Terrible Casey Jones HCs (from a hockey fan):
87 Casey:
-it actually makes sense this guy wears the old style hockey mask since the fiberglass helmets with face cages were only starting to become popular in the 80s. Friday the 13th also came out in the 80s so he totally uses the face hugger mask for those reasons.
-he literally only met the turtles twice so I think it'd be funny if he just. forgot they existed. like "who are you small weird cosplaying kids"
-he'd probably be loyal to the Rangers because the Islanders play too close to Jersey. no he isn't bitter the Islanders were better, shut up!
-mans built like a football player, he wouldn't play. he just has the equipment to be a menace.
03 Casey:
- both him and Raph are devastated during the 04-05 lockout. it's the hardest battle they've ever fought.
-Leo: what about all the times we fought the Shredder and almost died?
Raph and Casey: the lockout was harder.
-that man shares his entire half of a braincell with Raphael /affectionate
-he would pound his fist into the table seeing the Devil's go to the Finals in 2000, 01 and 03.
-he probably genuinely forgot Anaheim is owned by Disney.
-he WILL complain during off-season. There are 0 worthy sports to watch from June to October.
12 Casey:
-oh you thought he was a Rangers fan? Maybe the Islanders? Buffalo? nah he's a Bruins fan.
-despite being afraid of rats his favourite player is Marchand.
-he ABSOLUTELY got into Reddit arguments with Vancouver fans in 2011.
-probably the only Casey that has actually played hockey. bro has the missing front teeth drip
-he wanted to be goalie so bad but the second he stepped out wearing the face hugger they said no and made him a winger.
-he lost his front teeth because he doesn't wear a cage.
-he not only forgot Anaheim was owned by Disney, he forgot they existed. he only remembered because they won the Cup in 07.
Casey Jr:
-i like the concept he learns to play hockey after the Invasion but I think he'd get ragdolled around by the people his age. yeah he can kill a Krang with one hand. but he's so stringy and spindly that he'd get knocked over by accident while on skates
-Casey Sr teaches him how to skate, but the first time he tries he immediately faceplants because he never learned what ice is.
-none of the Rise characters have hockey fan vibes. like, they all like basketball (even if Donnie pretends not to know anything about it) Raph likes wrestling and football. Leo would have a shrine dedicated to Michael Jordan, and that's about it. Mikey probably would watch anything his brothers put on. hockey is still very much a white person's sport, we don't have many POC players in the League so it doesn't appeal as much to POC as other sports like basketball, football, or baseball which are more diverse. All this to say Casey wouldn't know there's a pro-league until he stumbles upon it on TV one night.
-he's probably not into it the way the other Casey's are but he'll casually watch a game if there's one on.
-I don't see Casey having many interests for a while post-invasion because his entire life was basically surviving the apocalypse. He'll learn to appreciate the small things gradually.
-he would probably pick up on Leo's....appreciation...for Michael Jordan though lol
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Playful teasing Jason x Tommy?
Kinky Cosplay - Baiting the Black Dragon
Mind Games AU - Follows Play Stupid Games, Win Stupid Prizes
Longer version to be posted on AO3.
Far from scratching his carnal itch for the older man, the tryst with Red under the moonlight only exacerbated Tommy’s obsession to fuck him again and again. Even after he’d orgasmed heavily, his scream of pleasure muffled by the former pet’s tongue in his mouth, the White Ranger stubbornly forced his softening cock against the man’s ass, desperate to remain sheathed inside him. Eventually, he’d had no choice but slip from that delicious hole, relaxing against that sweaty flesh, his eyes beginning to feel heavy as his head dropped to Red’s chest, lulled by the thumping of his heart.
Much sooner than he would have liked, Tommy was gently shaken awake by a chuckling Red, who lay still entwined in the White Ranger’s possessive embrace. He lifted his heavy head from the former pet’s warm skin and gazed into the amused, sparkling dark eye.
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder, little one,” Red playfully teased. “If one of the others should happen upon us in this compromising position, it would most likely be World War Three.”
His customary wide canine grin graced his countenance and he winked. “Not that I’m not enjoying being cuddled after a vigorous, much-needed fucking.”
The gray-haired man again chuckled at the young Ranger’s contented, sleepy expression , one hand reaching up to brush long strands of Tommy’s hair from his flushed cheeks.
“I think we’ll both sleep well tonight, White Ranger. Fucking is a great stress reliever… I’ve not had a play time like this in quite awhile.”
Tommy only growled deep in his throat before claiming the soft lips in another passionate kiss. Pulling himself begrudgingly to his feet, he stared down at Red’s powerful, sweat slick body, the copious white fluid leaking from his thoroughly fucked ass. The visual of his cum on the pet’s flesh further sparked his dark desire.
“Does that mean you’ll play with me again?”
Red bit his lower lip and his eye sparkled with mischief.
“Perhaps, kiddo… I rather enjoyed our little rodeo…” he sighed blissfully. “Now, you better get back before the others start to worry.”
Tugging his clothes over his trembling arms and legs, Tommy looked over to where Red still lounged upon the grass, sprawled out languidly in his contentment.
“What about you? Won’t they worry where you are?”
The older man laughed loudly in surprise, eyes wide.
“Kiddo, I AM the monster in the dark… The abomination…”
“No, you’re just misunderstood.”
This comment made Red laugh harder, his chest rumbling as he slowly moved to sit up.
“So sweet of you to commiserate with me…” he grinned as he stretched his back provocatively.
“I mean it,” Tommy insisted, adjusting his pants and t-shirt. “And it would seem that someone wants to challenge your reign.”
His face darkened at the thought of this newest villain who claimed he planned to cut Red’s heart from his chest, like field dressing a deer.
“But he won’t get near you,” he snarled, lip lifting like a predatory beast. “Not while I’m still breathing. I’ll see to it that he ends up missing more parts than David is right now.”
Red’s shaggy head tilted in curiosity as he regarded the younger Ranger.
“Interesting. Your eyes also grow black when you get angry. Just like him,” he mused.
It rankled Tommy somewhat to be compared to that asshole, but right now, he only wanted to nestle back against Red’s muscular chest, inhale his scent, and wake to claim him yet again.
“I confess that I’m not used to inspiring such a protective nature in others. Usually it’s fear or horror or rage. I’ve never needed defending or rescuing before,” the former pet mused, lifting a dark brow.
Pulling himself to his feet, the pet pressed his nude body against Tommy and sighed gently, his powerful thigh sensually brushing the younger man’s before sliding a finger beneath the White Ranger’s chin.
“Something to remember me by,” he cooed, the tip of his tongue dipping easily between Tommy’s lips and making him groan hungrily. “Now, hurry along, little one. Back to the others…”
Standing at the kitchen sink, Jason stared out the window into the night, watching his boyfriend stomp off angrily through the high grass. Behind him, the Ranger Slayer was reading David the riot act about how atrociously he’d conducted himself and that he reminded her of a toddler. The former tyrant retorted with some crass words and a middle finger, incensed that he was getting the brunt of the blame for the brawl when Tommy had eagerly participated in it as well.
“I think we need to manage you just like a child when you act like this, ‘David’,” she taunted. “You’d think I wouldn’t be surprised by your outbursts after everything I went through with you, yet here I stand, watching you scream and throw things like it's a new development.”
David crossed his arms and sneered up at her from his place on the floor, his wheelchair tipped over behind him when he’d foolishly launched himself at his younger doppelganger.
“So Mr. Perfect gets a pass for acting like an asshole? Figures…” he hissed.
Jason turned to stare down at him, shaking his head.
“I don’t know what you thought you were going to accomplish getting into a physical fight with Tommy, but I’m glad Jamie wasn’t here to see this.”
He gestured at the broken dishes, turned over chairs, and spilled beverages.
“He’s used to being here by himself where it’s quiet and calm and here we are, descending on him like a plague. It’s not fair for him to have to deal with this,” the Red Omega scolded. “Jamie deserves peace after everything he’s been through.”
Righting his wheelchair, David crawled back into the seat, reminding Jason of a poisonous spider.
“Well, you need to muzzle your bitch!” David spat. “I knew how to handle mine!”
Kimberly took a menacing step toward the asshole, her face dark and gritting her teeth.
“Don’t you EVER refer to him like that again,” she growled. “Or you’ll be MY bitch.”
David twirled a finger in the air and rolled his eyes.
“Whatever.”
He spun his chair around and started rolling to the kitchen doorway and into the living room.
“Hey! Aren’t you going to clean up the mess you made?” the Slayer called after him, her hands fisted on her hips.
“Nope. You’ve pissed me off and I’m going to bed.”
Jason snagged Kim’s arm as she made to go after the evil man.
“Let him go. It’s not worth it to have to deal with his mouth,” he soothed. “I’ll take care of it. Go get some rest. We’ve got an early morning tomorrow.”
The Ranger Slayer sighed, her shoulder relaxing under Jason’s hand. She turned to gaze into his dark eyes. It was still difficult to look at the Red Omega, even now knowing that ‘her’ Jason survived. Technically, anyways, in some form.
Smiling gently, the younger man pulled her into a warm embrace. The petite brunette nestled her head against his chest, the feel of him familiar despite the decades that had passed. Honestly, her heart needed this.
“Sorry,” she murmured. “I still miss him. I know I’m lucky that he’s alive. And Jamie is really sweet.”
Pulling back, she teasingly ruffled Jason’s thick hair, blinking her tears away.
“But he’s not the ‘Jason’ you remember, that you were fighting to get back in the containment room,” the Omega finished. “I get it. It’s weird interacting with him sometimes because Jamie is talented and smart about things that I’m horrible with, he’s a lot quieter and more reserved than I am, and he even carries himself differently.”
Kimberly nodded.
“I don’t want Jamie to think he’s failed somehow or that he’s a disappointment, Jase. He’s truly an amazing individual and I sometimes think he doesn’t see that.”
Giving his smooth cheek one last pat, she turned to head through the doorway and to begin getting ready to sleep.
“Goodnight, Jase…”
“Goodnight, Kim.”
Sighing in annoyance, the Red Omega set up cleaning up the disheveled kitchen, periodically looking out the window to see if his partner was making his way back with Jamie. He was keenly aware that they could easily be attacked while they were out there, separated from the others. Though he didn’t doubt either man’s fighting abilities, Jason couldn’t help being a worry wart.
As he tidied, sweeping the floor, setting chairs upright, and wiping down the soiled countertops, the younger Ranger discovered that Jamie had left his black frame glasses laying near his small collection of coffee mugs. Glancing around guiltily, he reached out, scooping them up carefully.
Jason was curious.
Unfolding the spectacles, he slid them onto his face experimentally. He was surprised that the lenses didn’t warp his vision as he’d thought they would from experience goofing off when Billy had allowed him to try on his glasses. Catching sight of the slight reflection in the kitchen window, an idea crept into Jason’s mind, a rather erotic, kinky urge that he hoped his boyfriend would be open to entertaining.
Sure, they’d indulged in the taboo roleplaying of Drakkon and Red, fucking each other stupid as they imagined the tyrant and his pet had done during the asshole’s hellish reign of the Coinless World. It was one of their favorite scenes and led to the most intense orgasms. Jason knew his ass was the sorest after these sessions, sometimes causing him to be unable to walk the next day.
A quick peek around the door frame showed the Ranger Slayer fast asleep on the couch, sprawled over the cushions under a colorful throw. Something soft brushed his arm as Jason rounded the corner to creep back up to the loft with Jamie’s glasses still perched upon his face.
Hanging on a hook jutting from the wall was the soft black and gray checked button up the older man had been wearing that day.
A quick, shameful sniff revealed that it still smelled like Jamie.
‘Perfect!’
Tommy had a real kink for scents.
Snagging the warm material, Jason couldn’t help a grin as he climbed the ladder and waited for the White Ranger to return.
All the way back to the farmhouse, Tommy’s obsessive brain continued to replay the erotic encounter, minute by delicious minute. He couldn’t believe he’d been buried deep inside that devious creature. Red was so different from Jason, and even Jamie, for that matter.
The White Ranger found it fascinating that both personalities had their own body language, facial expressions, voice, scent, and taste. He knew there was a difference between Jason and Red. And it was likely that if Coinless Jason were present, he’d closely mirror the Red Omega.
When his tongue delved between his boyfriend’s lips, Tommy thought Jase tasted fresh and pure, innocent. His mind brought forth images of clear blue skies, sunshine, and a fragrant spring breeze. He couldn’t explain why that was. Jason’s body felt warm and welcoming under his embrace, leaning forward eagerly and openly.
On the other end of the spectrum was Red. The older man’s tongue had a spicier flavor, much like the aroma of his body. It was like fine wine and rich chocolate, bringing to mind silky sheets, decadent body oils, and a fire burning in the hearth. The feel of him in Tommy’s arms was more playful and teasing, dancing just out of reach, tempting him to follow along.
The White Ranger frowned when he got to Jamie. The closest he’d really gotten to this alter was a warm hug after their deep conversation in the barn. Tommy thought he smelled crisp fall leaves, raindrops, and pine. Jamie had felt more guarded, receptive, yet unsure, as he attempted to return the younger man’s embrace.
Walking along the beaten path, Tommy found he couldn’t get Jamie out of his mind now. He visualized the quieter personality’s gentle features, his customary button ups over a fitted t-shirt, the black frame glasses, his scarred, artistically talented hands…
He’d been so besotted with Red and his rumored sexual talent and flirtatious behavior that having Jamie writhing under him hadn’t been a thought. What would Jamie’s bare flesh feel like? What noises would he make when aroused? How would his face look on the brink of orgasm? How would his mouth taste?
For some reason, Jamie’s shyness and timidity was arousing to Tommy. This alter had never had a sexual encounter, at least not that he knew of. And he honestly doubted it, given the older man’s reserved personality. It was rather sweet, though it also stirred his obsessive and possessive tendencies as much as Red did.
When he crept back into the farmhouse, Tommy discovered the Ranger Slayer snoozing on the couch, David was holed up in Jamie’s room, and Jason was resting up in the loft. Skull and Billy were staying on the ship overnight with plans for the team to bring David in the morning for scans, much to the asshole’s indignation.
Attempting to climb the ladder as quietly as he could manage, his thoughts were laser focused on the morning he’d first seen the older version of his boyfriend twirling through the air on metal beams, high in the barn rafters, flipping and spinning and holding the most amazing static poses he’d ever seen. At the time, Tommy had only been mesmerized by the feat of strength Jamie displayed as he held a perfect ninety degree plank.
Now he was considering all the kinky ways that could be incorporated in the bedroom…
The White Ranger hauled himself up and realized that Jason was sitting up waiting for him. Only his boyfriend was clad only in a familiar black and gray button up and black frame glasses, nothing else.
“Well, hey there, kiddo… I was starting to worry…”
Lifting the glasses from his eyes, Jason tapped one of the plastic, black arms against his full lower lip.
Tommy stared at the delicious vision, stunned that somehow the Omega was able to read his mind. The sleeves of the garment were tight over Jason’s larger muscles and he hoped they wouldn’t accidentally tear Jamie’s shirt.
Or get any tell tale white fluid over the back of it.
“I’m going to suggest, my darling ‘Jamie’, that you grab that pillow right there. Things might get a little rough and you’re going to need something to bite down on…”
Then, the White Ranger pounced on the other man, trying unsuccessfully to keep his possessive snarls and growls quiet, but failing miserably.
Fortunately, the Ranger Slayer was in too deep a snooze to overhear the animalistic, wild cavorting going on just over her head.
Not so with David, who lay awake, smirking, yet jealous as his hand found his throbbing, leaky cock…
“That’s right, Tommy… Give to him hard…Make his ass bleed.”
Up in the loft, ‘David’ seized ‘Jamie’s’ throat tightly, causing his mouth to fall open in shallow pants, eyes wide behind his glasses.
“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it, precious?” he spat near the frightened man’s ear. “And you’ve only gotten more lovely with time. I’ve heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder…”
‘Jamie’ gripped the fingers encircling his throat and was unable to pry them loose. Swiftly, he found himself slammed down into the pallet of blankets and pillows as ‘David’ straddled his waist.
“Now, now… I know you’ve missed me just as much as I’ve missed you,” he purred, grinning evilly. “
His eyes flooded an eerie black, they swept the man lying helplessly under him.
“I’m going to eat your ass before I fuck you from behind like the little doggie you are…”
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Winx Club Season 8
What I liked about season 8:
The girls civillian clothes. They look so comfortable and I LOVE Aisha's outfit!
The magical attacks are not just energy beams or shields.
Seeing Bloom call upon the Dragon!
The reason why the trix working with Valtor. It's not the trix want to work with Valtor but are forced!
I liked the intro actually. It was way better then season 6 and 7s.
I actually like Neo Sirenix more then season 5's version.
The backgrounds and the new worlds!
What I DIDN'T like about season 8:
The new artstyle was just horrible! It didn't match with the show and it made the winx and specialist look like kids!!
The freaking Lumens!! They are just horrible little beings!
Cosmix is not a good transformation. It's my second least favourite. My least is butterflix🤢🤢
The serie being a soft reboot was the biggest mistake they ever did! It makes the whole story just chaotic with them taking away important character and story parts!
Stella being a obsess fashonista, the butt of a joke, Spoiled and a airhead which is her whole character now!
The winx wearing uniform like clothes that Stella made for them.
Bloom and Sky's relationship!
The Winx are still in SCHOOL!?? Haven't they graduated yet?
NABU!!!!😭😭😭😭
Helia's haircut and clothing style!😢😢
The prism star mission that is just a filler arc!!
Musa and Riven should meet other pepole instead. It's not healthy to date someone you fight with the whole time with.
Valtor is just wasted potential!
Tecna's character feels so blank!
Flora's character feels also blank!
The specialist new spandex (I am not going to call it armor!) just make them look like kids cosplaying as rip-off power rangers!
They look like jokes!
Neo Enchantix was just HORRIBLE! Some designs where okay but they used to much PINK! This made my eyes bleed🥲🥲
Specalist weapon dosen't match with the specialist character.
The enemies are just stupid!
And at last! The white washing🤬🤬🤬 direct from world of winx!
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