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frenchnewwaves · 1 year
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Song by Allen Ginsberg
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listen I expected literally Nothing from the D&D movie okay, like I can't make it clear enough that I expected the most soulless money grab with a good cgi budget imaginable, I went in having already gone through every stage of grief and landed on acceptance and LISTEN
I fucking CRIED during this dumb RPG movie. it wasn't just "not terrible" it was objectively good with a clever plot and compelling characters and sincere emotional beats. this movie loves D&D so fucking much and it NAILS the "a bunch of goobers try to be cool and accidentally discover The Power Of Friendship And Also Great Violence" classic D&D party vibe. their barbarian's last name is fucking Kilgore and my entire family cried in the theater.
I hope they make twelve of these motherfuckers.
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youneedsomeprompts · 5 months
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~ SENSUALITY & PASSION ~ ONE-WORD SMUT PROMPTS
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Feel free to use and reblog!
alluring
touch
seduce
insatiable
devour
yearning
squeeze
hazy
arousing
yield
frantic
supple
lascivious
enchanting
need
besotted
desperation
silky
glow
friction
sultry
burning
urgency
titillating
risque
lewd
charm
tempting
ravish
tantalise
attraction
tease
saucy
curves
dazzling
suave
voluptuous
irresistible
sublime
captivating
enigmatic
blow
caress
tentative
gentle
attentive
tumble
release
salacious
carnal
mischievous
shenanigans
lecherous
frisky
amorous
depraved
affection
rub
seek
united
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sbrown82 · 24 days
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Marsha Hunt, circa 1969.
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lettersbyelise · 2 years
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How I Write
First chapter: oh my god. YES. This is going to be such a banger. A punch in the gut. Yes it has Zero plot yet, but look at that CONCEPT. Look at those VIBES.
5-60% of the draft: what the fuck. What the actual fuck. What is this. What am I even trying to do. Characterizations all over the place. What story did I want to write again?? My brain is mashed potatoes. I can’t remember what I wrote three paragraphs ago.
60-100% of the draft: I reach for my phone every five minutes to make new notes. I write every minute I can. I live and breathe that fucking story. This is the best thing I’ve ever written. This is the worst thing I’ve ever written. I don’t care. Blazing through those last chapters in a white heat. Writing writing writing. Oh my god. YES.
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afrancoisehardysong · 16 days
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higherentity · 5 months
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boasamishipper · 11 months
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i think the biggest problem of season 3 (of which there are Several) is the shift away from football being the crux of the story, which has undoubtedly resulted in the aimless, overstuffed, unfocused narrative we've been seeing for the last eight episodes. season one was as excellent as it was because whether richmond won or lost a match actually mattered; if they lost too many matches, they'd be relegated, and relegation was always treated as a distinct, tangible threat. there were stakes. and while season two had its issues with pacing and unnecessary subplots, no one would call it aimless. the characters had a goal (pun intended): to get promoted back to the premier league. if they lost too many matches, they would stay in the championship league. we as the audience were invested in whether or not richmond won or lost, and the narrative was all the stronger and more coherent for it.
season one asked us, can afc richmond avoid relegation? and we were invested in the answer. season two asked us, can afc richmond be promoted? and we were invested in the answer. now we're eight episodes into season three, and the overarching goal of the season, the question it is asking its audience to remain invested in, is...what? what are we building towards? is afc richmond's goal to win the whole damn thing? to beat west ham? to beat man city? to do just enough to avoid relegation again?
and because we can't answer this question, the narrative has suffered greatly. how are we supposed to believe beard when he says man city is the team's white whale if we haven't even seen them play each other yet this season? if ted's total football epiphany was so life-changing for richmond, why did we speed past all the matches this episode where the team won using that strategy? if this is all leading to a final nate-ted west ham-richmond match, why haven't we spent any time with nate at west ham? why haven't we gotten to see him grow and develop as a coach? at one point, the team was doing so badly that higgins suggested firing ted, who has been visibly struggling on and off the pitch - and the narrative did not give that suggestion the weight it might have had in season one or two. we spent an entire episode watching rupert, rebecca, and chelsea fight over zava - and then two episodes later he was gone, and we haven't so much as mentioned him since. just last season, sam was being heralded as the star of afc richmond, highly sought after by other club owners - but we haven't gotten to see any of his alleged brilliance on the pitch this season at all. i have to kick a little ball around, which those same people love me for, sam said in 3.07, that is, until i fuck up or miss a penalty, or i decide to fight back - a speech that was excellently delivered by toheeb, but loses some of its weight because we haven't actually gotten to see any negative reaction to sam missing a penalty or fucking up or deciding to fight back (not even in season 2 after the dubai air boycott).
(all this to say: i do enjoy the show. i love the characters, i've been enjoying the episodes as individual units, and i'll continue to tune in week after week. but for a show that once boasted football was life, it's sure been suffering since it decided to stop focusing on that.)
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bijouxcarys · 3 months
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Okay so to prepare for the little Robert series I’m working on, I’d like to present you all with this moodboard that have little hints about what you should expect. Let me know your initial thoughts and make sure you stay tuned 💕
I am also in the process of creating a playlist specifically designed to relate to the story chronologically (or at least in the order of which you read it)
@callmethehunter @celestial-dragoness @whothefuckisanja @chromations @ourshadowstallerthanoursoul @jimmysdragonsuit13 @firethatgrewsolow @angrychicksposts
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thesoftboiledegg · 4 months
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This tweet made me think about how Rick is a boomer but he acts like a Gen X-er. Jerry's parents are probably boomers, but it's believable because they're actually written as a quirky old retired couple. Rick is definitely out of place in his generation. He even talks like a millennial: "I always slay it, queen," "neurotypicals like your father," etc.
I think it's safe to say that Rick's Gen X and older millennial writers have a strong influence on his character, especially since he started as Dan Harmon's self-insert.
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daytrippergilmour · 7 months
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The Beatles - Paperback Writer (1966)
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merry-andrews · 5 months
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Some Johnshi for your beautiful eyes :).
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childishstudio · 1 month
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The Late-Night Carter's Show
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❁ 70's AU
❁Dacre!oc x black!reader/oc and Austin!oc X black!reader/oc
Tw: 18+ slightly racism, toxic relationships, sexual situations, cheating, etc…
A/n note: This is a trailer for a remake of my first fic. so before you ask anything, read this!
Summary: It's 70s and a famous ex of the hottest star is starting shake things up with her first television interview!
WC:5.3K
The Late-Night Carter's show set was shining. Studio lights heating up the stage. The live studio audience takes their seats in crushed Velvet chairs behind the camera operators.  
 "Hurry people! Time is money, and we have none to waste!" The stage manager yells to his workers. The crew was occupied adjusting the fake potted plants. Placing the charcoal mugs with piping hot coffee onto the set's wooden desk. Flufflying out newly brought seaweed green throw pillows to jazz up on the stylish guests' couch. Scanning the microphones for any feedback, all the while, Mr. Carter was in the back. Running lines while waiting for his cue to enter and greet his crowd for the evening. 
This would be the most anticipated episode for the show. Career-changing for the entire production. There was no room for errors tonight. Every detail has to be perfect, none would be overlooked. Tonight all eyes across the state would be glued to their TV screens to see what Y/n L/n would say. Wanting to hear all about her ex, the well-known actor, musician, and dancer Levi Blackwell. 
The smoothest man to walk the planet, his jet black hair and stunning blue eyes could seduce from across the room. With a Greek god jawline, even Zeus couldn't buy. The man who sounds so alluring while holding a smile could make one's heart skip a beat or two. Sounding like a pure angel when he sings into a mic, his words feel like the cure to a bad day.  
Levi was an American sweetheart. The bad boy next door who caused trouble through his art in the name of self-expression. Yet, there lay a kind soul, who needed proper guidance underneath the rebel personnel. Levi was the catch of the century, and no one in their right mind would let him go. 
 Y/n, on the other hand, was a big-hearted individual who turned cold after ignoring the obvious for far too long. Escaping Tennessee and leaving her loved ones behind to follow her dreams in New York. Finally, allowing herself to put her time into building a solid foundation for her fashion career.  
Being the best choice for Y/n. She transformed into a new person, a powerful and self-supported woman. She wasn't the young lady who cried alone in a life-less home while Levi was living his life anymore. A woman who didn't need her family's protection or permission. No longer wanting to fit the mold everyone created for her. And never again will be that girl who lets others dump their responsibilities onto her. 
However, Y/n still missed her small town in Tennessee, her one-bedroom apartment next door to her two best friends, and having her godsons down the hall. Therefore, y/n always mumbling a hopeful prayer for her loved ones to be safe and forgive her for the heartbreaking choice she made. Sometimes wishing the big move came with better circumstances.
Yet, there were no regrets about moving to the Big Apple. Now, a magnificent fashion designer, trying to build up her resume and a better reputation for her brand. Determined to be a role model for little brown girls now.
Yet, this couple used to seem so happy when together. Always showing some affection towards one another when out. Levi always babbled on about his darling Y/n when asked, and she did the same. Until one day, it stopped. The burning passion they had vanished in a year. Some public disagreements or misunderstandings began popping up in the newspaper. People close to the couple grew worried for the lovers and the noiseless void developing between them. Despite that, they always seem to be doing swell again after a month. Nonetheless, it was a culture shock when the news broke about the young couple calling it quits after a few years. Yet, no solid information on the reasoning behind it. 
With only Rumors floating around. Further out of the ordinary, especially for Levi Blackwell. The people were desperate for some explanation from Blackwell or his team. His manager Kurtis looked at everything in Levi's life as a chance to make a buck by selling Blackwell's personal business to the highest bidder. This is one of the many reasons why y/n left the star. She didn't want her personal life to be a headline for the masses to judge anymore. Yet, some of her love for the black-haired man was still there. 
"Mr.Carter we need you on set." the stage manager screeched into his earpiece. The cameras began rolling. 
Mr. Carter settled into the brown leather chair behind his medium-sized desk. With the studio's air of suspense, “All right, ladies and gentlemen, we have a special guest tonight.” The television host expressed from behind his light oak desk, facing his apprehension crowd. Gleefully voicing, his bushy mustache pointing up with his smile. 
Y/n was behind the curtains of the guests' entrance, taking some long inhales to calm her doubts while shaking off the sweat forming on her hands. Attempting to recall the information she gained on set a few months back when talking about the host to her friendly coworkers. Y/n learned a thing or two about the Show's host. Planning to use the information against him if things go south. "You got this!" She whispered to herself as the crew hurried to finish any last-minute tasks.
Mr. Carter was not the most friendly talk show host. Especially with women of famous men, always finding a way to judge or down them. if they're not perfect obedient wives, who said nothing, and only nodded their heads when spoken to like his. Still, Y/n was trying to be optimistic about how things could go. Hoping Mr Carter would refrain from speaking about the previous issues Levi and her had. Or headlines circulating about her new relationship with her coworker. Wanting to talk about her business, her work, the real reason why she's here.
"This special lady helped the king of music come back to the limelight- and many hearts." Mr.Carter yelled out while the public viewers applauded. " The most famous ex of the superstar Levi Blackwell. Y/n-l/n everyone! ” He yelled out while directing his hand toward the entranceway. Y/n took a deep breath as her name was called. Now plastering on an artificial smile that no stranger would bat an eye to, as she strode out. 
  Joining the stage, the lips of the woman were curving up as the luminous spotlight followed her, casting a warm ray onto her body. Her plum-colored silk dress glowed under the white lights. Highlighting her features.Touched by the cold air blazing from the AC directly onto the bare skin of her back. Discerning faceless viewers of the crowd were already evaluating her by the look she was sporting tonight.   
Yet, Y/n was over the moon with joy about her first television appearance. Being on such a large platform, She's finally getting a chance to share her thoughts, regardless of the hate she may gain. Getting the option to live a fantasy of hers. Being more than a share cropper's wife and a mother to six kids. This is all Y/n used to dream of as a little girl on her family's ranch. 
 Living a life beyond the borders of Tennessee without her family's expectations. She no longer has to suppress her goals or dreams to fit in with others. Y/n was free, from everything or everyone who ever held her back including herself. Most importantly, she was away from the man who had broken her heart in so many ways.“Hi, thank you for having me, Mr. Carter.” Y/n conveyed in front of the dark, and the navy blue couch beside the desk as she shook the interviewer's hand. 
Mr. Carter quietly offered her a seat on the wool couch behind her, “Of course! It’s lovely to have you.” He sat in his chair as y/n took a seat on the sofa. When receiving a letter from y/n expressing her interest in doing an interview. Carter's team and he were thrilled to have an exclusive insider from the ex-fiancé of the most captivating entertainer. Levi and his management have been radio silent before announcing his forthcoming picture.
 Also, there has not been a trace of y/n after she moved to New York two years ago, partly cause she was afraid of Levi finding her. Nonetheless, reporters have attempted to construct the reasoning behind the separation for years and where y/n could be. 
Encountering many obstacles to gain some information. Chasing down many relatives and close friends of the designer. However, none of them talked, including y/n’s mother and father, as they did not know the whole story. Nor did they want to know, Mr. and Mrs. L/n was only glad to see their daughter stopped seeing the star, feeling as if the pair were not a match.
Thus, Levi's manager, Kurtis left hints in some interviews or reports when asked, alluding to some toxicity in the relationship on y/n’s behalf. Wanting to keep his client seen in a good light and excuse Levi's reckless behavior before production started on his movie musical. 
 Nevertheless, Mr. Carter was ready to chow down on this ‘naive’ woman as any Hollywood host would. Trying to gain all the juicy details on the celebrity couple, so he would earn a big fat check from his studio . All he had to do was get y/n in the hot seat, make her sweat a little bit, and then she'd dish some dirt on her previous connection to her superstar ex. However, Y/n had other plans for how the evening would go. 
The interview started light and easy, discussing the simple things talk show hosts usually ask their guests. Carter sat his left elbow on the wooden desk, slouching, his head onto his right fist, showing a welcoming smile to the designer. “How has show business been treating you Ms. L/n"”
“I’ve been good, tired but good!” she beamed her pearly whites between glossy lips, bathing in the fluorescent lighting.
“Show business can be tiring, but I can tell you did a wonderful job helping out on the movie just from the trailer. You were the head of wardrobe design, correct?" Y/n said a quiet yes and thank you as Mr.Carter continued the questioning, “Was it Levi’s idea to bring you on as a designer?”
“ No, actually! It was his friend, Jason’s idea." She thought for a minute to explain the encounter. "See at the time, when they were starting to talk about the production, I wasn’t even on speaking terms with Levi." She paused, biting her bottom lip, avoiding disclosing any past drama attached to her ex. 
"Since I was busy in New York with my fashion career and everything, but It was one early Sunday morning." Y/n turns to the live audience emphasizing the detail " ‘m talking about the sun just came up y'all! Jason had called me and was like-” She started doing an impression of his voice, a deep country accent similar to his. 
“‘Hey Y/n! This is Jason, your friend gave me your new number. I gotta great opportunity for ya. Vi is doing a big musical flick. It’s kinda about him, kinda not. The whole thing is this journey of becoming a singer from the south. We would love it if you could do the costumes because you know his taste so well.” She held up her hand to imitate her yellow pastel phone in New York." Having an encouraging look on her face like the one she pictured Jason would have when he pitched the idea to her. “But I kid y’all not soon as he stopped talking, all I asked was ‘Which friend?’ ” She giggled beside the watchers, predicting this reaction.
 “I thought you were about to say you hung up." Both Mr.Carter and the audience chuckle. "Did he tell you which one it was tho?”
“Yeah, it was the one I expected, but I could never be rude to Jay like that, he’s a dear friend of mine. But after he told me, I tried to explain to him I was busy. He was like ‘ok well, we start production next month. So clear your schedule for then.’” 
“And you said?“ Mr.Carter yawned out.
“I told him I couldn’t, but that didn’t stop him. Levi and him don't take no for an answer too kindly." The audience softly laughs at Y/n as she gleefully grins. "So two weeks later he was at my apartment telling me to pack my bags and the next thing I knew I was on a flight to Cali!” The audience clapped at ending of the story.
“ Well, I can tell you the ladies appreciate your work. They definitely love Levi in the leather jumpsuit and the denim set." Mr.Carter said after the crowd’s cheers faded. " I can only imagine how wild the women on set were." Y/n had a deadpan look on her face from the comment but chose not to say anything. Knowing it wasn't the appropriate time to go into details about the work environment. Instead, she picked out her afro. Recognizing how the media would flip it, painting her as a jealous ex who is willing to make up lies about everyone's favorite celebrity and those working for him. "Were both of those outfit your ideas? “ 
“The jumpsuit was all Christopher and Barry’s idea, I just made it.” Y/n showed her award-winning smile while earning a small giggle from them as she reached for her mug. “But the set was all me. I wanted him to have the Deep South flavor mixed into the movie somewhere." 
She took a serious swallow of black coffee from the charcoal mug. smelling hints of card box, the cheaply produced beams came in, before letting out a short breath. The idea of talking about her fashion career involving Levi is quite terrifying to y/n. She knew it was bound to happen when she agreed to the project. Still, the one person who gave her so much pushback in her private life, not wanting her to pursue this dream, is why she's here. Never would she expect to have outside options. Yet she did it partly because of him.
"Denim always reminds me and Levi of our home." L/n's eyes lit up as she spoke about her work, forgetting the awful elements of her journey for now. "It's the working man material, no matter how it's styled. We saw our daddies and uncles wear it all the time. I wanted to show that, cuz at the end of the day, Levi is a hard-working man, and worked through a lot of things he doesn't talk about." 
Froze for a moment, bouncing her knee, feeling shaken by the statement as her thoughts reminded her of the past she wanted to leave behind."No matter what people might think or hear." The designer added a delicate tone. Noting back to the headlines she frequently saw over the past couple of years after the split, having mutual respect and care for Levi. Defending the man, even though Blackwell and she are not in the best place personally.
“Ah, I see. By the way, you look lovely yourself tonight!” Carter complimented, “So tell me what it was like working for the Levi Blackwell? The people need to know because we heard the rumors!” He expressed, giving y/n a troubling grin, the one usually presented before a guest reveals a juicy tit-bit for every gossip column to eat up. The audience was muted, sitting at the edges of their seat, waiting for Miss L/n's answer.
“Yeah…the whole process of the movie was a lot at times, to say the least." Y/n could tell Mr.Carter’s demeanor was changing to show his true colors. Tapping his fingertips at a speedy rate, the host was becoming more eager for the details.
“Aww Come on, dear we need more. Right people?” He asked as the faceless crowd began to clap in agreement. 
“Oh you’re trying to get me in trouble huh? “ she let out a small chuckle, rubbing the wool armrest of the deep-tone blue sofa before continuing “Um- rumors are just rumors sometimes y’know?” Y/n explained, her southern mannerisms radiating through. ” Plus some of them I saw going around didn’t even make sense." 
The designer shrugged off, noting the rumors she laughed at while on set. Finding it humorous the lengths people were going through to create a story out of nothing about her as she kept the real ones under wraps."I swear people honestly come up with the most creative things.” Beginning to show traits of nervousness about what to say without oversharing and keeping up the good girl act. She could easily fool a stranger into believing any emotion she portrayed. Y/n did it with Levi during their last months together. Her ex-fiance bought anything y/n said, if it included a pleasant smile, and whispered those sweet things he loved to hear. So a crowd of mindless sheep would be a piece of cake.
“Are you saying none of the rumors were true? At one point, you were in a romantic relationship with the multi-talented Levi Blackwell! The man every woman in the nation wants! But working for him? It must have been difficult to keep things professional.” Mr.Carter looked deeper into Y/n's eyes, trying to add some pressure on the woman to speak her truth. Knowing she had all the secrets on the star’s private life. “You can’t tell me there wasn’t any drama during filming, I just wouldn’t believe you. Which brings me to my next question. People have been wondering about, including ,me. why you and Mr. Blackwell called off the engagement. Care to comment?”
“No! I want to talk about my work.” she giggled while shaking her head at the man. Rumors are rumors Mr.Carter, and I kept everything professional at all times while shooting. Plus personal issues of mine are confidential information including the ones with my ex!”
“oh, you don’t know?” He let out a phony chuckle before speaking directly to the audience “This woman doesn’t know folks!” he notified them, holding a long frown and his arms up in the air to highlight his confusion. "From what I and the good people watching, heard everything wasn’t so professional on set." he highlighted the professional phrase as if he didn't use the correct one to describe the behavior in question. " I mean... you did start a new relationship with the producer and director of the film, Christopher Dawson." 
The ladies of the live audience howl and yell at Christopher’s name being said, the California Dreamboat they nicknamed him. Good-looking, had a great sense of humor, and had creativity like no other, was Christopher Dawson that everyone else saw. Y/n saw so much more than the guy at the Hollywood Premier parties. The man who made the simplest things feel so breathtaking and never had a problem with seeing things in different ways. 
 “ Ladies, calm down, save this excitement for next week's guest. He's really a hoot, I promise!” He orders the crowd as they all laugh it off. Then Mr.Carter shifts his look back to y/n, "Should we call you two friends with many benefits instead Ms.L/n? I mean we all saw the pictures in the tabloids! Come on, give us something!” He begged, having a goofy smile as Y/n awkwardly giggled along, lightly chewing the inside of her cheek before the show went to a commercial break.
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Her friends and family crowded in front of the television screen, watching the broadcast backstage in the studio’s green room. Seeing a new shade of nervousness on the woman's face they never witnessed before. Wondering if she was pretending or not and if she could turn this around in her favor.
“Shit, she's sweating like a sinner in church out there!” Sade, one of Y/n's best friends she met in high school, expressed to break the tension in the room as her guests broke away from the screen. "and I ain't never seen her sweat before." She cried, explaining to the others in the space.
“Who the fuck asks questions like that during an interview that's supposed to be about her job,” Mary, an upcoming writer on Levi's new movie, questioned. She was standing behind one of the cushion armchairs. Her hand gripping tightly to relieve some tension as she bounced on the balls of her feet, fearful of how this could play out.
“ Ugh! This is too much! " Nia blurted. Pacing back and forth on the muted gray carpet. "God, someone give me a cigarette now!” she requested, darting around the room to see who had one to spare.
“I can’t believe y’all let her go on some nosy ass talk show like Mr.Carter,” Sade scolded, glancing between Christopher and Barry. Then taking a Newport cart out of her black purse that matched the romper she was wearing. Before passing it to Nia, hoping it would relax the anxious woman.
“It was Y/n’s idea” Barry, Christopher's long-time friend, and co-director of the film proclaimed. “She'd thought it would be good press for the movie, her being his ex and all.” He voiced, trying to argue his side of the issue. “ Plus it's a part of her job now, regardless of the outcome.” He's standing next to the bar, making himself his second drink of the night.
“So, making a fool out of yourself on television is a job requirement in Hollywood now?” Dawn, y/n's sister-in-law asked Barry, taking the drink out of his hand before he could even get a sip.
“Yeah, her ex did it all the time,” her husband sitting in the armchair in front of them, replied. Y/n's family didn't love the idea of her being in Hollywood or dating a famous man. They were country folk, after all. They didn't believe in fast money, a luxurious lifestyle, or living above your needs. So, when Y/n started bringing Levi around things got a little heated between the family.
“My poor baby, I hope she doesn’t cry.”Y/n’s mother said holding her cheeks while her father held his wife by his side. "but I told her not to mess with these artsy fartsy folk." she looked at all her daughter's new and old friends who were all part of the arts. “ No offense, y'all lovely folks and mighty kind” Y/n's mother quickly added in her southern accent. 
“Yeah none taken Mrs. L/n,” Everyone said in unison except for Christopher. Dawn and Sade were used to how Y/n's mother functioned, and the others were prepared for the behavior since her brother Michael had warned them beforehand.  
However, Christopher was sitting back on the dressing room couch with a calm aura around him and lit cigarette in his left hand. In a state of deep thought, trying to remember what was shown on the screen a few seconds ago. Y/n's lip gloss and the diamond earrings he recently gifted her glowing against the studio lighting. How the dark plum-colored dress the woman made herself complemented her complexion perfectly. How pretty her smile looked on screen. He knew Y/n would be ok with handling a nosy talk show host, learning early on to never ask too many questions about her personal life. 
“Everyone just relax! She’ll be fine. She knows what she’s doing." He raised his voice to control the room to stop the pointless conversations unfolding while positioning himself back up. Taking their attention away from the television or one another to listen to him. 
"Mr.Carter loves making his guests feel powerless so they will spill their secrets. All y/n is doing is letting Mr. Carter think he has her between a rock and a hard place. trust me by the time this is done, he’ll be the fool. Y’all underestimate that girl” He explained, putting out his cigarette, knowing he promised y/n to quit a few weeks prior.
“Danm, I see why y/n ain't trying to let you go," Dawn added before taking a sip to calm down the rush of excitement she felt hearing the man speak with such power. Michael was now eyeballing Dawn, sensing his wife was a little too happy to listen to another man yelling.
Nia took her lit cigarette from her mouth to let out some smoke. "Damn! you should have done that more on set, I would've listened more.” She joked, elbowing the man's forearm. "Shit kinda hot."
“Wait Christopher, did you say ‘y’all’?” Barry questioned with a grin on his face, knowing his friend picked up the work from his lady friend Ms. L/n. Dawson gave a side-eye to his old friend while everyone else in the room laughed at the conversation. 
Mary snapped her fingers to gain everyone’s attention back to the show as it faded in.“Shh, it's back on!” She clutched the remote to turn up the volume 
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“Yeah, I did get pretty close with him.” Y/n agreed, not knowing how to describe the relationship between Christopher. Since the relationship stuck in a limbo, due to Y/n's hesitation from past experiences. She wanted to vocalize her feelings for the man. Yet, restrained herself from talking about the relationship due to the fear of how the media would portray it. 
She cherishes her relationship with Dawson truthfully. Similar to first love. Being the first man y/n became friends with then turned into a mutual romance, never fully one-sided. She refused to share it with the world, not even wanting her mother and father to know about the connection. Regardless of the situation they're in, He was L/n's California sweetheart. Wanting no outside criticism that may ruin this image for her. 
“How does Levi feel about the relationship?" Mr.Carter asked while looking into her eyes, detecting a sense of nervousness coming through them.
“ I really don't know." Y/n giggled. Feeling so fierce over how easy it was to challenge the host."The only opinions that matter are mine and Chris." The designer clarified as she crossed her legs, putting her hands together into her lap. "Plus, why would Levi feel any way about my relationship with Mr.Dawson since He is happily engaged after all!" Y/n giggled, getting tired of this charade of a plain gullible woman. 
She's ready to spice things up. Flip the switch and give Mr. Carter a taste of his own medicine. Now, Y/n isn't a revengeful person. Never that, she believes everyone deserves a second chance or a redeemable moment, even got her in some tricky situations before. However, Mr Carter has been slandering her name far too long. Y/n was fed up. Exhausted from people looking at her as some bad woman, just because of this bushy man. it was time for her to get him back by simply ruining his credibility.   
"But you know! Since we’re trying to get up close and personal with each other!” Y/n said in a calm tone while trying to keep her cool. Examining for a second to consider which method to use for wrapping up this discussion. Tired of wasting her time talking about petty things in her life. Darting her sharp eyes back to the host, she was ready to shoot down her next target.“Tell me, how is Mrs. Carter?” She gave him a wide beam her family was used to, and knew what it was indicating. 
“Oh, she finna get him! ” Y/n’s family and Sade yell at the tv when the camera panned to the woman. Knowing the smile all too well. They had seen it all the time at the card table. Always signaling the end of a hand, and their share of the pot would be jiggling around Y/n's change purse shortly after.
“She’s great and will be thrilled to know one of my guests finally asked about her! Now you Ms. L/n, I want to know how Christopher feels about your sons?”
“Glad to hear! I would answer that lovely question. But let me ask you something! Do you know what they say about the people in Hollywood?” Y/n placed her arm on the desktop and put her head against the balled-up fist. Moving her gaze away from the host to the viewers, grinning directly into the camera.
“they say many things about us in Hollywood, but what have you heard?” the man said, being blind to the trap y/n was setting.
Y/n slides back into her seat, “People love to tell everybody’s business out here. Especially the ones you tried to pay to keep quiet.” Y/n’s attention went back to Mr.Carter, and her voice changed from shaky to a powerful tone
“Now where did you hear a silly thing like that from?“ He tightly smiled. Carter was examining y/n from top to bottom. Trying to figure out how this woman was getting under his skin so effortlessly. 
“Your old assistant,” Y/n showed him a wicked smile while replying, causing him to sweat as he drank his black coffee. “So how is your m-“
“My what? My mistress?" Y/n was interrupted by Mr.Carter, fear written all over his face, and trying to mask the emotion behind the mug in hand. Y/n wasn't fooled nor surprised by his reaction, not like the audience, she even wished for such. " You must have me confused with another host. I’m no longer cheating on my wife!” He hollered in a hurry, spitting out his coffee. With a hint of whiskey, he'd poured in before filming, making sure none of the skeletons from his closet came out to play.
Y/n poked out her bottom lips as she tried to keep a straight face while shaking her head no. “Cheating? Who said anything about cheating Mr. Carter?” She asked, placing her hand on her chest. Knowing she had him in a corner he couldn't get out of.
He was cheating on his spouse like any other star in Hollywood, no big deal! However, exposing the talk show host, who's presenting himself as a wholesome family man, of a cheating scandal, will, in fact, terminate his career. "I was going to ask about your mother since I'd heard she was very ill lately," Y/n stated before raising her newly manicured hand to cover her heart to signal a fake expression of amazement.
Yet, the audience was flabbergasted over his statement. Never would they think the wholesome family man, who goes to church every Sunday, would lay with another. How disgraceful! The news would have a field day with this. The cameramen of the crew tried to snap out of their frozen states and return to their jobs as the next big headlines were being written. The world's shaken by the highest-watched television host admitting his private affairs."Never would have I'd thought you'd be cheating...but I'd use to say the same thing about someone else in my life!” 
 With a blinkless glance with wide eyes, her response allowed the host to realize what he just revealed on live TV. The man leaped out of his seat. And almost out of his midnight black suit made by a local fashion house. “WAIT, CUT TO COMMERCIAL!” Mr. Carter cried to the lead operator of the control panel , standing up and looking into the camera with a stupefied look on his face. He's doomed. No reporter could flipped this and save him from a muddled end to his career. This was definitely going to be the last episode of the late-night Carter show. 
As the camera turned back to her. Y/n smiled, saying good night and blowing a kiss to the viewers at home. Then the feed cut to a commercial selling a self-help book for troublesome marriages. Her plan worked, getting Mr. Carter off the air for bad-mouthing her abilities as it created some buzz about the upcoming project, it was a brilliant plan.
“Damn!” Y/n’s family and friends wailed, their jaws on the floor. Y/n could be a tad brutal when needed. Yet, her loved ones never envisioned her outright manipulating a man into canceling his own show.
 Christopher chuckled at their reaction, strolling past them to the door to be the first one to greet the troublemaker, white roses in hand.“Told ya so!” He added, leaning against the doorframe and watching Mr. Carter create a trail of tears of humiliation to his dressing room.
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sbrown82 · 2 months
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Marsha Hunt, circa 1968.
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gretagarbos · 4 months
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Letter sent from Leonard Cohen to Marianne Ihlen. Dated March 10, 1962. London, England.
"I miss everything that I love. I long for you and blind love, brown bodies that speak to one another in a language we don't want to understand, I long for readers to devour my soul at a feast, I long for health in the sun, woods I know, tables of meat and fruit and bread, children shattering the monarchy of the home, I long for cities of preserved elegance and the chaotic quarters of modern cities where the village persists, for loyal restaurants, for parks and battles. I have so much affection for the world and you shall be my interpreter. I want to get back to Canada and rob a bank. All my love, Leonard."
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