#I'm nosy alright. sue me

[mistressemmedi]

Do people really believe that Toto didn't know Lewis was going to Ferrari? I think Toto was taken by surprise that the transfer was announced before the start of the season, like everyone else.

Idk what goes on in that kitchen but I have my own questions about how what happened behind the scenes

[catmelonwriting]

Arguing with Mori

Warnings: Mori in general, hitting, he's a lil possessive yk, age gap (reader is 18/19, Mori is 40), he's a bitch, not proofread, kinda unhealthy relationship

Characters: Mori Ougai

A/N: this is the only thing I can bring myself to write bc I've been obsessed with Mori recently. Sue me. This is heavily inspired by a scene in Lolita 1997 because that movie is fucking relatable and it's all I can think about recently.

"Alright, that's it."

The car screeched noisily as Mori pulled over, thankful for the relatively empty roads making it an easy task. You two had been fighting over something stupid - but you made it just a little too serious with that last comment.

"You want to disrespect me in my own car? Then get out. You can walk home yourself. I don't care." He hissed.

It was pouring out, and there was even some thunder. It was about 3 miles till you got home, not too long in the car but to walk? It would be terrible. "Are you fucking kidding me?" You scoff, staring at him with disbelief in your eyes. "It's 9pm, pouring rain, and you're gonna make a teenage girl walk home alone? Are you trying to get me killed you dickhead?!"

"I'm not making you do anything. All I want is a simple apology and we can drive home normally, and pretend this didn't happen." He leans back in the driver's seat, taking his hands off the steering wheel.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" You screamed. "Like actually, what is wrong with you?! You say you love me then all you wanna do is fuck! And when we have a normal argument, like a normal couple, you lose your shit and do things like this!" You were going to continue, but you were cut off by the most menacing look you'd ever seen him direct at you. You'd seen that face before, of course, directed at nosy subordinates or people who were doing him wrong, but never at you. Never at you.

You stop talking and move to unbuckle your seatbelt, ready to leave the car, but Mori stops you by wrapping a single hand around both your wrists, pulling them towards him before you could even unbuckle. "I thought you wanted me to leave." You snarled.

"Quite the contrary, dear. I would love for you to stay, but if you're going to keep acting like a little brat I might just shove you out of the car myself." He says smoothly, his voice dripping with condescension.

"Oh, so now you're holding me captive? You're a kidnapper and a creep? I mean seriously, what forty year old man dates-" you're cut off by a harsh slap on your cheek and a stinging sensation as he lets go of your wrists and sighs heavily, resting his elbow on the center console and his forehead in the palm of his hand. "God, you make it so difficult to love you sometimes."

You can't help it. Your lip starts to quiver and you start wailing as you turn around and shove the car door open, pushing yourself out of the car and onto the sidewalk. You begin to run away, you're not sure where you're going but you need to get away. Away from him. You're followed by the sounds of him calling your name and the door of his car opening and closing.

You don't look behind you but you know he's running after you, you can hear his footsteps and the heavy breathing until he finally catches up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him from behind. By now you're both absolutely soaked in rain water, your clothes sticking to your skin and against his as he holds you there.

You turn around so you can sob into his chest, choking and coughing out apologies into his wet jacket. Eventually he leads you back to the car, opening your door for you and buckling your seatbelt.

Once you're both buckled and in the car you're silent. Neither of you can bring yourselves to say anything. You know he's not going to apologize for hitting you no matter how guilty he may or may not feel. He never apologizes, he just brings you designer purses and beautiful makeup the next day and it's enough to get you to forgive him. It always is.

[madebysimblr]

To the Met Ball! (3/3)

Whitney: And remember, if it gets to be too much Boris will take you straight home.

Charlotte: I know! It won't be though!

Darion: You say that now, but this is your first public event, Princess.

Charlotte: I knoooow! I still wish you would have let me go to some when I was a kid!

Whitney: [laughs] I wanted you to have a normal childhood. Sue me.

Charlotte: I just might if we don't get out of this car!!

Whitney: Alright, let's do this!

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[TV BROADCAST]

Joan: And we're back! To the main event really, Whitney Harrington and Darion Meyers have FINALLY arrived.

Lucille: Not that you're biased or anything!

Joan: Maybe I am. I don't care. It helps that they always look good!

Lucille: That is true. They really are that Del Sol couple aren't they!

Joan: They really are. I mean, played a couple on TV and then became one in real life?? It's a fairy tale.

Lucille: Well except for the cheating.

Joan: SUCH old news- and wait what's this? Someone else in the car?? Oh sh**!!!! It looks like Charlotte Meyers is making her red carpet debut!!!

Lucille: Oh my god!! This is HUGE!!

Joan: There has barely been a glimpse of any of Harrington and Meyer's children since any of them have been born! Whitney in particular is incredibly protective of them.

Lucille: Which I don't fault her for!

Joan: I mean I suppose I don't either. But I'm nosy! What are they all like!!??

Lucille: Well Charlotte seems a little nervous… I'm sure this is overwhelming!

Joan: It is quite the event to pick for a debut I'll say that. Right! Fashion! Well, I think Charlotte's pick is very elegant, which I feel is perfectly on theme!

Lucille: Bella was truly such an elegant figure, it's true.

Joan: I also think it's the right touch of 'vampy'

Lucille: She's a new favorite for you I can already tell!

Joan: Maybe! Now, onto her parents. I mean what else do I say but just… Love! Darion embracing his own inner Bella I think with that suit. And Whitney… I mean that woman can do no wrong in my eyes. I'm sure she did her research too!

Lucille: Red really is her color. Such a pity she doesn't wear it more!

Joan: Couldn't agree more!! It does make this such a treat though!

Lucille: [That wraps up our coverage of this year's Met Gala!]

Joan: Tune in again next time!

[khaloymes-a]

@paleontaxi // cont.

A light huff leaves Johnnie at the teasing insult, but he knows it's just that -- a joke. It was true, though, they had been missing each other unintentionally. "Yeah," he agrees, "must be." He still had his doubts about Jarod's well-being, even if he usually seemed exhausted. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him, but since he'd been hard to get in touch with lately, it caused alarm for the journalist.

"I've been busy too, I suppose," he continues, wringing his hands. Yes, this was also true. He'd been writing a lot more than usual, having to cover plenty of stories and pick up others' slack. "But, um, I still worry about you because I often wonder if you take time for yourself. I have to take breaks m myself or I'll practically go insane!" He feels a tinge of guilt for giving unsolicited advice and being nosy, but he also cares about the other man. It was a natural thing for Johnnie, no matter how close he was to the other person.

He perks up at the mention of his family, though, and digs through his pocket for his wallet. "Well, I do worry about them too. Sometimes I'm called a worrywart or neurotic, but...," he cuts himself off, finally retrieving the wallet and opening it. "I don't know how much I've shown you of them, but I know I've talked your ear off about them."

Johnnie gently removes a few small photographs, wanting to show them off to Jarod. He points to the first one, a family portrait. In it was his wife, a beautiful African American woman with a bright smile. She wore a lovely yellow dress and was holding a baby, their daughter. She had a head full of dark, curly hair and looked as content as could be. "Yeah, that's Peggy Sue and our daughter Naomi," he smiles, glancing over at his friend. "Naomi's much older than that now. She's getting big!"

That was who was the subject of his next picture. It showcased her at around the age of four, on her first day of school. "She's really something. Curious as can be and plenty smart," he proudly reports, gingerly tucking the photos back into their place. "That's what I've been up to, I guess. Taking care of work and family." Turning his attention to Jarod, he clearly wanted him to share what he'd been doing lately.

"What about you? Not that it's any of my business, but...I'd like to know something, at least. And you let me know if you ever need anything, alright? I don't mind helping you out."

[fluffypotatey]

alright babes lay it on me:

unfortunately, i only get 12 options for polls, so i can't include every and all of our beloved tacos. and obviously, not all chicken or beef and other tacos are the same, but i'm trying to be broad enough to hopefully fit all T^T

but yeah, because of how broad the poll is, feel free to share your favorite and why! is it because of the meat? the salsa? the toppings? the tortilla? what are your favorite sides to have with tacos? guacamole? queso? rice and beans? street corn? i'm nosy, sue me