#180 pr

[resetmypatientviolence]

Watch me front squat a new PR of 180 with my ass to the grass. 🫡

[livetogether--diealone]

What do you think of charlos?

Get it away from me, i don't ever want to engage with it

[frogbi]

okokok going to power through and make up the 4 hours i missed today

[feybeasts]

The thing that kills me is- history has shown us time and time and time again that people in positions of power who fuck up immensely like this then try to cover up, use half-truths and outright lies, and try to keep a lid on a growing scandal never

never

come out of it on top. Chernobyl, Watergate, the BP spill, these are more extreme examples, but even in the realms of social media, the likes of James Somerton show us that when one is caught in the act of doing something wrong- as our dear CEO has now- doubling down, justifying a shoddy decision based on the flimsiest pretext, no matter the scale of the original failing or crime, always makes it worse.

“the cover-up is worse than the crime” is a tired old phrase, but it bears water in every case I’ve ever studied as a history buff. The only way to save face is to turn 180, apologize honestly and profusely, and learn a lesson, take your well-deserved licks for what boils down to your failure.

Because here’s the thing. The more you dig in, the deeper you dig the hole you’re putting yourself in, and no matter the scale of the initial mistake, it gets harder and harder to climb out of that hole until you can only find solace and support in the crazies who nobody gives credence to as a matter of course, as so many techbros who think themselves gods of tolerance have, or it explodes in your face (figuratively, of course. Don’t call the FBI, that’s called a “comical exaggeration,” take note.)

It’s PR 101. Don’t argue out your fuck-up, show some goddamn humility before your actions humble you in a way that is many times more devastating to your reputation and bottom line.

[ohnoitstbskyen]

Yes, I've seen this, and yes, it's a fucking clownshoes travesty. Riot CEO Dylan Jadeja and Marc Merrill can both eat a big fat sack of shit, the executive class at that company is staffed by incompetent vultures who will throw five hundred people's lives into turmoil because interest rates aren't zero anymore, but who will never so much as shave the five o' clock shadow on their own compensation packages.

If they gave a single solitary shit about sustainability, they would have built a company that can operate when the interest rates are Anything Other Than Zero. They didn't do that because they don't actually care about that, and these layoffs are ENTIRELY about appeasing shareholders and meeting quarterly growth targets, no matter how pathetically Jadeja may protest that He Would Never.

Legends of Runeterra struggled because Riot catastrophically mismanaged it, as evidenced by the DOUBLE 180 degree turn they've now done on Path of Champions as a product. Riot Forge is getting shut down so Riot Games Inc. can go jerk off Saudi Arabia with PR laundering esports events and gag on MBS' veiny, shriveled faucet of oil money, I remember when the LCS tried to get away with promoting NEOM.

Since I cannot repeat it enough: eat shit, Riot CEO Dylan Jadeja, and also Marc Merrill, you incompetent fucking vultures.

[anzulvr]

What do you think Karma would be like with a calm/chill reader who's easygoing and effortlessly charming personality sometimes turns completely 180 when they feel strong emotions? Like they can go from sweetly comforting Nagisa to yelling oddly detailed threats at Terasaka while chasing him with a metal bottle for eating her food. (Maybe mix in some passive aggressive sarcastic sass when Korosensei's being annoying?)

Karma x Chill(..but actually really passive aggressive) reader 🤗🤗 Ty for the request!! (Sorry took long)

— You don’t argue often and you are also very good at listening to everyones perspective and ideas even if they’re different from you. People view you as very understanding so seeing you actually getting into a heated fight it’s surprising at first.

— Karma is so surprised when he sees you angry for the first time like he didn’t know you had it in you to say the things you did.

— He TRIES to get you pissed off just to see you react, since you know he’s kidding and dating him gives you a soft spot for him it’s basically just him failing to annoy you.

— This one time Karma scribbled over your paper to bother you and all you did was frown for a second and erase / re do anything he messed up. (He felt bad and helped you when he realized you weren’t going to fight 😭)

— then in a group project with Yoshida (also Isogai and Rinka) Yoshida scribbled a little bit on your notes (not nearly as much damage as Karma made) but it pissed you off so badly you grabbed a marker and started scribbling on his face

“I’ve been working on those notes for days you actual dumbass”

“Hey- I’m sorry!! I’ll rewrite them— get off me your using permanent marker it’ll be hard to take off!!”

“GOOD.”

— “Damn [name] that mad?” When you hear Karma mention how you reacted you stop so fast

“I wasn’t actually mad. We we’re just playing right Yoshida?”

Only out of fear he agrees “Right..”

— You’re tolerance for everything is way higher for Karma because you like him too much to get mad, that doesn’t mean you never get mad at him it just takes a little more to.

— Some of the things you respond with are shady in the way people expect Karma and it’s just so confusing cause it feels so out of character for you.

— but it’s definitely one of the things Karma likes the most about you because 1. It’s funny 2. Hes glad to see you stand up for yourself once in a while because he’s usually the one telling people off for you.

— passive aggressiveness would come whenever Korosensei or really E class is too pushy about certain topics.

For example before Karma confessed to you theyd push you to do it first and come up with crazy plans to make things happen.

— they full on locked you in a room together and instead of waiting it out you found a way to break the doorknob (together #romanceisreal)

Angry you and happy Karma is a mix end class fears because he’ll be constantly hyping it up😭

Like you’ll be be hitting Terasaka with a notebook because he said something stupid and Karma will go:

“[Name] wait— Use this one it’s way thicker!!”

(took inspo for ur original request lollol)

Karma will support anything you try and honestly rile you up more to see what you do

Angry you and Angry Karma is definitely the worst mix of all

hell on earth

! but it hardly happens since you usually reel each other in

Just tell him to chill tf out😭

Having strong emotions isn’t all bad, you’re empathetic, kind and care for everyone in class— even Terasaka no matter how much of a pain he can be.

mom friend-ish?? (Awe yeah Mom friend definitely)

They don’t actually mind it and are grateful for the times you stand up for them bc they know you love them

Especially Karma even though you’re prone to getting into arguments like all couples do it’ll work out fine because you both care to much about eachother.

If you’re the type to remind people you love them after arguing it’s another thing he loves about you, since he himself has trouble saying he’s wrong first it’s helped him swallow his pride and apologize faster.

(Literally so cute my fave relationship dynamic)

[thebearer]

i’m beginning my ovulation week, i can already tell, and i’m actually a bundle of horny hormones.

i need a break from talking about the kids just for a second bc i just need completely filthy thoughts at this moment so please send them in.

i’ll start with the two i’ve been having:

one, the idea of lip helping you study is making my brain short circuit. especially just mean daddy dom lip bc I just need that version of him rn, and he’s quizzing you bc you’re supposed to know the answers. makes it into a game where if you get it right, he goes down on you. if you get it wrong, he spanks you. pretty rewarding if you know your stuff and you said you did.

you’re bent over the desk, lip sitting on the chair behind you.

“what’s the hawthorne effect?” (don’t look at me i’m a pr major ok?)

“the, uh, the one with the…” your mind is spacey from your six right answer streak. “the one where it’s the research is collected by people who are biased.”

lip sucks his teeth dramatically. “that’s wrong, baby.”

you whine, starting to turn but his hand on your lower back stops you, smoothing down to your ass teasingly. “the hawthorne effect,” smack! “is when participants,” smack! smack! “modify their behavior,” smack!

you’re squirming, fists clenched and bouncing from foot to foot. they’re punishing but not nearly as hard as when you’re really in trouble.

“now,” lip hums, a hand smoothing over your buzzing skin of your ass. “say it back t’me.”

two:

shy!reader and carmen have consumed my brain (we’re doing a 180 from lip lol) and the thought of her riding him for the first time came to me and hasn’t left my brain.

like you’ve hooked up with carmen a few times, it’s great- really great- but he’s still a little nervous and so are you. it’s been strictly missionary, edge of the bed, legs wrapped around his hips. and it’s nice, it is.

but one night, you’re feeling a little bold- a little needy. carmen has you on your back, fucking you slow and sweet, and you just want to feel more. you want to feel him completely. so you flip the two of you over so you’re on top.

carmen is so sure he’s gonna bust the second your hands are on his chest, holding them there for balance while she sink down on his length. it feels different- it feels good.

you’re fully sitting on his cock, sorta just rocking back and forth, grinding down on his wiry bush bc the friction feels so good.

carmen is just sweat licked, red faced and mind blown. “fuck, you gotta- oh, shit, baby- can’t do that t’me. cant squeeze like tha-at.” carmen shudders, trying to bounce your hips to get you living. he was so close already.

you rolled your hips, not bouncing and barely moving, head thrown back and crying out in pleasure. “it feels good like this carmy. you feel good like this.” and he busts after that. the praise is too much, he can’t help it.

[goldsbitch]

Just don't talk--

-and come over. p3 to Just don't talk

summary: Enemies to lovers on steroids. Lando can't stand Y/N, the first female driver in F1. He also can't stand not having her with her clothes on.

warnings: minors do not interact, cursing, a bit of smau...just generally don't take this one too seriously

The following week marked a u-turn in the media strategy of McLaren and Aston Martin. Another set of meetings, very quick as nobody wanted to open a can of worms or cause even more talk on the topic of Y/N and Lando. They studied the material shot for the F1 - and the consensus was to stop the Lando x Y/N part being released out as it gave off strange vibes. It was a mix of pure lack of chemistry and then a sudden spike of sexual tension and a 180 shift. In all fairness it was a bit uncomfortable to watch for the media teams, who had to analyse people they were in direct daily contact.

No unnecessary contact. No joined interviews. Keeping them as apart as possible. Gone were the days where teams would use the sexual tension as a selling point. Times have changed, this would fly really well in 2010's, but now anything of this sorts for a nightmare for PR. Y/N would be undermined. Lando put in a fuck boy category. It wasn't like anyone saw anything happen. None of the people initiating these meetings had even slightest idea that their worst nightmares were only a light version of the truth. If there was ever an elephant in a room, it was this time. Nobody dared to speak their mind. The whisper challenge video came out without the two. Having it cut and deleted from all hard drives was an order and nobody was to speak of it again.

Social media had been strangely quiet, focusing on race related topics. That was until Lando wore a short sleeve, his healing bite mark seeing the light of day and on display for thousands of eyes. How was one suppose to wear long shirts in hot ass countries they were constantly traveling to? Personally, he thought it was cool and there was even a point where he debated having it tattooed - owning the shit out of and taking the power away from Y/N. Max, his best friend, stopped him. But the thought still lingered back in his mind. It had been a little too long since their last night session. Jerking off was fine, but never good enough. The bite mark caused quite the stir among his fans, but he honestly gave little to no shit about that. He was not going to contact her first though. The last thing he would do is to simp up to her. So when there was a hot model present at one their random club night outs, he did not think twice. It was a little too easy for his liking, but he needed to blow some steam. He could have been discreet, he really could. But why? There was a part of him that was excited to see how this would resonate with Y/N. The violent make out outside the club really was not necessary. Especially when Lando knew that there was a photographer sitting nearby patiently, about to make a living out of a Lando's whim.

When Lando scrolled instagram the next morning, he has a little too proud smile on his face. He would never admit it out loud, not even to himself, that Y/N was on his mind when he fucked the brunette. Mediocre night at best. What worried him a bit was that bad sex was something he almost forgot existed. Of course that Y/N saw it. It was one of the first things that popped up on her phone that morning. It did not bother her. Not even closely. She just had a good energy streak, that was her reply to her trainer when she nearly broke the rowing machine at the gym. She uninstalled instagram later in the afternoon, trying to get the instagram girl's face out of her memory.

There was no way she'd be the one texting him for a late night hook up now. Maybe it was for the better in the end. Focusing on racing only now and even potentially beating him on the track. Night got a little too lonely without the option to have him over, on her and under her. She tried baking, reading, got really into chemistry related youtube videos, yet drinking and working out seemed to be the only thing to really work.

Two long weeks passed until she finally received a text. She ignored that her heart skipped a beat when she saw his name on her phone screen.

"Bro. What are we going to do now?"

She rolled her eyes. What a lame ass opening. No point in playing the waiting game, so she replied immediately. She could care less.

"Aw, got bored and miss some quality fucking?" She second guessed the text right after sending. Was that too desperate? She thew the phone away for few minutes. One late night unnecessary coffee later, she picked it right back up.

"No, you little shit. You not on socials or what?"

A screenshot followed.

There were PR nightmares and there was this kind of disaster. Instagram and Tik Tok got installed back immediately. She watched some cuts and edits from their video, low quality snips that were not giving any full image. Comment after comment, the creativity not being of concern to anyone. All of the same note. Is there more to their obvious dislike of each other? There were only few who were concern by why did most of the leak footage give such a hostile vibe. Lando's eye fucking was more of an attractive topic.

She scrolled for few minutes, watching a new shift on their public image unfold. It was mostly the hardcore fans, not really something the big outlets took interest in at the moment. But there was one theme that followed - people were curious. Panic set over her, mind started racing in all possible scenarios. And then did something for the first time - she dialed Lando's number. He picked up reluctantly.

"How did it get out?" she asked right away.

"Hello to you too. And the fuck would I know."

"Seems like something that would fit into your current portfolio, so yeah, I am asking directly."

Lando smiled proudly. She was jealous. Oh, what he would do to see her face now.

"Hate to disappoint, but I don't have the need for cheap attention." Liar, all he wanted was for her to notice him.

"Ok, assuming nobody from your team or my team did, who got it out?"

"I severely overestimated your ability to focus on the important thing here, apparently."

"So you tell me, Mr. Genius."

"Like I said before you invaded my evening by this panic phone call. What are we going to do? The last thing I'd want is for someone to find out...about us." It felt strange for both of them, to hear him say it like that. Like it wasn't a problem. Every time someone put them together in a sentence, it had been a bad connotation. But not his tone, this one time.

"Well, I don't know, I've only had a minute to process."

"Oh, take your time, of course. Time flies really slowly on social media, so yeah, I'd say you have about a year or so to react."

"Well, we're obviously not going to react anyway."

"I really hope they don't force us to. I'm getting sick of all the media team meddling in. It's their fault in the first place," he said, unamused.

"Yeah, you're right. Good defense, I will use that if they bring it up."

"Don't worry, you'll get my invoice for consulting in your email tomorrow."

"Aw, McLaren not paying enough?"

"I'm sorry, you're still at Aston, correct?"

"Shut it, Norris. So that's it? We'll just not react and let it go?"

"I mean, what else is there to do. Denying anything will only bring up more questions. It's not like people will believe we're friends."

"That, my friend, is true."

"I'm a smart boy, not only a sex god."

"Uhm." Trouble is that he really really was.

"So we'll just let it die out?"

"Yeah. When someone mentions it, we can say that we just don't get along and that's that."

"Great, no lie there."

There were few seconds of quiet tension. Panic was somehow over, but the high adrenaline stayed. It was late evening, their usual prime time. Would they? Should they? Y/N was debating whether she wanted to see Lando again with the vibe he was setting around himself lately putting her off a bit. But then there was the need for territorial claim. Built up energy that wanted to get out. Both of them silently trying to come up with a line good enough for Lando to come over and "dance" with Y/N in a way no friend would. Lando took a breath to speak, but Y/N was quicker.

"So, wanna come over for a work out?" He was over at her place within 25 minutes.

part 4

[spacy-snail]

People are real quick to do a complete 180 and forgive Watcher after making the most basic backtracking statement they could’ve made

Like I know the standard for YouTube apologies is fucking 6 feet in the ground but like, it’s the most basic PR statement they could’ve given

Am I glad they apologized? Yes. Do I think they regret it? Yes. Do I think it was for the reasons we hope (aka caring about the fans)? No. Do I think they were sincere about their reasoning? No.

I think it comes back to why they were willing to make this decision in the first place: money

And to the parasocial people who are fighting for their lives to defend them, just remember that they were ready to drop you and whoever wasn’t willing to dish out $6 so they could travel around the world, continue living in one of the most expensive cities in the the country, and drive their Teslas around

[justjams2003]

Fast Pace- 4

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic.Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @

Word count: 2,4k

Masterlist

Part 3~Part 5

The sun is shining, and the sky is as blue as can be. There isn’t a single cloud surrounding the private jet and can’t help but take a quick photo. Carlos had already opened the door and his hand is already wrapped in yours. And as you walk up the steps of the jet, you can feel your heartbeat rise. Carlos had told you you’d be meeting his teammate and now you’re worrying if you can sell this long-term girlfriend thing.  

“You’ll be okay, hermosa.” He whispers, only for you to hear and then gives your hand a slight squeeze. You’ll be alright, won’t you? The plane is already full of people. You can only assume it’s assistants, PR managers and flight attendants. They all great Carlos with utter respect and look at you mostly confused, but, likely in fear of their jobs, they too great you.  

You can see Carlos’ teammate, his back is turned to you. That is until the person he’s talking to points to you. Charles turns his and shows a bright smile. He immediately stands up, makes his way to you and embraces Carlos in a huge hug. “Carlos, is this the girl you’ve been talking so much about?” A blush creeps across your face at his words, not only that but a smirk too.  

You can see your new sugar daddy’s cheeks get coated in the same pink hue. “Ah, Charles, don’t expose me like that.” He replies, pushing you slightly forward, ever so scarcely showing you off. “I will. She must know, she must know.” After that, the driver turns his attention to you. “You must be Y/N. I’m Charles, but I’m sure you know. I hope Carlos talks about me as much as he talks about you.”  

You give a slight giggle, “No, not really. Only when we were driving here.” Charles gasps, pretending to be offended. “No, I understand. I also wouldn’t talk about me if you were around.” Carlos shoots him a glare and Charles raises his hands. “Someone’s already protective.” He jokes, jabbing Carlos in the side with his elbow. You laugh, slightly caressing Carlos’ arm. Maybe to calm him down? You’re not entirely sure.  

Then someone calls Charles again and he lets you two be. You can’t but wonder as he walks away, how could Carlos have said so much already? According to you, you’ve only known each other for a week. Is Carlos already so enamoured with you? Is it like you are with him? You and your girls talked for at least a few hours in total about him. A slight glimmer of hope sparks in your heart.  

Carlos guides you over to one of the seats by the window. The seats are made of a beautiful brown leather and the cushion is plush. But still, you only now realise after the thrill of being Carlos, that you’ve never flown before. Then movies such as ‘Final Destination’ and ‘Castaway’ flash through your mind. Your heartrate rises again, and you bite down on your lip.  

And then you hear the engine starting, you can see the plane moving down the runway. You can hear people clasping their seatbelts and the pilot talking. But nothing is realising in your mind. What if something happens? Your head is pushed back against the force of the plane starting. Your knuckles are white against the plane seats. Your eyes are glued to the seat as you watch the ground become further and further away. 

It doesn’t take long for the plane to stabilise, clearly expert pilots, but even still your ears are completely blocked out. Maybe Carlos could see the way that your mind feels fuzzy, he takes your hand in his, brings it up and places a small kiss. His slight stubble tickles your hand, pulling you from your daze. “Are you alright, hermosa?” He asks, taking your chin slightly to look up at you into his chocolate brown eyes. You nod, hoping he doesn’t notice that you can hardly hear him.  

“Yes, it’s just I- I've never flown before.” You blush, not wanting him to know truly just how little of the world you’ve seen. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, his dark brown brows pulled tight in concern. He looks so cute and that fact that you think that makes you want to chuckle. So many praises him, worship the ground he walks on for his mysterious and dark nature. But here he is, worrying about your plane ride. You just shrug as a reply.  

He tsks, “Siempre tan terca.” He mutters and then calls over one of the attendants. Soon after he twists open the cap of a water bottle. He hands you the water, and as you swallow you can hear the pop and then you hear the laughter of the people on board. “Better?” He asks, wiping the drops from your lips. How much can this man make you blush? 

You nod, not trusting your own tongue. “Good.” Then someone who has the same dark hair and eyes as your Carlos appears next to him. They smile and hug each other before he sits across them. “Hello, Y/N, I’m Caco,” his smile is kind, but he seems to be older and wiser than Carlos. “Oh, it’s nice to meet you,” you smile shaking his hand, entirely unsure of what else to say. 

What does he think of you? Does he see you as some gold digger trying to get a grab at his cousin’s lifestyle? He’s the only one that knows, does he agree with Carlos’ choices. He doesn’t seem to hold any tension in his eyes. Or maybe, was it his idea? Do you have him to thank for your water and lights? “No need to be so formal. Carlos tells me you’re perfect, and what he says goes.” He chuckles, and Carlos mutters to him in Spanish.  

“Now, Y/N, as you know, Caco’s knows. So, we’ve got to discuss the conditions of the agreement.” He explains, watching your every reaction, clearly, he’s signed so many contracts before and knows the procedures. You had expected this, he told you to think about this. But really, there was only so little you could think of. You nod, allowing him to continue. “You go first.” You tell him, not really sure of what you’re about to ask.  

He’s just slightly taken back by this. He leans back in his chair, the way he spreads his legs causes filthy thoughts in his mind. “Alright,” he then reaches into your back pocket and pulls out the box of cigarettes that you always keep close by. “No more smoking. You’re quitting. Now.” He doesn’t allow a single thought of defiance. He continues without a step as if he’s asking you to drink more water.  

Which he does. “You will eat three healthy meals a day and exercise when I do.” He can see the word rebellion on your tongue but with the singular raise of his brow, and a dark stormy look you don’t say a word. “You will join me with at least 7 of the last races left this season. And lastly, the most important one, you will accept any gift I give you, without question. If you want something, you will ask without hesitation.” 

Will you be able to cope? With the expectations, the travel, appearances? All of that without the relief of your cigs? But really, why had you become so depended on them? Without the stress of a job, or money, what else is there left for you to worry about?  

 However, all of these requirements make sense, this is what you expected. “Any questions?” You shake your head no, “Do you agree with these terms?” Caco asks, he must be there as some sort of witness. You nod and then Carlos asks if you have any conditions. “I don’t have as many as you,” you mumble with a pout, feeling a bit unprepared. He chuckles, “That is alright, you can add more later.”  

You take a deep breathe, “Okay... um, my mother has been bothering to visit her for months now. I want you to come with me.” He raises his brow, expecting an explanation. You sigh, hiding your face into his side, before lifting it again. “She keeps pestering me. I’ve been out into the world for like four years now and haven’t brought someone home. I guess I’m just tired of disappointing my parents.” You mutter, feeling a bit ashamed of your neglect of your family.  

“And, and, I want you to pay my rent.” You feel just a bit ashamed of asking, it was really the most important things you could think of. The rest you’d worry about when you got further in. 

 “No.” He says and both you and Caco look confused. “I don’t want you living there anymore. I want you to look for a new place. Any price ranges, anywhere.” He says so casually as if you haven’t been stuck in that dump for the past three years. “You mean it?” You ask, the excitement already cooking.  

“Yes of course, ask anything, we just agreed on that.” He scolds and you can’t help but let the gears turn in your head. “I have medical bills and my student debt is still not paid off...” He picks up the hint instantly. Carlos nods and then pulls out his phone and opens his banking app. “How much is it?” He asks and this time you must open your banking app. You can’t help but blush seeing the negative amount, next to his many zeros.  

“Well I’ve been working hard the past three years, so I have twenty thousand left.” With each word you talk softer and softer. But he’s so in tune with you that he hears and enter the amount without question. “And the medical bills are a thousand. All in euro.” He doesn’t even hesitate for a moment. He enters the amount without question. It’s barely a few seconds before you see the amount in your account.  

A bright smile covers your face and you quite literally feel your shoulders become lighter. For dramatic effect you sink into the soft cushion. He and Caco laughs, and Carlos already feels so happy to have you by his side. You seem so untouched by the heaviness of the world. Even after the struggle of your bank balance for so long, you still manage to stay childish.  

After all, he’d give you the world just to see that smile again. You take a moment just to take in the feeling of being dept free. Which is so crazy for you. This something that you’ve dreamed about for so long and now it’s finally real. “Oh, I’m so happy I could kiss you.” You sigh out, not even realising your words. You hadn’t had time to set those conditions yet. The sugar part is completed, what about the daddy part? 

Your eyes grow wide, understanding what you’d just said. A blush coats your cheeks. There is a moment of silence between the three of you before Caco continues for you, seeing the way Carlos’ eyes brew and flick to your lips. He loves his cousin very much, but he doesn’t want to see that. “Is there anything else you wanted?” He asks, trying to lift the tension. You bite your lip, thinking, “I want to go to every party you’re invited to.”  

He glares for a moment; you can tell he so badly wants to say no. “And I want to go to every photoshoot.” “That I can agree too. But I’ll only agree to the first one if I am always with you.” You hold out your hand and then lift your pinky. “Pinky promise?” A wide smirk covers his face and then wraps his much bigger pinky around yours. “Promise.”  

You could see through the plane window, the beauty of Zandvoort but seeing it all up close it breath taking. It wasn’t a very long plane ride. Carlos helped you through the landing. He let you hold his hand tight and even had them bring you some gum to chew, to help with your ears. But now you’re on your way to the hotel.  

You rolled down your window all the way and you could smell the ocean breeze. And finally, when you saw it the first time, you screamed with glee. “I saw the ocean first! I get ice-cream.” You act all chuff with Carlos who only furrows his brows when you say this. “I will get you ice-cream any time-of-day mi corazon.” You can’t help but laugh at his words.  

“You do not know the game?” You ask, in shock at his confusion. “It is a game?” He asks, his eyes still careful on the road. You gasp, shocked because it seems so normal to you. “When my family and I would drive to the beach, the first one to see the beach would scream out and they would get an ice-cream.” Carlos has a gentle smile on his face.  

“You have a big family then?” He asks, hanging on to your every word. You chuckle, “Oui, I have 5 siblings, but we don’t talk much anymore.” You sigh, placing your head on your arms as you stare far past the window. Your excitement falling flat as your reminded of your small family house, and the small town you grew up in. Having to share your room with your two sisters.  

 People say you were lucky that they were twins. The left the house at the same time leaving the room all to yourself. But, at the end of the day, a very busy house, too small for eight was dead quiet. “Why no?” Carlos asks, it's unusual to him, he’s quite close to his family. You shrug your shoulders. “I’m the youngest, they were all long gone and out of the house by the time I was in high school.”  

Carlos stays quiet, the cogs in his mind already turning. “Would you want to be closer to them?” He asks, his hand falling on your thigh as you come closer to the highway exit. Again, you only shrug, “If I had the chance.” He gives your thigh a slight squeeze before shifting gears again. The rest of the ride was quiet, and Carlos is already thinking of ways to make you smile again.  

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[majaloveschris]

"he does all this because she is the one and he is so in love" /////

I believe everyone needs to realize if the above were true then there’d be no debate as to if this is a real or PR relationship.

The simple fact that so much comes out about them to drive or paint a narrative, only for Chris to be the complete opposite physically of how he expresses things ……says enough.

People can call us delusional for not believing this relationship, but I call those who blindly believe what’s purposefully crafted for you to believe gullible and delusional ….to think that this man who has been in the spotlight for 20+ yrs, whose expressed his emotions freely, who stated what he wanted in a relationship in the SMA article only to go public with the complete opposite two days later. To think he’s done a 180 in the worst way due to “being in love”…..nah, I’m not buying what’s being sold.

One has to ask themselves why are all these articles trying to paint him and her as so in love, yet REALITY based on their own body language and expressions show you the complete opposite?!

Show me ONE pic or video shot of them not aware they are being filmed acting or looking so “in love”.

(Oops that already happened …..in the park when he put his hand in his pocket as she reached for it.)

Even the purposefully crafted Valentine’s Day montage and the scare videos seemed fake and staged, every new update the past few months just adds to the speculation that this is bs based on their own actions.

What couple so in love acts like they don’t know or like each other like that. People claim we get a glimpse in their lives, but it’s been two freaking years of bs, regardless of not knowing their every move every single day, we can clearly see something isn’t genuine.

Even after the marriage confirmation from this man’s own mouth, it STILL doesn’t add up based on HIS own actions/inactions.

If Chris was genuinely happy and in love……we’d clearly see it, not have to “read” about it.

I agree with you! I think it's important to note that this whole "PR or real" debate started because of them. It started with them kind of alluding that something is going on with different things (NYE 1.0., LV, the follows and likes) while not admitting they are "together" and then continued with the NYC pap walk 1.0. As you said, if from the very beginning we'd seen how happy and in love he is, Team PR probably wouldn't even exist. I'm not saying there wouldn't be people out there who believe it's PR, but not this amount, for sure.

I agree that his body language is always off and weird around her, like he isn't comfortable or like he is forced to be there. And considering the things you've mentioned, everything seems so fake and manufactured. We saw him being out with his girlfriends for years, and I'm not saying they were always smiley and all over each other, but there were clear moments where you could see they were in love, but there isn't a single one with Alba.

I don't blame people who think this is real. Most people just don't care enough about them or simply think whatever they say must be true. I think there are people on both sides who are "delusional" (I don't really like using this word though), believing and creating things that are clearly bullshit, or thinking that everything that happens proves a point.

It's truly weird to see the contrast between the articles and their body language. They are supposed to be "the one" for each other, yet they behave more intimately with their friends and seem to be more comfortable and natural around them. His body language and behavior should be the three times of everything we saw from his previous relationship since he is "head over heels" for her, but where is that huge love? I don't see it.

I think the NYC Pap Walk 1.0. video you mentioned was a big turning point. I mean, that pap walk was awful, but seeing how tragic it was behind the scenes was really interesting. He clearly didn't want to hold her hands, and to this day, they always walk next to each other as if they were just fighting a few minutes before.

The VD day dump didn't help either. Everything just feels so unnatural, fabricated, and out of character for him. I know we don't know him, but we saw how he acted in this previous relationship, and maybe if I saw that huge love we are supposed to see, I would believe he's changed his habits, but I see the exact opposite. And the wedding story has a lot of plot holes too.

The words, spoken and written, just don't match the body language.

[penaconys-hound]

Obligatory RP Blog intro post

(Warning: Contains Spoilers for the end of 2.1)

——— Making a drink is a sensory skill. In dreams, creating fizzy concoctions requires adding a bit of your mood. Heavier if you're troubled, a touch sweeter if you're in high spirits... It's not just about mixing beverages. It's about mixing the experiences of life.

Gallagher's the name, I'm one of the local "Hounds" around here. Step into Penacony, the Land of Dreams, Nameless one.

Tired? Just find a place to sit and rest for a while. Let’s have a talk and I’ll mix something up for you.

But a few words of advice…

Don’t get lost in dreams, and not everything’s as it seems.

Guidelines, Key, Tags and Notes from the mod:

Guidelines:

-Fellow RP Blogs are allowed, uh hiii Star Rail RP community

-This is my first RP Blog after like a year or so (previous ones just died) so I may be rusty so apologies for that -Using tonetags would be appreciated, not required but appreciated, especially if you say something that could come off as rude but you don’t mean it in that tone, the mod can’t read tone through text.

-SFW only please, Suggestive themes are allowed with a warning however

-Gore’s on the table though, but only if the meme gets involved, or you somehow get a good reason for it, I don’t think Gallagher would just maul you out of nowhere- However since this takes place in the dreamscape blood will be described as water and that’s all that’s gonna spill out-

-Shipping is allowed, I’ll allow any ship unless it’s pr*ship or with Sunday, with the former it’s obvious on why I wouldn’t, gross. You’ll get hit on the offense side of Gallagher’s Ultimate if you try that.

But on Galladay it’s simply cause I’m just not super comfortable with using Gallagher x Sunday after 2.1, hope that’s understandable.

But yeah, as long as you’re follow the shipping rules the sky’s the limit, especially since I see Gallagher as bi

-Mod uses the CDT Timezone and is in education, but otherwise doesn’t have a life, so what I’m saying is the reply times may be random, could be within a minute or two, could be hours, so don’t be upset if an ask isn’t answered immediately

-Anything related to, but not limited to, racism, homophobia/transphobia, sexism, ableism, etc. Is not allowed here.

I’m serious if you come into the askbox with that you’ll get the “Dog” after you:

-Anons are welcome, you can even have a custom tag if you use a sign off and show up enough

-Magic Anons are allowed however only one can be active at a time and they have a 2-5 ask cooldown depending on what the effects where

-You can technically also ask the Meme on this blog, but don’t expect it to say anything other then *STABS YOU STABS YOU STABS YOU STABS YO

Key:

“ “ (Just plain text): Dialogue

“ “ (Same as above but in bold)/“ “ (Purple bold text): (what’s used is dependent on what’s exactly being said) 180 mode Dialogue

(The text for that was originally red however I changed it to purple for two reasons: Reason one being in the lore Acheron uses Red text sometimes and I think it’d be weird if I interacted with an Acheron and she also used red text,

and I changed it to purple specifically cause matches the Meme)

“* *” (Asterisks around text): Action/Movement

“// //“ (Two slashes around text): OOC/Mod talking

Tags:

#🥃bartenders rambles : In character posts/asks

#🐺barred fangs : In character posts/asks when Gallagher pulls the 180 (Aka going “villain” mode, I don’t personally think he’s evil but he can be very creepy in a villainous way and I love that) or basically just steps out of character in a way that’s intended and not bad mod RP

#👁️ The Dog. : Mentions/Discussion of the Memory Zone Meme “Something Unto Death”

#🐾mods yapping : Posts from the mod/OOC posts, not counting OOC moments in the tags of ask posts

#💫care for a drink under the stars? : Interaction reblogs/RPs, whatever with fellow Honkai: Star Rail RP blogs, can be in or out of character

#🪶hounds prey : Interactions with Sunday and/or Robin/Mentions of Sunday and/or Robin

#🧹the bellboy : (there was no mop emoji) Interactions with Misha/Mentions of Misha

(Tags may be added for specific characters and art RBs if I decide to do that, but for now that’s the tags)

Anon Tags:

#🍸 anon

#🥂 anon

#🍀 anon

Side Notes:

-If you’re wondering on the Mod’s pronouns if you didn’t read the bio, the Mod uses Any/All pronouns (like he/she/they/it etc. Idrc-)

-This will include headcanons, if it wasn’t obvious from the “I see Gally as Bi” comment

-It could possibly get OOC at times while I’m in character, I made the blog before 2.2, but I’m trying to stick to the character as well as I can, and if 2.2 changes his character again I’ll attempt to pull something to fit with that

-Mod will refer to himself ether as “The Mod” or “Mod Werewolf”

Other Blogs the Mod Runs if you’d like to check those out:

(disclaimer they’re not all the same fandom)

@the-coolest-character-in-hsr (Hanu from Honkai: Star Rail)

@trash-president-real (Trash President (OC) Honkai: Star Rail)

Anyways hope you enjoy the blog, and avoid getting stabbed by the meme

[lizzie-queenofmeigas]

“I don't have anything against Olivia”

Glad to hear, I don’t care what team or ship you support going after actors is where I draw the line.

“she is doing her job”

Exactly, she was given a script by HotD’s PR team and she embraced it fully but the script’s clearly been changed because what she’s saying now is very different to what she was saying a few months ago. Before it was all “Alicent’s scared of Criston”, “she doesn’t like Aemond”, “she wants to reunite with Rhaenyra” etc. only a few interviews ago Olivia was the unofficial figurehead of Rhaenicent, focusing on this relationship more than Team Green. In fact she was going out of her way to distance Alicent from this faction.

The recent video is a completely 180, now she’s openly pro Team Green. They’ve drawn a line between the two groups and I think it has a lot to do with the fact HBO put out feelers on public opinion and noted Rhaenicent wasn’t popular.

People want to see a civil war between two opposing factions, not a poorly written soap opera that doesn’t follow the books.

I mean, Rhaenicent was never going to be very popular given that:

1_ Their friendship lasted five minutes before Alicent betrayed Rhaenyra.

2_Their relationship is not book canon.

3_Daemyra is canon

4_They replaced Laena with Alicent.

Most of the book fans were never going to give a fuck about Rhaenicent. The general audience can't even stand adult Alicent and their relationship consists on five episodes of Alicent abusing Rhaenyra in contrast of the five minutes their "friendship" had on-screen.

[pluck-heartstrings]

I know things just got started, and as a reader theres no way for me to tell what will happen in the future. But I'm curious -

Let's say the attraction has been open for some time now. After a few shows the attraction gets a following. The fans - being able to witness the way the Jesters behave around the Princess - have manufactured rumors building off of the romance that may or may not be blooming between the inhabitance on the balcony.

I wonder how Sun would react in these two situations:

The play-writers making a pr stunt and deeming Sun as The Princess' romantic interest. Forcing the two to act minutely romantic for the show itself (and in advertisements, like posters and commercials)

_ or _

The writers doing a complete 180 and writing that Sun has hidden distain for the Princess and her mannerisms. Giving him lines that mock the Princess' status (like Jesters in history are allowed to do).

. . . if I was one of the script writers I would definitely push for the second option. . . for chaotic reasons.

If rumours started going around that the Princess was in a relationship (or at least showing affection) to one of the other cast members, management would be quick to cover it up as ‘lore’ or try and make a PR stunt about it. Secret relationships and will they/won’t they situations make big money if they can keep make repeat customers out of the guests.

Nothing official, of course. That would be bad for business. The Princess character also occupies a niche for a specific demographic of guest, part of the intrigue of the Princess’ character is the fact she’s so mysterious with her curse—some of the guests take pleasure in trying to figure out what it is and how they can help her break it. (This is particularly popular with young girls aged 8-12 and younger teen boys)

Management is less inclined to make any lasting changes to the script, it’s still a relatively new attraction and they want to milk it for all it’s worth. But if a few lines of code get implemented into Sun’s processor that make him more inclined to act more Jester than Attendant, he’d be mortified anytime a snide comment slips past his voice box. Any and all snips would be immediately followed by a plethora of apologies, to which the Princess would be confused as to why he’s acting that way. In their mind, he’s a Jester, why wouldn’t he jest? Plus they’re not actually being insulted, the character is. It’s all for show.

[brightlotusmoon]

"25 years ago today, a jury in New Mexico announced its verdict in one of the most infamous and misunderstood cases in recent memory: Liebeck v. McDonald's, also known as the "hot coffee lawsuit."

This case is held up as one of most egregious examples of frivolous lawsuits. The story goes that a woman bought coffee from McDonald's, drove with it between her legs, spilled it on herself, sued McDonald's because it was hot, and took a cool $1 to $5 million (depending on who's telling the story) off of them. "Wait, she sued because coffee was hot? And she was driving with it between her legs? What did she expect? Anyone can sue for anything these days."

Guess what? That story is almost completely false. I mean, Stella Liebeck did have hot coffee spill on her. That part is true. But here's what's not. Liebeck wasn't driving. The 79 year old was in the passenger seat of her grandson's car. He pulled into a parking spot, where she was trying to add cream and sugar to her coffee. The car didn't have cupholders, so she put it between her legs, and when she pulled the lid off, it spilled all over her.

The spilled coffee wasn't just unpleasant; it was served at nearly 190 degrees, which caused 3rd degree burns over 6% of her body, required multiple skin grafts, necessitated further care after she left the hospital, and left her permanently disfigured. She originally tried to settle with McDonald's and asked for $20,000; they responded with an offer of $800.

At that point, she hired an attorney who discovered that 1) McDonald's required franchisees to serve coffee between 180-190 degrees 2) no other coffee in the city was served at more than 160 degrees 3) 190 degree liquid causes third degree burns in less than 3 seconds and would burn the mouth if consumed at that temperature 4) 160 degree liquid takes over 20 seconds to cause third degree burns and 5) McDonald's had been sued over SEVEN HUNDRED times in the prior decade for coffee being too hot and had settled up to $500,000 in cases and been told to lower the temperature.

Ultimately, McDonald's refused an arbitrator's suggestion of a $225,000 settlement and the case went to trial, where a jury ultimately awarded Liebeck $200,000 in compensatory damages, and $2.7 million in punitive damages. "A ha!," you sa, "so she still got millions! That's still frivolous!" Well...no.

First, the jury found Liebeck was 20% at fault, so the compensatory damages were reduced by that amount, to $160,000. Then the judge reduced the punitive damages to three times the compensatory, or $480,000, for a total of $640,000. We don't know how much Liebeck got because they eventually settled for less than $600,000, but between medical expenses and legal fees, it's a FAR cry from the millions she got for a slightly warmed leg in the well-known story.

So how did this become so legendary? Simple. McDonald's knew the case was going poorly, so it looked to the one thing it had that Liebeck didn't: a bully pulpit. They started a massive PR effort that was basically a smear campaign, painting Liebeck as some irresponsible scofflaw trying to take their hard-earned money. And it worked, to the point that the annual "awards" for frivolous lawsuits are known as "The Stellas."

As for Liebeck? The then 81 year old didn't have the money, platform, or desire to fight back, and used the money to pay for a live-in nurse. She watched company after company use her case as an excuse for tort reform, to stop the big bad consumers from hurting the poor, poor multinational billion dollar corporations, before passing in 2004 at age 91."

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[oh-my-damn]

I personally don’t care who chris dates, I’ve been here since minka but he’s been so strange and boring lately. So I’ve moved on to other people to pay attention to. I mean chris pine has such a good attitude and personality. Chris evans just…repeats himself over and over and tries too hard to be seen as this “deep and intelligent” man when he’s pretty average and shallow.

LISTEN

I don't care how much potential hate I might get for this, SO....

I will say it and if you want, I am okay with yelling it from the rooftops, because it do be the truth

Chris Evans? He is not deep and intelligent.

Anyone who has ever known someone who is actually deep and intelligent (or who might even be so, themselves) knows that.

It is all an act.

I have been preaching this for what seems like forever, but I want to keep making this point, over and over.

The Chris Evans we think we know is not the actual person that is Christopher Robert Evans.

So so much of his public persona is fabricated for the masses. For fans. For PR. For likability.

And it's become very very obvious in the past few months.

And now you might say; well, that just goes for a few parts of him.

But here's the thing; it doesn't.

Because if he could do this, then what couldn't he do? Some of what he's showed us might be real, but some of it might also be fabricated.

And with everything that's happened, I'm leaning towards the latter. And it is a lot easier to just assume that 99% of what we know about this man is fabricated.

Because nothing adds up anymore. None of the persona we loved or supported is there right now. And it's a lot easier to just accept that and say "Okay, well, he was probably never the person we thought he was."

Because why would he be?

I find it a lot more believable that he was portraying a character (he is an actor, after all) rather than that he was baring his soul to millions of people and has now done a 180 and completely changed as a person.

Darkness always lurked underneath the surface.

But the muscles, the jawline, the cheekbones, the wigs, the spraytans, the nosejobs, the CGI, the fucking dickpic, just kept us distracted you guys.

It kept us distracted. And we ate that shit up.

But now it's time to put that god damn fork down and look at what we're really eating. And realize that the meal we're being served?

Is fucking BULLSHIT.