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━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 | 𝗡𝟰𝗦.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ━ 2019 to 2023!f1 grid x driver!female oc

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ━ to celebrate Arabella’s first podium, our favourite group of drivers go out to dinner which makes some rumours to born

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 ━ 2019, 31st march

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━ manama, bahrein

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ━ alcohol consumption so carlando being dumb drunks and charles and arabella being a little horny

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━ the rumors began so a little drama but this is nothing, things will get crazy soon tho.

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ━ @namgification @louvrepool @d3kstar @omgsuperstarg @whoselly @yl90

• — need for speed’s masterlist

HER hair bathed in champagne began to wet her red jumpsuit, she made a disgusted face. She felt uncomfortable being soaked in the liquid gold but it was worth it. Her first podium in Formula One!

She sighed contently as she walked towards her room with Elvira and James, her pr agent’s assistant, behind her. A bottle of champagne was in her left hand and her phone was pressed against her ear in her right one. A smile covered her lips as she spoke to her parents “¡Enhorabuena, cariño! Lo has hecho muy bien.” Congratulations, darling! You have done it very well.

“Gracias”Her eyes became bright for a moment, she swallowed, preventing more tears from falling. She missed them “I have to go, I have to go change. I still have a few things to do and then we're going to go have dinner and celebrate” Thanks.

“Don't drink too much, eh” Her father's voice sounded amused and mocking, she rolled her eyes but still had a smile on her face.

“Mhmm” She opened her eyes exaggeratedly as she brought the bottle of champagne to her lips.

“The next one is in China, right?” She swallowed the alcohol and wiped her lips with the back of her hand. She looked at her publicist curious about when a cameraman began to walk next to her recording her, Elvira denied, quickening her pace to get closer to her.

“Netflix” The black haired woman whispered in her ear, making her nod and raise her thumb, still clutching the neck of the champagne bottle.

“Eh, yes, mom” She arrived at the motorhome and after smiling at the entire team, who applauded as soon as they saw her, she headed to her driver’s room “I'll be there on May 1st. You're going to see the race, right?”.

"Of course!" She heard her father's exclamation behind her mother's voice.

“Your brother will also be here, maybe we can celebrate his birthday together” She stopped listening to her mother when she opened the door to her room and met her teammate, who soon hit his lips to hers. Her phone fell to the floor from shock.

She tangled her hands in the boy's hair, letting herself go until she realized the situation. She widened her eyes again before she pushed him lightly and quickly closed the door. She bent down to pick up the phone “Hey, yeah, okay, I have to go, mamá. Te quiero, adiós” I love you, bye.

And with that she hung up on her call before locking the door and addressing the boy who was looking at her with an innocent smile on his face.

"What are you doing?!" She looked at him as if two more heads had grown out of him and he laughed approaching her again, this time cornering her against the door. She denied "Charles, someone may come look for me sometime."

He brushed the wet locks from her face and looked at her adoringly, giving her a small smile “I'm sorry, I'm just so happy for you.”

Arabella felt guilty. Before the race they had argued and yet he was there, proud of her and acting like nothing had happened. She bit her bottom lip before pulling her body towards his in a hug.

"I'm sorry," She murmured against the red, champagne-soaked material of his chest. She hid her face even more in his chest when she felt him sigh and caress her hair "I'm sorry for not having talked things over with you before, but it's very difficult for me to talk about my feelings sometimes and when I get angry, I don't think. I’m so sorry”

She felt how he kissed the top of her head and wanted to cry. Seriously, why was he so good to her?.

“It's okay, mon chérie. I understand, but please don't close yourself, okay? It's not good to keep things to yourself”.

She nodded still with her face hidden in his chest and her arms around her body. A comfortable silence reigned in the room, they could hear each other's breathing, also a distant murmur behind the door.

“Not to interrupt, but aren't you going to give third place a kiss?” The comfortable silence was interrupted by the boy earning a laugh from the girl, Charles smiled watching her laugh in her arms.

“Do third places win prizes?” She raised an eyebrow to annoy him, which worked because he started tickling her.

“A podium is something important” He continued with his work of tickling her until his victim began to give in, asking him to stop. One of his hands rested on the wooden door at the height of her head while the other clung to her hip as if she would disappear at any moment.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before his gaze began a zig zag between her eyes and lips.

"I'm proud of you too, Charles," She murmured because she felt that speaking out loud would break the bubble in which both of them had hidden.

The named man smiled widely before raising the hand that was hugging her hip to herjaw and drawing her face to his. In a second his lips had taken over hers and they were both fighting for first place as if they were in a race. He pressed himself closer to her, pressing her even more against her door which drew a moan from her throat, he smiled into the kiss.

Arabella felt guilty. Before the race they had argued and yet he was there, proud of her and acting like nothing had happened. She bit her bottom lip before pulling her body towards his in a hug.

She felt how he kissed the top of her head and wanted to cry. Seriously, why was he so good to her?.

“It's okay, mon chérie. I understand, but please don't close yourself, okay? It's not good to keep things to yourself”.

“Do third places win prizes?” She raised an eyebrow to annoy him, which worked because he started tickling her.

They looked at each other for a few seconds before his gaze began a zig zag between her eyes and lips.

"I'm proud of you too, Charles," She murmured because she felt that speaking out loud would break the bubble in which both of them had hidden.

He smiled into the kiss causing her to tangle her hands in the hairs growing on his neck and tug on them in response. This time he moaned.

He released her jaw and moved to her thighs where he grabbed onto her to force her to jump and entwine her legs around his hips. He walked to the red sofa and sat with her on top of it. His hands were back again on her hips to hold her and also to assure himself that what was happening was not a dream.

And it wasn't, although an alarm brought them back to reality.

Arabella broke the kiss as soon as she heard the noise, earning a moan of protest from her lover. She looked over her shoulder at the phone she had left on the table on the wall where the door was. She glanced at the watch she wore on her wrist and swore as she stood up from her very comfortable seat.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit” She went to the phone almost running and closed her eyes tightly when she saw the name of her manager on the screen. Picking the call up as she walked across the room, clearing her throat before accepting the call and placing the technological device between her ear and her shoulder “Si?” Yes?.

“¿Por qué tardas tanto? Tienes entrevistas, Bells” The blonde's worried voice quickly entered his ear. She opened the first drawer of the chest of drawers that held the television and began looking for new underwear. Why are you taking so long? You have interviews.

“Si, eh, he tenido que echarme una mini siesta, ya sabes como me pongo cuando bebo champagne” She chuckled, trying to sell the lie. Hands entered her field of vision, she frowned as she saw Charles's hand snooping through her underwear. She slapped him and heard him complain so she wanted to laugh but she was too busy trying to save her own ass. Yeah, uh, I had to take a mini nap, you know how I get when I drink champagne

"Te dije que no bebieras tanto champagne, eso es una mierda” I told you not to drink so much champagne, that's bullshit. She rolled her eyes, closing the drawer, and headed to the bathroom with Charles behind her. She took some towels and placed them near the shower door. "En fin, ya nos emborracharemos como se debe luego. Tienes que estar aquí en menos de diez minutos, B” Well, we'll get properly drunk later. You have to be here in less than ten minutes, B.”

“Okay, adiós, te quiero” Bye, I love you.

“¡Diez mini…!” She cut off the call before taking her hands to the zipper of her jumpsuit to pull it down but she remembered one thing, freezing her movements. She raised an eyebrow, slowly raising her head, meeting a smiling and expectant Charles. Ten minutes...!

“What?”.

“Nothing”.

“You want to get in the shower with me, right?” His green eyes, lighter than hers, lit up and he quickly brought his hands to the neck of his fireproof shirt. The girl’s eyes widened and she raised both hands. “Hey, hey! No, don't even think about it”.

He immediately stopped and, as his hands slowly released themselves from the long neck of his shirt, his brow furrowed. He looked at her worried "I haven't made you uncomfortable, have I? God, forgive me, chérie. I'm still a little drunk”.

She smiled, thinking it was cute that how he cared about her emotional comfort. She took off her shirt revealing her red sports bra and threw it at his face“Another day, Leclerc.”

Removing the shirt from his face he looked at her with his mouth slightly open, a blush quickly making its way to his cheeks as his eyes collided with her full chest. He quickly looked up into her eyes, fighting to keep his gaze there. Arabella wanted to laugh but she held back the laugh that threatened to come out of her throat.

“W-well, I'm leaving” Even with the champagne-soaked shirt in his hands and without stopping looking into her eyes, he was really having a hard time resisting “They'll be looking for me so...”.

"Mmh, see you later" She raised her hand and waved it from side to side in a dismissal before he turned around and crash into the door. The laugh didn't take long to come out of her, although it was camouflaged when she put both hands to her mouth "Oh, God! Are you OK?”.

"Eh, yes, yes" He sighed, massaging her forehead, his face was definitely just as red as the overalls they were both wearing. So fucking awkward, Charles he scolded himself. He put his hand on the knob and opened the door to get out of there as quickly as he could, but not before murmuring a goodbye.

Once alone, Arabella laughed.

“¡ENANA, que has quedado segunda!" She laughed when Carlos's arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her slightly off the ground while he made them spin around. She patted his arm as she laughed. Short one/dwarf, you finished second

"Para, para que sino vomito" She said between laughs and the black-haired man stopped, hugged her tightly before leaving her on the ground. Stop, stop, otherwise I'll throw up.

“Se te ven las bragas, niña”He whispered to he even though he said it spanish. She looked at him in panic before rushing to grab the end of her black dress and pull it down. Sainz stood in front of her trying to block the view of her doing it. Your panties are showing, kid.

“¿Y por culpa de quien, eh?” She glared at him to which he snorted, turning away from her once her wardrobe was properly placed. And who’s fault is that, eh?.

“Speaking in a language that the rest of us don't understand is a very rude thing to do” The only australian complained, approaching them to greet her and she smiled accepting the kiss on her cheek.

Carlos crossed his arms. "You're jealous because we all speak your language, there's nothing special about you."

Ricciardo stuck out his tongue at the other spaniard while Lando let out a moan, letting his head fall against the armrest of the couch where he and George were sitting "Can we go now? I'm hungry”.

Most of the young drivers were waiting at the hotel reception, where they had arranged to go to a famous restaurant in the area to have dinner together in celebration of the fact that both members of the Ferrari team had reached the podium –in reality, that was an excuse so they can spend time together outside of work.

“Max and Charles aren’t here yet” Pierre spoke without raising his gaze from his phone where he was liking photos on instagram “Max was almost ready, I don't know what’s taking him so long”

“Did Charles have much left to do?” All eyes fell on her at Lando's question.

“I don't know, I haven't seen him since we returned to the hotel” She shook her head while shrugging her shoulders.

“Bells” Gasly caught her attention, making her gaze turn to him. He looked at her with both eyebrows raised and a mischievous smile. “Are you going to come party with me after dinner?”.

She opened her mouth but quickly closed it when a ting sounded indicating that the elevator doors had opened. Lando raised both hands toward the sky as he murmured a "Thank you" so she knew the last two pilots had arrived. She couldn't help but feel a little nervous, it was the first time they were going out in public since whatever was going on between them had started and she was afraid that if they drank too much they might not be able to hide it.

“It was time” Norris got up from the couch when they approached the group “What were you doing up there? We've been waiting for years”.

His teammate laughed next to him. “You’re exaggerating.”

She felt a hand on her arm and smiled when she saw the Dutchman's blue eyes, who looked at her mockingly "Congratulations on taking my position."

“Hey, I just did my job” She raised both hands in a sign of innocence and he laughed in agreement.

Gasly clapped, drawing everyone's attention “Okay, let's go, the faster we go, the faster we can go to the club."

“No one wants to party, Pierre” The long-legged brit complained when the frenchman slapped him on the shoulder.

“You will see, man!” And with that he began to walk towards the exit of the hotel, forcing him to go with him while they both discussed whether or not to party after dinner.

Instinctively they stood in pairs as they left the hotel, laughing. Of course, she stayed with Charles behind everyone.

“You look beautiful” She heard his voice next to her, she raised her head to look at him because although she was wearing heels he was still taller than her. He had gotten closer to her, so close that their shoulders were touching with every step they took.

“Thank you. You look handsome too, Leclerc” She looked him up and down, observing her clothing. He was wearing a black sweater with two leather straps that wrapped around each arm, some black skinny jeans, and some vans that matched the jacket he had hanging on his arm. His neck was decorated with necklaces and on his hands were the rings that he always wore along with the bracelets. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary but he still looked gorgeous, the black made his green eyes stand out even more if that was possible.

Without warning he put his free arm around her shoulders and planted a kiss on her temple, surprising her. She looked at him confused, receiving a smile from her in response.

"Relax" He murmured in her ear and she felt her knees tremble, he was playing with fire.

"You all have the address right?" George asked when everyone was in front of the cars. He surveyed them all with his big blue eyes and smiled when they all nodded “Okay, let's go then.”

“Why is he like a father in an airport?” The curly-haired one laughed at his own question being pushed by Russel “Oi!”

They both started fighting like small children to which some began to watch the fight with interest while others rolled their eyes with regret.

“Come oooon”The youngest of the McLaren drivers dragged the 'o' complaining “I'm so hungry”.

"Let’s go then" His teammate gave him a little push and they both got into the black McLaren.

Arabella got rid of Charles's grip and approached the red Ferrari that stood out among the other cars. She opened the passenger door "You're driving."

"Yes, ma'am" He gave her a military salute, approaching her to help her get into the car, but before he could do so, she had already closed the door. He smiled, running his tongue over his lips when he saw her batting her eyelashes behind the window. He began to walk around the car while sighing "Forza Charles, forza."

He was trying so hard to not kiss her in front of their friends, he was really trying but he didn't know how much he was going to be able to last. He felt sorry for himself. Once inside the car he looked at her while the car started. Was it really that being sitting next to him who looked like an excited little girl when the car roared was who made him lose sleep, the desire to eat and, sometimes, the breathing?.

She looked at him with a smile from ear to ear, her eyes shining making her look like the happiest little girl in the world as she heard the engine roar "It's incredible, right?"

Yes, she was and she was worth it.

"AND he said so calmly nothing, just an inchident on the race!" Max's scratchy voice sounded strangely high-pitched thanks to the alcohol he had ingested. The whole table began to laugh at the iconic story of fourteen-year-olds Verstappen and Leclerc.

"It wasn't my problem that you got so angry!" The other involved exclaimed in response, his right hand occupied with a glass of wine while the left was clinging to his teammate's thigh.

"The best of all? The interviewer's strong breathing when he runs for Charles” Lando began to imitate the man's breath by closing his fist by creating a microphone and bringing him closer to Carlos' face “Charles, what happened with, eh, Max?.”

Everyone laughed again and Arabella thanked that the restaurant was almost empty because she didn't want to be scolded. She plunged her spoon into the chocolate brownie and brought it into her mouth, being aware of the look of the Monegasque next to her.

She looked at him squinting her eyes and he left his glass of wine to take a napkin and wipe her face with it.

"You've stained yourself with the syrup" He murmured, releasing her thigh to grab her jaw and be able to get closer to her.

In front of them, Carlos stretched his lips suspiciously. He watched as he grabbed her and how she let herself be guided by him, he saw how he didn’t look away from her lips and how she took the opportunity to analyze his face.

Friends don't look at each other like that.

He opened his eyes wide before moving from one side to the other without knowing what to do, without thinking too much more he elbowed the curly-haired briton who complained.

"Hey, you hurted...”

"Look" He quickly silenced him, pointing out with all the dissimulaty he could towards the couple, thank goodness the others were the same or more drunk than them and they didn't realize it.

Lando opened his mouth and a sharp squeal began to come out of his throat causing Carlos to have to cover his mouth with his hands.

"Shhh" His jaw almost dislocated with the force that silenced him "No one can find out that Charles is the boy Bella likes”

The young man nodded and little by little the spaniard let him go. He pulled the sleeve of the black-haired man's shirt “Carlos, Carlos”.

"What?"

"I think Charles also likes Arabella." He approached him so that they could talk between whispers, both without stopping looking at their friends who had already separated but now spoke to each other in murmurs.

Sainz's thick eyebrows approached each other when he frowned “Yes, you're right. Do you think they already fucked?”.

Lando didn't take long to respond “It looks like it”.

"Well, so who's coming to party?" Pierre applauded again, drawing the attention of others. The drivers of the team of the color of the papaya jumped in their place, scared by the sound “They have told me about a great nightclub that is only two blocks from here”

"You’re so annoying" George ran a hand through his hair as he absorbed the cocktail he had ordered.

"Hey, I just want us to do things together!" He pointed out, offended by his words, he made a pout. "Is it so terrible to go partying and have a good time all together?".

Arabella gave him a sad smile “Sorry, P. I'm very tired and drunk, I think I'll go back to the hotel”

"I'll take her, I'm not so drunk so I can watch that she doesn't do anything crazy." Charles ran his arm through the back of the girl's chair as he took the last sip of his wine.

Lando and Carlos shared glances. The eldest raised both hands, joining the index finger and thumb creating a circle before penetrating it several times with the index finger of the other hand. Immediately Norris' scandalous laughter, which his teammate’s soon joined, began to be heard all over the table.

Pierre sighed sadly “I guess they won't go either”.

The australian placed his hand on his shoulder and gave him a smile as he winked at him “Don't worry. I'll go with you, mate.”

"We will also go" Verstappen pointed to himself and to George who nodded with regret.

"Something is something." The light and illusion returned to Gasly's face.

Soon the group left the restaurant and, after saying goodbye, they separated. Half walked to the nightclub and the other half began to go to the cars to return to the hotel.

Charles placed his left hand on his waist and with the other he held his forehead, he looked at his teammate pointing to the other two drunks with his eyes “We will have to ask for a car to take them.”

"A taxi?" She leaned on the Ferrari because her feet didn't give more of themselves, the heels were killing her. She took her phone out of her bag to look for the taxi company's number.

"I'll ask at the restaurant if they can call one, stay with them" She nodded, watching him move away from them. She looked at the fools she called friends, both were leaning on each other standing, laughing at things that murmured to each other.

She smiled funny when Lando laughed/screamed. Really, she loved his laughter, it was so peculiar.

She searched on her bag for the package of chewing gum that she always made sure to carry in her bag when she went out to party. She agitated it, attracting the attention of both boys "Do you want one?".

"Yes, yes, yes" They hurried to approach her with their hands outstretched. She laughed, it seemed that she was offering them their last meal when in fact they were two mint chewing gum.

"So yummy" Carlos moaned when he chewed it and Lando nodded, agreeing with him.

She did nothing but shake her head before putting one in her mouth. She shried and cursed for not having taken a jacket or at least having put on a dress that covers her more. A couple of minutes later, Charles was already walking towards them.

"There was one nearby" He informed her once that he was in front of her. "It will take about five minutes at most.

"That's great," she smiled tired and hugged herself, which didn't go unnoticed by the boy.

"Are you cold?" She thought about refusing but who she was going to deceive, she nodded and he quickly tantled his fingers on the edge of his sweater so he could take it off. She opened her mouth to be able to stop him when she saw that he had a short-sleeved T-shirt underneath but he denied seeing her intentions “I'm feeling hot because of the wine, and now we're going to get into the car”.

"What about your jacket?" She accepted the sweater and then he spread it out to put it on, immediately feeling much better. She sighed delighted when she smelled his cologne.

"I left it to Pierre, when they leave the disco it will be much later and it will be colder" He shrugged trying not to be affected by seeing her in his clothes. He turned his eyes to the two drunks who looked at them expectantly as they held their hands together, he raised an eyebrow and they quickly turned around as if they were talking about something else.

Not long after, one of the restaurant's security guards helped them take their friends to the car that had just arrived. Charles took care of explaining to the taxi driver where the hotel was or that he could follow him if he wanted while Arabella took care of fastening the boys' belts.

"Thank you, mom” The briton smiled with his eyes closed and she laughed caressing his hair before closing the door.

"Ready?" She held out her hand to Charles and he accepted it, nodding. They walked hand in hand the few meters that were from the taxi to the Ferrari, without thinking that maybe that small gesture would bring them consequences.

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f1gossipgirl Charles and Arabella going out hand in hand at the Downtown Theater restaurant in Manama, Bahrain where they had dinner with other drivers. A fan who was having dinner with her parents there published a tiktok in which you can see both Ferrari drivers being very affectionate with each other, has love arisen in Formula One?

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username1 i wish i was her

⤷ username2 god mood

username3 LMAOOOO we could see it coming

⤷ username4 ??

⤷ username3 is a woman among so many men, it was obvious that something was going to happen with some of them

⤷ username5 That's why they shouldn't have let her into Formula One, now it's a joke.

username6 Nor does it have to be that they are together, they are teammates at least they must be friends and if you pay attention you can see that her relationship with the others is like that, she is very affectionate.

⤷ username7 true, she is always hugging Carlos and holding hands with him

username8 Normalize that women and men can be friends without there being anything romantic between them

username9 I ship them, would they be charbella or chella?

⤷ username10 chella as coachella? HAHAHAHAHA

⤷ username11 Charbella is much better

⤷ username5 I shipped her with Lewis

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Thanks to Bwahstrella's... questionable policies about her clients' privacy here's her quotes:

Not quite spoilers, but if you want to catch them yourself, don't go ahead. No spoilers about the DLC, just lil' trivia about the characters. There's A LOT of them, I don't even think you could get all of them in a couple of playthroughs, I may have missed a bunch, so if you find some I didn't let me know!

"Augie lives in fear his villagers will discover that their emergency food supplies are just bags of nacho cheese sauce."

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"Orion's next cargo ship will catch fire after Salesbot's crates of "furniture parts" turn out to be illegal fireworks."

"I foresee Orion being swallowed alive by a Shovel-Nosed Gobblegazer while star fishing. He REALLY needs a new hobby."

"Magnesio and Vanesia sold MANY "prosperity crystals". The catch? They were ICE crystals. Rabbids got water in the mail."

"I sponsored Telesio in a book-a-thon fundraiser. He read every book in the Winter Palace - TWICE! Cost me a fortune."

"Each postcard of Dr. Vent is stranger than the last. That Rabbid is in dire need of a vacation."

"The balls they throw at the Winter palace are like knitting circles compared to the ones they had there back in my days."

"Woodrow is to recieve terrible dating advice until he rescinds the 5% fortune telling tax on Palette Prime!"

"Woodrow's ex-girlfriend couldn't even read a greeting card inscription without breaking into hives, poor thing."

"The Fates are many, and their voices discordant, but on this ONE thing they agree - they HATE Woodrow's poetry."

"When Woodrow needed money he wrote crude limericks under the name "Bell Chur". Oddly they brought only good luck."

"If Woodrow calls, tell him I am in a seance - DO NOT take a message, especially if it rhymes."

"Yes, it is bad if Woodrow's next poem destroys the galaxy, BUT if we don't have to hear it - mixed blessing."

"Lots of Rabbids from Palette Prime are calling for advice. Woodrow must be working on a new poem. SHUDDER."

"Tell the Palette Prime office I'm eagerly awaiting fresh gossip from the Spellbound Woods about Sweetlopek an the Dryad."

"I foresee the Dryad and Sweetlopek making a fortune selling fall-themed "farmhouse chic" pinecone wreaths to tourists."

"A certain Spark Hunter who is as dense as her name implies owes me for damage to my vacation home on Palette Prime."

"I didn't say Salesbot smuggles artificial pumpking spice into Palette Prime, but I also didn't NOT say it."

"The "authenthic" Paletteville Plaza Farmer's Market scented candles I bought from Salesbot smell like rotting garbage."

"The premium for poetry-related accident insurance on Palette Prime is six times that of our other locations!"

"A golden acorn of opportunity will fall in your lap while you are asleep. It will be eaten by a vole."

"Bea reports that "Madame Bwahstrella Doom n' Bloom Boquets" are a very popular item between mortal enemies."

"Bea's music made a small comeback after DJ Cheep Tuna sampled it for Darkmess Cheese Barber Wrap Tunnel Disco party."

"Tell my publicist to invite Galaxy Confidential to my Doomy Awards dinner party, then seat the Phantom near Bea."

"You didn't need to be psychic to predict the Phantom dumping Bea for one of her backup dancers, but would she listen?"

"Tell Alkementor I need a case of red banana-kumquat-star apple mineral fusion water for my Doomy Awards afterparty."

"I see Sullivan going dateless at the Engineer's Ball if he does not stop blowing me off for his stupid train."

"If Sullivan calls, tell him I'm having lunch with a handsome salesman who prefers electric trains over steam engines."

"Sullivan sent roses to apologize for calling me "vile rabble" after I said his steam train was a "ridiculous fossil"."

"Everywhere I go at the Everbloom I am asked. "Do you foresee more overtime in my future?" Hard to relax."

"I foresee Momma being thougher than leather and harder than steel, with an itch for action and living like there no tomorrow!"

"I wouldn't want to be a certain Spark Hunter when Momma catches up to them with an itch that only revenge can scratch!"

"Tell our Barrendale Mesa location they are absolutely NOT to close during "Big Momma's Bike Rally and Chili Cookoff."

"I foresee Gerspard moving into his Neo-Figurative Hyper-Expressionist Retro-Futuristic Tabloid phase to rave reviews."

"Rabbid Peach wants HOW MUCH for a sponsored post?!"

"Someone tell Rabbid Mario we do not use male models for our gift catalogues before he sends us any more beefcake shots."

"Prof. Backpack's lecture series is postponed until he can find a commercial spaceflight with room for his backpack."

"Can someone remind Salesbot he does not work here? He keeps popping in to help himself to our breakroom snacks."

"My competitor, Madame Bwahstrodamus, could not predict yesterday's weather if she had a newspaper."

"Find out how many lanes the bowling alley in Madame Bwahstrodamus' mansion has so I can build mine with twice as many."

"Sigh... Have my body double do the autograph signing. I need a vacation..."

"I see a new personal assistant in my future if my chicken cheesesteak is cold like last time."

"Curses, hexes, evil eyes... Fortune-telling USED to be fun. Now the Fates most rely on algorithms and statistics."

"I'm Doomed, My Partner's Not - my self-help guide for couples, it's due out this spring."

"Life is short - doom well, doom often, doom much."

#im done skimming youtube videos lmao #rabbid #rabbids #mario rabbids #mario rabbids sparks of hope #mario+rabbids sparks of hope #mario + rabbids #mario+rabbids #mario + rabbids sparks of hope #sparks of hope #sparks of hope dlc #tower of doooom #madame bwahstrella

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spoopydooblr · 1 year

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My King Will Be Kind Chapter 6 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: u ask i deliver. (spot the stella girl references) as always please let me know what you think and/or send in requests!

tw: death (logan), cursing, smut - pnv

It's after she has a mini-panic attack in the stall and has to wash the sweat off of her face without ruining her makeup that Stella left the bathroom. She took a deep breath, knowing she was weaving through crowds of the most powerful people in media and politics. It couldn't possibly get more stressful. Now she had to sit in a private lounge with the Roy's and pretend everything was okay. She really didn't know Kendall well enough to know if he was going to defend her from his siblings. "Ken!" She spotted him from behind, grabbing his shoulder.

He flinched and she immediately knows something's up. His eyes were red, like he was trying really hard not to cry.

"Are you okay?"

"Uh, I'm looking for Shiv, uh," he frantically grabbed her hands. "My dad..."

His eyes darted around and he winced when he talked like he was in pain.

"Stella girl, I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Oh?"

"My dad, he's uh, not fucking doing well."

Her heart dropped for him. She knew the feeling all too well. "Where is he?"

"On a plane over the Atlantic Ocean. With fucking Tom. He called Rome and he's on the line with him, but we need to find Shiv."

"Oh my God."

"I know, I know, it's bad."

"Go find her, I'll be okay."

"Are you sure? I'm sorry, I--"

"It's okay, just go."

Minutes later a smaller boat pulled up next to them and took the Roys and who Stella can only assume is their publicist. She watched them go.

Stella stayed for the wedding, being one of the only people in the seats. News got out about Logan and everyone left. He heart hurt for Connor.

Wind ripped through her hair as she watched the couple say their vows. It was a perfect night and she missed Kendall. They were going to have a fun time, despite what his siblings would say. She never even got to meet Shiv. Stella wondered if she even meet her at all now.

Though she didn't like to admit it, Stella was starting to want to settle down. She was going to be thirty soon and hadn't had a serious boyfriend in years. Kendall was the first man she had slept with in a long time. Weddings always fascinated her and she wanted a big one of her own.

She imagined Kendall micromanaging their wedding planner. He had already done it before, though, and that worried her. But even though they had just started dating, she could tell they were both serious about each other.

"And you may now kiss the bride!"

Connor kissed Willa, holding her tightly. Stella was sure he was hurting, too.

She left once they got back to the dock, declining Connor's invitation to an after-party for his campaign.

"You're like family now." He had said, hugging her. The couple had thanked her enormously for staying for the ceremony, something she thought was the obvious choice before she saw the attendance.

When she got home she immediately called Kendall, leaving a message that he would hopefully listen to soon.

"Hey, um, Ken, it's me. I just wanted to check up and make sure you're okay, um..." she paused, choosing her words carefully. "Call me if you need me. I'll be there, I promise. Any time, Ken, um, seriously." Stella stuttered through the receiver, knowing how fragile he was.

It was two days later at 4 am when he called. Stella never kept her ringer on at night, but ever since Logan died she didn't want to miss Kendall's call.

"Hi..." she whispered.

He was silent for a second, his voice cracking before he spoke. "Hey."

"How have you been?"

"Uh, it's been rough. I-I need to talk to you."

"Okay, Ken, let me get my shoes on and I'll be there." Stella shuffled around in bed, trying to get her bearings. She pulled the phone away from her face, revealing the time. "Oh shit." She whispered.

"No, I'm here."

"Where, baby?" She stumbled around her room, turning on the bathroom light. Her tiny dog squinted at her from his perch on the bed.

"I'm at your place."

Usually, Stella would be mortified that Kendall was going to see her apartment, but she knew he was hurting. That being said she remembered there were dishes in the sink and underwear on the bedroom floor.

"Oh, God, what?" She accidentally let her surprise out.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm like, fucking, ambushing you at your home."

"No, no, Ken, it's okay." She heard him sniffle on the other side of the phone. "I'll be there in two seconds."

Stella threw on a sweatshirt and slippers and put her hair up.

"Kurt." She looked at her dog. "Please be normal with the nice man." The little dog could get a little too excited and wake up the entire apartment complex.

Taking long but anxious strides, Stella reached the door.

The man she saw before her wasn't the Kendall she was used to. This Kendall wore sweats and had stubble lining his cheeks. Even his short hair was a mess. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen, a pink blush all over his face.

She studied him, unsure if he needed a hug or just wanted to walk in.

He moved closer to her, his breath becoming more uneven. His hand softly reached for hers and she took it, pulling him into her.

"It's okay, Ken. I got you."

She felt his fingers grasp her back as if she was going to break the hug.

"I'm not leaving you." Stella stated. He cried into her, sobs racking his body.

They moved to the bed where she sat, cradling his form. His head stayed in the crook of her neck, cold tears falling into her collarbone. Body partially on top of hers, Kendall pulled Stella in at the hip. The tips of his fingertips slid under her sweatshirt, but it wasn't sexual. It was like he needed to feel her skin, her pulse, just to make sure she was alive. And she felt so fucking alive when he touched her.

After his cries died down, Stella spoke, her voice a whisper in the early morning air.

"I lost my dad last year."

Kendall's head was now on her chest, relishing in the sound of her heartbeat. She was so vibrant and different than anyone he had been with. It was hard to imagine she had gone through what he was going through now and come out the other side.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. It's not about me I just, I just wanted you to know that it gets better."

It was really what he needed to hear. The black hole of grief was swallowing him up. It was like she always knew what he was feeling and what to say.

"I know your relationship with Logan was...tough. But it doesn't make it hurt less."

"I know." He croaked out.

A hot tear soaked her sweatshirt. "Do you need anything?"

"Uh," he lifted his torso up, laying on his side next to her. She turned over too, their faces across from each other.

She gave him the most genuine smile and his heart hurt with too many emotions.

"We can go to bed, we can get up, we can get Chinese food..." her eyes lit up as she said the last suggestion. Stella knew Kendall probably hadn't eaten in a few days. She traced his bicep, "I could really go for some lo mein."

"Okay, fine, yeah." He sighed, knowing she was forcing him to get something in his stomach. "Pretty girl gets what pretty girl wants."

She blushed, pecking him on the lips. "Let me get my phone."

Stella ordered late-night takeout from a place down the block while Kendall laid next to her, staring at the ceiling.

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Kendall was able to get down some fried rice, which was surprisingly better than most of the high-scale restaurants he was used to.

"This is fucking delicious, Stell." He said, sitting at her tiny kitchen table. Stella had Kurt on her lap, as he was now up for the day. The dog looked at Kendall quizzically from across the table.

"Sorry." She said, petting the dog on her lap. "He'll bark if I don't hold him." She cringed. "He has attachment issues."

"Uh, don't we all." Kendall half-joked. Stella snorted, earning a small smile from him.

"You know you can stay here for as long as you want." She stared into his eyes. "You can avoid the craziness here, if you want."

He nodded. "I would. I would. I really fucking would, but...I can't." He rubbed his eyes. "I gotta be somewhere in like, five hours."

Her heart surprisingly sank. "Oh, okay."

"And it's not that I don't want to stay," he assured her. "It's not that at all. But the company doesn't take a day off when dad dies."

She nodded.

"I probably have like," he looked at his phone, which had been mostly untouched for the last few hours. "Thirty more minutes."

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They decided on watching an episode of Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia, which was Stella's favorite show despite being from Westchester.

She had planned to show him her favorite episode and cuddle, but their hands were all over each other the second their bodies hit the couch. It was different, though. They knew each other better now. Movements were slow and meaningful.

Stella gently pushed him down, lips still grazing over his neck. Her hands found his waistband, pulling down the sweats.

His cock pulsed, straining against her clothed core. She ground down on him, fingers tracing over the head of his penis in between them.

"So hard for me, already, baby?"

"I'm not that fucking old." He smirked, admiring her from below. Stella took of her sweatshirt and shirt, her breasts exposed.

Kendall took one in his mouth, tongue circling her nipple. A soft moan escaped her lips as he kneaded her other breast. She allowed him to give her some pleasure, but Stella made sure that Kendall was feeling the best he could. No teasing tonight, she was going to cater to him. He slipped on a condom, pumping himself off a few times.

"Let me ride you, Ken." She connected her lips to his, pulling down her shorts and underwear.

He was a stuttering mess underneath her as she lowered herself down onto his cock.

Her body seemed to remember him, as the stretch from his thickness wasn't as bad as last time. Kendall moaned, hands snaking around her hips, guiding her movements. Stella was secretly glad as she was still not the most experienced at being on top, even at almost-27.

Her hands fell to his chest, raking her fingers down his torso.

"God," he choked out. "I swear you...you have the tightest fucking pussy ever."

He's throbbing inside of her as she swivels her hips on him, his eyes moving back and forth from her face and the bounce of her tits.

Mouth open and head tilted backwards, Stella's lost in pleasure when Kendall flips them over, pushing into her slow and full. Her leg is wrapped around his hips, moaning every time he pushes into her.

"Gonna come for me, Stella girl?"

Her walls clench down on him and the stars in his vision explode. He bites her collarbone and they come together with a groan.

He's still inside of her when she speaks. "Don't try to fuck away the pain, though. Been there done that."

"I can try?" He chuckles. "Right?"

"I think," she kissed him slowly. "I think it's been way over thirty minutes and you have to go."

He looked at his phone on the bedside table. "Fuck."

#kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy x oc #kendall succession #succession

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cranberrymoons · 1 year

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wip wednesday 🥳💖🔥

HAPPY WEDNESDAY!!!!! i come to you late but still technically on wednesday. oh boy am i behind on these. i was tagged by @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @oh-stars and @postmodernau (i think that's everyone? sorry if i missed someone!!!!)

we are doing this snippet and list style instead of as a poll or an ask game since i NEED(/want) to work on some kinktober and eddie month prep 😇

a list of unpublished things i worked on this week:

a thing about DIVORCED DAD STEVE moving back to hawkins which may or may not go anywhere but is officially on the wip tracker

kinktober and eddie month prep 😇 things coming your way in a few weeks

and that is it, friends, other than the chapter of new york groove that i put out a few days ago

and a teaser for Oct 1........

Eddie offers him a small smile, tugging him closer to press a kiss to his forehead. They’re in the middle of Beverly Hills, and there are paparazzi probably hiding in that trimmed hedge to their left, but – fuck it. Whatever. He’ll field a call from his publicist if he has to, if it means getting that miserable look off Steve’s face. “Tell you what,” he says, tapping a finger under Steve’s chin then reaching up to brush a thumb over his cheek. “If he starts –” He takes a breath. “When he starts being a dick, just grab me or something, and you can squeeze my hand as hard as you want.” “What if I break it?” Steve asks. His lips twitch toward a smile. “Squeeze too hard, there goes the hand, there goes the rockstar money.” “We lose our house. Move back to Indiana,” Eddie says, swaying back and forth as he speaks. “You find a job at Hawkins Middle and we shack up in the trailer park, pop out a couple of kids. Never have to see your dad again.” Steve smiles fully this time, cheeks glowing under the streetlight. “A win win.” “Exactly.”

no pressure tagging: @spoookysix @satanssugar @farahsamboolents @steventhusiast @rindecision @bifuriouswaterbender @wormdebut @mustlovesteve @stargyles

#wip days #my fic

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simstryingtheirbestok · 2 years

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Music Meme

🎶✨ when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, and publish. then, send this ask/tag 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)✨🎶

I was tagged by @papermint-airplane, @hazely-sims, and @simsdastra, and, um. I have to warn you: I am old. I am decrepit. And like, the below isn't one of my five songs, but if you want a sense of my taste in music in general, this song sums it up perfectly.

youtube

That is your warning label, okay? Okay great, you've agreed to proceed at your own risk. Or (the better choice) not to.

I am just going with the last 5 songs from my last shuffle. Also I don't Spotify so you get Youtubes, sorry.

With Everything to Lose - The Style Council

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I don't even know what genre you call this... bossa nova? The Style Council is what Paul Weller did with his time for a few years after he disbanded The Jam, but before he became an unpaid publicist for Oasis.

If none of the words in the previous sentence made any sense to you, congratulations!!! you are fabulously, wonderfully young!!! Today, all I ask is that you cherish it. Cherish it, and maybe kick a Boomer for me. I can't, I got bad knees.

Russian Roulette - Lords of the New Church

youtube

Hahaha see warning above the cut. What'd I tell you. This shit is so old it's in 4:3. Not that you exactly need it in letterbox or, you know, at all.

Voyage to Atlantis - The Isley Brothers

youtube

I love The Isley Brothers in general, but this one in particular. For yeeeeears I heard "Atlantis" as "Atlanta," and I was a little confused how the city of Atlanta could be called "a paradise out beyond the sea," but then I figured it was just poetic license (and not that I was ignorant, which, yeah. 🙄)

Menswear - The 1975

youtube

I am prone to getting stuck on songs, playing them too often, making myself sick of them, then banishing them from my hearing because I hate them now! Most of them are never allowed back in my presence. They are permanently ruined.

But I've been stuck on "Menswear" since it came out and I think that was ten years ago? More? The band is definitely kind of [gestures upward at warning] but "Menswear" can stay. 🫠💖 (Also, that blouse on Matty reminds me of this Flight of the Conchords bit. 😂)

Dagen efter dagen derpå - Thomas Helmig

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The dagen fucking what now? I don't actually know! I would have to look it up, because I don't speak Danish (and neither do the Danes). I happened on this while fucking around on TuneIn years ago. Like most of my stuff it's very old--1980s? The production screams 1980s so probably. Anyway, I just pretend it's in Simlish when it pops up.

I am not sure I have anyone left to tag who hasn't been tagged already, but I'll do my best: @oasislandingresident, @ysasimblr, @tsims, @miss-may-i, @sugarssims, @distantloner, @pixelwalnut, @anemovictorious, and anyone else who wants in; ideally at least a couple of you so I can pretend I have fulfilled the obligations of this tag meme. 😇

#tag meme #non sims #music #Youtube #the style council #lords of the new church #isley brothers #the 1975 #thomas helmig

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bandedbulbussnarfblat · 2 years

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Long Distance

This book tour is killing him. A man in his health shouldn't be on tour doing anything, but his publicist says it's a necessity. Mostly, he just misses his own bed. Not that this hotel they've put him up in isn't nice. But it isn't home.

He's ready to call it a night, when his phone vibrates. Armand. He considers ignoring it to get some sleep, but knows there will be hell to pay if he does. He crawls into the king sized bed and answers, “It's past my bedtime.”

“Daniel,” His voice is like honey. Daniel's missed it more than he cares to admit.

“Armand,” Daniel says back. He's almost expecting the typical questions, the normal everyday shit he's gotten used to since him and Armand started this thing.

Instead, Armand goes for something completely different. “What are you wearing?”

And no, no way. He's too old for this shit. “Sweatpants.”

Armand seems unfazed. “Would you like to know what I'm wearing?”

“I bet you're going to tell me anyway.”

“One of your shirts you left behind. I can still smell you on it. It's like being surrounded by you.”

It's unfair that a voice can sound that erotic. Despite himself, Daniel starts to feel intrigued. “Yeah?”

“Mm. I miss you.”

It's a rare moment of vulnerability from Armand. He doesn't just hand those out. He must really be missing him. “Only a few more weeks and I'm back.”

Armand is silent, and Daniel realizes it was the wrong thing to say. Naturally, Armand was angling to hear that he's missed as well. He internally curses himself. “Armand-”

“And what will you do to me, when you return?”

Daniel holds back a sigh and gives in. He's too fucking old for phone sex, but then, he's too fucking old for someone with Armand's stamina. “What would you like me to do to you?”

“I could show you, if I were there now.”

Ah, so that's why he called. Not for a fuck, for a fight. “This again?”

“Louis goes on tour with Lestat.”

Daniel pinches the bridge of his nose. He's getting whiplash from this conversation. Sometimes he thinks Armand picks fights with him just to prove he can, like some twisted measure of affection. “Because Lestat needs a babysitter. I don't.”

“I could pretend to be your assistant. Play Rashid again.”

“Yeah, because guys that fuck their assistants always look good.” They've had this talk. Armand would be bored by the second day anyway. He just wants to feel wanted. Wants Daniel to be unable to function without him, like some lovesick codependent fool.

“No one would know.”

“Right, like it wasn't obvious you and Louis were boning,” Daniel says. “You aren't as subtle as you think.”

Armand makes an offended little noise. Daniel is pretty sure at this point, he isn't getting laid now or when he gets back. Armand can be prickly, when he gets in his moods. “Look, why don't I cancel the next part of the tour? Come back home.”

“I don't need you to placate me, Daniel.”

Jesus H Christ, it's like walking over landmines with Armand sometimes. “Seriously, fuck the tour. I miss you.”

“Do you?” Armand all but purrs. Like a cat, Daniel thinks. One of those big ones that stalk their prey and pounce. The kind with sharp claws and sharper teeth. Teeth he is well acquainted with.

“Don't pretend you don't know. You've been sending me dreams, haven't you?” Daniel's been dreaming of Armand the last few nights. Very vivid, very detailed dreams. The sort of wet dreams he hasn't had since he was young.

“Daniel, I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Right,” Daniel says dryly. Armand makes him crazy. Literally, he sometimes thinks. Some vampire mojo he works on him. But he isn't having that argument now; Armand always denies it.

“Tell me about these dreams.”

It's absurd, asking Daniel about dreams Armand no doubt sent himself. The audacity of it...Daniel laughs and says “I love you.”

“Are you certain?”

Another vulnerability. Given their history, Armand isn't sure sometimes. Gets too inside his own head to realize things may be different inside Daniel's. “Yes. You drive me crazy.”

Daniel sees a way out of the pit he's dug and takes it.

“It's why you couldn't be my assistant. I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you.” Daniel says, dropping his voice low and husky, the way he talked in the bedroom. “I'd sneak you under my desk during a book signing. Make you suck me off while I signed some college girl's tits.”

Conversationally, he went on “They're always at this kind of thing you know, women who want you to write on their tits. Never had a man ask me to sign my name on him. Liked to sign it on you, have it there permanently so everyone can see who you belong to.”

He hears Armand whimper softly. “Fuck, Daniel.”

“Are you touching yourself, baby? Imagining it's me touching you?”

A sharp breath. “Yes.”

“I'd keep you there on your knees all day. Then once the crowd cleared out, I'd bend you over the desk and fuck you raw.”

Daniel hears the rustle of fabric, then the slick sound of skin on skin. He can hear Armand's little noises—so vocal, his Armand—and it's making him insane. He's almost willing to say fuck it and book the next flight home. He wants to be inside Armand, or Armand to be inside him, he isn't particular to which. But he needs to focus. There's a task at hand.

“I wouldn't let you touch yourself. I'd keep fucking you until you came on my cock alone, or not at all. Do you think you could do that, baby? When I get back, do you think you can come on just my cock?”

“I could right now, if you were here,” Armand says and Daniel's afraid it's the start of another fight. But Armand continues “I wish you could come through the door and take me now. I'd ride you at a full gallop until my knees collapsed.”

Fuck. Daniel starts looking up flights on his laptop.

“Fuck, your voice. You sound so pretty. Let me hear you come, baby.”

Armand moans, then pants. The pants become increasingly faster, and he starts making short little 'ah' sounds. He says Daniel's name when he comes, and Daniel hasn't been hard without touching his dick the last ten years, but he's rock solid now.

There's a flight leaving in four hours. Still has empty seats. He could book it now.

“Are you coming home to me, Daniel?”

Faintly, Daniel realizes that may have been the whole point of this call. But he can't find it in himself to be angry; he's thinking with his dick right now. He doesn't even mind the obvious poking around his thoughts. “Yeah, yeah, baby. I'll be there soon.”

“I'll be waiting.” Armand sounds pleased. Daniel wonders if it's all been a manipulation. Doesn't know if it's worth the fight if it isn't and he accuses Armand. Hell, he doesn't want the fight he'll get if he accuses him and he did. Wouldn't matter anyway. If they fought, Armand would win.

He always did.

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read it here on ao3

#interview with the vampire fic #daniel/armand #daniel molloy #armand

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ecsundance · 8 months

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The Importance of Connection Or: How to Get Out of Your Own Way

One of the most important things I have heard from every established career professional is to utilize networking. After hearing this over and over throughout the entirety of my college career I categorized the saying as a platitude. The prevailing idea in my mind was, "Well I know what I am going to do for a career, I have some potential employment opportunities too. I'll just wait until I've landed a job and network with the people immediately around me." This trip has made me realize how wrong this way of thinking was, and how many opportunities I was missing out on. I was encouraged by Professor Petersen and Professor Corrao to strike up a conversation with the people around me, whether that be on the bus, in line, or walking down the street, so naturally I decided to try it out. It was unusual for me as I have never been in the situation where the person next to me could be working within the industry I hold in such high esteem. Like for most things, the first time was a bit nerve racking. I'd compare my self to Ricky Bobby from that scene in Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby where he's not sure what to do with his hands. Fortunately, as the bus rides continued and the hours turned into days, I allowed these interactions to happen as often as possible by changing my mindset. This decision has already proven to be extremely beneficial and has brought some sense of adventure into my life.

Napoleon Dynamite revealed to me the wonders of connecting with those around you. I had received a little pin from a man wearing a Napoleon costume and decided to put it on my sweatshirt, which is something I never would normally do. I suppose I was just infected by the social contagion that is Sundance swag. This ended up being a great conversation piece on the bus ride home from main street though (main street being one of the places I frequent as it is extremely beautiful). An older woman had come onto the bus so I had offered her my seat. The exhaustion was palpable so I was glad to relinquish the seat. We then get into conversation about what she had been up to that day, which proved to be entertaining. She was an older publicists who had boyfriends all around the country. One for every film festival. She may have known everyone and everything at Sundance as well. Another passenger then joined in on the conversation so naturally I was curious about what she had been up to. This led to us sharing our experiences as college students, and our desires for further collaboration. I offered her any help she would need in regards to script writing (however limited my skills may be) as well as editing, and we traded contact information. This was a really exciting moment for me, and I have my suspicions that the older woman on the bus saw this and appreciated it. She pulled me aside and told me that was exactly what I should be doing, and then told me about a film project she was working on. Of course I immediately offered any help she needed on it and I figured that'd be the end of our communication for a while. That assumption was completely incorrect though as I had received a phone call from her the next day where she invited me to an event she was at. Of course I went to this and met even more people who were extremely open and warm to me.

The point is, and what I have come to realize and accept is, be open to people. Offer your help, and generally if successful people are giving you advice on something its probably worth trying it for yourself.

Ben Wilson

#sundance

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honeybee-taskforce · 9 months

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1x02 Rewatch Thoughts and Feelings

same disclaimer i’m on my phone typos and grammar errors can be invoiced to my publicist for review (its me)

-I WHIP MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH I WHIP MY HAIR BACK AND FORTH what a fuckin fever dream hearing that song again

-oh wow they are grilling the hell out of him for this routine lmfao i forgot how much they tease him about all of this

-this was one of those scenes i mentioned where the emergency escalated so quick and was not what i expected it to be at all lmfao

-the aging with the bird box netflix comment zzzzzz i hate when media does this but i can overlook it here

-paul doing a thing we need another of these on season five. TWO if i may be so brave to request

-where the hell did this delivery driver even get the mercury for this now that i really think about it

-there’s some weird liberty mutual ad playing right now that has a baby talking about insurance im kind of in awe at the absurdity

-owen struggling to let go of his hair treatment goofy ass

-judd in therapy hits so hard ugh grace being there with him and he is truly trying and even has his comfort pillow for hugging because he needs something but it just isnt enough yet my heart hurts for him so much

-i forgot that grace is near sobbing when he leaves jesus christ that hurts too she loves this man so much and his pain is hers (and vice versa of course) i’m so glad that never goes away as the show goes on. Even if i could use more of it.

-michelle helping this little boy is a great foil to her introduction and i love it a lot, BUT overall i can’t find a way to care about this whole plot with Iris missing. Probably because i know it doesn’t go anywhere after this season except for the start of season 4…. I really wonder how different everything would have been had liv stayed and plot lines not adjusted accordingly. -“what the pissed off look on my fave aint enough proof” judd you teddy bear you know its not lmfao

-“he doesn’t know i’m sick” YOU NEED TO TELL HIMMMMMM

-my extended family cooks a pig just like this in a pit and everything and it tastes soooooo good

-“but just so you know i am a homosexual 😉” this whole bit is so silly and i like that they added it after a few intense back to back bits with the first emergency, michelle’s stuff, and owen’s chat with judd

-shakes ass to last night in my stillettos while these two hook up for the first and definitely not the last time

-tk give him back his damn belt you know that is not yours you rude city boy!

-carlos is all doe eye and soulmate smitten ahhhhh you cutie pie

-michelle goes to a psychic what the hell i dont remember this. BUT NOW IM REALIZING ITS THE SAME LADY WITH THE WORMS LATER ON IN THE SHOW HUHHHHH (right? Or am i losing my mind)

-spongebob movie voice: BALD BALD BALD BALD BALD

-the lady leaving herself to die in a fire because hes bald????? I know its a nightmare but wtf i forgot about all of that too 😭

-owen embracing this guy’s fantasy about the overlords but not being able to wrap his own head around his health’s reality is heartbreaking… at least he’s forced to address it once TK finds the meds

-owen and judd riding horses already getting that brotherly bond started ooooo i love them so much

-oh god first date time oh wow olay here we go CARLOS YOU'RE SO SMITTEN BUT NOWS NOT THE TIIIIME

-the boys miscommunicating for the first and certainly not the last time but its okay because it’s all a part of their story <3

-carlos calling this a hookup boy you know damn well that is not how you feel about this

-tk is so sad when he apologizes for the misunderstanding because the last thing he wants is to hurt anyone else but he can’t stop himself and it all just gets worse and worse in his eyes…. At least we know it gets better eventually. -grace helping judd count to 5 and she is so proud of him oh i love these two so goddamn much they are perfect and i need even more of them in season five

-does every episode of season 1 end with a song playing over a montage of stuff happening like did i just block that from my memory

-owen taking the first step to being more comfortable with his reality outside of the obvious therapy and treatments ugh so good.

god season one feels like a completely different show from the rest of it? Obviously the changes with casting and covid messed somethings up but i wonder how different everything would have been had the pandemic not happened and they were able to collow through on plot lines they wanted to from the beginning

#honeybeewatchforce #911 lone star rewatch 2024 #911 lone star

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bumblesimagines · 2 years

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Little Loomis

Part 11

Request: Yes or No

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“Luckily, nothing is broken or fractured. You’ll be feeling sore for the following week and you’ll most likely develop bruising. Some pain meds and ice packs should help with the pain. If the pain continues or worsens, you should come back to get it checked out. If you experience anything odd regarding your health that you believe may have to do with the fall, get it checked out just to be sure.” The doctor advised, tapping his clipboard with his pen.

“Thank you, doc.” Sidney thanked him, picking up her purse and looping her arm around yours. You slid off the bed and stepped out of the room, turning to face Rebecca.

“Ooh, yeah, you don’t look so good.” Rebecca winced. Her sympathy was quickly replaced with excitement as she turned to look at Sidney with a wide smile.

“Long story short, Randal wants to lock you in for three more books.” Rebecca raised a sheet of paper. “See the line in your contract? You can name your price! As soon as you’re both cleared for this investigation, we’re on the next plane to New York. I can book-”

“Did you read my book?” Sidney asked. Rebecca sheepishly smiled and shook her head.

“Thought I’d wait for the movie.”

“Book tour’s over.” Sidney sighed but before you could move, Rebecca tugged you both back into the room. You held back the urge to groan and complain, pressing your lips into a line and praying Rebecca would get it over with quickly.

“You’re a victim. For life. So, embrace it! Use it. I know you care about your readers. All those little sad readers who need a light at the end of their tunnel so they don’t jump off a bridge. And a lucky break like this? I’m talking a hundred percent increase in sales. A million more people get your message and you get a million more paychecks. Win-win.”

“You really just spewed all that and didn’t even think about it, huh? We’ve got a Gale Weathers in the making.” Your words made the publicist perk up. “That was an insult.”

“We won’t be needing you anymore.” Sidney stated, taking a step back and holding onto your arm as she walked down the hall. “You’re fired!”

“Fired?”

“Fired.” She called over her shoulder, shaking her head and muttering under her breath. You pulled her closer and kissed her temple, feeling the irritation rolling off her in waves.

“Kate and Jill are waiting for us in the back. Dewey’s keeping all the attention at the front so we’ll have time to slip out and head back. Gale also mentioned she wants us to meet up with some of Jills friends who are part of some club? Apparently, they might be helpful in the investigation.” Sidney told you, looking through the texts on her phone.

“Club? We’re-”

“Going back to the school? Yeah.”

↣ ↣ ↣

“Okay, Cinema Club, we are now in session. We’ll tell you a little bit about ourselves. We are a sectioned afterschool activity and let me just say to our guests, Sidney Prescott and (Y/N) Loomis, it’s an honor. Congrats on the engagement and sorry to hear about your back, (Y/N).”

“It’s called getting old.” You responded, hearing chuckles spread around the room before the students began clapping as you and Sidney stood up. Being back in the school brought back unwanted memories but seeing the more loner type students getting together was nice. You would’ve loved to be part of a club where you felt accepted.

“Uhm, you record your whole high school experience and post it on the net?” Sidney asked, motioning to the camera Robbie wore on his headset. Robbie nodded, leaning back against the desk.

“Everyone will be doing it one day, Sid.”

“It’s kind of the one component the killer is missing.” Charlie shrugged lightly. Gale pushed herself off the counter and stepped forward.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you want to be the new new version. The killer should be filming the murders.” Charlie explained with a shrug.

“It’s like the next step in a psycho elevation. I mean, you film them all in real time and before you get caught, you upload them into the net.”

“Making your art as immortal as you.” Charlie added to Robbie's’ words, turning to look at you and Sidney. Sidney shifted in her seat, glancing at you before clearing her throat.

“So, who do you think could be behind the murders?”

“Well, a Stab fanatic, clearly. Working on less than another part of the movie and more of a remake. Cause all there are now are remakes. There are still rules but the rules haven’t changed.” While Charlie went on his rant, Kirby caught your attention, raising her phone to show that Robbie was recording. You nudged Sidney and nodded towards Kirby. Sidney turned her attention onto Robbie, watching him walk around the room before he returned to his spot beside Charlie.

“In fact, the only way to survive a modern horror movie.. You pretty much have to be gay.” Charlie finished, glancing at Robbie when he moved away from him.

“Then why are you so sure the killer is working by the rules of a remake?” Gale asked.

“Well, two kids killed in a house when their parents are away? And then the schools hot chick is ravaged beyond recognition.”

“And then a party.” Sidney finished. Charlie nodded with a smile, glancing at Robbie who was up and walking around again.

“Fingers crossed for some nudity for a change.” Robbie just kept digging himself a deeper grave. Despite the situation, his words got a few chuckles through the gathered students. Gale got closer to Charlie.

“Do you know any parties going on today?”

“Well, there’s Stabathon.” You scoffed softly and stood up, standing behind Sidney and wrapping your arm around her waist.

“Stabathon is a movie marathon where we watch the movies back to back. We do it every year.” Charlies’ gaze flickered between you and the two women.

“There’s a killer out there patterning his murders after the original movie.”

“Pretty rad, right?”

“You do realize someone’s bound to die at that party, right?” You raised your brows at the two teens.

“Well, it’s Friday. We definitely won’t be the only party going on.”

“The killer is copying the first movie, they must be a Stab fanatic, and you’re hosting a Stab movie marathon. You get my point?” You looked at Robbie and watched him slink back, giving a small nod.

“Where’s this shit going to happen at?”

“It’s kind of.. an underground scene-”

“Oh, Jesus.” Gale muttered, walking towards the door with you and Sidney following.

“If the killer is after us, he’ll end up giving us the location of the party. It’s always where the final act takes place.” You pointed out to the two.

“That’s a given, but we shouldn’t wait around until more innocent kids drop dead.”

“At this point, it’s inevitable, Sidney.” Gale said, opening the front doors and leaving the schools. She went down the stairs and faced you.

“You two need to focus on surviving. I already bought the dress I’m wearing to your wedding and I plan on using it for that. If there’s no wedding, buying the dress will go to waste.” Gale shrugged and turned around, heading towards her car.

“Good to know she cares more about a dress than us.” You muttered. Sidney chuckled and she took out the car keys to Kates car, heading down the sidewalk.

“If it’s a remake.. Who plays me?”

“Well.. maybe that Charlie kid? Robbie is obviously like Randy.” Sidney pointed out, unlocking the car and getting in. You got in the passenger seat and sighed, looking out the window and watching the school fade from view.

“If Billy and Stu hadn’t done what they did... You and I would’ve never gotten close.” You turned your head to look at Sidney. She furrowed her brows and shook her head.

“That’s not true. I always thought we were friends, even when I was dating Billy. You were nicer and kinder. I felt safer around you. With Billy, there was always a feeling of dread.. That one day he might hurt me. I believe we were always meant to find each other, (Y/N). With Billy alive or dead, we would’ve gotten together at some point.”

“You think so?”

“Of course.” You smiled and looked forward, listening to the soft tune of the radio playing. The drive to the Roberts Residence was peaceful and you entered the house hand in hand with Sidney. You showered before her and sat in the livingroom with a book in hand while Sidney showered. Kate left with the excuse of running errands while Jill stayed in her bedroom. You remained on the couch until night fell, finishing the book and getting up while Sidney entered through the back sliding doors.

“You okay, babe?” You asked after seeing the hard look on her face. She nodded and wrapped her arms around you, resting her head on your chest.

“I’m just.. on edge.” She replied and leaned back, gently pressing her lips against yours before walking towards the kitchen. “Want some tea?”

“Yeah.” You set your book aside and followed her into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out a bad of grapes. You got out a small bowl and began picking off some grapes, plopping them into the bowl. You heard the sound of the windchimes and paused, turning around to look at Sidney. She looked back at you and reached for a knife, picking it up and slowly walking towards the door. She looked through the window and flinched when Kates’ face came into view, opening the door and letting her aunt in.

“Just got back from the store.” Kate smiled, setting her bags on the counter. Sidney shut the door and set the knife down.

“I’ll be right back.” Kate called, leaving through the doors once more.

“Late night shopping?” You furrowed your brows. Sidney shrugged and began going through the grocery bags, pulling out everything her aunt had bought. You plopped a grape in your mouth and looked towards the house phone, approaching it and answering.

“This is the Roberts Residence, who’s calling?”

“You don’t typically pick up the phone, do you?” You tensed and reached forward to the bowl of fruits, picking out an orange and tossing it at Sidney. She turned around with furrowed brows, lips parting when she noticed your face.

“I have a question for you, Loomis. What good is it surviving all this drama when everyone around you is dead?”

“Fuck you.”

“Turn on the tv to channel six.” You clenched your jaw and picked up the remote, turning it on and switching to channel six. Sidney turned and faced the tv as the reporter spoke about Gales’ attack. You turned the tv off while Ghostface laughed. Sidney reached forward and took the phone.

“Why are you doing this?” Sidney asked into the phone. Her expression morphed into one of realization and she tossed the phone aside, making a run for the stairs and calling for Jill.

“Sid! Sid, what the hell is going on?” You called after her, following and standing by the bottom of the stairs. Sidney reappeared, practically gliding down the steps.

“Guys?” Kate called into the house.

“Jill’s not in her room!” Sidney said, loud enough for Kate to hear. “Call her, please.” She pleaded, watching Kate pull out her phone and call Jill but with no response.

“The killer called and said he’s coming after me but he’s gonna hurt my family first.” Sidney explained, walking towards the door and opening it. You followed only to see the reflection of Ghostface in the windchimes. Sidney shut the door and turned around, ushering Kate towards the front door. Sidney swung it open but another Ghostface rushed towards the door, arm sticking through and preventing the door from shutting. Kate crouched down and pressed her foot against the bottom stair, pushing against the door. You stepped back and rammed your shoulder against the door, the killer quickly removing their arm after. Sidney locked the door and grabbed your hand but you spotted Kates’ wide eyed look and pulled on Sidneys hand.

“Kate? We have to-” Before you could finish, Kate spat out blood and locked eyes with you. You pulled her forward and watched the knife peeking through the mail box hole disappear.

“Kate! Kate, please.” Sidney crouched down and cradled her aunts body, sniffling and gently resting her corpse against the floor. Sidney took her keys and stood up, taking in gulps of air.

“Come on, we need to find Jill.” You reminded her, taking the keys and moving towards the backdoors. You stepped outside with Sidney and came face to face with Judy.

“I saw someone coming around the side of the house. Who’s blood is that?” Judy stared at the blood on your shirt. Sidney sniffled and glanced back into the house.

“It’s Kates.” Sidney responded. “We were attacked.”

“Where is she?” Judy asked, following you and Sidney inside. She approached Kates corpse and while she spoke into her radio, you and Sidney slipped out the back doors and got into Kates car, speeding off to her friends place. She pulled up at the large house and ran out to the front door right as Kirby and Jill opened it.

“We need to go, Jill.” Sidney grabbed her arm and you turned around, coming face to face with Robbie. He collapsed into your arms, his blood smearing on your shirt and arms. You propped him up against the railing to the porch, looking up to see Ghostface. You stood up and pushed the girls back into the house, trying to close the door but he used all his weight against it.

“Go, now!” You shouted at the girls and pushed Sidney up the stairs, missing one of the steps and feeling the back of your shirt get yanked. The force was enough to pull you back towards the stand holding a vase, the vase falling and shattering against your head. You groaned, seeing a blurry black figure continue up the stairs and after Sidney. You felt blood trickle down from your temple, head spinning. You placed your hands on the floor and pushed yourself up, the shards from the vase digging into the palms of your hands.

“(Y/N)? Shit, are you okay?” You squinted and looked up at Kirby, stumbling to get up. She let you lean against her and took you towards the basement down, grabbing a rag and gently pressing it against your temple. You heard the distant sound of Sidneys voice and grunted, blinking until your vision finally focused. It did little to help with the raging headache. Sidney suddenly rounded the corner and let out a sigh of relief, arms wrapping around your neck.

“Into the basement.” Kirby ushered you and Sidney. You held the rag to your temple and carefully went down the stairs, trying to avoid as much noise as possible. Kirby led you and Sidney to a separate room and shut the door behind her, glass doors leading to an outdoor area. Charlie came up to the window, hitting his hand against the door and pleading for Kirby to let him in.

“Better safe than sorry, Kirby.” You said, leaning back against the wall and tossing the rag aside. Kirby and Charlie went back and forth before the killer came up behind him and slammed his head against the door, dragging him off and turning the outdoor lights off. When they flickered back on, Charlie was tied up on a chair and Kirby's phone was called. Sidney walked back towards you and opened the door, motioning for you to follow. You went up the basement stairs with her and leaned against the wall.

“Go find Jill and get the hell out of here.” You told her.

“What?”

“I’ll holler if I see the killer and its your cue to get out.” You cradled her face and kissed her forehead before motioning for her to go up the stairs. Sidneys eyes filled with tears but she turned and went up the stairs, disappearing into the hallway. You stumbled back towards the basement and as you rounded the corner, a hand clamped over your mouth and the familiar sensation of being stabbed erupted through your body, the killer stabbing you another time. Your cries were muffled and you were shoved onto the floor with a thud. Tears blurred your vision and with each painful inhale, you accepted death and prayed Sidney made it out. But when you heard her footsteps come down the stairs and her muffled voice hit your ringing ears, you lost hope as your vision went black.

“Happy birthday, Sid.” You cooed, placing the small cake on the table. She giggled and leaned forward, tilting her head as you sat down. You ran your hand over Cherokees’ head, trying to ease your nerves.

“Can I blow them out?”

“Of course.” Sidney bit her bottom lip, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them and blowing out the candles. She reached forward and plucked the candles out, setting them aside and licking the frost off her finger.

“You want your surprise now or later?”

“Now.” Sidney smiled and nodded, leaning back in her chair. You licked your lips and nodded, pulling the box out from the chair beside you. You gently pulled the cake aside and set the box infront of her. Sidney opened the box and gasped softly at the maroon dress, hand raising to her lips before resting it over her chest.

“From the store-”

“I saw the way you were looking at it so.. I thought I’d buy it along with something else.” Sidney looked up at you with furrowed brows. You cleared your throat and slid the small box out of your pocket, nudging Cherokee aside and moving onto one knee. Sidneys’ eyes widened, tears welling up in them.

“Will you give me the honor of being your-”

“Yes.” Sidney laughed, pushing her chair back and getting on the floor, arms wrapping around you.

“Yes, a million times yes!” She sniffled and leaned back, squealing and laughing when Cherokee pushed himself between you and lapped at her face. You smiled, gently pulling the retriever towards you and rubbing his chest before taking her hand and sliding the ring on.

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nightswithkookmin · 2 years

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NO HYBE AND THEIR BTS ACTUALLY SUCK

I SAID WHAT I SAID.

This would have gone a different way if they didn't sound like they had been dying to get out of BTS. I love to support their solo careers hell I've been an advocate for them going Solo for as long as my blog has been up and have been called all sorts of names for it don't give me that crap.

7 grown ass men in a kpop boyband- does that make sense to you?? 7 grown us men singing highschool musicals on a desert sounds like they reliving a 7yr olds nightmare.

I've always complained about the lyricism and have unequivocally expressed my desire for much adult themed lyrics from them. How are they gonna do that while maintaining the purity culture and infantilizing nature of Kpop??

But i wish they had spoken of BTS with much joy and not complained much about the things ANY ONE WITH BRAINS KNOW they were dealing with as a group. You only say those things when it's over and done with.

And dont get me wrong- or get me wrong I don't give a fuck really. I feel validated that my thoughts and theories about them have been validated in so many ways by their raw honesty and confession. But without that validation I'd live. I don't need them to come out and say what common sense should lead us all to conclude.

But they really handled this poorly, harping on how miserable they feel as a group at this point rather than present this as simply an inevitable phase and the next chapter. I'd rather they had showed vulnerability by expeessing how much it scares them to take on this new challenge to build themselves as solo artists because IT IS REALLY SCARY.

THEY NEED TO HIRE A PUBLICIST. A PROFESSIONAL ONE AT THAT.

Now i have to imagine how scary this new path must be for Jimin and Jin because they were the only ones who came off as genuinely vulnerable to me- minus the time he looked in the camera and winked. Jin. He will always be Jin. Lmho.

AND SUGA. HOLD MY WIG I'M ABOUT TO THROW HANDS.

Can you imagine this man saying, now that he isn't being forced to do stuff he enjoys doing it???

THE FUCK??!!!!

I didn't know yall were so miserable together as a group- like ID, Like 5TH Harmonies, like LittleMix. After BTS i am not interested in groups again. The best bands are in the past.

Now that's cheap of me to say because I know that's not what they tried to send across and that's not what happened either. Yet that's how they came across. To most of us.

THIS IS WHAT I EXPECTED

BTS:

Hi Army. We have an announcement to make. It may be good news to some bad news to others but we think it's the right decision to take at this time.

We've been together for 9rs, we wanted to challenge ourselves to stay as a band for as long as we can. But while we grow as a group, as individuals we feel we aren't growing as much musically at all because though we are growing to love different music styles and forms it appears too experimental for fans and affects our brand as BTS.

As such, we want to focus on our individual music interests and produce more solo albums while we rediscover our voice and style to help shape our collective brand.

Just as you've stood by us all these years we pray you keep supporting us individually as well as we venture onto this next stage.

It's a bold and scary move and WE ARE SCARED to take on this new challenge because being together is all we've known our lives and every year at Festa we hope we can see eachother and celebrate our time together. We will keep doing run as well to Keep connected with you guys.

I mean are they even gonna do Festa each year again???? I hate this so much.

This could have gone so much better cos now they've left us with a lot of questions and no closure. They couldn't even tell us this is gonna be our final concert as a group- though we kinda already knew with the kind of things there were saying and doing 💀

They wrapped up OT7 in a selfish way without letting the fans prepare either. I mean we all wouldn't have missed certain concerts at all if we knew that was the last.

And Festa should have been celebrated in a whole other way than this- what even was this??

Namjoon saying he wouldn't want another Bon Voyage when the members said they could do that- yea no I'm not falling for those tears. Go ahead and cry me a river.

But I also know he needs this break from group activities even though now they are saying they NOT going on a break. THEY ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE.

They should just have prepared this much much better than they did I feel used and dumped😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

They actually made fun of performing fake love over and over when its like but that song made me happy each time they performed it

i never bought into their ot7 agenda but this really sucks

Are they gonna do ads as a group again??

Are they gonna do 0T7 Vlives again??

No more Soop??

No more Bon Voyage???

No more Festa?

GOOD BYE OT7😒

I've lost my will to live

GOODBYE GHETTO EARTHLINGS

GOLDY

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wandsandwheezes · 4 years

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Fake It | Weasley Twins | CH1

Warnings | 18+ SMUT, mature themes, fake relationships, secret relationships, love, sex, drama, angst, fluff.

Summary // Fred Weasley has been set up to publicly date Y/N, London's best Quidditch Seeker in order to drum up some publicity. Y/N however has a different ginger man on her mind; George Weasley.

He was giving you that look. not the look, that look - the one that told you to stop doing what you were doing. It wasn't often that you'd layer it on thick for the press, making sure that you're giggling as you press your hand to his chest. With each flash of a picture you make sure you're striking a different pose. It was hard work being a liar, but it was even harder work without the publicity you gained.

Your Publicist Cheryl or 'cherry' as she begged you to call her, had devised her own scheming plan to generate not only some amazing press for you, a well established quidditch player, but also some well-needed hype and sales for Fred Weasley's shop. After all, it's not every day that London's best quidditch player was dating Infamous Fred Weasley, Gryffindor Star beater and all-in-all stellar man. The plan had been well and truly in action for just over four months, With Fred the main face of the shared brand with his brother George, it felt like the best option according to Cherry.

You were leaning into Fred, answering press questions about the latest win, how you were feeling about the upcoming game and, of course the all too regularly asked update on the relationship. You were 'very happy with a man like Fred', he was smiling down at you, gushing sappily "She may be the best Seeker in the game, but my god is she a keeper." The line made you sick to your stomach, When Cherry had pitched it to you both, you were groaning in disgust, but as she pulled the lollipop from her bright red lips with a pop, staring at you with raised eyebrows, you knew it had to be done.

As the interview began to wrap up, you thanked the photographers and journalists, grabbing Fred's hand and interlocking your fingers with a beaming smile, you made sure the cameras could see, after all the last issue of the Daily Prophet branded it as a 'winning smile'. You were escorted away from the press, once out of sight from them, your hand dropped from Fred's grip. "Well done for not making that so not obviously fake." you quipped at him, going to pull your coat on and check your phone for any messages. He laughed, imitating your voice, "Oh, Fred, you're so handsome, won't you just kiss me right now?" You scoffed, throwing your bag over your shoulder. Your phone had three messages when the screen had lit up, your stomach feeling like it had butterflies when you noticed the name.

>> Do I get to see my beautiful girl later?

>> I got your favourite for dinner.

>> I miss your lips already

You felt like the luckiest girl alive in his presence, he made you feel like a princess - a queen even, with every night you spent with him. It all started at Hogwarts for you two, after all, It's not often you get to see the best Slytherin seeker and the Gryffindor star beater together. It really wasn't often because you'd been hiding your relationship for that long. He taught you quidditch skills that got you to where you are today during late, late night practices, often ending with makeout sessions on the grass as you straddled his hips,giggling into the bitter Scottish air.

You fell in love with George Weasley as a teenager, and for 6 years you had kept your relationship a well-guarded secret. Even through the war, you kissed each other goodbye, praying that it was only a see you later. You knew that one day you would marry the gorgeous man you loved so dearly. You tried to persuade Cherry, who had and still has no clue about your true relationship status, for it to be George you had a public relationship with, but she quickly shut the idea down because George was 'too quiet'.

<< I miss you so much Georgie… heading back to the shop with fred now

<< btw I'm staying over tonight, I won't suffer another night without kisses :'((

>> Just kisses? ;)

<< Shut up.

<< I love you xx

>> I Love you too, babygirl xx

>> Daddy can't wait to see you <3

George stood lazily, arms draped over the balcony as he was smiling down at his phone like a muppet. He was so head over heels with you that he wasn't sure what to do with himself. George wasn't mad that you had to fake date his twin, after all, he'd rather it be Fred than some random quidditch man, or worst of all, Krum. He knew and recognised how important it was to your career plus, what good businessman turns down the opportunity to rake in some sales? It hurt to read the papers sometimes, seeing how much attention you both got together, a part of him wished it was he who got to show you off.

When you entered the shop, you caught George's eyes immediately, a bashful smile spread across your face, immediately feeling like a schoolgirl again in his presence. Fred sulked off to his office, leaving you to browse the shop until your driver arrived to take you to team practice. You were browsing the upper back wall of products when you felt his stare on you, he was meters away from you and you ached to draw him in for a kiss. You reached out to him, making the grabby hands that he couldn't resist, he checked over his shoulder, seeing nobody, before waking over to you, he pulled you into a quick and needy kiss by your neck, his other hand finding your hip.

"I'll be home after practice," you mumbled between kisses. It was common for you to travel to his via floo, arriving at the place you truly called home, leaving a vacant and empty flat behind. He shook his head, the tip of his nose brushing against yours. "Too long to wait," he laughed softly, his lips pressing to yours again, you were just about to deepen the kiss when you heard Cherry yell out, "Y/N let's go or you'll be late for practice!" You sighed, leaving your boyfriend behind, fingertips being the last thing to separate as you walked away, leaving him dumbfounded.

Practicing with your team was always a long, tough grind, your captain worked you hard and she knew it was all for the best, she was due soon to step down from her duty as captain, leaving the team in your hands, so you felt like you were learning double constantly. The warm water running down your skin made you crave George's touch even more, pushing the thought of Fred's hand on your hip out of your mind completely, you simply couldn't wait.

When you arrived home, George, as promised had your favourite dinner ready for you. He was an amazing chef, using muggle techniques and tools to help create the perfect dishes without the need for magic. You shrugged off your jacket and bag, relaxing into the dining table chair as George brought out your bowl, his hands were massaging your shoulders as you ate, "Aren't you gonna eat, Georgie?" you questioned him, he smirked, "I've been waiting for you to get home so I could have my favourite." George was on his knees, hands reaching up to pull down your leggings, you lifted your hips up, allowing him to drag the material down each of your legs, hooking them over his shoulders,

You knew exactly what he was doing, your hands found his hair and he tutted, breath fanning over your pussy as he looked up at you. "I made your favourite for you, Princess, You always liked it when we eat together." His tongue darted out to lick over your covered slit, feeling you already wet through your underwear, he hummed in appreciation, his teeth pulling the material to the side before attaching his lips to your clit.

Every time he hummed against you, it made you shake, the task of eating dinner becoming more and more strenuous, as you struggled to swallow down the food while he was pulling such sinful moans from you. George's skilled tongue was fucking your cunt, swallowing everything he could like it was the last meal he'd ever eat, and godric did he think you tasted divine, his thumb came up to circle your clit slowly, bringing you closer and closer to the ege.

Thing is with George, he doesn't stop till he's got what he wanted. "Finish your dinner, baby," he smirked, a long finger slowly teasing your entrance, "I'm not finished until you are too." he was a determined man, by your second orgasm you could hardly hold up your fork, but nevertheless you soldiered on, managing to swallow the last piece just before number three hit, your legs were shaking and you were moaning incoherent sentences. That was possibly the best meal of your life, your weak legs could hardly hold you up when you tried to stand.

George pulled you up into his arms, carrying you to the bed where he found your favourite shirt of his, helping you change into it, he left to make you a cup of tea, bringing it into the bedroom for you. sitting contently beside each other.

George's phone buzzed on the side, he read the message from fred. Laughing before showing it to you, the irony all too funny for him to resist.

>> George, if only you had to do this… Fancy swapping places at the product launch on Saturday?

<< Love to, but I'm not sure that's how the whole twin thing works.

>> With an ass like hers, I don't mind it too much… shame, she seems like your type.

The last text from him made george both laugh and be angry at him sexualising his girl. You laugh, pressing a soft kiss to your boyfriend’s jaw before taking a sip of your tea, "He doesn't know George."

He hums a little bit before typing a reply.

<< It really is a shame, she does have a nice ass.

You scoff, rolling your eyes - Men.

///TO BE CONTINUED/// Chapter Two >>>>>

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 3 years

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Notting Hill AU Snippet #4

The next day and a half passes in a blur. Lena gets a call from a Miss Poppins and nearly crumples the message note to throw it away before a treacherous thought wonders what if.

When she calls the number Brainy scrawled down, she connects with the Ritz. When asked for a room number, she can only respond with "Miss Poppins?"

To her surprise, the clerk patches her through, and an increasingly familiar quiet voice answers. "Hello?"

"Um... hi." Lena nearly smacks herself on the forehead. "It's me. I mean, Lena. I mean. Is this?"

"Hi," Kara responds, and its said in such recognition that Lena releases the breath she'd been holding.

"You called. I'm sorry I wasn't here."

"It's okay. I just... about the other day--"

Realization hits. "Oh, you're calling for payment on the cleaning. Here, let me get my card--" Lena begins to rummage for her wallet, and almost misses Kara's next words.

"No, no, nothing like that. Please, the orange juice is not a big deal."

Lena pauses. "Oh."

"Yeah. No, I called because I wanted to apologize. For how I left."

"Oh." Lena's heart falls. "You mean the..."

"No!" Kara says quickly. Too quickly. Lena's heart lifts again. "I mean, unless you didn't..."

"No! No, I did. I absolutely did."

God. It's like she's never held a conversation before. Lena runs a hand through her hair in frustration. Then--

"Can I see you again?" Kara asks.

Lena almost forgets to answer, she's already nodding. "Yes. When--"

"Tomorrow? Three oclock, here at the hotel?"

"Of course. I'll be there."

---

Lena arrives early, and feels out of place the second she steps into the hotel lobby. She'd thrown on another button down and an open vest for good measure, but she started doing up the buttons as she strode towards the elevator, conscious of the attire and ambience around her.

Catching sight of her reflection in the shine of the elevator doors, she quickly combed through the messy braid she'd thrown her hair into, until it lay tousled and wavy around her shoulders. Better.

Still, her feeling of displacement only grew when the person who opened the door to the room wasn't Kara Danvers.

"Here you go," the stranger said, thrusting a folder of press material towards both Lena and the man approaching from behind. He at least, seemed to know where he needed to be.

"Um, I think--"

But the woman who handed her the packet was already talking again. "Please come on in, make yourselves comfortable, we've got refreshments on the far side of the room." She ushered Lena and the man inside, and guided them towards a free table. "So, how did you enjoy the film?"

Lena freezes, caught in the headlights, but her companion answers swiftly. "Quite enjoyable, and oddly less derivative than I expected. Sort of a... Alien meets Gilmore Girls."

Relief overcomes Lena's confusion, however briefly. She nods. "Totally agree."

"And your names?"

"William Dey, CatCo Worldwide."

Both their gazes turn to Lena. Heart racing, she casts her gaze around the room for anything that could help her. Finally, her gaze settled on a stack of magazines on a nearby table.

"Um. Lena Luthor, with..." She read the magazine sitting prominently on the top of the pile. "Horse & Hound." She nods. "For Miss Danvers, specifically. She may be expecting me."

The woman, who Lena now realizes is Kara Danvers' publicist, nods. "All right. Stay right here and I'll check with her shortly."

Abandoning Lena to her plight, the woman disappears, and Lena can only stand and wait. What are you doing---?

"Miss Luthor?" The woman returns, her eyebrows lifting as Lena turns towards her. "Right this way."

Oh thank god.

Lena's led to a suite further inside the room, and when the door opens she sees Kara Danvers seated on a loveseat, shoulders back and legs elegantly crossed. For the first time, Lena's struck speechless at the sight of her, until she's introduced as a rep from Horse and Hound.

"Oh?" Kara Danvers' brows lift skyward as she renders Lena a quizzical yet amused expression.

Conscious of the publicist who remains in the room with them, Lena settles in for the duration.

"Yes, well, you see our readers are very interested in how the film utilizes its... horses."

"I'd have to say that our options were fairly limited," Kara responds diplomatically, "considering it takes place in a spaceship."

Lena blinks. "Right. Very... humanitarian?"

The publicist dips out again, and Lena almost collapses in relief. "I'm sorry, they asked, and I just answered and I have no idea what I'm doing, I just wanted to see you--"

"No, no," Kara waves away. "It's my fault, I thought all this would be finished by now."

"Listen, are you doing anything tonight?" Lena asks, desperate to see Kara when she isn't bumbling like an idiot.

Kara smiles. "Yes."

Lena closes her eyes. "Right, yes. Of course you are--"

"Make this your last question, please." The publicist chooses that moment to return, pouring herself a glass of water as Lena snaps to attention and back to business.

"And would you consider starring in a film that does include horses, here on terra firma?" she asks. Kara stares at her, an incredulous smile on her lips. "Or hounds, for that matter? Our patronage have a fondness for both. Obviously."

Kara seems on the verge of breaking into laughter, until she realizes that both Lena and the publicist are both waiting on her answer.

"Yes," she coughs out, then covers it by smoothing her skirt across her laugh. "Yes, I would... consider starring in a film with horses or dogs. Perhaps even both."

The publicist clears her throat pointedly. Lena shoots to her feet. "Our readers will be thrilled to hear that, Miss Danvers, thank you for your time."

"Right this way, Miss Luthor, and we'll rush you through the others as well." As the publicist leads her to the door, Lena shoots Kara a plaintive look over her shoulder and mouths a silent help. Kara only grins, covering her giggle with a hand to her lips.

---

Over an hour later, Lena leaves her final interview absolutely drained. She hasn't had to fib so much since she left school. Unbuttoning her vest to breathe, she almost makes it to freedom.

"Miss Luthor!" The publicist is back. Lena plasters on a smile and turns to face her. "Miss Danvers would like a word."

Suddenly, Lena's smile isn't so forced. She follows the publicist back, and this time the Kara Danvers she sees isn't the pristine, impeccable representative of a film, but someone exhausted and half-undressed, with her heels kicked off and hair loose from its french twist. Lena nearly chokes on her tongue.

"Your offer," Kara says. "About tonight. I'm free after all."

"Really? But you said--"

"I told them I had to spend the night with Britain's premier equestrian journalist, so..."

Lena's grin widens, then comes crashing down as she remembers. "Shit! I can't!"

"What? Oh..." Kara's bout of nervous confidence fades to just nerves.

"I'm sorry. It's my brother's birthday, I totally forgot. Fuck."

"All right."

"No, wait! I'm sure I can get out of it. It's totally fine--"

"No, I mean," Kara swallows audibly, but continues, "if it's all right with you, I'll go as your date."

"My... date?" Lena's head starts to spin. "All right. Yes, of course. Right! I'll just pick you up here then? Seven thirty?"

Kara nods, smiling bashfully. "Okay."

"Okay, great!" Lena shoves her hands in her pockets to keep from shaking. "I'll see you then, then."

She doesn't notice the way Kara's gaze of anticipation follows her out the door.

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spasmsofthought · 4 years

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milk + instagram live (t.h.)

I traveled to London (and Oxford), England in March of 2019 for my spring break my sophomore year of university, so some things mentioned here are entirely from personal experience, so please don’t hate me if you’ve experienced something different! I stayed at a hotel in between West Kensington and West Brompton (a few blocks away from West Brompton Station) and one day some family members and I decided to attend a local showing at a cinema nearby and it was SO. DIFFERENT. than the theaters I had been to in the States. IDK, maybe it was just me. The entire experience was like culture shock again in the few days I had been there, so I had to bring that up in this little piece. Also the thing about milk is something I have genuinely wondered about, cause I’ve heard it’s different in England than it is in the USA, but I may be wrong. Let me know! Anyways, I have big love for London (and supreme love for Oxford, sorry) and I’m looking forward to going back someday soon!

The reader is non-celebrity and American, so I’m sorry if that feels exclusionary to any of you, honestly! I thought this might be just a little fun jaunt because I don’t really write real person fiction. Just a bit of fluff.

Sorry for this long intro. Enjoy and let me know what you think! xo

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It’s some sort of exclusive interview for a magazine or something of the sort, you’ve been told; a collection of questions they want you to answer to publish somewhere, to print as something special for one of Tom’s things. That’s all you know. It’s just something you agreed to do after his publicist had asked a few weeks ago. It wasn’t like you did this for a living, so there was an attitude of nonchalance about it all because if they ended up not liking it one bit, they could scrap it all and no harm, no foul.

“Now,” the interviewer begins, a man in his 40′s with balding hair and a slightly crooked nose, sitting in the chair across from you, “I know you just announced that you got married, so congratulations, firstly--”

“Oh, thank you,” hands folded on your lap, smiling sweetly. You know people want their well-wishes to be heard and recorded, but sometimes it’s easy to imagine a completely private life, fame free, in which this isn’t the biggest news in the world (or just the biggest news for a day in the entertainment industry in the United States and England); a life where this is just a normal thing that normal people decide on, there’s a celebration, and that’s really it. It’s not splashed on newspapers and trending on Twitter, even though that can be a fun thing.

“I’ve been really happy these last few months since we got married and was excited to tell all of Tom’s Instagram followers,” there’s a break for a small laugh from you, “There’s been such an abundance of well wishes from everyone and I’ve felt so incredibly lucky because I know not every woman who has been in my position has recieved such a reception.”

The interviewer gives a move of his head in recognition of your words, but his eyes are already flying down the paper he holds in front of him, “There have been quite a few changes that have happened, I’ve been informed, and the first is that you decided to move to London!”

“Ha, yes,” you begin, nodding, “Not only did I just completely intertwine my life with another person’s, but I moved to an entirely new country. There’s definitely a lot of culture shock that has happened these past few months.”

The interviewer kind of chortles along with you, but the awkwardness has already settled in and you can feel it because you are the literal worst at small talk. And that’s all this interview is.

“Any cons you’ve listed already about residing here amongst us?”

“Oh no,” you groan dramatically, trying to lighten up the mood, a hand coming to cover your eyes for a moment, “you have to promise not to tell my husband, because I do have a few things actually.”

“I make no promises, as this interview will be completely up for grabs,” The man holds up his hands and you’re a little disappointed that he doesn’t seem to want to play along with the joke.

You brush it off, though, because he’s either nervous or he’s here for a few questions to be answered and then he wants to be out of here. You get it; you have a job, too, that sometimes squeezes the patience out of you.

“Well for one, the local cinemas are just set up so different than the ones I went to all the time in the States. I still have to prepare myself for the experience every time,” there’s a little bit of an awkward pause.

“We have different cinemas?” He asks, like he’s suspecting something more; something deeper. Maybe he wants something more scandalous? You nod along, though, smiling softly at his confusion. It has always felt funny trying to explain this.

“And I miss people smiling at me in public, on the tube or in the more crowded public spaces where I don’t really know anyone. People are literally so lovely when they invite me into their homes to eat with them and stuff like that, but I’ve only got one reaction from someone for smiling at them. Most of them just stare for a second or ignore me entirely! I don’t know, maybe it’s just me.”

He shrugs, not quite sure what to say to that, because he’s not at fault for it. It seems most people know what you’re talking about when you say this and you’ve garnered that it’s a cultural thing for the most part. You don’t fault anyone for it.

“Also,” your hand comes to scratch at a place above your left eyebrow, “I know this is weird, and I don’t even know if it’s entirely true, but I haven’t drank milk in the months since I’ve moved here because I heard in America that milk is made differently here or something like that. I haven’t been able to gather up the courage to find out if it’s true or not, and I mostly drink water or juice or whatever else so my husband hasn’t bat an eye yet. I just don’t want to ruin my previous experience with milk,” You shrug your shoulders and laugh. Your hands come unclasped and you hold them out in a surrender-like gesture.

Your final answer seems to startle the interviewer, because his laugh is surprised and maybe a bit shocked and leaves just as quickly as it came. The rest of the short conversation, lasting only a few more minutes, continues smoothly. After sitting around in the office for a little while longer, you are free from the place and from (hopefully) ever having to do this again without Tom. Your schedule is blissfully empty for the rest of the day, a Saturday, so you eventually make your way home.

- -

“What’s this I hear about your fear of English milk?” The door opens first and then the voice follows.

Of course, that would be the first thing he says to you after a whole day of not seeing each other.

“Good evening, darling, how was your day?” You quip from the couch, what’s left of your cup of tea gone cold on the coffee table parallel to it. “Oh my day was fine, Tom. I’m glad you’re the one who does the regular rounds with the press, not me, because I was so awkward today. How was yours?”

You hear his keys clink against something, probably the kitchen counter, and then the rustle of a bag. It takes a second but then you see his hands grip to top of the sofa as he leans down towards you. There’s a quick kiss that comes before he rights himself. The marital bliss has not faded away yet given that adoring look in his eyes. It is the same look he gave you standing right across from you the day of your wedding, the same one you saw four months ago on your honeymoon, and the one he gave you last night while getting ready for bed as he brushed his teeth.

“I got something from the shop on my way home,” He wiggles his eyebrows and you know some part of you saw this coming from a mile away.

You know now that the shop means the grocery store because a few months ago you had asked him what the term meant (“it’s so vague, though,” “darling, I’m not going to waste my breath calling it the ‘grocery store.’”). (There are still many British terms you have yet to learn.) You allow yourself to sit up and then turn around to meet him as your knees come to dig into the cushions. Now you both are almost at the same height.

“God, I hate you,” You chuckle, leaning towards him.

“The ring on your finger says otherwise, love,” You roll your eyes but then press an elongated kiss to his lips. There’s a few moments where he gets some in down your neck and behind your ear before he pulls away.

“C’mon,” He says, pulling your arms and almost vaulting you over the couch and onto the cold, hard floor, “to the kitchen we go! You need to drink some milk.” It takes a few more minutes for you both to actually get there, but then he grabs the carton from the bag and a glass from a kitchen cupboard.

He pours a little at the bottom of the glass, not even filling it up a quarter of the way. Part of you wants to shudder, part of you is feeling adventurous enough to be excited. But then he pulls his phone from the pocket of his jeans and asks if he can go live on Instagram. For a moment you consider saying no, simply because you’re not sure if you want to open yourself up to the world of Tom’s Instagram followers watching you try your first taste of non-American milk, but then you decide “why not?” It can’t do any real harm, right?

Tom hands the glass to you and you place it on the counter in front of you as you sit down at a stool. You can see the moment on his face the live video starts and a second later he quickly explains the situation.

It does not take you much longer to become a viral internet meme.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x oc #tom holland x original character #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland one shot #tom holland oneshot #tome holland preference #tom holland fanfiction

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insomniziam · 4 years

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Zigi PR Relationship Analysis

Firstly, I don’t think many people are aware of just how often fake relationships occur in the entertainment industry. They happen all of the time. And it isn’t a new thing, either. It dates all the way back to the early 20th century and what was known as Lavender Marriages, where men would marry women to hide the fact that they were gay. Although the practice has evolved since then, as it’s not necessarily about bearding anymore as it is about attracting attention, whether that be for a movie/tv show/musician/model and create hype around their relationship.

Okay, *cracks knuckles*, onto Zayn and Gigi. Zayn had a lot of people against him for two reasons; abruptly leaving the band and the mess of the end of an engagement to one Perrie Edwards (I haven’t heard that name in a while, LOL). He wanted to release solo music, but because so many people were angry at him he needed a way to distract them, and what better way to do that than a new relationship with an up and coming model who connections to the Karshian/Jenner clan?

A Hollywood publicist who admitted to producing these kinds of relationships had this to say about one of his clients due to a movie that didn’t do so well:

“It was more of a mutual agreement between the agents and we had a male who actually had a movie coming out and it was getting a lot of bad reviews and slack and they wanted to take the negativity of the movie away and make it more about him”

Sound familiar at all? Try swapping at “movie” with “music” and “negativity of the movie” with “recent fandom drama” and bam! You have Zayn Malik circa 2015.

This wasn’t just beneficial to Zayn, either. Hardly anyone outside the US knew who Hadid was, and she had had PR relationships in the past that weren’t all that successful (Joe Jonas and Cody Simpson), so having someone like Zayn who was known world wide thanks to his success with 1D, this would have been a no brainer. And it worked, incredibly well. Everyone was talking about the new up and coming couple and this brought a lot of attention Zayn’s first music video as a solo artist and people outside the fashion realm began paying attention to her. Mission successful.

There’s a lot more I could say about this couple that definitely raises eyebrows (like the fact that she has pulled similar stunts with Cody in the past, both starring in his music video and couple photo shoots), and if you’d like to go into it, feel free to message me or browse my zigi is fake tag. Or better yet, visit some of the many other ziam accounts that go into a lot more detail than I have in the past. I recommend @yaz-the-spaz and @somewhereisaplacethatziamknow off the top of my head. But I hope no one goes over there to be rude and disrespectful, because honestly, what’s the point? If you’re trying to change someone’s mind, you’re not going to do it by insulting them and not bringing anything of substance to the conversation. If you ask politely, I would be more than happy to answer, as I am doing here.

As for your point in regards to how I can look up to someone who would part take in such a stunt I have two responses; he doesn’t like doing it, and he doesn’t have a choice in the matter - that’s just how the industry works. If you look at all the times the paparazzi have “caught” (take this however you want) them leaving that NY apartment. Zayn, and sometimes even Gigi, don’t look like the happy, loved up couple all the articles claim them to be:

I find this one particularly funny because he is holding his own hand and it looks like she just slipped her hand in there for the photo.

And then you have this photo of them finally reconciling in the street conveniently in front of some paps:

He’s not touching her anywhere other than the mouth (look at that starbucks promo lmao), his hands are pockets, and he may have actually missed her mouth:

And in the rest of the photos he looks fed up and barely touches her, if at all:

Remember, this was after they’ve reconciled, and yet he doesn’t look interested her in the slightest.

Even if you think they were an actual couple, this would be an incredibly toxic relationship. They have “broken up and got back together” how many times now? (legitimate question, I have lost count). They paint the narrative like Zayn riddled with mental health problems and Gigi is the only one that can save him, but sometimes, it just gets too much for her:

“A second source explained there was an honest effort to make their second go at their relationship a success. The two “tried hard to make it work,” the source said, but Malik has “a lot of his own issues that she couldn’t help him get through.”

You could make the claim that this quote is made up, but then I could argue the very same thing about every quote ever made about their relationship. Why would you want to support a couple if this is the way they are portrayed?

And then “Zayn” tweets this when Gigi is rumoured to be dating someone else:

“When lord knows I don’t deserve it” What the hell is that supposed to mean? It’s just honestly so fucking gross no matter which way you look at it.

As for your question as to why she would have a baby for PR, look at the amount of attention she has gotten over these pregnancy rumours just in the last few days. Imagine if she would begin talking about it all of the time, all the promotional deals she could get. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was tired of modelling and ends up doing YouTube or something full time.

There is a lot of things that don’t add up with this pregnancy nonsense. Like the fact that she isn’t showing at all despite the fact that, going by the timeline, she is five months along. Not only would she have gotten pregnant immediately after after they apparently rekindled their relationship (which, with her Hashimoto’s disease is incredibly unlikely), but she doesn’t look pregnant in the slightest. That baby is five months along, and is almost completely formed, organs and all. The baby is the size of a mango, and yet her stomach has remained flat this entire time? No growth at all?:

That, and her own father called it gossip. If she has been pregnant for five months at this point, shouldn’t he know that his daughter is pregnant with his first grandchild?

And I will give it to you that she might be drinking decaf, but how about recording yourself horse riding? Not only that, but horse riding in general while you are pregnant is incredibly dangerous to both the baby and the mother’s health:

But as your pregnancy progresses, the risk of serious injury – to you and your baby – increases. If you get thrown from or kicked by a horse after your first trimester, once the baby has moved higher up in the abdomen, there’s little to protect the baby from harm.

What’s more, the jostling motion of horseback riding can increase your risk of placental abruption, a serious pregnancy complication in which the placenta separates from the uterus.

What’s more, is she apparently has Hashimoto’s disease, which makes it incredibly hard to get pregnant in the first place, and can increase the likelihood of a miscarriage. Why would she even want to risk it, given the fact that she already has a high risk pregnancy during a pandemic where healthcare is limited, the likelihood of her getting pregnant is low, and she increases the risk by not even paying attention to the task, but record herself doing so? It doesn’t make a shred of sense.

There’s so much to this narrative that doesn’t add up.

Again, I appreciate the civility, and I like being challenged, it gives me a good opportunity to back up my beliefs in evidence, which I believe to be incredibly important. So if anyone has any other questions feel free to DM or send me an ask.

Disclaimer: Initially this post was a response to someone who responded to an ask I answered way back in April about Gigi’s pregnancy, but was deleted for some unknown reason. I added some parts in to construct a more detailed and accurate analysis.

#zigi #zigi is fake #ziam #ziam is real #pr relationships #babygate 3.0 #repost #analysis

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snowonthebeachmp3 · 3 years

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February 2016

Feb 11th - Kanye debuts his song Famous at his Yeezy fashion show. It contains the infamous lyric, 'I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex / Why? I made that bitch famous.' Gigi Hadid and Austin Swift are quick to express their disapproval. (x)

Feb 12th - Taylor's publicist Tree Paine releases a statement saying "Kanye did not call for approval, but to ask Taylor to release his single 'Famous' on her Twitter account. She declined and cautioned him about releasing a song with such a strong misogynistic message. Taylor was never made aware of the actual lyric, "I made that bitch famous.’" (x)

Ruby Rose condemns Kanye, tweeting, 'Too many lines crossed. If I put myself in the shoes of the women he has hurt recently. Victims of Bill Cosby, the slut shaming, Amber… And now my dear friend Taylor.. Right before another huge moment for her.. Can I still support him and call myself a feminist? A friend? No.' (x)

Kanye claims on Twitter that Taylor thought the lyric was funny and that she came up with it herself. He also claimed Taylor told a mutual friend over dinner that, 'I can't be mad at Kanye because he made me famous!' (x)

Sometime in the days leading up to the Grammys - Taylor's 73 Questions with Vogue interview is filmed in LA (it is not published until April, soon after her Vogue cover is released). In the video, she says she is currently busy 'working out and getting ready for Grammys' (presumably referring to rehearsals since she was the opening performer that year). (Update: turns out the interview was filmed on the 2nd Feb.)

Some other answers she gave in this interview:

What are you completely bored of in life right now? Clickbait.

What's your favourite food? I mean, if we're just saying, like, what I wish I could eat every day if calories didn't count, is like, chicken tenders.

What's one thing you still have from your childhood? My insecurities.

What's something you've always wanted to try but you've been too scared to do? Coachella.

What advice would you give to anyone who wants to become a singer? Uh, get a good lawyer.

What's the one thing you wish you knew at nineteen? If I could talk to my nineteen-year-old self I'd just say, hey, you know, you're gonna date just like a normal twenty-something should be allowed to, but you're going to be a national lightning rod for slut-shaming.

What do you think is the most important life lesson for someone to learn? That karma is real.

Feb 15th - Taylor attends the 58th Annual Grammy Awards in LA. She opens the televised show with a performance of Out of the Woods (x) and debuts her Anna Wintour-esque bob (x).

After her performance, she is seen crying in the audience while Selena (her plus-one for the evening) comforts her. Apparently she is upset about missing a note while performing. (x) (video)

1989 wins Album of the Year, making her the first woman to win this award twice. In her acceptance speech, she references the situation with Kanye, saying, 'I want to say to all the young women out there, there are going to be people along the way who will try to undercut your success, or take credit for your accomplishments or your fame.' (x)

Taylor attends the Republic Records afterparty with friends and then-boyfriend Calvin Harris, who was not there for the awards show itself. (x)

In her 2020 documentary Miss Americana, Taylor had this to say about the 2016 Grammys: (x)

My life had never been better. I had won album of the year at the Grammys for a second time, which I never thought was a possibility. And I remembered thinking afterward, oh my god, that was all you wanted. Oh god, that was all you wanted. That was all you focused on. And you get to the mountaintop and you look around and you’re like, oh god. What now? I didn’t have a partner that I climbed it with that I could, like, high five. I didn’t have anyone I could talk to who could relate to what I was – you know? I had my mom. But I just wondered, shouldn’t I have someone that I could call right now?

Feb 16th - Calvin posts a photo of Taylor accepting her AOTY Grammy to social media with the caption, 'Congratulations to my beautiful girlfriend.' (x) I cannot believe this post is still up 💀💀

Taylor goes for lunch with Scott and Andrea at Cecconi's in LA. (x)

Feb 17th - Taylor is seen out shopping in Beverly Hills. (x)

The NME Awards take place in London at the O2 Academy. Taylor wins Best International Solo Artist but is not there in person. Instead, a pre-recorded video of her accepting the award is played at the ceremony. (x) Her outfit and haircut suggest that the video was filmed on the same day as her Vogue 73 Questions interview at her LA house.

Feb 19th - Taylor announces on Twitter that New Romantics will be the next single from 1989. (x)

She is seen getting off her plane in Reading, PA (x) and visiting her childhood home. (x)

Feb 20th - Taylor is the maid of honour at her childhood best friend Britany Maack's wedding in Pennsylvania. (x) She brings Vogue reporter Jason Gay with her, and he writes about the weekend for Taylor's Vogue cover story, published in the May edition. (x)

A few excerpts from that weekend (not published until almost two months later): (x)

Swift says she is ready to lie a little low. After the wedding, she will go to New York, where she will be spotted dining with her friend Lena Dunham, and then be seen a week later in Los Angeles with her brother, Austin, and her friend Lorde at the Vanity Fair Oscar Party. As for future plans . . . who knows? For the first time in years, Swift is not sure exactly what is next. She is very much OK with this.

So what the hell are you going to do with the rest of your life, Taylor Swift?

“I have no idea,” she says, with a sigh that’s more blissful than anxious. “This is the first time in ten years that I haven’t known. I just decided that after the past year, with all of the unbelievable things that happened . . . I decided I was going to live my life a little bit without the pressure on myself to create something.”

Because I’m a hopeless cheeseball, I can’t help asking: Being part of this wedding, does it make Swift think about being married some day? For the past year, she has been seeing the Scottish DJ-producer Calvin Harris. Harris is not here with her, but in early March, he and Swift will post cutesy notices on social media—his on Snapchat; hers on Instagram—commemorating the one-year status of their relationship. Soon after, both will post photographs of an idyllic, whereabouts-unknown vacation in the tropics, with ts + aw written in the sand. (Harris’s given name is Adam Wiles.)

“I’m just taking things as they come,” Swift says. “I’m in a magical relationship right now. And of course I want it to be ours, and low-key . . . this is the one thing that’s been mine about my personal life.”

“I think the world is so bored with the [Kanye] saga,” she goes on. “I don’t want to add anything to it, because then there’s just more.”

Feb 21st - Taylor donates $250,000 to Kesha after she loses her lawsuit against Dr Luke and Sony. (x)

Taylor goes to New York and visits the Vogue offices. (x) She also meets Lena Dunham for dinner. (x)

Feb 22nd - Demi Lovato tweets, 'Take something to Capitol Hill or actually speak out about something and then I'll be impressed.' The tweet is widely interpreted as shading Taylor following the news of her donation. (x)

Taylor is papped arriving at and leaving Milk Studios, a photography studio in NYC. (x) I think this was when they shot her Vogue cover (she wore a wig for the cover shoot and only bleached her actual hair in April when the magazine came out).

Feb 23rd - Kanye brings up the Famous controversy while onstage at 1 OAK nightclub in LA. He claims Taylor said “Ooh Kanye, I like that line!” when he told her about the line 'I feel like me and Taylor might still have sex.' “Then she won her award and said something completely different! She not cool no more. She had two seconds to be cool and she fucked it up.” (x)

Feb 24th - Taylor and Jack Antonoff go for dinner at the Maia restaurant in LA. (x)

Feb 28th - Taylor attends the Vanity Fair Oscars afterparty in LA. (x) She is photographed with Lorde and Austin.

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