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roo-bastmoon · 2 years

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LOCK IT DOWN, Y'ALL

Puppykitties, I do not mean this harshly, but distractions, drama, and sabotage happen with every comeback and never more so than with Jimin.

We are in the fight of our lives for placement on the charts and awards on music programs. We need fewer filtered streams and much higher sales.

WE HAVE MONEY TO SPEND FOR JIMIN AND VERY FEW TO STEP UP AND MAKE AN ACCOUNT TO BUY:

We absolutely cannot focus on trash talk and ship discourse right now.

Yes, I know today there was a lot of excitement. Joon, Yoongi, Tae, JK, and others (many others in the industry) went to Harry Styles' concert today and it very much appears that Jimin and J-Hope did not. How do I know? Because there's photos of the Tannies on their personal time all over my timeline when there should be screenshots of streaming and voting.

It's disappointing because Jungkook just got done saying he was human too and asking us not to stalk him during his private time. I know some folks feel like if you're out in public, you are "fair game." But that's my point: they aren't game, they aren't prey--they are people and they deserve to be able to hang out with their friends and not have it scrutinized and weaponized. So just know it's always best to let THEM be the ones to share such info, like Joon and Tae did on their insta.

You best believe, the more we pressure them like this, the less we'll get of them.

The last time we saw Jikook together off-schedule, just the two of them alone, they got in a car to leave from the airport in April of 2022. A few days later, the gossip rags sabotaged Jimin's first OST With You with a bullshit scandal about missing insurance premium payments and his apartment "seizure" (on paper).

And ever since that day, we have not seen Jikook hang out in any personal capacity, unless you count the arcade in DC with Hobi and Her. Not once have we seen them alone. POINTEDLY.

There's been blurry CCTV photos of two people in a mini mart and whispers from K forums of folks seeing them around the neighborhood, but nothing concrete; they don't even mention each other in TMIs any more.

We KNOW they have hung out, as per inferences from their family, tattoo artist, and boxing coach, but no solid evidence from the primary source, even when directly asked. Again, POINTEDLY.

And yet when they are together for a work thing or online, they get along like a house on fire. They slap butts and tap hands and do cute things for each other's birthdays and get into giggle fits and compliment each other and flirt like crazy on WeVerse. Jungkook has issued several emphatic invitations for Jimin to come to him and told us to look forward to his teaser at midnight.

But they aren't sharing their relationship with us like they used to, so we honestly do not know if they hang out in person much these days.

P.O.I.N.T.E.D.L.Y.

Not because there's any indication of bad blood or a whiff of a breakup. Our little perfectionist is booked and busy, and our golden maknae was taking time to recharge.

You need to remember that since solo era was mentioned, Jimin has been writing, composing, and recording his own songs.

He's traveled abroad multiple times--Chicago, LA, NYC, Paris--to name a few.

He's hosted people who have traveled to Korea to work with him.

The producers admonished him for not taking breaks to eat or shower and in fact sleeping in the studio for many nights.

He's had to rehearse for music shows, concerts, his collab, and his own music videos.

He's been training so hard on new choreo that he was in too much pain to join Jin for his birthday and you KNOW how our boy feels about his members' birthdays.

He's filmed RUN content and commercials and a documentary and all sorts of stuff for his own album.

He's had work as brand ambassador for Dior and Tiffany's beyond just Fashion Week, which was huge.

I've lost count of the number of high-end photoshoots he's done for Vogue, W, Elle, and I don't know what all else.

The man JUST got off a plane the day before from traveling half-way around the world to interview with and perform for Fallon for TWO NIGHTS.

If I were him, I wouldn't dash over to a packed concert less than 24 hours later, either. Doesn't mean I don't love my members, or my partner, or Styles. It means I'm TIRED and I'm protecting my health and energy.

Especially considering there are appearances on television coming up and god knows what else to promote FACE.

AND FACE IS WHAT WE SHOULD BE FOCUSED ON.

I love you all, but I swear to God, if you give your time and energy to the assholes on the timeline attacking Jikook, you are robbing Jimin of the time and energy you should be giving to voting, streaming, buying, and hyping FACE. Which is what they want. They want to siphon that energy from you. Please don't be stupid.

We are grasping for every INCH of space on the charts up against absolute giants this and next week. It would be different if all of ARMY got behind Jimin 24/7 but you know how many little 7s actually behave when push comes to shove. To say nothing of the antis, mantis, multis, and cult working against him with purpose.

Please don't let this kind of crap sabotage Jimin's hard work. Celebrate the fact that some BTS members got to hang out at a concert, and honor the fact that some BTS members had other things to do.

PLEASE snap out of it and stick to our goals. We can debate Jikook all day long after FACE is safely to bed. FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS.

We are in lockdown.

SO LOCK THAT SHIT DOWN.

Love, Roo

#jikook #jimin

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beardedmrbean · 7 days

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Five women say they were raped by former Harrods boss Mohamed Al Fayed when they worked at the luxury London department store.

The BBC has heard testimony from more than 20 female ex-employees who say the billionaire, who died last year aged 94, sexually assaulted or raped them.

The documentary and podcast - Al-Fayed: Predator at Harrods - gathered evidence that, during Fayed’s ownership, Harrods not only failed to intervene, but helped cover up abuse allegations.

Harrods’ current owners said they were “utterly appalled” by the allegations and that his victims had been failed - for which the store sincerely apologised.

“The spider’s web of corruption and abuse in this company was unbelievable and very dark,” says barrister Bruce Drummond, from a legal team representing a number of the women.

Since this article was first published, more former Harrods employees have contacted the BBC saying Mohammed Al Fayed assaulted them.

Warning: this story contains details some may find distressing.

The incidents took place in London, Paris, St Tropez and Abu Dhabi.

“I made it obvious that I didn't want that to happen. I did not give consent. I just wanted it to be over,” says one of the women, who says Fayed raped her at his Park Lane apartment.

Another woman says she was a teenager when he raped her at the Mayfair address.

“Mohamed Al Fayed was a monster, a sexual predator with no moral compass whatsoever,” she says, adding that all the staff at Harrods were his “playthings”.

“We were all so scared. He actively cultivated fear. If he said ‘jump’ employees would ask ‘how high’.”

Fayed faced sexual assault claims while he was alive, but these allegations are of unprecedented scale and seriousness. The BBC believes many more women may have been assaulted.

'Fayed was vile'

Fayed's entrepreneurial career began on the streets of Alexandria, Egypt, where he hawked fizzy drinks to passers-by. But it was his marriage to the sister of a millionaire Saudi arms dealer that helped him forge new connections and build a business empire.

He moved to the UK in 1974 and was already a well-known public figure when he took over Harrods in 1985. In the 1990s and 2000s, he would regularly appear as a guest on prime-time TV chat and entertainment shows.

Meanwhile, Fayed - whose son Dodi was killed in a car crash alongside Diana, Princess of Wales, in 1997 - has become known to a new generation through the two most recent Netflix series of The Crown.

But the women we have spoken to say his portrayal as pleasant and gregarious was far from the truth.

“He was vile,” says one of the women, Sophia, who worked as his personal assistant from 1988 to 1991. She says he tried to rape her more than once.

“That makes me angry, people shouldn't remember him like that. It's not how he was.”

Some of the women waived, or partially waived, their right to anonymity to be filmed - and the BBC agreed not to use surnames. Others chose to remain anonymous. Put together, their testimonies reveal a pattern of predatory behaviour and sexual abuse by Fayed.

The Harrods owner would regularly tour the department store's vast sales floors and identify young female assistants he found attractive, who would then be promoted to work in his offices upstairs - former staff, male and female, told us.

The assaults would be carried out in Harrods’ offices, in Fayed's London apartment, or on foreign trips - often in Paris at the Ritz hotel, which he also owned, or his nearby Villa Windsor property.

At Harrods, other former staff members told us it was clear what was happening.

“We all watched each other walk through that door thinking, ‘you poor girl, it's you today’ and feeling utterly powerless to stop it,” Alice, not her real name, says.

'He raped me'

Rachel, not her real name, worked as a personal assistant in Harrods in the 1990s.

One night after work, she says she was called to his luxury apartment, in a large block on Park Lane overlooking London's Hyde Park. The building was protected by security staff and had an on-site office staffed by Harrods employees.

Rachel says Fayed asked her to sit on his bed and then put his hand on her leg, making it clear what he wanted.

“I remember feeling his body on me, the weight of him. Just hearing him make these noises. And… just going somewhere else in my head.

“He raped me.”

The BBC has spoken to 13 women who say Fayed sexually assaulted them at 60 Park Lane. Four of them, including Rachel, say they were raped.

Sophia, who says she was sexually assaulted, described the whole situation as an inescapable nightmare.

“I couldn't leave. I didn’t have a [family] home to go back to, I had to pay rent,” she says. “I knew I had to go through this and I didn’t want to. It was horrible and my head was scrambled.”

Gemma, who worked as one of Fayed’s personal assistants between 2007-09, says his behaviour became more frightening during work trips abroad.

She says it culminated in her being raped at Villa Windsor in Paris's Bois de Boulogne - a former home, post-abdication, of King Edward VIII and his wife Wallis Simpson.

Gemma says she woke up startled in her bedroom. Fayed was next to her bed wearing just a silk dressing gown. He then tried to get into bed with her.

“I told him, ‘no, I don't want you to’. And he proceeded to just keep trying to get in the bed, at which point he was kind of on top of me and [I] really couldn't move anywhere.

“I was kind of face down on the bed and he just pressed himself on me.”

She says after Fayed raped her she cried, while he got up and told her aggressively to wash herself with Dettol.

“Obviously he wanted me to erase any trace of him being anywhere near me,” she explains.

Eight other women have also told us they were sexually assaulted by Fayed at his properties in Paris. Five women described the assaults as an attempted rape.

'Open secret'

“The abuse of women, I was aware of it when I was on the shop floor," says Tony Leeming, a Harrods department manager from 1994 to 2004. It “wasn't even a secret”, recalls Mr Leeming, who says he did not know about more serious allegations of assault or rape.

"And I think if I knew, everybody knew. Anyone who says they didn't are lying, I'm sorry".

Mr Leeming's testimony is backed up by former members of Fayed's security team.

“We were aware that he had this very strong interest in young girls,” says Eamon Coyle, who joined Harrods in 1979 as a store detective, then became deputy director of security from 1989-95.

Meanwhile Steve, who does not want us to use his surname, worked for the billionaire between 1994-95. He told us that security staff “did know that certain things were happening to certain female employees at Harrods and Park Lane”.

Many of the women told us that when they began working directly for Fayed they underwent medicals - including invasive sexual health tests carried out by doctors.

This was presented as a perk, the women told us, but many did not see their own results - even though they were sent to Fayed.

“There is no benefit to anybody knowing what my sexual health is, unless you're planning to sleep with somebody, which I find quite chilling now,” says Katherine, who was an executive assistant in 2005.

'Culture of fear'

All the women we spoke to described having felt intimidated at work - which had made it difficult for them to speak out.

Sarah, not her real name, explained: “There was most definitely a culture of fear across the whole store - from the lowliest of the low, to the most senior person.”

Others told us they believed the phones in Harrods had been tapped - and that women had been scared of talking to each other about Fayed’s abuse, fearing they were being filmed by hidden cameras.

The ex-deputy director of security, Eamon Coyle, confirmed this - explaining how part of his job was to listen to tapes of recorded calls. Cameras that could record had also been installed throughout the store, he said, including in the executive suites.

“He [Fayed] bugged everybody that he wanted to bug.”

Harrods told the BBC in a statement these had been the actions of an individual “intent on abusing his power” which it condemned in the strongest terms.

It said: “The Harrods of today is a very different organisation to the one owned and controlled by Al Fayed between 1985 and 2010, it is one that seeks to put the welfare of our employees at the heart of everything we do.”

There were a number of attempts to expose Fayed before his death - notably by Vanity Fair in 1995 - with an article alleging racism, staff surveillance and sexual misconduct. This sparked a libel lawsuit.

Mohamed Al Fayed later agreed to drop the case as long as all the further evidence the magazine had gathered of his sexual misconduct in preparation for a trial was locked away. Fayed’s settlement was negotiated by a senior Harrods executive.

In 1997, ITV’s The Big Story reported further serious allegations including sexual harassment and groping - which is classed as sexual assault.

One of the women in the BBC investigation, Ellie, not her real name, was 15 in 2008 when she reported an assault to the police - an allegation that made headlines - but did not result in any charge.

In 2017, Channel 4’s Dispatches broadcast allegations of groping, assault and harassment, with one woman waiving her right to anonymity for the first time. It gave some women the courage to come forward - and was followed by a 2018 investigation on Channel 4 News.

But it is only now, with Mohamed Al Fayed having died last year, that many of the women have felt able to speak publicly about rape and attempted rape.

Cash and NDAs

The BBC documentary reveals that, as part of Gemma's settlement in 2009, she had to sign a non-disclosure agreement (NDA), a legally-binding contract which ensures information remains confidential.

She says after she was raped, she contacted a lawyer who told Harrods she was leaving her job on the grounds of sexual harassment. Gemma says she did not feel able, at that time, to disclose the full extent and seriousness of Fayed's assaults.

Harrods agreed she could leave and it would pay a sum of money in exchange for her shredding all evidence and signing an NDA. Gemma says a member of Harrods’ HR team was present as the shredding took place.

The BBC has heard that women were threatened and intimidated by Harrods' then-director of security, John Macnamara, to stop them speaking out.

Fourteen of the women we spoke to recently brought civil claims against Harrods for damages. The shop's current owners, who are not asking women to sign NDAs, started settling these in July 2023.

It took Sophia and Harrods five years to reach an agreement. In her case, the store expressed regret but did not admit liability. Many more women are now considering legal action against Harrods.

#nunyas news #had to wait till he was dead I guess

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sequinsmile-x · 1 year

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Time Went On for Everybody Else

Despite how much he would miss the place he learnt how to be part of a family again, he found himself kneeling on the ground where his blood had once marked the carpet, his eyes fixed on the spot where he had almost lost his life.

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This all came from a conversation I had with @hancydrewfan about Aaron continuing to live where Foyet attacked him.

Someday y'all will learn if you say something offhanded to me this will happen...or you all know exactly what you're doing. I know what I'd put my money on 😉

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Warnings: Mentions of blood/previous injury. Pregnancy.

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At first, it hadn’t bothered him.

He hadn’t had time to think about what had happened to him in the place he called home. The pull at his still healing scars on his chest and abdomen enough of a reminder alongside his son’s empty bedroom full of clothes Aaron knew he would grow out of before he saw him next. When he was finally released from the hospital, Emily by his side with his bag slung over her shoulder after she insisted on driving home, the blood stain he knew must have been left behind was gone.

He’d since found out in the years that had passed that Penelope had cleaned it up. She’d come over with bleach and her bright pink rubber gloves and scrubbed the floor until it was as good as new, leaving no physical trace of what Foyet had done to him in the one place he should have been safe.

When Haley died, murdered in the place they had bought together, young and naive and so sure it would be their home forever, he sells the house. He can’t bare the thought of raising his son where he had lost his mother. Aaron couldn’t walk into their old bedroom where he’d found her body without being able to smell her blood in the air or walk past the room where he had killed Foyet. The sound of his facial bones fracturing under his fists echoing throughout the house in the middle of the night, the ghost of it only ever one step behind him.

Aaron knew that he could have moved, that he could have used the money he got from the house sale to buy somewhere new, but his overriding concern was making sure that Jack had some familiarity. His decision to stay, to live in the place he’d been attacked, was solidified when he brought Jack home after Haley’s funeral and he saw his son physically relax as soon as they were in the apartment, his tiny shoulders loosening from stress he never should have been burdened with at his young age.

Jack felt safe there, and that was enough for Aaron to stay.

When he and Emily first started talking about moving in together, something they already did in all but name when the conversation came around, her moving into the apartment he once only shared with his son seemed like the most natural idea. She had no real connection to the apartment she’d moved into on her return from Paris, and she made no secret of the fact she’d never finished unpacking. She told him once, early on in their relationship as they were wrapped up around each other in the bed that was now theirs, that she never fully unpacked. It was a hangover from her childhood when she’d never lived anywhere long enough to have roots. She’d always leave at least one box packed, a way of reminding herself that nothing lasted forever. Something that life had continually reminded her of again and again.

Aaron felt nothing short of pride when she unpacked everything when she moved in with him and Jack. A smile on her face and a thin sheen of sweat on her brow as she collapsed the last of the boxes without saying anything. He’d pulled her in for a hug and a kiss, tasting her smile as he welcomed her home.

Eighteen months down the line they were moving again, into a house she’d bought them but they’d chosen together, her trust fund financing a home that they’d both been looking for longer than either of them would admit. It felt strange for the apartment to be empty, all of their furniture and belongings either already at the new house or about to be on their way in the moving truck. The emptiness of the apartment somehow made it seem bigger and smaller at the same time, leaving him unsure how so many of his memories with Jack and with Emily had taken place in such a relatively small space.

This was the place his son felt safe again after so much uncertainty. It was where Emily had grown close to them and become part of their family. The kitchen was where Emily and Jack had tried to make him breakfast on his birthday, narrowly avoiding having to call the fire department when he happened to get out of bed and find them. The living room was where he’d proposed to the woman he was now lucky enough to call his wife, a simple night in watching a movie turning into more as he realised he couldn’t wait any longer to give her the ring he’d bought even before she’d moved in.

The master bedroom was where she’d told him he was going to be a father again only a couple of weeks ago, their hopes from the last year finally coming to fruition, the timing of the move perfect.

Despite all of that, despite how much he would miss the place he learnt how to be part of a family again, he found himself kneeling on the ground where his blood had once marked the carpet, his eyes fixed on the spot where he had almost lost his life. He’d seen the crime scene photos and could picture the bloom of the stain when he closed his eyes, a grim pattern he knew he’d never quite be free from.

“Honey, the truck is ready to go and…”

Emily fades off as she walks into the apartment, the sentence she’d walked in already saying lost as she finds her husband sitting on the floor in a space that was all too familiar to her. She blows out a steady breath, her teeth sinking into her lower lip as she makes a decision on the spot. She turns back to look into the hallway and she smiles at Penelope and Jack who were standing just a few paces away.

“Jack, sweetie, why don’t you go with Aunt Pen and follow the truck, your dad and I will be there soon, ok?”

Jack nods enthusiastically, any usual desire to be wherever she and Aaron were lost to his excitement over the move and his fascination with the large truck that held most of their belongings.

“Ok!” He says, and Emily winks at him, grateful that he is so agreeable and once again, foolishly, hoping that the tiny baby inside of her would one day be the same. Something Aaron told her was absolutely not going to happen because it was half her. Emily looks at Penelope who nods, an understanding smile on her face as she loops her arm around the little boy’s shoulders, not so quietly whispering to him that they’d get a McFlurry on the way.

Emily watches them go and gives herself a moment before she steps back into the apartment that was now empty apart from her husband and she closes the door behind her. She walks over to him and places her hand on his shoulder, smiling as she squeezes it when he looks up at her.

“You ok?” She asks, and he nods before he looks back at the ground, his eyes fixed on the spot her gaze would still drift to on long nights when sleep escaped her and she made her way from their bed to the couch. She sighs and sits next to him, something that seemingly snaps Aaron out of whatever trance he was in for a moment as he reaches out, his hands on her hips as he helps guide her down to the ground.

“Em, you shouldn’t be-”

“Aaron, I am 8 weeks pregnant I can get on and off the floor quite easily,” she says, cutting off his already frequent attempts to help her or try to convince her she shouldn’t be doing something, “As soon as it becomes an issue you’ll be the first to know.”

He smiles and nods, letting her settle next to him without further comment. She wraps her arms around one of his and kisses his shoulder before she rests her head against it, content to sit in silence until he was ready to talk. It was one of the many things they had in common - their need to work through something by themselves before they let someone else in. A side effect of both of their childhoods that they were working on together, each of them becoming the other's safe space.

“Dave asked me once why I never moved after Foyet,” Aaron says, his voice quiet as he continues to stare at the carpet, “I considered it when I was still in the hospital, the thought of coming back here was…a lot.”

“Why didn’t you?” She asks, already knowing the answer but allowing him to talk it through.

“At first the thought of moving also a lot. I’d lost Jack and Haley and Foyet was still out there,” he says, clearing his throat, “Some nights I sat here and waited for him to come back to finish the job.” The mere thought of it makes her freeze, her hold on his arm tightening as her breath catches in her throat. “Then after Haley died and I sold the house…”

He drifts off and she sighs, finishing his sentence for him, “You wanted somewhere Jack would feel at home.”

He nods, turning his head as he finally tears his eyes from the floor so he can kiss her forehead, “Yeah. That felt more important than anything else.”

She tilts her head to look up at him and smiles softly, releasing one of her hands from around his arm to cup his cheek. She pulls him in for a kiss, her thumb pressed into his dimple. When she pulls back she smiles at him, her hand still on his cheek as she looks at the floor herself, swallowing thickly as familiar panic climbs up her throat.

“I’ll always remember just knowing that something was wrong that morning,” she says, chuckling humourlessly as she shakes her head, “I still can’t explain why, Pen likes to say now that it’s because you and I are meant for each other. That some unknown force let me know you were in danger because I love you,” they both laugh at the suggestion, and she looks at him, her eyes shining, “The ridiculous thing is I was completely in love with you at the time I just didn’t know it yet.”

Aaron presses his forehead into hers, “I was in love with you too.”

She already knew that, their long-felt mutual feelings for each other something they had both admitted to in the early days of their relationship, but it still felt good to hear. Good to know that she wasn’t alone in sometimes wondering what would have happened if they’d given in to their feelings long before they had. She liked to think if they’d been together then, if she’d gone home with him that night, that she would have been able to save him.

“When I got here and called you, and heard your cell was inside, and when I realised your door was open. When I saw the blood…” she clears her throat, looking back at the floor again as she blows out a shaky breath, “I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared,” she laughs bitterly, “And I was once undercover as a terrorist’s girlfriend.” He joins in on the laughter, the sound loud and out of place given what they were talking about, but she smiles widely at him, a sure sign that was the response she’d been hoping for, “It’s why I was so insistent on helping you afterwards. Driving you to and from work, paying for your medical bills-”

“You…” he pulls back to look at her, his brow furrowing, “You paid for my medical bills?”

She feels her cheeks flush, embarrassment that she hates flooding her body and making her feel warm, “Yes,” she replies, biting the inside of her cheek, “Who do you think paid for it?”

“I always assumed Dave, I guess,” he says, tilting his head at her, his eyes full of love and wonder “Why didn’t you tell me?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know. It didn’t feel important.”

“Em-”

“It’s just money, Aaron,” she says, a comment that had become a frequent one recently as they finalised everything about the move, “It’s something I have an abundance of, and at the time it was the only way I could love you.”

He stares at her for a moment but he drops it, nodding before he smiles at her, “It isn’t the only way anymore.”

She nods and she rests her head against his shoulder again, “No, it isn’t,” she sighs, her stomach rolling in a way it always seemed to these days, “We should get going though before I throw up on the carpet.”

He places his hand on her still flat stomach, “Baby giving you trouble?”

She hums, “As always.”

He stands up first before he offers her hand, smiling when she rolls her eyes but takes the help anyway, letting him pull her up onto her feet as she grimaces at the way her stomach rolls again. He pulls her into a hug, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he looks at the carpet again, the invisible reminder of the violence he’d survived here flashing in his head.

It wouldn’t be in the new house, a place where they could start afresh. His first home where violence didn’t linger in the background. His father’s anger ever-present in his childhood, Foyet’s ghost in the house he’d shared with Haley and then the one he shared with Emily and Jack. The new house would be free of it. A place where they could raise and add to their family.

A place where they would all be safe.

“You ready to go?” She asks, pulling back and smiling at him, and he knows if he says no, if he says he wants to stay, she will do. But he doesn’t want to.

He doesn’t need to.

“Yeah,” he replies, linking their fingers together as he tugs her towards the front door, “I’m ready.”

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badgallly · 2 years

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The Chosen One//Part One

hey guys, how are you feeling? I come with another kylian imagine, this one is a little bigger and will also have other parts. Today I'm inspired haha. enjoy the story and send me requests too. and sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language. stay well, xoxo.

Hello, I'm Y/N, I'm 22 years old and I just wanted to be a normal young woman. To have dreams of going to college, to have financial stability, to buy my own apartment, to have a beautiful family in the future.

Nowadays I work at this luxury club on the outskirts of Paris, against my will of course, as I owe the manager a very large debt and now I owe her more than 200,000 euros. Here in this place I have already been humiliated, abused and assaulted several times, I feel powerless in this place.

About the club?? Several celebrities have come here, from Hollywood actors to football players (those who are most present here).

Today, we will have a special presence that will come to visit the club for the first time and will participate in the auction, the world famous French player Kylian Mbappé.

They hold these auctions most of the time a celebrity appears and today will be no different.

What do I really expect? May I not be chosen by this kylian mbappé, because I'm already tired of being just a disposable object in the hands of these millionaires.

I feel sad actually, there goes another night that I'm going to be put "for sale", it saddens and disgusts me at the same time. And here I am, my long black hair falling down my back in a shiny black dress that's tight as hell, next to other escorts who will also be participating in the auction.

The house is already very busy we are mixed around the hall, today we are not all for sale, we are exclusively "in the window" just for mbappé arghhh.

Soon screams and flashes are heard forming at the entrance to the club. It's him, mbappe has arrived! everyone present at the club turns to look at kylian mbappé arriving accompanied by fellow player Achraf Hakimi, and some security guards. They sit in the VIP part of the club.

A few hours later I hear Rose's call to the club's manager.

--Venez tous, entrez dans le couloir et attendez, présentez-vous quand je vous appelle, d'accord ?(Come on everyone, walk into the hallway and wait, introduce yourself when I call you, okay?)

We all nod and wait.

Soon we are called, we stand in line. And there was the well-known Kylian Mbappé. I had only seen him on TV in the last world cup, and I would be lying if I didn't find him handsome and attractive, especially in those sophisticated clothes he was wearing.

rose starts talking

__ Et il y a encore un détail que vous dez savoir, celui qui sera choisi devra passer 1 semaine avec M. Mbappé pour uneimportant réunion de travail dans son club. (And there is one more detail you need to know, whoever will be chosen will have to spend 1 week with Mr. Mbappé for an important working meeting in his club.)

When Rose finishes what she said, you can see the eyes of many smile of happiness, but for me just a chill runs down my spine with such information. 1 week ? Serving this capricious man? Fear took over my body at that moment. I mentally pray to God not to be the chosen one.

#kylian x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe #kyky #kylian #mbappe x reader #mbappe psg #mbappé #mbappe #kylian imagines

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(sam reid) [THE MAESTRO]. Please welcome [LAURENT DE CHEVALIER (HE/HIM)] to Huntsville, WV. They are an [35]-year-old [VISITOR] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [FREELANCE COMPOSER]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

Character Inspiration: Lestat De Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles), Vivienne De Fer (Dragon Age), Molly O'Shea (Red Dead Redemption), Cersei Lannister (GOT), John Seed (Far Cry 5), Ilithyia (Spartacus), Ransom Drysdale (Knives out), Milady De Winter (The 3 Musketeers), Rosalie Hale (Twilight), Alexis Rose (Schitts Creek), Emma Frost (X-men).

NAME: Laurent De Chevaliers BIRTHPLACE: Paris, France NICKNAMES: The Maestro AGE: 35 HEIGHT: 6ft 1

EYE COLOUR: Blue HAIR COLOUR: Blonde, worn long to his shoulders. SEXUALITY: Bisexual OCCUPATION: Hollywood/Freelance composer HUNTER/GATHERER?: Neither

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single FAMILY: Louis De Chevaliers (Father ), Adeline De Chevaliers (Mother), Sylvia Aupair (Maternal Grandmother), Phillipe Aupair (Maternal Uncle) RELIGION: None

PERSONALITY: + Charming, Hard Working, Ambitious - Vain, Arrogant, Aloof MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Neutral MBTI: ENTJ STAR SIGN: Scorpio TEMPERAMENT: Choleric SIN: Vanity GREEK GOD: Aphrodite 'The Goddess of Love, Beauty and Pleasure'

TW: 20+ year age gap, Coercion, blackmail (if you squint)

Laurent was born in Paris to Louis and Adeline De Chevaliers, 2 well known bohemian/hippies who were semi-successful authors. They did not take much to do with their son.

Laurent was an only child, cared for mostly by his rich Grandmother Sylvia who lived in a lavish apartment close to the Louvre. She was a strict, but overtly glamorous woman that Laurent adored.

Laurent grew into a snippy, vain teenager that liked to smoke long cigarettes in Parque Monceau, and drink cheap bottles of Champagne with his other music obsessed friends.

Laurent met Claude Babineaux when he was 16 and by the time they were 17, they were dating. Claude was a quiet but handsome boy that Laurent had teased mercilessly until Claude had kissed him hard on the Pont Neuf.

Claude came from a very well of family, and was adamant that his father could not find out about them. Laurent agreed and their relationship became a clandestine one, were they met mostly at his grandmothers apartment, or out in public. This continued for 2 years.

Laurent was 19 and just about to start at The Conservatoire de Paris, when Claude's father paid him a visit. Mr Babineaux was 20 years his senior and offered Laurent a cool few million and a place at the prestigious Université Côte d'Azur in Nice if he cut all contact with his son.

24 hours previously, Laurent had sat with Claude in Parque Monceau and told him he loved him. Now, he was taking money from his lovers father. The night ended with Laurent on his back and Mr Babineauxs hand in his hair. Laurent couldn't quite figure out which was the worst part. The fact that he so willingly took a bribe from his boyfriends father, or the fact that he fucked him afterward.

The next morning, Laurent was on a train to Nice and had cut all contact with Claude. He has not seen him since and often wonders does he know what Laurent did that night. Did that hurt more than the leaving. Laurent thinks about Claude often, but the memories are all sad ones now.

Laurent moved to Monaco after his graduation, and began working for the Monte-Carlo Philharmonic Orchestra. He played First chair Violin for 7 years, before becoming a conductor for 2.

It was around a year or so before he came to America, that he began writing his own scores for sale to Hollywood. He remained with the philharmonic and this is were most of his wage came from, but his freelance composing earned him a hefty penny on the side.

Laurent was invited to Hollywood to work as lead composer for some high brow, multimillion dollar period piece, so he left his home in Monaco about 4 months ago.

Laurent's eccentric uncle Phillipe had lived on a ranch in Virginia since the late 90s, fulfilling some strange cowboy fancy. Laurent flew to NYC and then, took a trip down south to visit his Uncle before ultimately, flying on out to California.

On the way down, in a car just small enough for the tight little country roads, Laurent got good and lost and when he did finally find a store to pop into for directions, it was too late. Huntsville had him.

He tried and tried, for a solid month to get out, driving for hours and always finding himself back at the same fucking welcome sign. It was enough to drive him mad for a while.

So, he went out and bought a Piano and a cheap violin that he replaced all the strings on, and shoved it all into an apartment that was so terribly small he almost knocked the kitchen wall through to make some space. For the past month, he's been writing, playing and drinking red wine while he pours over books in a bar downtown.

Lil' Bits.

He's a right handed Scorpio, who likes a good Bouillabaisse and thinks rock music is just the fucking worst.

He often wears fine tailored suits and likes a Cuban heel.

His teeth are perfect, 0 fillings and 0 issues EVER. He's very smug about it

He drinks champagne and red wine mostly, but will maybe indulge in the odd whiskey sour.

French is his native language, but he also speaks English and German. He can speak a little Spanish but doesn't quite understand it well enough to hold a conversation. He refuses to speak Italian.

His favourite colours are Blue, Silver and White

He holidayed in Portugal before coming to America and found it too Touristy but adored the dancing culture

He has worn his hair long since he was 15. This man is also waxed from the eyebrows DOWN.

He prefers playing the Piano and Violin, but can also play the Harpsicord and the Guitar (though he isn't overly great at either)

He has a thing for muscles and long necks. He likes brunette women and men that look like him.

#intro.#bio.#huntsvilleintro

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livingonthecotedazurrealestate · 1 month

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Luxury houses French Riviera | Living On The Cote d'Azur

#Paris france real estate #Luxury houses French Riviera #Villa cote dazur for sale #Cannes apartments for sale #Flat for sale paris france

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kmp78 · 1 month

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“Yep, it's a big city with 40000 boroughs. 😂. “. - Actually there are only 5 boroughs in Manhattan (often mistakenly called neighborhoods) but over 350 actual neighborhoods throughout the 5 boroughs!! Here’s a slightly gossipy mini travel log some might enjoy. Humor me.

The old money billionaires (like Paris Hiltons family type) mostly live in mid-town Manhattan around Central Park and the exclusive Gramercy Park neighborhood with its resident’s personal key to a locked private park along with their apartment (highlighted in JL’s WeCrashed mini-series.) Gramercy Park was the home of Roosevelt, Thomas Edison, literature and theater luminaries of the early 20th century such as Truman Capote and Edith Wharton and is currently the home of celebrities such as Midler, Delevigne and assorted top models, J. Roberts, Lagerfeld, Fallon and Kate Hudson.

Lots of artsy folks and big film, sports and fashion celebrities; Timberlake, Swift, B and Jay Z, T Brady, Lewis Hamilton, DiNiro, ScarJo, J. Gyllenhaal, Reynolds and Lively, Styles and many more, live or have lived in the lower Manhattan neighborhoods that JL likes to hang out in when he is in town. These include neighborhoods like Tribeca, SoHo, West Village, the Bowery and Chelsea; all home to some of the best boutiques and endless areas to eat and mingle in NYC. FYI:The Bowery is the 7th most expensive neighbor-hood in Manhattan. Lewis Hamilton’s 12,000 sf penthouse in Tribeca recently sold for 50+/- million US dollars!!! Yes, you heard that right and he made somewhere around 6 million $ on the sale. 😵‍💫

Sparked by the influx of successful hip-hop artists and the Barkley Center, many musicians, athletes and successful actors live near or in Brooklyn in places like Dumbo, Red Hook, Park Slope or Williamsburg. Hathaway, Damon, A. Driver, Sarsgaard and M Gyllenhaal, Blunt and Krasinski, Bork, Nora Jones, Hawke, O Wilde, E. Murphy and many more all have homes in Brooklyn.

Queens has several less expensive neighborhoods like Sunnyside, Howard Beach and Astoria (one of the cheapest neighborhoods to live in). While there is an young active nightlife in Astoria and one or two other neighborhoods, Queens is a safer, less expensive place young people go to start out or raise a family. The Fresh Meadows neighborhood was the home of not famous at all, me. 😁

The Bronx has some of the poorest and toughest neighborhoods (around Yankee Stadium) though there are some very beautiful and well kept areas and many old stately stone homes. It’s trying hard to come back.

Staten Island is a much quieter more residential part of the city filled with highly ethnic (heavily Italian) blue collar working class families. (Think Jersey Shore on TV). While a few mid century actors lived there many years ago, no one famous except briefly Pete Davidson who was raised there, seems to want to live there now. Fun Fact: The characters in the movie “Working Girl” starring Harrison Ford and Melanie Griffith, Sigourney Weaver, Alex Baldwin and Joan Cusak are in Staten Island for this flick. Don’t miss this 1988 rah rah rom com feel good movie classic!! (Free by Hulu or Disney subscription or 2.99 Amazon rental or 3.99 some other places in US. Maybe free somewhere but worth a few bucks) You will see the actual SI ferry from the island to Manhattan which you must take daily to get to NY and hear the true Staten Island classic NY accent at its best! Great story and music too !

Well, nobody asked for all this but it is a very awesome city in which I lived, worked for many years and know well ! Beautiful, very exciting, exceptionally cultural and immensely historic (don’t get me started) but expensive to live in for the most part. And now you can all trace JL and Thinnie’s whereabouts around town! 🤪

Thanks, anon! 🤭🙌

I wonder why JL decided not to splurge on a NYC pad anyway, after being on the look-out couple years ago. 🤔

Guess his deal with Bowery saves him a big penny! 🤷🏼‍♀️

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AkkTheo celebrating a romantic Christmas in Paris~

Prior to his time in France, Akk knew that Christmas was a largely commercial holiday in many countries. Sure it had many more connotations in those countries; a time of being together with family and friends, gathering to share warmth and light in the cold dark, and most importantly the sharing of kindness and generosity. But in Thailand where the bulk of individuals were Buddhist and there was never much of anything in the way of a winter wonderland, the most Akk looked forward to were the Christmas lights in the mall along with cotton fluff snow and maybe a present if his other friends were in the mood to exchange.

So upon moving to Paris for his program and staying with Theo, Akk had a feeling Theo would be more excited for Christmas. The other boy had spent many of his formative years in France, living with a different culture, so naturally, his affinity for the winter holiday would be different than Akk's.

Akk did not anticipate the degree to which he would be correct.

Winter came swiftly upon the European city and Theo was already prepared with piles of sweaters, warm coats, scarves, hats, and gloves. All of which were shared with Akk, who had come completely unprepared for the cold.

"I thought we were going back to Thailand for the winter," Akk groused as he huddled down into his borrowed scarf which smelled like Theo's expensive cologne.

"We'll go back for the new year," Theo promised as he reached for Akk's gloved hand which was further stuffed into a jacket pocket. "I want you to experience Christmas here with me! We'll get mulled wine, gingerbread cookies, maybe make a croquembouche and decorate it like a Christmas tree..." Theo rambled on and Akk took a mental snapshot of Theo's sparkling eyes against the backdrop of nighttime Paris, awash in the gold and red of Christmas lights. It would have had to be a color print, Akk decided, for only then could the wash of colors in Theo's brown hair be truly appreciated.

As Christmas approached, Akk watched as lights went up in their shared apartment along with a genuine pine tree that Theo bought from a tree lot and had Akk help him drag up the three flights of stairs. The entire apartment was filled with the smell of pine which made Akk sneeze until he acclimated. Boxes of old ornaments from Theo's grandmother were brought out and Theo told Akk the story of each ornament painted by a child Theo.

Their date nights after classes were spent going to shops to see their Christmas displays. Gifts on sale were purchased for family along side cups of warm mulled wine as Theo promised. Akk made a particular attempt to keep his gift secret, waiting for Theo to wander off to the other side of the jewelry shop before purchasing it.

Instead of gingerbread cookies, Theo could only find ginger snaps filled with bourbon cream which Akk found overly sticky and sweet, until he had one with extra bourbon and sprinkled with a hint of nutmeg. Dark chocolate oranges, however, became Akk's favorite holiday treat as opposed to Theo's preference for peppermint bark.

Christmas day itself was spent with a late morning, Akk refused to get out of their warm bed to face the cold morning, but emerged once Theo made coffee. Afternoon lunch was cold sandwiches as they both worked to prepare their private holiday dinner.

Shopping for the smallest turkey possible had still been quite a task and Akk was sure they'd be eating its remains for the next two months. Theo had also insisted on other traditional items like gougeres, roasted carrot soup, gratin dauphinois, and green beans almondine.

"It'll be worth the work," Theo promised as he sliced potatoes on the mandolin. "You'll see."

"I can't even pronounce half these dishes, Theo," Akk said as he mixed choux pastry for the gougeres.

"You don't have to pronounce them. Just eat them with me later."

After all their hard work, Akk had to admit that the small dining table lit with candles and decorated with holly was quite romantic, even with all their dishes piled around it. Theo fed Akk the first bite of everything and Akk begrudgingly admitted that the traditional dinner had been quite good.

Snow began to fall again as Theo and Akk looked out over the Paris skyline, glasses of dessert wine in hand. "So, how was your first Christmas in Paris," Theo asked as he took a sip, his other hand fussing about in one of his cardigan pockets.

"Colder than I expected," Akk replied before thrusting a small jewelry box at Theo. "So here's your reward for making Christmas interesting."

Theo frowned. "That's not the point of Christmas," he said as he took the box. "I- Oh..." Theo's expression softened as he looked at the silver bracelet with a camera charm.

"Just something small," Akk said with as much nonchalance in his voice as he could spare. "I know I already gave you a ring but..."

Theo huffed and finally pulled out what he'd been fussing with in his cardigan pocket. "Then here, this is for you. Something just as small." In the candlelight, Akk realized it was one of the other bracelets from the jewelry store, the one with a book charm instead.

With one hand, Akk gently accepted the bracelet and with his other, he cupped Theo's cheek and pulled him in for a kiss.

In the coming Christmases, regardless of where Theo and Akk were, Akk's photo of their clasped hands with matching bracelets shining in the light was always in the forefront of their decorations.

#enchante #akktheo #prompt spam weekend #winterpromptspam2023

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bluejay757 · 11 months

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I need everyone to stop saying Marinette is a rich kid

I've seen people say this multiple times on here and it's driving me nuts. Marinette is not a rich kid. The two main arguments I've seen is that she goes to a private school and that her parents own their own business. Which is somewhat laughable. Yeah sure her parents bakery has been called " the best is Paris " but it's still a small business, anyone who knows anything about running a business knows that you have to make an insane amount of sales just to break even. Their bakery is ran by just Tom and Sabine, in a kitchen above the apartment they live in. Why do you think they haven't hired a third employee? The second argument I see is that she goes to a private school, except she doesn't. Just because Adrien and Chloe go there doesn't mean its a private school. Marinette's not a rich kid, she's not even middle class, she's POOR. I mean really think about it, Chloe hates Marinette because she's a 'bakers daughter' what exactly do you think she means by that? That she's not rich like her, that's what. Why do you think she hates Marinette the most out of all the other middle class kids in her class? Not to mention the fact that she doesn't even have a real bedroom, for fucksake her room is an ATTIC. And are you really ignoring the parallels between Gabriel and Emilie's relationship to Adrien and Marinette's? Emilie was an upper class "princess" who fell in love with a poor aspiring designer. Adrien is an upper class "prince" who fell in love with Marinette, an aspiring designer, and you're going to deny that she's poor? Or even middle class? You're going to insist that she's rich.

She's not rich.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #cat noir

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I need to lock away my Amex. Eurostar is having black friday week sales and a same day trip on a saturday from Paris to London cost 78€.

I can wake up at 6am, take the 8.12am from Paris Nord. Be in London at 9.30 local time. See the portrait of Dorian Gray with Sarah Snook during the afternoon show and be back at my place in France at midnight.

That would be an amazing thing right. Seeing Sarah Snook and Jeremy Strong only a few weeks apart.

Please tell me not to do it

#my stuff

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Do you know anything about Brount?

When did Maxime first meet/get him, and what happened to Brount after Thermidor? ;0;

Good questions! I may have the answer to the first one, but unfortunately not the second…

The first sign of what could be Brount is in a letter Robespierre adressed to ”a young girl” 6 June 1788 (incidentally, it’s the same letter that was put up for sale a few days ago). In it he writes ”Is the puppy (petit chien) you are raising for my sister as pretty as the model you showed me when I passed through Bélhune? Whatever it is, we will always welcome it with distinction and pleasure. We can even say that, however ugly it may be, it will always be lovely.” Both historians JM Thompson, Peter Mcphee and Hervé Leuwers have concluded that the ”young girl” must have been one Mlle Dehay, who also gave Robespierre a cage of canaries in 1782. If the puppy here actually is Brount, it means that he 1, was born 1788 and thus six years old when his master died, and 2, was originally meant to be Charlotte’s dog.

After this, not much is known. In 1791, Charles-Engelbert Oelsner reported the following anecdote (cited in Robespierre: a Revolutionary Life by Peter Mcphee), but is impossible to know if the dog in question is Brount:

At Madame de Kéralio’s I have seen him (Robespierre) hold himself apart for an hour, playing with a big dog.

Élisabeth Lebas, our most authentic source on the subject, only has this to say in her memoirs:

He (Robespierre) had a dog named Brount whom he loved a lot, the poor animal was very attached to him.

Inside the work in which Élisabeth’s memoirs were published, Stéfane-Pol (Paul Coutant), it’s author, also adds the details of 1, Robespierre letting Brount bath in the Seine, and 2, Robespierre bringing Brount with him when going for walks with the Duplay family on the Champ-Élysées. However, these may just be embellishments, considering both Élisabeth and her son Philippe died before Coutant was even born, and thus hardly could have shared them with him.

The historian Hamel gives us even more details, claiming to know both what dog breed Brount was as well as when Robespierre brought him from Arras to Paris:

One of the family's great amusements consisted in long walks on the Champs-Élysées. Robespierre did not miss out when he had the time. He was followed by a Great Dane named Brount, whom he had brought back from his last trip to Artois and whom he loved very much. This dog was very attached to his master, of whom he was the assiduous companion. Lying at Maximilien's feet when the latter was working in his room, he gazed at him with a sad and gentle air, as if he had divined his anxious thoughts. When they went out, Brount showed his joy by barking and gambolling; he was a friend, a friend always feted and pampered by the young girls.

Hamel was born 1826 and did claim to have met (and even danced) with Élisabeth Lebas, so this sounds somewhat more authentic, even though I also don’t think it needs saying that a lot in Hamel’s account is embellishent rather than fact.

In his Robespierre (2014) Hervé Leuwers also writes the following about Robespierre’s last weeks alive, citing page 408 of Henri Guillemin’s Robespierre - Politique et mystique, (1987) (a book which I unfortunately don’t own) as the source:

[Robespierre’s] absence from the Committee is coupled with a long silence at the Convention. A far cry, however, from the illness that kept him from all places of power the previous winter; one sees him walking in the meadows on the banks of the Seine, with his dog Brount.

These are all authentic sources I know about regarding Brount. I also know two apocryphal anecdotes in which he’s mentioned, one originating from Alphonse Esquiros Histoire des Montagnards, in which Robespierre, Éleonore and Brount go for a walk on the eve of 8 thermidor, and one from Charles Henri Sanson’s diary, in which Robespierre and Brount meet Sanson and his nieces while out on a walk (in the latter one, Brount gets described as a black and white spotted dog).

As for what happened to Brount after thermidor, I have no idea. The Duplays were all arrested shortly after Robespierre’s execution, and unless they managed to give away Brount or brought him with them to prison (the latter of which I don’t know if you could actually do or not) I doubt they ever saw him again. When the first of them was released it would have already been way too late for Brount had he been left in their apartment. With that said, this can hardly have been the first time a pet got left behind when someone got arrested, so it seems likely there would be some sort of rule for what to do when that happened. Maybe Brount was let loose and lived the rest of his days as a street dog? Or maybe he was adopted by someone sent to arrest the Duplays? although here we can also ask outselves if ”Robespierre’s former dog” was such a great title to possess if you wanted to survive thermidor… Pick whatever makes you sleep the best at night I suppose.

#Robespierre #maximilien robespierre #brount #Élisabeth duplay #élisabeth lebas #maybe brount was meant to be charlotte’s but max was like ”after what you did to my pigeon i don’t trust you with ANYTHING anymore #ask

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