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CELEBRITY CRUSH | LS2

a/n: i know people have been begging for part three of secret sister but! this first and then maybe part three - making the most of my summer break 🤭 also i am british and i know that london and silverstone aren't close at all. it's just for the plot :(

fc: gracie abrams & pinterest

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paris are we ready! teaser song for new album secret of us comes out tomorrow, be there or be square.

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userone: we are SO ready

usertwo: secret of us is going to eat i fear

yourbestfriend: WHOOP WHOOP

yourusername: that’s the sound of the police!

yourbestfriend: yes but no

userthree: anyone have any resale 🥲

userfour: did i just hear new situationship anthem?

userfive: guys i am not ready

Twitter - Celebrity Goss

Logan Sargeant Post Race Interview

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home (london looks prettier than bedford)

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everyone say hi to clover

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usertwo: patiently waiting for logan to comment

userthree: she’s so cute

yourbestfriend: clover is MY dog

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userfour: our cottage girl

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userone: no way!!

usertwo: i can't believe what i'm seeing right now

userthree: holy shit.

alex_albon: there is no way you actually did it

oscarpiastri: when i said you should go to her concert i meant it as a joke, creep.

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thank you vegas

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userthree: i love you, i'm sorry is going to CHART

logansargeant: good show

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logansargeant: absolutely splendid

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logansargeant: i live in london

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logansargeant: if you come to silverstone, i will

userfour: holy shit.

userfive: are you seeing what i'm seeing?

usersix: AHHHH

userseven: THEY ARE FLIRTING!! CODE RED!!

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oh how i love you london (and silverstone)

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userone: SHE WENT!

usertwo: london gig was so cute

userthree: who else saw logan at the london mouthing the lyrics to close to you?

alex_albon: now you know what i can hear from his drivers room

userthree: HOLY SHIT NO WAY

yourbestfriend: that was so cool, i now want to watch cars go zoom more often

oscarpiastri: if she doesn't invite you let me know

userfour: OSCAR WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

userfive: project number two?

logansargeant: will never forgive you for wearing a ferrari cap

yourusername: i had nothing else

logansargeant: we can change that

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well deserved break

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userone: THIRD SLIDE

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summer break pending.

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usersix: i don't know who i'm more jealous of

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my girlfriend is hotter (and cuter) than yours

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userone: stop they're so adorable

usertwo: the cute comment

yourbestfriend: did she let you post that?

alex_albon: she is currently chasing him around the training facility while me, lily and oscar are laughing

yourbestfriend: film it

userthree: and post it.

userfour: your honour, i love them too much

a/n: i had too much fun with this hehe

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Southern Charm Chapter 2: Viva Las Vegas

(Jey Uso x OC)

Southern Charm 

Chapter 2: Viva Las Vegas

TW: Mentions of cheating (not Sara/Jey), flashbacks that could be triggering.

18+, mature themes

Warning: Sexual themes

Sara

5:30AM-Tuesday 4/15/25

Her dad was already up and getting ready to leave. She got their breakfast together as she loaded their stuff in the private car Josh had gotten for her. An 45 minute drive to the Norfolk Airport as they loaded their stuff on the jet as they took off for Las Vegas. “Our first time to Vegas huh? And by luck my own daughter is bringing us there. “ She chuckled looking over to her Dad as he spoke “Well let’s just say,Dad, it was a lucky invitation. Otherwise I dont know if we could have afforded it. “ She said honestly to him as he nodded.

10:15AM-Tuesday

They finally landed in Vegas. After getting their bags checked and everything going through TSA. A private car had met them there as they took it to the hotel Caesar’s Palace. “Damn boy, you fancy huh? “ She thought to herself about Joshua as she grinned. She unpacked their bags as she and her Dad then walked around taking a sightseeing tour. Josh had texted her that someone would pick them up for Fanfest, she got in the car as they went to the venue. She had on her pink “Yeet” shirt and jeans. She got another text of where to meet them as she had her Dad follow her along. She then saw Joshua standing there in his blue tank with a black coat and black jeans. His shirt also read “Yeet”. She then saw Jon walk over and go “Twins Uce! And I ain’t even matching with my twin over here. “ Making she and her dad laugh with Jon and Josh. “By the way, Jon, this is my Dad. “ She introduced the two as Jon shook his head “Big Jim you can call me! “ Making her Dad smile and laugh, feeling at ease. 

Jey

Seeing Sara and her Father there warmed his soul, seeing his family there warmed his soul even more. Knowing his whole family was there as he got a text from his Dad “Hey bring your girl and her Dad to our AirBNB, and dont worry, I wont have alcohol there. I know, Uce. “ Joshua had responded with “Sure thing, pop. We’ll be there. “ After doing some signings he met up with Sara and her Dad as they had been keeping company with Jon. He whispered to his brother “Pops invited us and them to his AirBNB. You think she wants to meet the parents? I mean..I’ve already met her Dad. “ Jimmy looked at him and smirked “I think it’s a good idea, our parents are gonna be suspicious. “ Jey looked over at him “You think Ma is gonna like her? You know how protective she is of us, boys. “ Jimmy laughed and smiled “Hell yeah. Everything is going to be fine, brotha. Trust me. “

Sara

Meeting the parents was tonight as she was a little nervous. She slipped on some black slacks and a hot pink shirt and wearing her rhinestone black jacket with pink gems over it and then her boots. She even slipped on her cowgirl hat “Alright, here we go. “ She said as she walked out and met Jey who smirked. She laughed when he joked “Alright cowgirl. We going to a rodeo afterwards? Kidding, you look sexy. “ She giggled as she linked her arm with his “And a sexy ass cowboy to go with it? Hell yeah, Uce. “ They took a car to the AirBNB as they walked in the house as everyone surprised him. His parents smiled welcoming her with open arms. Sara happened to be a big fan of Rikishi, at first she went to shake but instead he pulled her into his arms for a bear hug “Welcome my dear. Joshua has been telling us about you. “ Rikishi smiled as his wife added “You must be very special. We cant get him to shut up about you. “ Everyone laughed including Sara as she looked to his parents, to everyone then back at Joshua “I made an impact, huh? “ She smiled brightly “I’m glad I made a good impact. I fear all my life I’ve made a not so good impact. “ She added

Jey

Seeing his parents reaction to meeting this wonderful, beautiful girl he had just met warmed his heart. Their relationship wasn’t by any means heated just yet. But he wanted his parents and family to know that this beautiful girl made an impact not only on his life, but his heart. He smiled standing with his parents after grace was said and Sara went to make her plate “I’m glad you both like her, she’s just incredible. Met her at a house show by chance and just…I dont know something about her just pulled me her way. “ He said with a grin as his parents just smiled and patted his shoulder. He heard his mom speak up “She seems like a very gracious girl who’s grounded,who’s blossoming into a beauty. You’ve done good my son. “ It warmed Jey’s heart to hear his mother speak that and his Father agreed.  

Sara

She made her plate of bbq and sat down to eat with the family as everyone had introduced themselves. The food looked delicious reminding her of the Southern comfort and cuisine she missed so much. Though she was mindful of her diet as her mother died young from Type 2 diabetes. Sara took a bite of food as she thought the food was delicious, simmering in her mouth with every flavor. After chewing her food and being polite. She said “This is scrumptious. Who’s the cook? “ Rikshi waved his hand as everyone grinned and bursted into laughter when Jimmy added “And I helped, Uce! But Trin made the Mac n cheese. “ He said and winked at his wife. She happened to be sitting next to Trinity as she saw Trinity blush. “Awww come on now, Jon! I’m blushing over here! “ Everyone laughed more. As Trinity whispered to her “Us Southern girls are particular about our food aren’t we? “ Sara giggled and nodded “Hell yeah! You gotta give me some tips though. I fear I’m not as good as my mama was. Dump cake was her thing. I have to make that for our next family dinner. “ She said as she stopped herself “Our next family dinner? “ Hell, this could be the only family function she may be attending as far as she knew. 

Jey

After dinner he found a quiet boardwalk and decided to Sara with him. He enjoyed being around family but knew she wasn’t used to that as he wanted to make her comfortable. She seemed fine but he figured the two of them could get away for a bit. The night sky was lit and the moon shown so bright. The boardwalk was lit with some lights as he knew she was in for a surprise. Earlier he had gone to put rose petals and different flowers around as candles were lit. He hoped she wouldn’t mind, wouldn’t make her uncomfortable. He walked with her down to the end of the boardwalk where the roses and candles were lit as he turned around taking her hands in his as he kissed them softly. The feel of her hands being so ever soft. “I know we only just met, b-but….I-I’m falling hard for you, Sara. I always wanted myself a cowgirl and someone who’s just down to Earth and sweet. When I laid eyes on you, I felt that energy from you. You’re sexy and down to earth, just everything about you, I love. Is it too soon for me…to say I love you? “ He said gently as he didnt want to scare her and make her run away. He knew he probably had one shot at this. “I mean we could take it nice and slow, boyfriend and girlfriend? All I know is…I want you. After my divorce, I never thought I’d find anyone who could ever understand me but you do. “ He said touching her cheeks with his fingertips, his finger running over her lips. He wanted to kiss those lips so bad. 

Sara

“I mean we could take it nice and slow, boyfriend and girlfriend? All I know is I want you? “ Those words to her with that voice of his made her feel weak in the knees. She was thinking of what her Dad would say. Yeah, her dad needed her too. What if she moved him to California with them? “I would be the happiest girl in the world to be your girlfriend, Joshua. “ She said as there were tears in her eyes “Just promise me one thing, if I come out there to Cali, can my Dad come too? “  She said thinking of her father, family mattered to her. “ Before she said anything else Jey gripped her waist and gazed down at her “Of course he can and I’ll check out all the hospitals and doctors he needs. Get you a nice place set up with room for the both of you, he can have his own side of the house and you yours. “ He grinned and she smiled making her feel better “I want him to have his independence yet I also he needs me. Should anything happened. “ Jey smiled at that knowing she had a big heart and was family oriented. 

Jey

“Of course he can come with you, babe. I mean S-….” He looked down only to catch her blushing and smiling as he chuckled “Hey he’s gonna be alright? My family’s got yours, best believe that. “ Then like that that song came on again from a house across the water “I Cant Help Falling In Love With You” by Elvis. He took her in his arms for a slow dance as he gazed into her eyes as he took a chance this time and leaned his face closer into hers as his lips crushed into hers as his arms wrapped around her frame almost lifting her. Realizing their height difference as he smiled to himself. However their lips were still entangled as he teased her by adding a little tongue to the kiss. 

Sara

They were kissing, holy shit! Sara cupped his cheeks and crashed her lips into his letting him take over. She had never been kissed before. As clearly he knew what he was doing as she let out a soft moan in the kiss. “I can get used to this… “ She whispered seeing him smile as she felt him press his head against hers. Joshua said to her “Me too, baby. Me too. “ They both smiled and then shared a laugh when she said “Your family is going to wonder where we ventured off too. “ They both laughed again as Jey spoke “You’re probably right about that. But they’re cool though, they like you. This right here are the people who are most important to me. “ Joshua said with a smile “I’d like for you to meet my boys too. They’re coming here tomorrow. Don’t mind their mom, she’s…” Sara bit her lip as she nodded. The ex-wife, she knew all too well how that went on in her family. Her father’s secret affair with a married woman that alone scared her from relationships for as long as she knew. “It’s okay, Joshua. “ She said with a smile “I’m fearless, afraid of nothing. I’ll be nothing but kind to her as long as she’s kind to me. “ She didnt know Jey’s ex wife so she was probably speaking too soon for herself. She felt herself getting tired as she looked at him “I’m gonna go crash out and watch a movie. You in? “ She smiled at him

Jey

Her fearlessness is what made him smile. Her boldness and being unafraid. He couldn’t wait for her to meet his boys. He just hoped Kecia wouldn’t make a scene and start throwing accusations at him. Their marriage as far as he was concerned was over.  Hearing her ask if he wanted to crash out with her and watch a movie he grinned “Yeet. “ Everyone was already in bed as he came in the house. As he snuck upstairs to where his suite of rooms were as he put on his sweatpants and crop top hopping on the bed as he got them some sweet tea and a few snacks for the movie with some popcorn. “Excuse me popping out all these snacks, Uce. A man gets hungry but I will share with my beautiful lady. “ He said as he grinned watching her walk in. 

Sara

“Hell yeah, Uce. I’ll go change ninto something…more comfortable. “ She said as she went to go change as she slipped on her pajamas. Her SpongeBob shorts and her UsoCrazy tanktop. She came out seeing him laying there as she grinned to herself as she bit her lip thinking “Damn, I would let him take me right there and then. “ But she was mindful and respectful of others being in the home. She was a rather modest girl you can say. She slipped into bed with him as she smiled getting a handful of popcorn before popping some into her mouth as Josh put on Bad Boys 1. “Bad Boys, Bad boys, Whatchu gonna do when they come for you? “ They both sang as they laughed. Jey kept singing “Bad Boys” as she began to relax, feeling very comfortable now. Then, then it happened. 

Jey

Before getting into bed he remembered to lock the door, he looked into her eyes as he kissed her deeply again. Before he continued he said “If I make you uncomfortable or hurt you, tell me to stop. I mean it…” He said as he thought to himself “Shit hold on a sec, mama. “ He went to go grab a condom before he jumped back into bed pulling her close as he kissed her softly “Nice and slow, babygirl. Promise. It might hurt a bit…but let me make it feel better for you. “ He went down spreading her legs wide open flicking his tongue between her folds. Hearing her whimpers and gasps of pleasure. He groaned as her pussy tasted delicious, like the best cake he ever ate.  “Shit babygirl, already getting wet for daddy huh? “ He said smirking

Sara

Holy shit. Things went from 10 to a 100 in a minute. She wanted him bad as she felt his tongue deep inside her now dripping cunt. Careful not to wake anyone up as she whimpered in pleasure. Her body quivering from his tongue, his touch. “Shit, Josh…” Saying his name in a murmur as he sent electric vibes throughout her body. Eager for him as she opened her legs more. Her fingers playing with that beautiful head of hair of his. Admiring the tattoos on his body and his back, feeling his muscled arms. She gazed up at him “Sexy motherfucker.. “ She saw him smirk up at her as he came up kissing her hard. She returned the kiss just as deep as whispered “Now you tryna wake the whole house up you silly man. “ Joshua chuckled “Naw, we dont have to wake them up. There are other ways but tonight, I’m making you mine. “ He smirked as those damn gold grills flashed.

Jey

The taste of her pussy, it tasted like sweet berries to him as he savored the taste in his mouth wanting to remember it for a long time. He enjoyed toying with her and teasing her in his own way “Mm, you’re so perfect, babygirl. Everything about you. And you say I’m your first ever? “ He smirked now feeling more special than ever as he teased her again by flicking his tongue one last time against her soft clit. His hands massaging her thighs and legs, how soft they felt. “Damn girl, doing some things to me over here. Got me going crazy. “ He reached up and kissed her softly and gazed into her eyes “You sure you wanna do this? It’s okay to say no you know. I’m not pressuring you. “ His fingers tracing along her jawline

Sara

This new sensation she was feeling, his tongue against the most sensitive parts of her body was making her feel some type of way. Her legs wrapping around his waist as she gazed into his eyes listening to his words “There’s only one man I’ve dreamed of doing this with and thats you. You’re the only man to ever truly pay attention to me and not make me feel like a joke or a burden. “ She said as she played with his hair, her fingers brushing along his neck admiring his new neck ink and his tattoos “One day you’re going to have to explain to me what all these tattoos mean. I love them, think they are beautiful. “ She said sweetly with a smile.

Jey

“Hell yeah, babe. One day I will, I promise. “ He grinned as he reached up and kissed her softly gazing into her eyes as he cupped her cheeks “Might hurt a little at first but not for long, I promise. More we do it, the better it’ll feel. But I’mma take it nice and slow just for you. “ He then slowly slid inside of her pussy as he groaned as he felt her walls tightened, clenched against him as he closed his eyes grinning. He thrusted gently back and forth till she got used to him. Hearing her soft cries of both pain and pleasure made him more eager. Leaning down to kiss her softly as his tongue explored her mouth. Of course he didnt want to wake everyone else up. 

Sara

“Fuck! “ She murmured as she felt the hot stinging sensation within her body as she bit down on her lip. Holy fuck he was massive and she loved that. Scrawny men weren’t her thing. Burying her face in his neck as she let him take over as the more experienced one, this being her first time. She whispered in his ear “Don’t you dare stop, pretty please… “ Nibbling at his earlobe as she gasped at each movement he made, stifling her noises with kisses to his lips. Raking her nails down his back. She heard him whisper “Sorry mama if I hurt you, it wont hurt for long I promise. “ She felt him trail kisses along her neck. The feel of those cold ass grills along her body felt odd at first but she grew to love it.

Jey

Damn he hadn’t felt this good in a long time. Been with a woman like this in a long time. He knew he probably rushed fast on this one but he wanted to claim her for his own. He didnt want to lose her and was afraid of losing her. His thrusts began to grow more wild after a while as he closed his eyes hearing her soft cries as he smirked when she buried her face in the pillow to stifle the moans. He kissed along every inch of her body. Taking a nipple into his mouth and tasting her. “Damn…”  He thought to himself as he smirked. He teased her by taking a finger and gently sliding it towards her clit rubbing it, almost as if he was playing a piano as he teased her. He whispered in her ear “Feeling used to me a little more now, mama? “ He ran his hands over her body.

Sara

“Feeling used to me more now, mama? “ She heard him say in a whisper as her  S body shivered. “Yeah, and I don’t want it to stop…. “ She smirked against his lips as she kissed him softly as she moaned with each thrust he was giving her. She teased him by pushing her tongue into his mouth, feeling the cold sensation of his grills across her tongue. It felt so nice “Gonna make me cum here real soon, daddy…” She saw him smirk as she felt herself growing wetter as she came for him. He whispered in her ear “That’s my good girl…” They shared a kiss before he rolled off of her as he took her by the hand leading her to the shower as she heard him flip it on. She blu shed as he pinned her gently against the wall kissing her as he looked into her eyes.  Jey smirked as he murmured against her lips “Thought he was done? Nah nah…“ He then gently blifted her by her ass squeezing her ass cheeks firmly in his grasp. He growled as he began fucking her nice and slow.  She was falling hard for this man as she smirked to herself “Joshua, baby…” She said in his ear as his thrusts grew more wild. Her nails digging into his back.

Jey

“Hell yeah, Uce. She’s mine for sure now. Just gotta keep her close… “ He thought to himself as her moans sent shivers down both their bodies. He grunted as he felt himself cum and ran his hands all the way down her body. He pulled her close in for a kiss as he held her close there for just a few minutes catching his breath. Glad to have finally claimed his “Southern Cowgirl”. He brushed his lips against hers kissing her “Didnt hurt you too much did I, babygirl? “ He smirked when Sara replied “Naw. You couldnt hurt me, baby. “ She said as she kissed him lightly. “I’d do anything for you, you know that? “ He looked down at her and smiled and lit up seeing her smile. “I cant wait for you to meet my boys, you know? “ 

Sara

“Cant wait for you to meet my boys. “ He said to her as she thought for a moment “Oh shit. This is really getting serious. “ She thought to herself as she smiled “I would love to meet your boys. Hope their mom wont mind. “ She bit on her lip “Shit, now I did it. “ Thinking to herself as she saw his expression as she then saw him grin as Joshua said “I dont care what their Mom thinks. As far as I’m concerned her opinion no longer concerns me. I just want my boys to meet the woman I’m falling in love with. The woman who is most near and dear to my heart now. “ He said as Sara smiled “I would love that. What are they into? Like games and stuff? Maybe I can get them a gift or something? “ She said to him as Jey replied then “They like the usual stuff Batman, Harry Potter, you know boy stuff. “ They both laughed as Sara said “Theres a Lego store down the street. Maybe I’ll get them something there? “Joshua grinned as he nodded “Hell yeah. “ They went down to the Lego store as she picked out a few Batman and Harry Potter Legos along with the Millennium Falcon as Joshua paid for everything as they walked out. She and Joshua walked out with bags and hand in hand “Thank you for today. I needed that lift. “ She heard him say as he leaned down and kissed her “Let’s get a pizza, babe. It’s on me. “ They smiled walking to dinner. The newest happiest couple on Earth.

Tag-List: @uceyliyahh, @charmed-dreamssss, @levissslutt, @jstarr86, @nayys-world, @moxley99, @southerngirl41, @sharmelasworld, @bossbitch-25, @imsofinished, @mselenalovebug

PSA: If I missed anyone on the tag list just let me know!

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heyyy bunnies! thank you so much for the support for 'lust is a loaded hand gun', i wasn't expecting to get so many comments suggesting a sequel!

and while i don't usually write sequels (mostly for fear of not living up to the first one), i did think there was enough mileage to do a part two!! it won't be posted today (already have the queue ready) or tomorrow (i have fics lined up for the las vegas grand prix), so maybe roughly monday if i can get the edits done!

if you haven't checked it out, i think it's a darn good fic! so please enjoy!

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End of month update - August (+ September 1st)

Hello, all! This is the end-of-month update, where I post Tumblr’s current top four films that have received the highest percentage of “yes,” “no,” and “haven’t even heard of this movie” votes. Sorry this one's a day late!

As of today, the top four films with the highest percentage of “yes” votes are:

Finding Nemo (2003) | Shrek (2001) | Monsters, Inc. (2001) | The Lion King (1994)

Next, the top four films with the highest percentage of “no” votes are:

Fifty Shades of Grey (2015) | Sausage Party (2016) | Pinocchio (2019) | The Human Centipede (First Sequence) (2009)

This top four changed through the new addition of The Human Centipede (First Sequence) (2009), which replaced Sharknado 2: The Second One (2014).

Finally, the top four films with the highest percentage of “haven’t even heard of this movie” votes are:

Faat Kiné (2001) | Now Add Honey (2015) | Like a Cat on a Highway (2017) | The Noah (1975)

This top four changed through the new addition of The Noah (1975), which replaced Dean Spanley (2008).

That’s it for August’s end-of-month update! Remember that you can view last month’s update by clicking here. Additionally, you can view the full ranked Letterboxd lists of movies that have come up on this blog by clicking the following links:

This list is ranked from highest-to-lowest percentage of “yes” votes.

This list is ranked from highest-to-lowest percentage of “no” votes.

This list is ranked from highest-to-lowest percentage of “haven’t even heard of this movie” votes.

Remember to vote on the polls that are currently running: Prisoners (2013) | The Edukators (2004) | King Kong (2005) | The Raven (1963) | Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (1998) | Chungking Express (1994) | A Monkey's Tale (1999) | Inside Llewyn Davis (2013) | Wait Until Dark (1967) | Sound of Noise (2010) | Shoplifters (2018) | Aniara (2018) | Russian Ark (2002) | Samsara (2011) | The Emperor's Wife (2003) | Children of Men (2006) | Sleep Has Her House (2017) | We're Back! A Dinosaur's Story (1993) | The Others (2001) | Chocolate Babies (1996) | Tampopo (1985) | Herbie Fully Loaded (2005) | Beavis and Butt-Head Do America (1996) | Léon Morin, Priest (1961) | The Age of Adaline (2015) | Funeral Parade of Roses (1969) | Zambezia (2012) | Gett: The Trial of Viviane Amsalem (2014) | Mulan (1998) | Lilo & Stitch (2002) | Z (1969) | The Killer (1989) | Martyrs (2008) | Ashes and Diamonds (1958) | Dark Star (1978)

Also, I plan to open the ask box again this week, sometime before the 5th (Thursday)! There will be a post announcing when it’s open, so keep an eye out for that if you’d like to request some movies!

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charles leclerc x reader part6

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enemies to lovers redbull v/s ferrari female driver overprotective max and checo spice maybe??

Chapter 6 - Flames and Unsaid scars

It was race day and the drivers were driving better than ever. Y/N in a particularly daring turn was pushing her car to the limits. The desert sun beat down on Las Vegas, but the heat paled in comparison to the inferno raging on the track. Y/N, a comet of silver and blue, was locked in a fierce duel with George Russell for third place. They touched wheels, a sickening screech ripping through the air, before Y/N's car lurched, spun out of control, and slammed into the barrier.

Flames erupted from the sleek car and the track went silent. Whizzing cars were passing by as the fire grew in size.

Panic erupted in the Red Bull garage. Christian Horner's face drained of color as he hammered the radio button. "Y/N, Y/N, respond! Are you okay?" "IS Y/N OKAY? CHRISTIAN IS SHE OKAY?" Max yelled into his radio. Checo whispered a prayer as he tried to contact his race radio.

Static. A chilling, deafening silence. Max and Checo, still in the race, wrestled with their emotions, their focus torn between the track and the unfolding drama.

In the Ferrari garage, the air hung thick with dread. In his own whizzing car at P2, Charles, his heart pounding like a trapped bird, clutched his radio, his voice trembling with desperation. "Is she okay? IS SHE ALIVE DAMN IT SOMEONE ANSWER ME."

Then, from the fiery wreckage, a miracle. A figure, shrouded in flames, emerged. It was Y/N, her helmet cracked and singed, her racing suit smoldering. But she stood, defiant against the inferno, a phoenix rising from the ashes.

For a moment, the entire race froze. Drivers and mechanics alike gaped in stunned disbelief. Then, a collective gasp broke the silence as Y/N, overwhelmed by the smoke and heat, stumbled and fell. Charles stopped his car with sudden brakes and leaped out.

Medical personnel, already on the scene, swarmed her. Charles, was the first to reach her. He knelt beside her, hands shaking as he checked for injuries.

"Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me?" he pleaded, his voice hoarse with fear.

Y/N, her vision blurry through the cracked visor, met his gaze. Her lips, cracked and dry, formed a weak smile. "Charl…es," she rasped, her voice barely audible. "I'm… okay."

Relief flooded Charles' face, washing away the fear that had gripped him. He gently touched her cheek, his fingers tracing the soot and grime. "Don't you ever do that again," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N, her eyelids fluttering, squeezed his hand. "Promise me… you won't… give up… on me," she whispered, her voice fading.

Charles, tears welling up in his eyes, leaned down and kissed her forehead, a silent vow etched in the desert heat. "Never," he murmured, his voice raw. "Never, Y/N."

As the medics loaded her onto the stretcher, Charles remained beside her, his hand clasped in hers. He watched as she disappeared into the ambulance, a silent promise hanging heavy in the air: he would protect her, no matter the cost.

The race resumed, but it was a hollow victory. The cheers of the crowd seemed muted, the energy drained from the air. For everyone, the image of Y/N emerging from the flames, a phoenix rising from the ashes, would forever be etched in their memories. It was a testament to her resilience, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, hope can flicker, defiant and bright.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the desert sky in fiery hues, Charles knew one thing for sure: this wasn't the end. It was just the beginning. The beginning of a new chapter, a journey forged in fire and tempered by a love as fierce as the flames that had almost consumed Y/N, and as unyielding as the woman herself.

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Eight days post-crash, the air in Monaco crackled with unspoken tensions. Max, ever the fierce protector, had transformed into a mother hen, hovering around Y/N like a guardian angel with a clipboard of rules. Charles, on the other hand, had retreated into a shell of silence, haunted by the echoes of his own past and the near-death experience that mirrored his own childhood trauma. They had not spoken since the hospital, too afraid to recognize their feelings.

Y/N, though physically recovering, bore the invisible scars of the incident. A jagged line, a brutal testament to the fire, stretched across her stomach, hidden beneath layers of clothing. This secret weapon, nestled against her inner strength, was the one thing stopping her from rejoining the grid. For Y/N, her scars weren't just marks of a past battle; they were a potential disqualifier, a threat to her dream.

One sun-drenched afternoon, a pool party at Max's villa served as a fragile truce between the Red Bull and Ferrari camps. Laughter rang out, punctuated by the clinking of ice against glass. But beneath the veneer of merriment, Y/N felt isolated, adrift in a sea of carefree faces.

That's when she crossed paths with Charles. He stood by the pool, his eyes shadowed, a stark contrast to the vibrant world around him. Their gazes met, a silent conversation unfolding in the space between them. It was then, as the sun glinted off the water, that Y/N noticed a flicker of recognition in his eyes, a reflection of the shared trauma that bound them.

With a silent plea, Y/N excused herself and led Charles away from the crowd. They settled under a secluded palm tree, the breeze whispering secrets in their ears. The air buzzed with unspoken fears and a mutual understanding that words couldn't quite capture.

As Y/N hesitantly lifted her shirt, revealing the angry red scar to the light, Charles' breath hitched. He saw not just the burn mark, but a warrior's badge, a symbol of the storm she had weathered. His eyes met hers, filled with a mixture of admiration and pain.

"Don't tell anyone," Y/N pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "Not Max, not Checo, not anyone."

Charles nodded, his heart heavy with empathy. He understood the fear, the desperation to reclaim her life on the track. He, too, bore invisible scars, reminders of a battle fought and won.

He reached for the first-aid kit on the table, his movements gentle, almost reverent. As he applied the cooling ointment, his touch spoke volumes. It was a silent conversation, a language of shared pain and unspoken promises.

"How are you now?" Charles muttered. "Doing alright Charlie boy, you don't have to worry about me" Y/N replied with a weak smile. "Right, I don't have to worry about you when you have a fucking cut across your stomach." He replied, eyes burning with anger and concern.

Y/N's gaze softened as she said "Charles, I just need a few days to recover and if Max or Checo find out, they won't let me practice. I need to win because. I just need to." "I almost lost you cherie. I almost lost you and I don't even know what you are to me. I wont tell Checo or Max anything, but you best believe I'll be around to make sure you dont die again." Charles retorted with a shaky voice.

In that moment, under the dappled shade of the palm tree, their rivalry, their animosity, it all faded away. There was only this, this connection forged in fire, this understanding that transcended words. Y/N, leaning into his touch, found solace in his silent support, a promise of unwavering belief nestled against her wound

And as the shadows stretched long and the sun dipped below the horizon, a new chapter began. It was a chapter written in unspoken fears and quiet promises, a chapter where scars, both visible and invisible, became not reminders of battles lost, but symbols of battles fought together. The storm had passed, leaving behind a fragile trust, a bond forged in the crucible of their shared vulnerability. And on the racetrack of their lives, it was a bond that held the promise of healing, of victory, and ultimately, of love.

[aeolianblues]

“The masterplan was, there was no masterplan. Except to write good songs. Oh yeah, and to be the biggest band in the world. A modest ambition, but it put Oasis on the road to greatness.”

OASIS - THE MASTERPLAN (1998)

Plus some more pics of Oasis albums we have at our stations, sent to us promotionally by Sony Canada on behalf of Creation Records.

Liner notes below the cut:

The masterplan was, there was no masterplan. Except to write good songs. Oh yeah, and to be the biggest band in the world. A modest ambition, but it put Oasis on the road to greatness. "Me mam always used to say, God loves a tryer," Noel Gallagher says. "And I went, 'Why? Has he got a car?' She went, 'No, a tryer-Not a tyre." So the Gallagher boys did try, and if you want proof of how hard they tried then hear these tracks - B-sides, all of them, made by a band who believe a B-side is no excuse not to care. Outside of Britain it hasn't always been easy to hear Oasis B-sides. But in Britain or anywhere else, they sound majestic played back-to-back.

We open heroically with ACQUIESCE which is one of those all-time "shoulda been an A-side" numbers. (Creation Records certainly thought so, and who could blame them?) The song is about friendship in the widest sense and not, as often speculated, about the Gallagher brothers themselves. Noel sings the chorus because, he claims, Liam couldn't reach the high notes. Or he was in the pub. Whatever, it was written on a slow train to Wales and made possible because Noel likes to travel with his guitar. It's no surprise that Acquiesce is present: via the Internet, Oasis fans were asked to vote on this album's choice of tracks.

But the inclusion of UNDERNEATH THE SKY might have been "influenced" by Noel, who cites this as a favourite song. Its happy-wanderer feel was inspired by a pocket-book of travellers' quotes he came across, and the jollity's enhanced by a four-handed piano part courtesy of him and Bonehead (who tackles the tinkly bits, apparently).

TALK TONIGHT is another self-selecting choice, from Noel's acoustic repertoire. Beautifully tender, its thoughtful air derives from a Texas studio session: Noel was back after his brief flounce from the band on a US tour: "Me and Liam had a disagreement, probably about what shoes he was wearing, so I'd fucked off to Las Vegas." It was an Oasis fan in San Francisco who talked him down off the ledge. The same reflective interlude gave us another song, in HALF THE WORLD AWAY (which is Paul Weller's favourite Oasis track). The pressure was already building, though, when Noel began writing (IT'S GOOD TO BE FREE, at the start of those troubled American dates. He finished it in Las Vegas: "Cocaine psychosis," reckoned producer Owen Morris, detecting a Fear And Loathing vibe in that sinister guitar feedback. Accordion expert Bonehead donates the breezy coda, which lends a misleadingly cheerful touch to what was a deeply fraught Oasis session: "Believe me, it was horribe. it wasn't funny at all." The Morse Code segment, by the way, is meaningless so far as anyone knows.

The oldest song here is GOING NOWHERE, written around 1990 before the band was signed ("It's about what we were going to do when we got a shitload of money off Creation"); it was not recorded until after the Be Here Now album, when there was a hankering for something less massive. Noel and drummer Alan White are the only Oasis members involved, with piano, brass and horn players to bring a vaguely Burt Bacharach atmosphere. Noel only wishes he knew another rhyme for "car" and

"Jaguar." Nearly as vintage in its origins, however, was HEADSHRINKER: recorded for Some Might Say in '95, it was written about three years earlier, during the band's punkier phase. It's also one of Liam's greatest vocals, partly because of the freedom from pressure that doing B-sides can offer. Although a load of drug references were binned from the lyric, a manic edge remains to this tale of an early girlfriend Liam could not shake off. It may start out like The Faces' Stay With Me, but Noel says he was thinking of The Rolling Stones at the time. And ROCKIN' CHAIR dates from Noel's days in Manchester, planning to leave his own girlfriend and dreaming of the good life down in London.

FADE AWAY first surfaced on Cigarettes & Alcohol, and was probably elbowed off Definitely Maybe in favour of Slide Away. Since then the chorus alone has guaranteed its popularity with Oasis fans: "The dreams we have as children fade away...

It's about growing up but not growing old," says Noel, echoing a John Lennon belief that you won't get anything unless you've got the vision to imagine it. It's a classic Buzzcocks trick, this, placing a wistful lyric inside the most glorious rush of punk rock energy. That said, it was a relief for Noel to do a track like THE SWAMP SONG, which required no words at all. Alongside Roll With It, The Swamp Song was a warm-up exercise for the Morning Glory sessions; it was also used to set the sound levels at Glastonbury, which is where Alan White's thunderous drumming was taped. Later on, when Paul Weller turned up for Champagne Supernova, he added The Swamp Song's harmonica and duelling guitars: "Very rock'n'roll," chortles Noel, "but we didn't manage to stand back to back once, which I was very upset about!" Its working title "The Jam" was scrapped, tragically.

Contrary to previous credits, I AM THE WALRUS was not recorded at the Glasgow Cathouse, but at a conference of Sony executives, gathered to hear Creation's new signings. Oasis used to play it at gigs in Liverpool, as an act of bravado aimed at the local bands, even The Beatles never did this one live. Technical note: any "looseness" in Noel's guitar playing here is attributed to half a bottle of Sony-financed gin. Speaking of guitars, the soaring LISTEN UP used to boast a solo much longer than the one you hear in this version; Liam had wanted it shorter, so Noel had disagreed on principle ("If you don't argue with Liam he gets upset"). Four years later, Liam has got his way. The poppy STAY YOUNG, meanwhile, was first ear-marked to be "the Digsy's Dinner" of Be Here Now, until Noel wrote Magic Pie and dumped it. Stay Young wound up on D'You Know What I Mean?, and could have been another A-side if its composer had actually liked the song. But he doesn't. (Audiences, who have more sense than songwriters, all love it.)

But we end with a track that Noel Gallagher is definitely proud of. In fact he regards THE MASTERPLAN as his finest piece of work. Even Liam now wishes he'd sung it himself. The writing came easily, inspired in equal measure by a Japanese hotel corridor and a good, relaxing smoke. "I'm the best lyricist in Oasis, is how I like to say it," Noel shrugs. "But to me this sums up your journey through life. All we know is that we don't know." Is it, we might wonder, sung to Liam? ("Please brother let it be") Again the answer is No.

"We're all brothers and sisters," says Noel. And so we are, and so are Oasis whether named

Gallagher, McGuigan, White or indeed Bonehead. They're brothers and they're tryers, all five. They try for themselves and they try for the rest of us. No wonder God loves them.

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - small mention of drug use

y/nn = your nickname in case your confused🩷

Chapter 6

It was after three o’clock the next afternoon when Matt called. “Alan’s on his way to pick you up,” he said. Alan Smith was another of his employees.

When we arrived at Matt’s house, I found him upstairs dressing. As soon as he saw me, he kissed me and asked, “How would you like to go to Las Vegas? We could really have fun and I could show you around my favorite places.” Not understanding his contradiction regarding my staying with the Barrises the night before, and feeling uneasy asking any questions, I answered, “I’d love to. When?”

“Tonight. We’ll load up the bus and head out about midnight, arrive in the morning, sleep all day, and see the shows and party all night.”

Excitement was in the air—Las Vegas. I’d never dreamed of going there and I really didn’t know what to expect. Actually, I really didn’t care where we went as long as I was with him.

I had two immediate concerns. One, I didn’t know if I could afford—or at my age should even wear—the glamorous clothes suitable for Vegas, but Matt said not to worry, Alan would take me shopping that afternoon.

It was a strange experience, shopping with someone I barely knew, particularly a man. He seemed as uncomfortable as I but assured me we would find something. He was familiar with all of the boutiques and took me to Saks Fifth Avenue as well.

As I selected a couple of outfits I worried about my other concern: the promised daily letter to my parents. How would I explain Las Vegas postmarks? I couldn’t. But I could prewrite letters for the time we were gone, number them one through seven, and have Arnold mail them from Los Angeles daily. My problems were solved. On to Las Vegas!

That evening Matt’s front lawn was alive with activity. There seemed to be people everywhere. The huge bus that George Barris had custom-designed for Matt stood in the driveway. The guys streamed in and out of it, loading suitcases, records, a stereo system, and cases of Pepsi-Cola. All the preparations and excitement made it look as if Matt were moving out, but in fact he always traveled this way. He was still uneasy about flying—a fear he later conquered—and felt much more relaxed driving. Because we didn’t know how long we’d stay, Alan and Gene Smith brought along whatever Matt enjoyed, so he would feel as comfortable as if he were at home. I was happy. It was the first time we’d be together without restrictions or curfews.

Just before midnight, they all gathered around the big bus; it was time to say goodbye to any visitors the regulars were leaving behind.

Matt was dressed in a white shirt, black pants, black racing gloves, and his everpresent yachting cap. As we pulled away, he yelled out the window, “We shall return,” and we hit the highway for Las Vegas, Nevada. I didn’t know what I was headed for, but I loved the idea of adventure.

And I felt proud; there was Gene to my right, me in the center, and Matt driving. I learned that Matt always preferred driving at night; it was cooler and there was less traffic. He came alive at night. There was a big difference between the daytime Matt and the nocturnal Matt. When the sun went down another personality took over, and on this particular night he was in great form. On a break between films, away from Colonel William, free of pressures and responsibilities, he could relax and play.

On the way to Vegas we all listened to music, nibbled on snacks, and drank Pepsis. In the front seat, Matt and Gene joked in their own language. Matt would say something and Gene would reply with completely made up words. When conversation lagged, they engaged in surprise attacks, punching each other. If Gene thought he’d landed a good one, he’d take off running toward the back of the bus, aware that Matt could always pull over and chase him.

These antics continued throughout most of the exhausting drive across the desert. I felt out of sync with the private jokes and crazy high jinks. It was quite obvious that the boys picked up on Matt’s every mood. I did not yet fit in.

Las Vegas

We arrived in Las Vegas around seven in the morning. I was tired and falling asleep when Matt called out, “We’re comin’ into Vegas. Look around—all you see is hotels. It’s called Sin City. Isn’t that right, Smiff?” Gene mumbled one of his silly replies and Matt laughed as usual.

The Strip looked quiet. There were a lot of taxis, some cars, and a few tired people strolling along the streets. I noticed it was extremely hot for 7 a.m., especially since it was only June.

We checked into the Sahara Hotel and to my amazement, despite the early hour, people were everywhere. Matt pointed to the casino, noisy with the rhythmic sounds of the slot machines, the sporadic ringing of bells, and an occasional yell from the craps tables.

“Is this normal?” I asked Matt.

“Honey, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. Wait till tonight,” he replied.

That wouldn’t be easy. Despite being tired, I stood fascinated, watching the gamblers clustered at the various tables and the slot machines. Matt took my arm. “Come on, Baby. Let’s go up to the room. There’ll be plenty of time for this later. We better get some rest.”

We followed the bellboy to the suite, and the entourage efficiently began arranging the rooms to Matt’s liking. They unpacked his clothes, placing them neatly in his closet, lining up his shoes by color, and setting out his toiletries in the bathroom. In the living room, they set up his record player and speakers, lowered the lights to create the right atmosphere, and turned on all the television sets.

“Why do you always have the TV on?” I asked Matt.

“It keeps me company,” he said. “When it’s on, I feel like there are people around.”

He despised entering a quiet room, and soon I too adopted the habit of automatically turning on the TV whenever I walked into a room.

An hour later the assistants had the suite looking lived in, with everything in its proper place. Matt said good night to the boys and cautioned them not to wake us too early. He locked the bedroom door and got undressed and into bed. As I climbed in beside him, I noticed that he was taking a number of prescribed sleeping pills, but I didn’t pay much attention to them. I wasn’t knowledgeable enough even to suspect any potential threat.

I lay there blissfully happy: Finally we were able to spend an entire night sleeping together.

Matt was looking at me. “Do you believe this, Baby? After all this time, here you are. Who’d ever have thought we’d pull this off? Let’s not even think about you going back. We’ll have a good time. We’ll think about the other when the time comes.”

His words were starting to slur. His reactions slowed down. He pulled me closer and told me, again and again, “I’m glad you’re here  . . .” And then—silence. I looked over at the bottles of pills near the bed and realized I still had competition.

When I awoke the next afternoon, I looked over at Matt and snuggled against him as closely as I could. He put his arms around me, holding me as he slept. I studied his eyebrows, his long black eyelashes, his perfect nose, and his beautiful, full mouth. After a while I ached from lying in the same position but I didn’t move; it might wake him.

I thought about the pills he had taken earlier. They mystified me but I felt Matt must know what was best for him and I decided to put the matter out of my mind.

He must have sensed that I was staring at him; he suddenly opened his eyes and started to laugh. “What are you doing? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were putting a hex on me.”

“I couldn’t sleep,” I said, embarrassed that he’d caught me studying him. “I guess I’m too excited.”

Sitting up, he said, “Well, Little Girl, the first thing I need is a cup of black coffee. Press number four on the intercom and tell Billy to order us some breakfast. He knows what I like and just tell him what you want. Tell him to have it here in half an hour and to make sure the coffee’s hot.”

Getting out of bed, he flipped on the TV and walked into the bathroom. A moment later he stuck out his head and grinned. “Get dressed, Little One, I want to show you off a little.”

That was all I needed to hear. I jumped out of bed and ran into my bathroom to get ready. As I dressed in a casual summer outfit I could hear music coming from the living room. I cracked open the adjoining door and was surprised to see all the boys up and dressed, with breakfast set up on the dining-room table.

I finished combing my hair and walked out to the living room, where the guys greeted me with friendly smiles and hellos. Matt wasn’t there yet, so no one had begun eating. Everyone was pretty quiet. Although it was after four in the afternoon, it seemed like early morning.

About fifteen minutes later, Matt came into the room, all dressed up in a three-piece suit, and I realized that nothing in my wardrobe was suitable. He walked over to the stereo and put on his latest record, saying he’d just finished a recording session and wanted me to hear the songs. Then we all sat down for breakfast.

It was fun hearing his recordings before they were released to the public. He asked me what I thought of each song, and since I knew what the kids back in Europe were listening to, I felt my comments might be helpful. At least I wanted to believe they were. “I really like the fast-paced ones,” I said, “like ‘Jailhouse Rock.’ Why don’t you record more songs like that? These don’t seem as much like rock and roll as your earlier records.”

Matt shot me a look of such pure disgust that I was petrified. “Goddamn it,” he snapped. “I didn’t ask for your opinion on what style I should sing. I asked if you like the songs, that’s all—yes or no. I get enough amateur opinions as it is. I don’t need another one.” He got up and stalked into the bedroom and slammed the door. Trying to regain my composure, I fought back tears. I was embarrassed and confused. What was wrong with what I’d said? How could that upset him so?

Luckily, the boys had already left the table and were all doing odd jobs or were in another room. I didn’t know if any of them had heard Matt’s tirade, but I didn’t want to face them. I knew Matt had a temper—I had witnessed it in Germany—but never before had he directed it at me.

Slowly I rose from the table, wondering where to go. Matt’s bedroom door was still tightly shut and, although I was sharing his room, I hesitated to go in for fear he’d start yelling. Not knowing what else to do, I sat down next to the albums and started going through them, pretending to look interested. Soon I heard the bedroom door open and saw Matt standing in the doorway. He motioned to me to come over. Reluctantly, I put back the records and walked into the room, fearful of what he was going to say. He closed the door, sat me down on the edge of the bed, and—to my surprise—began to apologize: “I’m sorry, Baby. What happened before really had nothing to do with you. I just finished that recording session and it’s pretty damn good compared to what they usually want me to do for these movies.”

He talked more about his last film, the story line, the songs, the dialogue, all of which he thought were inane. _ I was beginning to understand some of his frustrations and dissatisfaction. I remembered our talks in Germany. Matt had been proud of his film accomplishments before entering the Army. He had talked hopefully about doing movies with more substance and fewer songs.

“y/nn, from now on I plan to keep my singing career and my acting career strictly separate.” He believed he was capable of performing more demanding roles than he was getting, and to prepare himself, he still studied certain actors whom he admired, such as James Dean in Giant and Marlon Brando in On the Waterfront and The Wild One.

“But I keep getting offered the same musicals, same story lines,” he complained, “and they’re getting worse and worse.”

His biggest problem was that these films and their soundtrack albums were always huge hits.

Shaking off his serious mood, he grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, Baby, we’re goin’ shopping.” This was Matt’s way of making up for his outburst, but it took me a little while to get over it. Forcing an enthusiastic smile, I went along. I was beginning to understand how everyone’s mood played off Matt.

Taking Gene and Alan with us, we jumped into a waiting limo and rode around until Matt spotted a boutique where glamorous gowns made of sequins, lace, and frills graced the beautiful mannequins in the window. He called out to the driver, “Let’s stop here.”

Taking my hand, he led me inside, followed by the entire entourage, surely the most unlikely band of characters ever to invade an elegant dress shop. The salesgirl was speechless.

“Hello, ma’am. I’m Matt Sturniolo and we’re just looking around. Maybe you could show us something that might interest my little friend over there.”

They both looked over at me. The look on the clerk’s face told me we were thinking the same thing: These clothes were far too sophisticated for such a young girl. But when Matt saw something he liked, he didn’t think in terms of age. While the saleswoman went to the back to rummage around for whatever she had in sizes six and four, Matt was rifling through the racks, pulling out a number of dazzling creations, asking me which ones I liked.

“They’re all beautiful,” I said. “I just don’t know how I’d look in them.”

“You let me be the judge of that,” he said, winking at Gene, who mumbled one of his made up words. We all dissolved into fits of laughter that brought the shopgirl rushing back with a huge selection of dresses. Matt designated his preferences and said, “Try them on. And pick out any others you like.”

Thrilled, I chose a half-dozen gowns with matching shoes and headed for the dressing room. The salesgirl followed. Away from Matt’s eyes she treated me like a little kid, but I was so enchanted with the clothes that I didn’t care.

As I posed in front of the mirror in a long black jersey gown and a pair of gold highheeled sandals, I hardly recognized myself. I definitely appeared older, very sexy and very sophisticated.

As I stepped out of the dressing room, the salesgirl mumbled, “Not bad for a kid.” Matt took one look and said, “Hot damn, we’ll take it.”

We stayed for over two hours, while Matt bought me not only the black sheath, but also a midnight blue satin, several lovely silks and chiffons, and a beautiful baby-blue brocade gown, all accented by matching capes and bags and shoes.

When we left the shop we found a crowd had gathered. Matt glanced at Alan, who immediately disappeared. Then he gave a number of people his autograph, said goodbye, and Gene quickly led us through the back of the shop and out the door, where Alan was waiting with the car ready to take us to the hotel.

Back at our suite, Matt said, “I’m hungry. Nate, order me a steak, but make sure you tell them well done. What do you want, Honey?”

“Hell, M,” Matt said, “I always tell them well done.”

“Well, tell them again,” Matt shot back. “I’ll be goddamned if it doesn’t always come back half raw.”

To Matt, raw was slightly pink. Everyone specified “burnt” when ordering for him.

Matt turned to Alan and said, “Hog Ears” (he had pet names for all his employees), “make arrangements for Red Skelton’s midnight show, and see if there’s anyone in the hotel who can do y/nn hair and makeup.”

“Hair and makeup?” I said. “What’s wrong with my hair?”

It was long and y/hc, casually combed. But beyond feeling he didn’t like my hair, now I began to think he didn’t like my looks.

“There’s nothing wrong with it, honey. It’s just that this is Las Vegas. Everyone has their hair done. You need to apply more makeup around your eyes. Make them stand out more. They’re too plain naturally. I like a lot of makeup. It defines your features.”

Defines your features? At that time it made a lot of sense—and Matt knew best.

While we waited for dinner, Matt put one of his records on the stereo and sat next to me, singing along with his own voice on the record. In that moment I fell in love all over again. When he sang about lost love or a life lived out in grief and pain, he delivered the lyrics with such conviction that I’d feel the hurt. He’d been a fan of country music since long before it became popular and was always impressed by the raw emotion in those recordings.

After dinner we got ready for the evening. At Matt’s request, Armond, a hairdresser at the hotel, came in and spent nearly two hours creating my new look. He teased and twisted up my hair with one long curl falling in front of my left shoulder. Then he applied my makeup so heavily that you couldn’t tell if my eyes were black, blue, or black and blue. It was that look of the sixties, only more extreme. That was what Matt wanted.

When I put on my brand-new brocade gown, my transformation from an innocent sixteen-year-old to a sophisticated siren was complete. I looked like one of the lead dancers in the Folies-Bergère.

“Goddamn, what happened to Little y/nn,” Matt said when he saw me. “You look beautiful. Nate, come here. Look what I found.”

Nate walked in and did a double take.

“Sure doesn’t look like the same girl we met in Germany, wearing a sailor dress,” Nate said.

Everyone laughed, and we left to see Red Skelton’s midnight show.

We arrived just after the lights went down, and the maître d’, using a flashlight, quickly led us to our table. Matt always tried to arrive unnoticed so he wouldn’t distract attention from the headlining star. But word always spread throughout the audience that he was there and within a few seconds, the whispering would start and heads would turn.

At the end of a show Matt would try to exit just before the house lights went up, but on that night we didn’t make it. The lights came on and suddenly we were surrounded by an enthusiastic crowd of people pushing and shoving, hoping to get an autograph.

Being just under five foot five, I was engulfed in the crush and I began to feel faint. I reached out for Matt as I started to panic and said, “I can’t breathe. I have to get out.”

At first he grinned, then his look turned to concern as he saw my desperation. Still smiling and signing autographs, he said to Alan, “Get y/nn out quick. I’ll be along as soon as I can.”

Alan took one look at me, grabbed my hand, and pushed his way through the crowd, out of the hotel. Once in the fresh air, I regained my composure. From that experience I learned to scout out the exits whenever Matt and I entered a crowded room.

When we came out a few minutes later, like clockwork, the limo was waiting. We jumped in and sped off to the Sahara Hotel for my first adventure in gambling. Matt wasn’t a serious player—it didn’t matter if he won or lost. He played for the fun of it. A cigar jutting impressively from his mouth, a drink in one hand, and his eyes squinting suspiciously at the cards, he gave a flawless impersonation of Clark Gable as Rhett Butler. I sat proudly beside him, his very own Scarlett O’Hara.

I’d never played blackjack before, but after a few hands, Matt thought I had the hang of it. He handed me five hundred dollars and jokingly said, “You’re on your own, kid. What you win is yours, and what you lose  . . . well, we’ll have to discuss that later.”

I smiled and called for the dealer to include me in the game. I looked at my hand, counting on my fingers under the table. Nine plus eight is seventeen, then a five makes  . . .

“Twenty-one!” I shouted. Throwing down my cards, I looked over to Matt for his approval.

“Let’s see,” he said, slowly scooping up the cards. Squinting one eye, he counted them. Then, leaning over to me, he grinned and whispered, “Sorry, Baby. It’s twenty-two.”

I was so embarrassed that I excused myself and took refuge in the ladies’ room. When I gathered up the courage to return, I tried again, and luckily ended up winning two hundred dollars.

For the next two weeks, we slept during the day and played at night. If there was a show, we saw it; if there was a casino, we played it. To help me adapt to this fast-paced life-style and unusual hours I would join Matt and the others in taking amphetamines and sleeping pills. Despite whatever misgivings I had about pills, I took them. In order for me to keep up, they became essential.

I was adapting. My inhibitions were dropping away and I became more assertive, especially after taking the pills. I liked the feeling. Even though it was an escape from reality, we were in sync and to me I was fitting more into his world. We were learning all about each other and using this trip to make up for the two years we had been apart. Both of us were falling more in love—and avoiding any thought of the moment when we’d have to part again.

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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a/n - long long chapter todayyy🎀

[halloworhorecrux]

Warning: slight NSFW and dubious consent at the end.

Where is the waking up married Drarry? Right here my friend

It's been one week of Draco being free of Azkaban. Ron and Neville are on Harry duty.

(You are telling me that Hermione does not have a schedule to make sure Harry does not bother *stalk*Draco Malfoy. Take your filthy lies out here. )

She knew he was flying and watching over that scrawny ferret since his trial.

Harry smells of the North Sea, and his hair has been even more of a disaster. The daily prophet calls him a Casanova because anytime he is seen, he looks disheveled, just shagged barely left the bed disheveled.

So its been a week, and they have been able to keep Harry away from Malfoy. Ron boasted to Hermione he is doing a brilliant job as they enter a bar where Harry is beelining to the white blonde head in the center of the dance floor. Dean Thomas is quick enough to rugby tackle him before he makes contact. Well fuck.

Pansy Parkinson saw the Saviour looking at her friend and did her best to stear him away to go somewhere else, literally anywhere else. Dear, sweet Draco is wasted and horribly clingy, so he tells her to "carry me Pans."

Like what the fuck, he is 6ft tall and yea maybe he weighs like a sack of bones that doesn't mean Pansy can carry him. Ever loyal Goyle decides he will take him . The problem is Goyle looks different ( he doesn't Harry just doesn't care) and so Harry sees a man trying to manhandled Malfoy, and just bulldozes everyone and disapparates with him to Las Vegas.

Draco vomits throughly on Harry's shoes.

The humiliation is enough that Draco decides he will just get Harry wasted too. So they continue their night blasted until they decide to enter a chapel and get married.

Potter I swear to hex and hold you, in sixth year bathrooms and ballroom manors, with a muggle pence and all the galleons in a malfoy vault. Till we fucking die together, i vow to never leave you alone, Potter"

Malfoy I swear to hex and hold you, in forbidden forests and any sea your stranded in, you use to find me every train ride but now it's my turn to find wherever you want to be. ill be there with you. I vow to watch you until we greet death, and even then, I won't let you go"

"Wonderful vows gentleman, with power vested in my by the state of Nevada I now pronounce you husband and husband"

"Merlin, where am I?"

"We are in the America's, and you should probably wake up. We are in loads of trouble, Potter. " Harry speaks his last name with relish and just enough posh that Draco gives himself whiplash, turning towards him

"Potter"

"Ohcome now, it's your name too, may want to use my first name sweeatheart"

"Sweetheart?" Draco's face is gobsmacked and it's glorious.

"Yes, baby?"

"Merlin"

"No its Harry, you screamed it enough last night"

The flush that begins at his chest travels all the way to the tips of Draco's ears.

"I-- I thought that was a dream"

"Dream about marrying me often, Potter?" Harry ask.

" sometimes, sometimes it's of our honeymoon, where you spend hours licking-"

"Yea, well as much I want you to finish that, the MACUSA is outside our door and waiting to charge us for illegally entering the country and some other minor charges"

Dracos eye grow huge, with fear mixed in because he was only recently released from Azkaban.

" No, No, don't fret love. I won't ever allow you to return there or any prison ever again. Do you hear me? I'll kill them before anyone puts a hand on you."

A nod " I trust you, Harry"

His name on Draco's lips is enough for Harry to say fuck it and begin to strip his cloak from his shoulders. Thank merlin Draco is still naked and filled with his cum leaking out.

A better version of this is if this happens before Draco's trial and he doesn't go to Azkaban at all. Whatever floats your boat

[chussyracing]

what has been happening in the world of motorsports?

(2.0 electric boogaloo edition)

Mohammed Ben Sulayem is under internal investigation for pushing officials not to certify Las Vegas gp as safe for racing and also for trying to interfere over Fernando Alonso getting a penalty in Jeddah 2023 race (he got a 10 second post race penalty which promoted... George i think? but later the penalty was overturned and he reclaimed the p3 and got his trophy back the next gp), apparently he also asked Max Verstappen to publicly defend/support/back Christian Horner as a way to calm down the situation where everyone talked about nothing but his workplace bahaviour (I suppose Max refused so that's kudos to him for doing the correct thing)

Aston Martin Vantage Safety Car will debut in Saudi Arabia (and will be back in British green)

there are loads of rumours about Red Bull and Horner currently, some are about him attempting to buy the RBR team, some are about Jos Verstappen being intimate with the same woman that accused Horner of inappropriate workplace behaviour, so he is personally interested in the case, after pictures and videos of Jos Verstappen and Toto Wolff appeared online, new rumours about Max Verstappen potentially going to Mercedes in fear of Red Bull falling appart with Ford looking for a way out of 2026 deal appeared too and Marko and Newey hypothetically following him there, after his comments Jos Verstappen is told not to be attending Saudi Arabia gp which may also be a part of solution they tried to find yesterday in Dubai where Max Verstappen's representatives apparently met with Horner (side note: this is another plea not to share any details about the victim which goes both for her pictures and her name, please don't make it harder as it undeniably already is)

Heikki Kovalainen has been forbidden from rally driving by his doctor in fear of his medical condition getting worse with the sport

Alpine announced new workers (after they fired basically everyone and the rest left on their own): Joe Burnell as engineering technical director, David Wheater as technical director of aero, and Ciaron Pilbeam as performance technical director

Mohammed Ben Sulayem spent some time in Turkey this week to talk to the president about a potential return of Turkish gp (probably as a part of a new rotation programme I mentioned in previous round up)

Abbi Pulling will be racing in British F4 Championship besides F1 Academy this year

Gerhard Berger's long lost Ferrari car was returned to him after police located it late last year

last week's Bahrain GP was the first time in history where all 20 cars finished the opening race of the season (speaking of Bahrain, Charles, Lewis and George were losing around 5/6 tenths per lap due to their car issues, Carlos, Logan and Alex also experienced smaller gap in pace because of their issues)

Williams announced their fanzone locations for 2024 season (Australia, Japan, Miami, Canada, Spain, Great Britain, Singapore, Austin, Las Vegas)

Spanish king Juan Carlos was at Bahrain GP and before you ask yourself, yes he took a picture with Carlos Sainz sr and Carlos Sainz jr (also fun fact he was involved in money-laundering case with Saudi Arabia but Swiss prosecutor had to drop the case due to lack of evidence)

Saudi Arabia showed plans for Qiddiya track to host gp from 2027 onwards designed by Tilke which features a turn 20 stories above ground level which could replace Jeddah in the future (did they heard us complaining about jeddah being dangerous and decided to make it even more dangerous?)

Red Bull Racing scored a record breaking new multiple-year partnership deal with Castore worth about 200m dollars

Otmar Szafnauer teamed up with Soft Pauer to make an app which is meant to help F1 teams with travel plans and Hitech is already a client of his while he claims Alpine also downloaded it

Pato O'Ward agreen on multi-year IndyCar contract extension with McLaren

From fan's point of view:

please be prepared for pr wars this year at multiple places: between Yuki and Daniel (recently due to highly controversial team order call), Charles and Carlos (recently due to false media narrative about car issues), Lewis and George (recently about effectivity of different race set ups)

we have press conference for tomorrow made up by: Lance, Charles, Nico, George, Yuki and Val (we also have one for team principals made of Bruno Famin from Alpine, Mike Krack from Aston Martin, Christian Horner from Red Bull Racing and James Vowles from Williams)

C2 challenges are back for this year with first of their quickfire challenges being already posted

little rant about the "F1 pundits" not checking their sources, because you might have seen the discourse but not get the background: Lawrence Baretto posted his usual section "Losers and Winners" of Bahrain gp and posted Charles in the section category (which would be correct considering he lost out on P2 because of brake issues), but he clearly went off with what Carlos said in the media and claimed that both drivers had the same issues - a fact that Charles, Xavi, and Fred himself disputed

more drivers did photo dumps: Alex, Yuki, Carlos

some drivers were modelling, particularly Charles, Carlos and Daniel

Max Verstappen made some championship predictions (Verstappen, Hamilton, Leclerc) and there has been a lot of talk about him not mentioning Perez so just a PSA

reminder that this week the gp is on Saturday because of Ramadan and besides F1, you can also look forward to F2, F1 Academy and Indycar races

[chiimeramanticore]

any thoughts/headcanons/ideas/takes you feel compelled to share on a whim? about anything in particular?

this is an older ask thats been sitting in my inbox but i wanna use it as my opportunity to talk about benny while im still fnvposting bc BOY do i have thoughts about benny and BOY do i have a story for you guys

so as i briefly mentioned before, i had decided to do the yes man route before i even played the game bc i just wanted to play for him at first lol. i didnt know how closely tied yes man was to benny before meeting him- my main 2 goals were "get that bastard who shot me" and "find my robot boyfriend" lmao

when i got to the strip and confronted benny, he convinced me to go up to the presidential suite and told me he'd meet me there- ofc this was a trap, but with a good speech check (like i said, a good speech check makes for some of my favorite moments in the game) i managed to convince him to let me go . i dont even remember what i said (i think it was something like "if you let me go i won't follow you") but i remember he was like ".....i cant believe im actually letting you live" and in that moment i was like Ohh im in this fuckers head now

since then ive been imagining this semi-homoerotic rivalry between us, a la tom and jerry or cooper and propeller knight lmao. he skipped town immediately made a run for the fort (obviously. him letting me live didnt mean he was done trying to take over vegas) and i ran after him bc. well i needed that chip too lmao . when i got to the fort i found him captured by the legion, and i finally had the opportunity to talk to him at length.

after learning his backstory and motivations, i realized, i dont actually hate benny nearly as much as i thought i did? like he's an asshole for sure, and he will always be the guy who shot me in the head lol but like, he wasnt like... evil yknow. i realized i saw a lot of myself in him- he's just one guy who took a look at the world and realized he didnt like any of it, and wanted to change it... but he's also only one guy. it felt like we started out in the same position, and he lost his way at some point. he kinda epitomized my own (in-character) fear that whatever i did with new vegas after taking over wouldn't be the right decisions to make. and god i felt bad for him

so i tried to let him go. twice lol . i went out of my way to find a stealth boy for him like he asked, but he was a stupid asshole and activated it immediately when i gave it to him and then we both died dfkghk so i did the bunker mission and went back to caesar and he was like "ok you can choose how benny dies" and i asked if he could be let go and he was like "haha youre funny. choose something or we're crucifying him" and i was like Okay Okay Sorry

if im being completely honest i felt bad for benny like this. i'd usurped his plans embarrassingly easily, and now he's tied up and on death row because of it. we'd had our exchanges in who had the upper hand, but i didnt wanna just kill him like this, it didn't feel fair. so i told him to fight me in the arena, and he was like. amused by the idea? and we got our stupid machetes from the legion and fought and it was clumsy and messy bc im not good with melee and he's just an npc but there was something kinda perfect and human about it

and then i got the final blow on him. and my game froze. it froze so bad i had to force shut down my pc . the next day i turned it on and guess whose copy of fnv was completely busted! like loading any save or starting a new game would immediately crash the game kind of busted. and then i went to open yes man and SOMEHOW his data was entirely wiped . and i was CRUSHED because that's!!! that's the reason i started playing fnv to begin with!! i put a month of play time into him!! i'd maxed out my relationship with him!! i didnt know if i could even get that progress back!! but i had to go to work and i couldnt stick around to find out!

so i spent ALL day on friday anxious and sad and worried i wouldnt be able to fix things. it took me all weekend but i did eventually get everything fixed (extra special thank u to yes man's dev for helping me w him). but i swear to god i was convinced this was all somehow benny's doing. the game had frozen on a frame of benny mid-machete chest stab, and it was the last thing i saw before all of this happened. after our extended cat and mouse game, after all this back and forth, it felt like he was fucking me over one last time from beyond the grave and beyond even the limitations of the game. i took his life, he took my yes man. like seriously yes man was literally the only other program that was affected by the crash, it FELT targeted lmao

when i got the game working again, i had to replay the sequence where i killed benny and it didnt crash when i killed him this time. actually seeing him fall to the ground dead was oddly both cathartic and painful. i took his belongings (which felt kinda disrespectful but im sure he'd have wanted me to lol) and i left the fort wearing his suit. i gave yes man his gun (maria, which i love that he named, the loser)

i dont think benny was Right (though i dont think anyone in this game is meant to be entirely Right lol) but i also think he had the right idea going in. he's equal parts inspiring and a cautionary tale and i hate him just as much as i love him. he might be my favorite character in this game. i'll miss you, you asshole

[thegeneralreturns]

I think what appeals to me most about the Borderlands games as a single-player experience is that there's this grand, inscrutable, Kubrickian backstory, while the front story is loaded with cretins, misfits, and jagoffs.

You know how there's this fan theory that Adventure Time is set in the far future of the Fallout franchise? Well Borderlands is like if five thousand years after Prometheus, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas happened.

[thoughtsaboutautism]

The closest I've come to my heart exploding or the day I met Katy Perry

I met Katy Perry on the 1st of November 2023, but my story with her starts much earlier.

I was about 11 years old when my mom taught me how to use the computer to listen to the songs I liked. Our home wifi was so bad at the time that I had to wait forever for the videos to load on youtube and it made me extremely frustrated whenever I wanted to listen to Part of Me on repeat. So I was given a Teenage Dream CD (without the cover as my parents deemed it inappropriate for my age) and I could listen to it in my mom's office.

I'm a late bloomer, I have always been a little behind my peers: while the girls in my class were going to Justin Bieber's concert, it took me a long time to understand who Katy Perry was, what being a pop star meant and that she was the one singing the songs I liked. And when I did, I begged my parents to take me to see her – and they did, but it went all wrong.

I was 14 years old when Prismatic World Tour came to my city. I went with my mom, my dad and my cousin. But we all had to drive home early. Despite my efforts, despite sensory integration therapy, it was too much for me to handle. The lights, the sounds and the most important thing of it all: seeing Katy Perry live for the first time. Oh, I was finally seeing her, in real life! How could I manage the feeling of seeing her sing my favorite songs right in front of me? The songs that helped me, the songs that gave me hope and that helped me deal with the loneliness and bullying that came with my autism diagnosis?

I bawled to a point where I could not breathe anymore and we had to drive home. Then I laid in bed for a week feeling like a failure, feeling like a freak, feeling like I was everything I was called: weird, retarded, slow and so many other things. I was devastated.

But I never let myself give up. Katy made me feel everything: she taught me how to love someone I didn't know, she taught me hope for a future where I'd be able to do the tasks I had difficulty with, hope for a future where my dreams would come true, where I'd be able to go to college, go to a concert. She taught me how to express my feelings through music, she helped me understand myself through her music.

So, three years later, in 2018, there was I again, for Witness The Tour. And I cried again. And I cried, and cried a bit more. Because for the first time I felt like I had accomplished something I worked really hard for. And I listened to every word she spoke and it touched my heart. And during the hardest time of my life, when I was being bullied, when I was struggling with inclusion at school, when I was struggling to accept myself and all I wanted was to be normal, I heard the words she sang, I heard "acceptance is the key to be truly free". And it touched my heart and gave me hope for a better future where things would improve, where I'd find love and acceptance.

And that future came, it came on the 1st of November 2023, when I hugged Katy. I had never felt so much love and acceptance before. So many times, when people meet me and realize I'm different, they treat me differently, they look at me differently. When I move my arms around, when I struggle to make eye contact, when my body isn't sure of the space around it, people walk away. When the words fail to come out of my mouth, people look away. But Katy didn't. She looked at me right in the eyes. In that moment I felt loved like I had never felt before, I felt like I was finally whole, like the love I was searching for was finally found. I was complete.

I remember her security guard looking at me before my turn, I remember him telling me to step forward and I remember looking at her right in the eyes and she turns to me and we look at each other for the first time. Dear G-d, in that moment, I knew everything was worth it. The 20-hour trip from Brazil to Las Vegas, the fear I was feeling when my mom had to leave me alone so I could go into the M&G area. Everything I had gone through, every single moment I thought that I wasn't supposed to be here but still got through the night, everything was worth it for that moment.

Katy saved me. She taught me hope and love, she taught me that I am worth it and that I am supposed to be here, like everyone else, that acceptance is the key to be truly free. She helps me accept and love myself everyday. Thank you G-d, for giving me this amazing opportunity of meeting someone who means so much to me. And thank you Katy, for being a light in the darkest moments of my life and for teaching me that I am a firework. I love you so much.

[linusjf]

Hunter S Thompson: Heinous chemicals

“Every now and then, when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas … with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.” —Hunter S. Thompson, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas.

[gaterunner]

The Seven Families

In the chaos of Gatefall, governments across the world faltered—some waning under the weight of catastrophe, others collapsing entirely. In the void left behind, Runner Guilds emerged as the de facto rulers of countless cities and regions, their strength and adaptability making them the only force capable of pushing back against the encroaching horrors. Yet, power is not so easily surrendered. Where some guilds relinquished control once stability was restored, others clung to their dominion, shaping new societies in their image.

Las Vegas was no exception. In the lawless inferno of its downfall, seven guilds rose to prominence, each as ruthless as the next. They crushed rivals, claimed resources, and ensured that the city would not fall—at least, not to the monsters. In time, these guilds became known as The Seven Families, a name steeped in both reverence and fear. Whether the title is a deliberate homage to the old-world Mafiosos who built Vegas or a sign of direct lineage to those very families remains a subject of speculation.

What is undeniable, however, is that Las Vegas did not return to the hands of the nation it once belonged to. Unlike other cities, where order and hierarchy were gradually reinstated, Vegas became something else entirely—an independent stronghold where the Families rule with absolute authority. A place where power is currency, where ambition is the only law, and where Runners flock in search of fortune or death.

Neon Syndicate – "The House Always Wins"

Leader(s): Vincent "Lucky" Moreau & Madame Lyra Operating under the perpetual glow of neon lights, the Neon Syndicate controls Vegas’s hidden gambling dens and shadowy backrooms, where the dice roll in their favor, and the house always wins. Vincent “Lucky” Moreau, a former casino mogul turned underworld kingpin, runs the operation with a silver tongue and a loaded deck. His right hand, the enigmatic Madame Lyra, ensures debts are paid—one way or another. Beneath the charm and dazzling city lights, the Syndicate’s influence is built on blackmail, assassinations, and a network of informants stretching from high-rollers to street hustlers.

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Gilded Serpents – "Fortune Favors the Cunning"

Leader: Dante "Silk" Vasquez Known for their cunning and intricate webs of influence, the Gilded Serpents blend old-world mafia traditions with ruthless modern tactics. Dante "Silk" Vasquez, a former cartel prince turned Vegas power broker, rules with a mix of honeyed words and an iron grip. The Serpents slither through high society, making deals that entangle politicians, corporations, and rival factions alike. Every handshake carries a hidden dagger, and every debt comes due—often with interest paid in blood.

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Chrome Vipers – "No Mercy. No Weakness."

Leader: Overseer Mace Brutal, efficient, and technologically adept, the Chrome Vipers are a cyber-enhanced paramilitary gang that dominates Vegas’s black-market arms trade. Overseer Mace, an ex-special forces operative, commands his soldiers with machine-like discipline, valuing results over morality. Cybernetic augmentations, AI-assisted strategy, and drone warfare give the Vipers their edge, and they crush opposition with the same ruthless efficiency as an algorithm eliminating variables. If you’re in their sights, your best bet is to disappear before the trigger is pulled.

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Iron Fist Collective – "Strength is Law"

Leader: "Warden" Graves The Iron Fist Collective rules its territory with unyielding force and an unshakable sense of order. Warden Graves, a former military enforcer turned ganglord, sees Vegas as a battlefield where only the strong deserve to thrive. Discipline, loyalty, and martial prowess are the cornerstones of his rule, and those who challenge his dominion find themselves broken beneath his boot. To the Collective, chaos is weakness, and only those willing to fight for their place deserve to keep it.

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Vermilion Order – "By Blood and By Fire"

Leader: Cardinal Reeve & Sister Mercy Shrouded in ritual and secrecy, the Vermilion Order is a fanatical faction that believes in divine justice and the purging of corruption. Cardinal Reeve, a former preacher with a ruthless vision, delivers judgment with scripture in one hand and a blade in the other. At his side is Sister Mercy, a silent executioner whose presence alone is enough to make sinners beg for absolution. Their operations are marked by intricate ceremonies, blood oaths, and a chilling efficiency that leaves their enemies whispering in fear. When the Order sets its sights on someone, not even death is a refuge.

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Golden Runners – "The City’s Ours for the Taking"

Leader: Elias SterlingFor the Golden Runners, life is a high-stakes game where only the boldest players take the pot. Adrenaline junkies, daredevils, and reckless opportunists, they thrive on risk, chasing gold, fame, and the next big score. Elias Sterling, a smooth-talking gambler with nerves of steel, leads the charge, always betting big and somehow coming out ahead—until the day he doesn't. The Runners don’t just survive in Vegas; they revel in its chaos, turning every mission into a gamble, every fight into a spectacle. Whether racing through the Strip in stolen cars, pulling off impossible heists, or throwing themselves into danger for the sheer thrill of it, the Golden Runners live fast, play hard, and never, ever fold.

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Desert Phantoms – "You Can't Kill a Ghost"

Leader: "Dustborn" Cass & Reaper Janus Haunting the fringes of Vegas like wraiths in the sand, the Desert Phantoms strike from the shadows and disappear without a trace. Dustborn Cass, a former ranger who knows the wasteland better than his own heartbeat, leads the Phantoms with an almost supernatural instinct. His partner, Reaper Janus, is the whisper of death on the wind—a sniper whose shots never miss. Whether running black ops, smuggling through the ruins, or striking down the Syndicates, the Phantoms remain an enigma. You might see them once—but never twice.

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[alfredlbrock]

Now we no longer look into the skies

Into our empty wallets instead

Into empty eyes of Oligarchs

Who march upon the world

In sad disgrace they push down the weak

Thinking they are unobserved

They carry on in wanton glee

Their self made tragedy

The nightmare unfolds in streets and towns

They think that no is around

Some stories trickle out into the night

Most of their wickedness kept from light

Mother crushed down on her knees

Sits with her sad company

Children she birthed and raised to be

Good people like you and me

Dreams are dashed by helmeted crash

Doors come down, windows broken glass

Lights turning slow and bright

Red, blue, yellow, ignite the night

Temperatures, cold, cool and hot

Sorrow for family has soon been bought

Father, gone, pulled from the strand

Seniors loaded up in a van

Who recalls the weather of nights

Filled with sacrificial rites?

One time, one time they said

For all yours heaped on one head

Laughter punctuates the night

No matter now

This one is dead

Tucson, El Paso, Dallas and Houston

Invited the people and all of the motion

Las Vegas, Los Angeles, Wilmington and Raleigh

Take what they will from those who stay

Sanctuary cities, scattered about

Words come up with some clear shout

Crushed down by warnings from the men

Willing to kill men, women and children

How will it end we cannot say

It came with swift ferocity

From out of the mouths of lonely people

Who annoyed our laws and scorn the steeple

Winds now rush

Rich come and push

To get the glittering gold

Poor workers they craft to crush

God's word has fallen upon deaf ears

Carrion crows laugh at the Holy one's tears

Vulture alight upon the road

Swift to move now without any fears

Nights once quiet and sweet

Now polluted by marching feet

Seeking out now the easiest prey

Be sure to know they'll come for you one day

[darkmaga-returns]

Armed Man Arrested Near Trump Rally. US sending THAAD system to Israel. NATO threatens to destroy Russia. Chechen leader Declares Blood Feud. Two MORE tropical storms racing towards the US

Lioness of Judah Ministry

Oct 14, 2024

Man Arrested With Firearms Near Trump Rally in Feared 3rd Assassination Attempt

Authorities detained a Las Vegas resident on Saturday during a checkpoint near a rally held by former President Donald Trump in California’s Coachella Valley.

The individual, identified as 49-year-old Vem Miller, stands accused of possessing a loaded firearm, a shotgun, and a high-capacity magazine. Deputies stopped Miller in a black SUV at Avenue 52 and Celebration Drive, according to law enforcement sources. The Riverside County Sheriff’s Department reported that the arrest was conducted without any issues. Miller was subsequently processed at the John J. Benoit Detention Center. Charges against him include possession of a loaded firearm and possession of a high-capacity magazine. It is unclear at the time of publication if Miller was part of a third assassination plot against Trump, with plenty of speculation on social media.

Man Arrested Outside Trump Coachella Event Spotted at RNC Convention Next to Don Jr. (VIDEO)

A 49-year-old man named Vem Miller was arrested by Riverside law enforcement at a checkpoint about a mile outside of Trump’s Coachella, California event on Saturday.

Miller was taken into custody on two misdemeanor charges after he was found to be illegally in possession of two firearms and a high-capacity magazine. He was released $5,000 bail. Vem Miller was also allegedly in possession of fake VIP passes and press passes for Trump’s rally.

Trump Campaign Requests Military Aircraft With Antimissile Capabilities Amid Iran Threat

military aircraft, vehicles, & assets with deterrent systems…

Donald Trump has survived two assassination attempts within a very short period of time, but now with less than a month to go till the November election, his campaign is reportedly requesting the use of military aircraft and vehicles to protect him. Sources who spoke to the New York Times and Washington Post in Friday stories indicate the former president has requested much greater protections that US Secret Service agents currently provide him. There are also new reports saying he's unlikely to play golf again until new expanded protocols are in place, as the Secret Service would have trouble protecting him on a golf course.