herodotus’ Histories: ‘2,500 years and still going strong’

...

#herodotus #father of history #the histories #herodotus encyclopedia #maren elisabeth schwab

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sleepy-achilles · 2 years

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Here I have come to bless you with screenshots from this video.

SIR YOU ARE BEING SLUTTY, AND THAT'S NOT OK BC IT'S TOO MUCH!

(I say this respectfully, of course.)

Let's be honest, the real reason aba taker and shawn never met was because they'd be too powerful and take all the attention from the divas.

Like SIR put those guns away, please.

And that pose?

Someone's been taking lessons off shawn.

Aba Taker is literally just 90s Shawn if shawn was more masculine. I hope you all know that.

Both of them have a dangerous hold on me these days. I cant

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #aba taker #american badass #aba undertaker #aba!taker

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the--blackdahlia · 2 years

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WWE/Superhero Thing

So this went through my head while I was at work the past couple days. It’s mainly just my ramblings but feel free to add to it!

-Bret Hart: He has the skills like Hawkeye. He can’t miss a shot unless he purposefully is choosing to miss a shot. That’s why they call him “Hitman”

-Undertaker: He’s Lobo. ABA!Taker already has the look. Imagine him as a mercenary, carrying around something that belonged to the brother he thinks is dead. He’s hired by Edge to kill someone who has an interest in his soon to be wife Lita. And normally, that wouldn’t bug him. But the target is the brother he had been told died years ago.

-Riddle and Randy Orton: Batman and Robin. Riddle’s all like “Hey, let me be your psychic.” and Randy’s response is “it’s side kick. And why should I?” Riddle goes “Because I can do this!” Jumps in the air and kicks off his flip flops. Randy sighs and goes “This is why Superman works alone.”

-Becky Lynch and Seth Rollins: Scarlet Witch and Vision. Because I can. And the outfit Becky wore during Survivor Series 2021 gives all the best vibes.

Billy Gunn and Road Dogg: Cyborg and Beast Boy. Just imagine this. Hunter is over, meeting Billy’s green dog. “So, where’d you get the name Road Dogg from?” Hunter asked Billy. “Well, you see, I was walking along the road and I was a dog. Name stuck.” The dog answered. Billy and Road Dogg burst into laughter as Hunter screams.

-Vince and Shane McMahon: The logical choice with be Norman and Harry Osborne. The dad and the prodigal son. But my heart says Senor Senior Sr. and Senor Senior Jr. from Kim Possible. If you know, you know.

-Chyna: Torn between making her Wonder Woman or She-Hulk. Because, like both would fit.

Give your opinions or who you would see where!

#wwe #undertaker #randy orton #becky lynch #shane mcmahon #vince mcmahon #billy gunn #road dogg #bret hart #seth rollins #chyna #riddle

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Can I get a ABA!Taker with small reader, (im 5'0 without shoes lol) (male pref) where he works with taker and accidentally injures him during a match and taker takes him in the locker room?

Kinks: daddy kink, dry humping,dumbification, spanking maybe?

Hey, hey, Anon! Here’s your fic! No title I’m afraid because I struggle with those. Also have to give props to Randy Orton for the inspiration of Taker getting hurt. Hope you enjoy!

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“Me? You’re sure?”

“That’s what he said. That he likes what he’s seen and thinks you deserve a push.” The exec stands up and so you get to your feet as well before reaching out to shake his hand.

“Thank you, sir. I really appreciate the opportunity.”

You leave the office in a bit of a daze at what’s just taken place. At first you’d been petrified that they were going to fire you and so to be told that none other than the Undertaker wants to work with you… Whoah. Immediately after leaving the room you set about trying to find him so that you can thank him personally - he’s an old school guy and so you know he would consider that the proper way to do things.

After psyching yourself up a bit, you knock on his dressing room door and hear a lazy, “Yeah?”

You open the door a little and peer around it, scanning the large room until you see the man himself sprawled on a couch watching some sports on a TV. He looks around and a slow smile creeps over his face. Not unkind, exactly, but… you can’t quite place it. You stand awkwardly at the door because truth is… well, he’s freakin’ hot.

“It’s the new kid!” He says and waves you over. “Come on in, boy.”

You step in and close the door behind you, trying to ignore the fact that he’s already unintentionally hit on one of your kinks - hearing him call you ‘boy’, and with that accent... You pause for a second as you suppress a shiver and then remind yourself that he’s probably not going to appreciate some timid little newbie hovering in the corner. You need to be polite and respectful, but confident and so you walk over until you’re only a few feet away. Damn, he’s a big guy.

“Sir, I wanted to stop by and say thank you. The office just told me that you asked about us doing a short program together because you thought I deserved a push. Coming from you, that’s a huge compliment sir, and a great opportunity. I really appreciate it, thank you.”

Taker sits up a little bit straighter, his black Harley Davidson t-shirt pulling tight across his chest and he nods. “Respect, that’s good - I like that.”

Like his smile earlier, there’s something in his tone that you can’t place but you do feel yourself blush slightly. Trying to cover it you clear your throat and shrug. “Well, yeah - you’re the locker room leader, so I figured -”

“You figure right.” He says, pointing at you with his first two fingers. “I’m the daddy.”

Oh god. You swallow and start willing your dick not to get hard as you gradually back away. “I’ll uh, I’ll leave you alone now. Thank you again. Sir.”

He gives you a nod. “You got it, kid. We’ll catch up and go over some spots next week some time.”

He turns his attention back to the TV and so that’s you dismissed. You turn and leave the room, unable to shift the image of his shirt stretched tight across his chest and biceps as he gave you that smile. What was that? You decide to head to the gym and get a workout in, but find that his voice calling himself ‘daddy’ echoes around your head all day.

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Match day rolls around and you pace nervously in gorilla and then you turn and nearly walk smack into him. You look up - all the way up, because he has nearly two feet of height on you and you know that fear is written all over your face.

“Calm down, kid. We’re gonna go out there and tear it down, OK?” He rests one huge hand briefly on your shoulder and you glance down at it and then back up.

“Yessir.”

He nods and gives you a nudge towards the curtain as the announcer starts the spiel for you and then your music kicks in and you head on through and down to the ramp. You have a small following and of course you’re going to lose but this is the biggest match of your career so far and so you do you best to get out of your head and play up to the crowd as you reach the ring. The cheers for you die down and then Taker’s music hits and the roof comes off. It’s been decided that the ramp is too short for his bike and so he saunters down to the ring while you wait on him, trying your best not to look as intimidated as you are.

“It’ll be fine,” you tell yourself. “He’s a safe worker. One of the best. He wanted this match.”

He steps in and pulls the audience into continuing their worship as he works his way around the squared circle. Then it’s time. You step up close - you’d be touching chests if it wasn’t for the height difference - and stare up into the deadliest pair of eyes you’ve ever seen. A sneer curls his lip as he stands with his hands on his hips, staring right back down at you. You know that to the watching public it probably looks ridiculous but then the bell goes and it’s game on.

You lock up, so much as that’s possible but he soon sends you sprawling to the floor, which you use as an opportunity to showcase some agility. The match gets into a nice pace and you’re starting to really enjoy yourself, giving Taker the runaround and even getting some low tackles in that slam him to the canvas, just as you’ve agreed. He has you hemmed in the corner as you take turns delivering blows to the head and he calls the big spot that you worked on.

“OK kid, you’re gonna slip under my arm, jump and bash my head on the post here, then get outta the ring and get the chair in here.”

He moves one leg back just a fraction which gives you the wriggle room to duck and with a big leap you deliver the blow to his head before nipping between the ropes. You grab the folding chair from the corner by the announcer’s table and shove it into the ring while Taker staggers about, selling the blow to his head. You pick up the chair and deliver a blow to his back and so he falls down to the canvas and you drop a couple more. As he drags himself up to all fours, you move around so that you’re standing over his head - it’s time for the big one and you raise the chair high and bring it down as he gets to his knees.

He raises his head and you realise with horror what’s about to happen - you’ve not properly factored in distance and BAM! Instead of catching him on top of his head, it glances down his forehead and opens him up. Blood appears in an instant, welling up in the cut before spilling over and trickling down in his face in a bright red curtain. You stare open mouthed at what you’ve done but he doesn’t really acknowledge it, just carries on with a couple more moves on you before grabbing and positioning you for the Last Ride. He lifts you high, high into the air and then you hear the blood rushing in your ears before you hit the canvas with a deafening thud. He covers you, the bell goes and the ref raises his arm as his theme blasts out.

Having celebrated his win he exits the ring and leaves you laying there, staring at a pool of his blood glistening bright red against the canvas. You give him a chance to make his way up the ramp before you slide out and follow dejectedly in his wake. As you walk back through the curtain gorilla is blessedly empty, so you escape the first ass-chewing that you were anticipating. You need to find him and apologise - your first really big match and you blew it. The image of him covered in blood comes to your mind and you wipe a hand over your face and moan. He’s going to kill you.

You ask a couple of crew if they’ve seen him and the second one says that they saw him heading to medical and your heart sinks. You are so finished. You consider going there to see him, but somehow don’t think your presence would be appreciated and so instead you head to the showers figuring to get changed and then catch up to him.

There’s half a dozen guys already in the locker room and they greet you enthusiastically and ask how things went. You recount the absolute disaster and they try to reassure you with all the usual ‘mistakes happen’ stuff. You nod and then grab your gel and head through to the shower while the rest of the guys continue to yell and chat with each other.

You’ve been stood under the water, lost in thought for a few minutes when it suddenly occurs to you that it’s gone quiet. Silent, in fact. Frowning, you shut off the water and grab your towel, rubbing it over your head and body before stepping into a pair of sweats before you walk round the corner to the lockers.

Taker is sat there, waiting for you. Your eyes do a quick sweep of the room and then dart back to him when he speaks.

“Ain’t nobody coming in here, boy. It’s just you and me.”

You take a couple of steps forward. “Taker, I’m sorry - I didn’t mean -”

He holds up a hand and you fall silent. “What’d you call me?”

You curse inwardly. “Sir, I -”

“Try again.”

You swallow as your mind races because there’s no way he wants you to use his given name. If it’s not Taker, and it’s not sir, the only other thing he’s mentioned… Fuck. You chew on your lip for a moment and then whisper, “I’m sorry… daddy?”

He nods slowly. “There ya go.” He beckons you closer and staring at the floor you make your way over. “Look at me, boy.”

You raise your eyes and wince when you see the now closed up cut on his forehead. “I didn’t mean to, daddy.”

“I know that,” he says and you feel relief wash over you until he adds, “but now I need to give you a receipt, don’t I?”

You almost feel like you’re on the outside looking in, because he must know that this is pushing your buttons. Your mind races as you try to think whether you’ve ever said or done anything to give the game away but you turn up a blank. You’ve always had a crush on him but figured you’d kept a lid on it, even to the point of avoiding him. You flash back to that smile he gave you that you had never quite figured out and realise that he must have seen it in you. You don’t know whether to be excited or terrified.

He stands up and you take an involuntary step back but he grabs your wrist before setting one foot up on the bench. You look at the huge boot and then back up to his face but only for a second because he jerks you forward and bends you over his thigh and then holds you in place with a hand on the back of your neck.

“Take those sweats down.” He accompanies his words with a squeeze of his hand.

You reach for your waistband and then sanity interferes. “Wh… what are you going to do?”

“Did I stutter, boy? Get ‘em down!”

With a whimper you comply, pushing the fabric down over your ass and thighs until they reach your knees and drop the rest of the way to pool around your feet.

“That’s better,” his voice is softer now. “I tell you to do something and you jump, boy.”

“Yes, daddy-ee!” Your response turns to a squeak as you feel that big hand stroke over your naked ass.

“OK, it’s receipt time.” His leg shifts slightly as he gets himself comfortable and then he gives you a gentle pat before adding, “Now, you can yell as loud as you want so long as you don’t mind anyone outside figuring out what’s happening to ya.”

With that he draws his hand back and it comes down firmly on your ass, making you gasp. Surprisingly, it’s not as painful as you thought it would be and even when the second and third smacks land it feels like maybe this is just some kind of token thing for him to do to a newbie - like mild hazing or something. By the time it gets to six you’re starting to change your mind and when a particularly hard strike lands you cry out and clutch his leg.

“OK, tha -that’s enough - I -” Suddenly you’re upright, his hand still around the back of your neck and he’s glaring at you. He bends down until his face is inches from your own and you stare at the strawberry blonde goatee as he speaks slowly in a low voice.

“Let’s get something crystal fuckin’ clear, boy. You don’t decide what’s enough - I do. Got it?” You nod and he gives you a shake. “Who does?”

“Y- you do,” you stutter and then when his looks becomes meaner still you hurriedly add, “I mean - you do, daddy.”

“Damn right.” He nods and message delivered, he bends you back over and really begins to wail on you, his palm coming down hard all over your ass and flinging your hands out of the way when you try to protect yourself. You’re shouting in pain and not caring who hears you but it’s clearly no deterrent to him and so you try a different tack.

“Please, daddy! Please stop! I’ll be good, I promise!”

Despite the pain, the embarrassment and the confusion you realise that your dick is getting hard and try desperately to will it from happening, but to no avail. Your feet drum on the floor as he continues to spank you and you’re squeezing his calf again. Eventually he stops and you blink furiously to clear the tears before he drags you upright again.

“That’s your receipt, boy. Next time you fuck up that bad it’ll be my belt, ya hear?”

You swipe a hand across your face and nod, unable to stop your other hand from creeping back to rub at your ass. “Yes, daddy. Can - can I go now?” Even as the words leave your mouth a thought flits through your brain that says, ‘Please don’t end this here…’

He still has a hold on your neck but it’s softened and is more comforting than anything else. You watch his eyes scanning down your body and then he stops and a slow smile crosses his face before he glances back up at you.

“Oh, I don’t think so boy - not yet. Now, what’s this?” His hand slips between your legs and the long, warm fingers wrap around your dick which responds rapidly and you let out a small moan. “Looks like that’s got you all hot and bothered, huh?”

You swallow and consider stuttering out a denial but what would be the point? While he’s holding your dick, his free hand wanders to his own crotch and you watch as he squeezes himself through the denim.

“You want to give it up for daddy? Got a few kinks you want me to work out, that it?”

Your head snaps up. Is he really saying what you think he’s saying? There’s that smirk again but he shocks you by abruptly letting go of your dick and pulling up your sweats. You stand there, a deep blush on your cheeks and heart pounding as it pokes out, tenting the material.

Taker picks up his gear bag, a typical black holdall, and tosses it on to the floor in front of you. You glance down at it and then back up at him but he’s already got his back turned as he walks to retrieve a chair from the far end of the room. He saunters back over and sets it down about four feet from the gear bag, which you’re standing just behind. He takes a seat as you stand there hot, bothered and horny, wondering what’s going on. He leans back, knees falling wide apart and looks up at you.

“Guess you’re hoping I’m gonna fuck you.” It’s a statement and you find yourself nodding before hurriedly stopping yourself as he chuckles. “Yeah, I thought so. But here’s the thing.” He brushes some imaginary dust from his thigh and says, “You gotta earn that.” He sits up a little straighter and folds his arms. “What d’you think about that?”

“I…” You swallow and try to focus enough to answer as you stand before your ultimate crush, aware that a damp patch is probably spreading on your pale grey sweats. “I can do that, daddy.”

He nods, strokes over his goatee and says, “Let’s find out, shall we? Get on all fours, boy.”

As though pulled by invisible strings, you drop to your hands and knees, which puts you about six inches from his gear bag. You look up, eager to pass whatever test he has in mind for you and then it’s as though your brain just short circuits. If he looked alpha male to you before, being down on all fours and looking up just wipes you out. He beckons to you, urging you forwards, but his bag is in the way… isn’t it?

“C’mon, boy… that’s it. Just get the bag underneath yourself… bit further… stop right there.”

You freeze in place when he tells you to stop and in that moment realise that your dick is just above one edge of the holdall. Your eyes are still fixed on him and that predatory smile is back on his face. Your hips drop slightly and your dick makes contact with the bag through your sweats and you gasp, lifting them up again.

“Go on, boy… rut on it.”

Somehow you’d known this was his plan when he made you crawl over the bag. You don’t think you could stop yourself even if you wanted to and so you begin to move, your swollen dick inside your pants repeatedly catching on the edge of his gear bag. The friction is delicious and you moan, head dropping down. You should be embarrassed - maybe you are - but you just don’t care and straight away begin to pick up speed.

Taker looks pleased and palms himself through his jeans again. “Feels good, don’t it? Look at you… you’re fuck drunk already, boy.” He leans forward, bracing his forearms on his thighs and the movement makes you lift your head again.

“Please… please, daddy!”

“Please what?” He shrugs and then shakes his head. “You don’t even know, do you? You’re too busy fucking yourself stupid.”

“Please daddy…” You want to say more but you just can’t form words and he laughs this time - a low, rumbling sound.

“Poor, dumb little fuckslut. Can’t even form a sentence, can you boy? You just keep going until you make a mess in your pants.”

You give up trying to speak and just nod, knowing that you’re really not far off from…

“Fuck - daddy - please!” You cry out as you start to come, the material of your light grey sweats darkening in patches with your release.

Seemingly unmoved Taker reaches forward and slides his bag out from under you, presumably to prevent it from being soiled and then to your eternal surprise he leans over and kisses you on the forehead.

“There ya go. Next time you can try it on my leg, how ‘bout that?”

You’re still on all fours and just nod dumbly. “Yes please, daddy.”

He stands up and picks up his bag, hefting it on to his shoulder. “You might wanna get up boy, before anyone comes in here and wants to know why you’re on the floor with cum stains on your pants. Just a thought.”

With that, he heads for the door and walks out, leaving you alone still staring dazedly at the chair and wondering how long it’ll be until he calls on you again.

END

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aj-the-cat · 3 years

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Can i request ABA!Taker throwing you a surprise party bc you never had one growing up and he thinks its sad u dont celebrate your birthday pls thank u 🖤

Of course! *holds back scream* oh my god my first request, I hope you like it!

Happy Birthday?

Masterlist

Undertaker (American Badass) and GNeutral!Reader

Warnings: Language

Word count: Short-ish

You grimaced at the annoying beeping from your alarm, signalling you had to get up for work. 'Great, it's my birthday today.' You thought.

You finally opened your eyes and glared a hole into the ceiling before officially getting out of bed. You walked to the bathroom, did your business, and looked in the mirror.

'What's the point? I was born today, big deal. One year closer to death.' Your scowl remained as you brushed your teeth and exited the bathroom.

You put on your uniform for work and walked down the hall to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Nothing can go wrong with some bacon and eggs to start the day.

Finishing up, you put the dirty dishes in the sink, not even bothering to clean them, and grabbed your keys and walked out the door of your hotel room.

You worked as a stage manager for the WWE. Every little move and prop placement was vital to the show, and you were in charge of it. Because of this, many of the superstars had become your friends, and one your boyfriend. Strange that he wasn't in bed with you when you woke up.

You stopped in the parking lot, not remembering the walk from your room to here. You also noticed your boyfriends motorcycle wasn't in the lot either. 'Guess Vince wanted him there early to go over things.'

Sighing, you climbed into your car and drove to the arena, negative thoughts clouding your mind at the absense of your boyfriend.

~**~

It the arena, everything seemed deserted. No busy secretaries running around, no stage hands, hell even the superstars were absent. 'Freaky.' You thought.

You continued to walk further backstage. Still nobody. 'Ok this is weird.' You started looking into every door and around every corner. Deserted.

A chill ran down your spine as you walked even further, to your office. You took out your keys to unlock the door, but you notice the door already unlocked. 'Ok what the fuck?' You palmed your keys and held one out like a daggar and carefully placed your hand on the door.

Slowly, you opened the door and turned on the light. "WHO THE FUCK ARE-"

"SURPRISE!" Multiple people jumped out from behind your desk, stagehands, makeup girls, even some superstars. But right in the middle was your boyfriend, The Undertaker, holding a cake.

"Um, happy birthday?" He stood confused at your defensive form, key in your hand and pointed out. Others backed up slightly.

With a look at the 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY' banner and the cake in Undertaker's hand, you dropped your keys and tears welled up in your eyes and you broke down crying.

Taker immedietly rushed to your side, handing the cake to a nearby Stone Cold. "Babe, it's ok. Did we spook ya?" His thick Texas accent laced his words.

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, and looked up at the ginger mug. "T-thank you. For this." Your voice was quiet, heavy with the overwhelming surprise and shock of it all.

"I know your fam'ly didn't celebrate birthday's growin' up, so I wanted to surprise yah." He smiled, gently holding you closer into his arms. The smell of leather and his cologne filled your nose and you began to feel at ease.

A voice in the crown spoke up. "Uh, when can we cut the cake? I'm starving." Everybody looked at Kurt Angle and you chuckled.

Undertaker released his hold on you and helped you up off the ground. You smiled at looked at everybody, who was eyeing the cake in Austin's hands. "Well? Let's cut this cake!"

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judgementdaysunshine · 7 months

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If your request are open again i was hoping you would write a ABA Undertaker fic where they are put into a love angle but end up actually in love?

Aaaah

It's not fake

Pairing: The Undertaker x Fem reader

Description: You and taker fall for each other after being put into a love triangle with Christian

You knew you were going to be in a different type of storyline but you certainly weren't expecting to find out you would be in a love triangle between your close friend and someone a lot of people were afraid of. Edge walks up to you after walking out of Vince's office "What's wrong?" you sigh as you explain the story to him leaving him stunned "A love triangle with the fucking undertaker and Christian?!" you sigh as christian walks up having found out thirty minutes earlier jumping when you hear loud footsteps turning to see taker walk in vince's office hoping that he would only freak out at vince if he did freak out at all, the next day while stretching for you upcoming match against Lita you feel a tap on your shoulder turning to see taker but before you can say anything he puts a shade of glasses on you and lays a leather jacket next to you just your size before walking close to the ramp waiting for you as you finish and put the jacket on "Accompany my match ringside?". You had seen some of his matches backstage but the thought of seeing it up close truly made you curious, you stand ringside watching his match against Bautista even cheering him on and jumping in the ring when he won walking backstage when christian grabs and pulls you into his and edge's locker room "Did he hurt you?" you stare wide eyed as you feel a bit uncomfortable by the way he had his hands on you "What?! No he never has!" you try to walk away but feel him squeeze you making you yell out in pain leading to edge who had been trying to get christian to calm him down to just grab his hands and shove him as you ran out of the room almost running into taker had he not grabbed you seeing the fear in your eyes leading to him go to the ring and challenge christian to a match which he accepts making you a nervous wreck for the next week as you stay mainly with taker but being forced to be around christian luckily being one of your great friends edge always stayed with you when you had to be around christian after the incident which he has apologized for but you still didn't trust him immediately. Slowly as the next few weeks passed by of being passed between the two men you grew closer with taker and realized that not only did you have feelings for him but that you were in love with the tall biker, you feel an arm wrap around your waist looking up with a small smile seeing taker above you looking down at you instead of away feeling your heart flutter when he caresses your face and it grows faster when he slowly leans down bumping each other's noses until he slowly pulls you in his locker room "All I've done around and for you...it wasn't just an act what i feel for you, it's not fake" the words make you fall for him all over again making you slowly move forward standing on his feet and lean up until your lips were pressed together in a tender and truly exceptional kiss even smiling when he gently lifts you up so you could wrap your legs around his torso wrapped in each other's arms until you both got ready for your matches accompanying each other to the ring and after you won your big match against Mickie James he climbs in the ring kissing you sweetly leaving the crowd wild in chaos, your friends backstage absolutely losing their minds as well as JR and King "What?! It was real the whole time!", "The undertaker and Mrs Y/N Y/L are officially announcing their relationship on Monday night raw!" the two of you walk backstage hand in hand flipping off a pissed vince leaving your friends laughing puddles and more reactions from king and jr "Y/N flipped off Mr McMahon as he rightfully deserves!" the two of you leave early heading off for a bike ride and dinner at your home for the night.

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news4dzhozhar · 3 years

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Attorney General Merrick Garland announced a moratorium on federal executions and a new study of death penalty procedures last week. The move is a small step that fails to make good on President Joe Biden’s campaign promises to end capital punishment. Following on the heels of the Justice Department‘s effort to restore Boston marathon bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev’s death sentence, Garland’s announcement sends a muddled message about what the administration wants to do about capital punishment.

Together, these two actions suggest that there is not much courage behind the administration’s rhetorical anti–death penalty commitments. Opponents of the death penalty should expect and demand more while the current Democratic administration is in office.

Recent history cautions that announcing a moratorium is often a substitute for rather than a step toward ending capital punishment. It saves lives for the time it is in place, but a moratorium is easily reversed if and when a pro–death penalty administration comes to power.

The actions of the Biden administration display the same reluctance about the death penalty that characterized the presidency of Barack Obama. It may be poised to repeat the mistake that Obama made when he left capital punishment in place for his successor, President Donald Trump.

When he took office in January 2009, Obama continued the de facto moratorium on federal executions that had been in place since 2003. And, in 2014, following Oklahoma’s botched execution of Clayton Lockett, he directed his attorney general, Eric Holder, to undertake a comprehensive review of how the death penalty was being applied in the United States.

Obama, unlike Biden, never openly embraced abolitionism, even as he acknowledged deep flaws in America’s death penalty system. As the former president explained in 2015, “There are certain crimes that are so beyond the pale that I understand society’s need to express its outrage. I’ve not been opposed to the death penalty in theory, but in practice it’s deeply troubling.”

By the end of his term, the study Obama had commissioned, like many similar studies launched by the federal government, had still not seen the light of day. But that failure mattered little, since the review had largely symbolic value. It was at best a holding action, a signal meant to appease death penalty opponents.

Obama missed the chance to make sure that federal executions, with all the flaws that he recognized, would not resume when he left office. As a result, the system of capital punishment was there for Donald Trump to use. And, showing none of Obama’s reluctance, use it he did.

Moratoria of the kind announced by Garland have a checkered record in advancing the abolitionist cause. They sometimes serve as a way station on the road to abolition. But not always. And the jury is out on what path the new moratorium portends.

A key moment in death penalty moratorium efforts in the United States occurred in 1997 when the American Bar Association, the nation’s largest voluntary association of lawyers and law students, called for a complete halt to executions in the United States. The ABA proclaimed that the death penalty as “currently administered” is not compatible with the values of the U. S. Constitution.

The ABA called “upon each jurisdiction that imposes capital punishment not to carry out the death penalty until the jurisdiction implements policies and procedures … intended to (1) ensure that death penalty cases are administered fairly and impartially, in accordance with due process, and (2) minimize the risk that innocent persons may be executed.”

Note that the language of the ABA resolution was conditional and contingent in its condemnation of death as a punishment. Even as it called for a cessation of executions, the ABA appeared to hold out hope for a process of reform that might bring the death penalty within constitutionally acceptable norms.

Illustrating the stark difference between calling for a moratorium and embracing abolition, the ABA went out of its way to state that it was “taking no position on the death penalty.”

In January 2000, then–Illinois Gov. George Ryan made that state the first in the nation to heed the ABA’s call for a moratorium. As he said at the time, “Until I can be sure that everyone sentenced to death in Illinois is truly guilty, until I can be sure with moral certainty that no innocent man or woman is facing a lethal injection, no one will meet that fate.”

Ryan believed that the moratorium would allow citizens to get used to having no executions and help them understand that the death penalty affords them no real security.

In Illinois the moratorium turned out to be a major and important first step on that state’s road to abolition. Ryan followed up on it in 2003 when he used his clemency power to pardon or commute the sentences of everyone on the state’s death row. Eight years later, another governor signed legislation abolishing capital punishment and replaced it with life without parole.

In 2007, New Jersey followed the Illinois moratorium-to-abolition playbook, even as that has not been the usual route to ending capital punishment.

The experience of other states indicates that a moratorium may be a substitute for, rather than a step toward, abolition. Oregon in 2011, Pennsylvania in 2015, California in 2019 all announced a halt to executions, but none shows signs of movement to permanently ending capital punishment.

And Maryland offers another stark reminder of the sometimes transient quality of death penalty moratoria. In 2002, Democratic Gov. Parris Glendening declared a moratorium on executions. Eight months later, it was lifted by his successor, Republican Gov. Robert Ehrlich, who would go on to preside over two executions during his term in office.

This history further cautions that Garland’s announcement may not be a signal that abolition of the federal death penalty is on the horizon.

Added to that, the attorney general’s call for yet another series of policy reviews has a depressingly familiar ring to it. Do we really need another study to document the death penalty’s brutality and its crippling flaws?

This purportedly abolitionist president and his attorney general should act to make sure that no one again faces a federal death penalty. Biden should now use his executive power to empty the federal death row by commuting the sentences of the 50 people currently being held there.

Commutation, not a moratorium, is the only way to ensure that executions do not return the next time someone like Trump is in office.

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