#she's been in tabloids she's been interviewed by various media

[queenwolf]

allison IS a relatively known figure in certain circles. the argent name is a known name and, though much of its history is tainted, it still holds its weight when convenient and necessary. this is even more true as allison grows into her role as the sort of monarch of the name and paves a way for a better reputation.

[zaczenemiji]

Curtain Calls and Curveballs III

Kenji Sato x Actress!Reader

Synopsis: Your long-standing feud transformed into a legendary public dynamic where you navigate your high-profile careers, and confront your true feelings.

Word Count: 1,629

Genre/Warning: Confessions, Enemies to Lover, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn

Author’s Note: The last part aaaaaa im gonna miss this 🤧

PART ONE | PART TWO

MASTERLIST

With every passing year, you were getting a step closer to your dream. The stage became a set and curtain calls became wrap parties. You no longer had rehearsals, you had takes.

There’s no audience, there’s cameras instead. Your live performances were now edited ones, and changing costumes didn’t have to be done so quickly anymore.

Projected voices and exaggerated gestures were no longer your thing. You were now more subtle—nuanced. Micro-expressions and quieter dialogues became your new thing.

These are the many changes you went through to become who you are today, the It Girl of Hollywood. You were known for your sharp wit and an even sharper tongue; thanks to the thorn on your side since high school.

Your rivalry with Kenji became the stuff of tabloid legend. Your public feud became a part of your brands. This time around, though, it was you who had the unerring knack for getting under his skin.

How the tables have turned, indeed. And Kenji looked forward to your verbal sparring matches even more so than before.

Whenever Kenji had a big game, you would inevitably tweet something snarky. And whenever you had a new movie release, he would make a point to mock you in interviews.

It was a dance you two perfected through the years; one that hid the truth neither was willing to admit. The world knows, oh they do. “The more you hate, the more you love,” as they said.

Your one-of-a-kind relationship with Kenji is all over social media, with fans and fellow celebrities alike piqued by your long-standing rivalry of sorts.

“Okay, (y/n),” your manager said. "I need to brief you on something before we get to the studio."

The two of you are headed to an interview with your one and only enemy, Kenji Sato. The limo you were on glided smoothly through the bustling streets of LA.

"What is it this time?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. “Another last-minute change?"

"Not exactly," she answered. "There's been a lot of buzz on social media about you and Kenji."

“Buzz?” your eyes widened. "What kind of buzz?”

"Well, let's just say the world is very interested in your... dynamic," she replied, smirking.

You took your phone out and started scrolling through tweets, heart racing as you read the comments from various celebrities.

You couldn't help but smile at the comments, a mix of embarrassment and amusement swirling inside you. "Wow, they really think we're... in love?"

It seems like the world ships you two. You can’t blame them. Sometimes you wonder if you’re giving too much away that they’re starting to notice.

But everyone knew already. They have done so since high school. The only ones who didn’t know, or rather, didn’t admit, were you and Kenji.

You were a study-first type of girl when you were a student. And now, you’re a career woman who loves her job. Somehow, there is currently no spot in your life for dating.

Your agency tried, they really did. They tried putting you in a love team with other actors but for every interaction with Kenji, the fans seemed to love it more.

But no matter how you deny it—to others and to yourself—there is something that you refuse to face, a repressed admiration blanketed by faux hate.

Meanwhile, in the studio, bright lights were beaming down on Kenji as he adjusted his jacket. He’s tossing a baseball form hand-to-hand as he waits for you.

In a short while, the door swung open. You walked in with the grace of a seasoned actress, smile dazzling and eyes sharp. You made your way to the stage, commanding attention.

Kenji’s smirk widened as you approached. You looked elegant and sophisticated in the chic dress that you wore. You always did. You were always so beautiful and smart, and all so dense.

“Kenji!” you said with a mock sweetness. “I didn’t know they let amateurs in the show.” You sat down on the couch next to him.

Kenji leaned back in his chair, still tossing the ball. “Well, they needed someone to balance out your overacting,” he replied.

The host, catching the vibe, jumped in with a chuckle, "Welcome, both of you. The dynamic duo, or should I say the dynamic rivals. How are you feeling today?"

Kenji shrugged, his eyes never leaving you. "Feeling great,” he answered. “Especially now that I know (y/n) here is going to try and one-up me."

You crossed your legs and leaned back, matching his intensity. "Oh, Kenji, it's not about one-upping,” you said. “It's about showing the world who truly deserves the spotlight."

The host laughed, clearly enjoying the energy between them, "Well, let's dive right into it. You two have a practically legendary history. Care to share how it all started?"

Kenji glanced at you, his expression playful. "It's simple,” he answered. “(Y/n) has always had a talent for annoying me."

You rolled her eyes, "And Kenji has always had a talent for being easily annoyed."

The host leaned forward, sensing an opportunity. "But there's got to be more to it than that,” he said. “You both always seem to have this... chemistry."

Kenji smirked, leaning closer to you, "Chemistry that explodes, you mean."

You shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm, "Yeah, the kind that blows up in your face."

The host laughed, clapping his hands together. "So, Kenji," the host said. "You’ve got a big game coming up. How do you feel about (y/n) always commenting on your games?"

Kenji chuckled, glancing at you. “Honestly?” He replied. “ I look forward to it. Keeps me on my toes."

You smiled, a genuine one this time. "And I watch every game,” you said. “Gotta make sure l have enough material to roast you."

The host raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like you two are more invested in each other than you let on."

He then turned to you. "What about you?” He asked. “How do you feel about Kenji's constant critiques of your acting?"

"I think he's secretly a fan,” you laughed. “Why else would he watch all my movies?"

Kenji leaned closer, his voice low, "Maybe I am. Or maybe I just like seeing you try so hard."

“You wish,” you met his gaze, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Please, Kenji, you couldn't handle me if you tried."

Kenji leaned ever closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Is that a challenge, (l/n)?"

“Maybe it is,” you met his gaze, heart skipping a beat. "Do you think I do not know about the flowers being delivered to my set—where they come from?”

Kenji was silenced, blush creeping on his cheeks. “Like, come on, Kenji,” you continued. “Flowers, seriously? For who knows since when—just ask me out already!”

The people in the studio gasped at the revelation. Everyone else was on the edge of their seats.

You weren’t dumb to not know where those flowers came from. It started with the very first movie you filmed and it continues until now with the latest one that has just been released.

“If you knew, then why didn’t you say anyt—“ Kenji was cut off by you, “Because I was waiting for you!”

The tension in the air seemed palpable. No one said anything, no one made a move.

“You were too busy chasing a ball! And you were so happy with it, I didn’t want to interfere!” you continued.

“Yeah, well!” Kenji said, thinking of a good comeback. “You were always paired up with another man, I didn’t wanna ruin your love team!”

“Then I’m glad none of them ever worked!”

“Thank heavens! Dinner, later at 7PM, Michelin-starred restaurant, your pick!”

“Fine!”

At that moment, everyone in the room burst into squeals. The floor beneath you shook with the intensity of people jumping up and down at the same time. Even the host stood and did a victory dance in front of the camera.

It felt as if the world rejoiced in unity. This was a memorable day for all the fans that were watching live.

The celebration of each person in the room had blurred as you and Kenji stared at each other. “Took you long enough,” you said softly. Kenji chuckled, “You weren’t so dense, after all.”

Without hesitation, you leaned close and threw your arms over his shoulder, hugging him. He hugged back, tighter, for he was also waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity.

The screaming in the background loudened at your interaction but none of you paid mind. To you, Kenji’s hug felt warm and comfy and oh-so lovely.

The years, no matter how long it has been, were all worth it for this moment. If there was anyone who knew you best, it was Kenji. The same goes for him.

Your phone, in your manager’s care, beeped with so many notifications. Checking your account on her tablet, she was greeted by over a hundred thousand tweets in just a few minutes.

That night, the two of you didn’t go out for dinner as said on TV. Instead, you treated your team to the dinner at the Michelin-starred restaurant you picked while you, with Kenji, stayed at home.

You found yourselves dancing together in the comfort of your living room. The air was filled with a soft melody, and as you swayed to the music. Kenji realized how natural it felt to have you in his arms.

"You know," he murmured, "I never imagined we'd be here." You remembered high school, the graduation ball, your first dance with each other.

“I think I’ve been in love with you for a long time,” you said, head on his chest.

“Wow you’re even dense with yourself,” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” you replied. “And you’ve always been a dork.”

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[redclercs]

DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

xiv. this feels like the calm before the storm.

— the one where the world is caving in.

warnings: cheesy pop culture references, aidan and victoria are back, more articles than usual. mentions of panic attacks, anxiety tics, spelling mistakes in the tweets that i am too lazy to correct, forgive me. 2.3k words (+articles!)

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'Did Timothée Chalamet get y/n y/ln a role in 'Little Women'?'

By Bridget Thomas

As previously reported by various outlets, actress y/n y/ln has been cast as the youngest March sister for yet another remake of "Little Women", expected to be premiered by the end of next year. However, we can't help but wonder, how did y/n manage to get a role alongside actors of such high caliber, such as Meryl Streep and Best Actress Nominee Saoirse Ronan?

Despite the success of movies such as Supercut and The Hating Game, y/n's acting skills cannot even begin to compare to those of her co-stars, she's a romcom actress, and she's supposed to stay that way. But as Ringo Starr once sung: "I get by with a little help from my friends" and y/n is no exception.

Timothée Chalamet, Greta Gerwig's other main muse, has Hollywood eating out of the palm of his hand, and his influence goes a long way. So much so, that he was able to secure Amy's role for new friend (possibly new something else) y/n y/ln.

Right after they were seen mingling at a party in Paris with y/n's boyfriend (probably soon to be ex) Charles Leclerc, y/n got the call that they decided to give her the role.

Don't we all want a boyfriend who uses nepotism to our benefit?

Seriously, though, how does y/n manage to get this heartthrobs to spare a glance her way and do this stuff in her name? Somebody call the Winchester Brothers, we might have a witchcraft case right in front of our eyes.

Click here to go to the next article.

'Victoria Presley: I still miss my best friend, but all she did was use me.'

By Daniel Gomez

After staying away from social media and her job for a month and a half, beauty influencer Victoria Presley is back and she's not afraid of anything. Not even legal repercussions.

Back in July, Victoria received a 'Cease and Desist' letter from none other than former best friend y/n y/ln, demanding she stopped talking about her in public and to news outlets. This sparked the rumors that Presley had been selling her secrets to tabloids and was the one to reveal the engagement secret alongside actress Mia Kim, Aidan Kim's sister.

Victoria immediately removed herself from the narrative, deeply hurt by her ex-bestie's actions. Now, after gathering her thoughts and recovering from being stabbed in the back, she's giving us this exclusive interview.

"I can't help but miss y/n, she was my best friend for so long. But all she did was use me." Victoria is still in disbelief of y/n's actions, after giving her all her love and support. "I let her live in my house for months, and one day she leaves without any explanation. All to meet that Formula One guy."

Victoria has expressed her discontent with y/n's relationship with Charles Leclerc several times, arguing he is one of the main reasons y/n cut all ties with her and not the rumors that she revealed y/n's secrets to tabloids.

"He changed her for worse. Their relationship is so toxic, they breakup and get back together again and again, and they're just looking for ways to use the other's reputation for their benefit."

However, Victoria is certain the relationship won't last much longer, since y/n has her sight set on co-star Timothée Chalamet. "y/n has liked him for a while. When the rumors of his relationship with Kylie Jenner came out, she assured me she could steal him away with a flick of her hand."

Meanwhile, Victoria is focusing on her beauty line and its evergrowing sales. "I'm competing directly with Rare Beauty and Fenty. I'm in the big leagues, the way I deserve to be."

Click here to go to the next article.

'Aidan Kim reveals tracklist for "MIRRORS" and moves the release forward.'

By Paul Dean

Aidan Kim fans won't have to wait until October 5th anymore since their idol has decided to move the release date for his debut album forward by one month.

While we believe this decision was influenced by the news of ex-girlfriend y/n y/ln making her acting comeback in a high category movie, his fans also begged him to 'remind everyone of how awful y/n is' and judging by the titles of his upcoming tracks, we're sure he's leaving no crumbs.

Check out "MIRRORS" tracklist here:

In Your Pocket

All The Things I Hate About You

Him

Cry Me A River

Stabber

Stupid Love Letter

MIRRORS

Round and Round (Star-5 Reprise)

Yours and Mine (Star-5 Reprise)

Blinding Lights (The Weeknd Cover)

No Lie (With Mia Kim)

We can't wait for Aidan's insight on his relationship and breakup to y/n, we're certain the details are juicy! Don't forget to presave "MIRRORS" on Spotify and Apple Music!

Monza, Italy, September 3rd.

1...2...3... deep breath in, 4...5...6, breathe out.

You repeat the process five times until your heart has set in your chest and isn't trying to break free anymore. Until you've stopped squeezing your thighs with your palms and you can keep your eyes open without feeling like the red decoration is stabbing your eyeballs.

It's good that you can manage your anxiety before it turns into panic. You're still embarrassed about The Spain Incident, although neither Charles nor Carlos fault you for it at all. Still, every now and then, their panicked faces flashback in your mind and you feel sorry for them all over again.

You don't want this weekend to turn into The Monza Incident. Not when Charles' contract renewal was announced a few hours ago and he's on Pole Position, this weekend has to be perfect. Or as perfect as possible, for your boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

The weight of the word has multiplied by a thousand in your mind. Silly, when you really think about it. But palpable in a way that has butterflies flying around your stomach every time you think about the word and Charles' smiling face appears in your mind.

He's your boyfriend and you're his girlfriend, and this was a mutual agreement you reached with panic still holding you by the throat, only soothed by Charles' soft lips against your temple and his warm hands rubbing your skin.

You agreed to come to this Grand Prix because it will be the last one for you for a while. Filming for Little Women starts soon, and though they have a couple of races in the States, your schedule can be a little unpredictable. Also, you're hoping to score more roles soon.

You breathe again, deep enough that your lungs ache and lightheadedness threatens to rise through your body. You're overwhelming yourself, again.

According to the world, you’re not skilled enough to be in a movie with Saoirse and Timothée and should give up the role to someone who actually deserves it. Which you won’t do, of course. That someone who deserves it is yourself. It has taken a lot of pep talks in the bathroom mirror to brainwash yourself into believing it, but you’re getting there.

Plus, there are more things to worry about with Victoria back on her bullshit and Aidan's album coming out in two days. There are so many things to fix again, just when you thought you were getting there. Of course the two people that hate you most in the world have to mess with you again.

"Already here?" Carlos asks the second he crosses the door to the Suite. "It's way early."

"Good morning to you too," you let the air out of your already burning lungs and smile at Carlos. "I have nowhere else to be."

You could be at the Paddock Club, mingling with whatever celebrity or rich local is there. Or even visiting McLaren, since Lando offered to 'show you the garage', something Charles didn't like, of course. The secret of your newly earned girlfriend-boyfriend titles is one you try to keep close to your heart.

As if that has worked before.

A wave of anxiety runs down the back of your neck when you remember the tweet you saw this morning about a Deuxmoi tip on Charles and you. What could the exact price be, to reveal your relationship to the world?

"Have you had breakfast? Looks like you're going to throw up," Carlos says, sitting in the sofa opposite yours.

It's at least the fifth time he's told you that during the weekend. You know he does it out of a place of concern, but it still rubs you the wrong way. You also need to look perfect, not like you're going to throw up.

"I had breakfast back at the hotel, it's just the lighting."

"Sure?"

"I'm fine, Carlos. How are you?"

Carlos shrugs, he's not being the center of attention this weekend despite this being another home race for the team. "Good."

"Didn't you have to be at the meeting today?" you question, although it's obvious that by his getting there just now, he didn't.

"Had my PR reminders yesterday. Charles is different."

Of course. He has to know what he's allowed to say about his renewal and what he should not speak on at all.

Your own team advised you not to let yourself be seen at Monza. Mildred would have pulled you out of the plane if it had been up to her, and Walter would have helped her hold you hostage until the weekend was over.

They're both trying to find out about the Deuxmoi pictures too, although you doubt they can reach an agreement of any kind with whoever holds them to stop them from calling People Magazine up.

This whole avoiding being seen thing makes you feel wrong. As if you were doing something bad with Charles instead of just finally letting the love you've felt for him for months show. You hate it.

You're wrong to compare your current situation with your past ones. Aidan was your first really public romantic relationship, but before that, you didn't hide your partners either. Of course you weren't that famous, but even then, you didn't entertain the thought of scurrying around like criminals.

"He'll be fine, y/n," Carlos adds, looking at the way your foot keeps stomping the floor, like you're some kind of hyperactive bunny. "He's on Pole. You can pray for Max's downfall, though, maybe that'll help."

"I don't pray for people's downfall," you click your tongue, crossing your legs to stop the tic.

Karma and all that.

"Maybe you should." Carlos winks at you, and your conversation is finished as Charles leaves his meeting.

You can tell something's off just from the way his shoulders tense, but he smiles at you the moment your eyes meet.

"Everything okay?" you ask before he leans down to reach your height as you sit and pecks your lips.

"Yes, everything's good."

He's lying.

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What was the point of coming to Monza if you're only watching the race through the screens?

You don't think the sun has touched your face at all since you got to the circuit, and you really want to be out there. But you stay put in your seat as the formation lap occurs right outside of the Suite.

It will make no difference, though, Charles is focused on the race, as he should be, rather than whether you're watching him through the TV.

Soon enough you know what will make a difference.

It's some kind of miracle that Charles has managed to regain the P1 position after the disastrous pit stop Ferrari put him through, and maybe Carlos was actually praying for Red Bull's downfall since Max has his very first DNF of the season and Checo can't get past George in P3.

Charles is going to win Monza again.

The decision making tree branches in front of you in a matter of seconds, people at the Suite are already talking excitedly and someone asks if you want to go down, there are four laps left.

You get up from your seat, aware that if life was anything like that videogame you played a couple times on the set of Parisian Valentine with your co-star, the "This action will have consequences" legend would appear on the screen right now.

You follow the Ferrari worker out, but even between the excitement and celebrations, you manage to hear what the PR Manager really thinks of your presence in the Paddock.

"She’s such a PR nightmare,"

She switches to Italian when your eyes fly to her face. And you can only wonder what cruel yet entirely accurate thing she said.

It's worse than a nightmare. It feels like the apocalypse all over again. And the weight of the world is back on your shoulders, feeling like you're messing up what was a weekend out of a dream for Charles.

You flashback to Monaco and the way Mati pulled you out of your head and locked your phone in her purse. You wish she was here more with each passing second. You cannot tear your eyes away from every single tweet speculating about your presence, about your relationship, about your intentions. It's overwhelming.

But Charles' happiness is what matters. He's absolutely ecstatic, even after the mishaps during the interviews where his PR training had to kick in and lead reporters back to Formula 1 related questions.

The thought that maybe you should have tried to make friends with more people occurs to you when you arrive at the celebration in the private club and Charles is dragged away from you. He tries his best to hold on to your hand, but the truth is people want to be with him and not you, so you let him take the spotlight he deserves and enjoy it.

"So, are you and Charles dating, then? Didn't you use to be engaged?"

You half-smile at the girl who just asked you the question, so boldly it takes you aback. But you guess her eyes are so bright from how much alcohol there is in her system, she's bound to be direct with liquid courage running through her veins. She's pretty in that dark hair, dark eyes way that has you momentarily doubting your own looks.

The extra heartbeat that takes you to reply, has her eyes shifting around the room before settling on Charles, who is finally walking back to your side.

Your boyfriend hands you a drink and smiles at the dark-haired girl and her friend, politely. "Are you having a good time?" the question is mostly directed towards you, but both girls jump at the chance of saying they're having the time of their lives and congratulating Charles for such an epic win. But they prompt you to join the conversation a few seconds later, so you're grateful for it either way.

There's a song in Spanish playing on the speakers and Charles is doing his best to sing the words while encouraging you to move to the beat with him. With his arms around you, things feel a little lighter, the whole in your chest that anxiety carved out is slowly filling with the love you feel for him, and the happiness of the day outshines the darkness of the thoughts in the back of your mind.

That is, at least, until the first notes of 'In Your Pocket' replace the previous song, after the DJ announces it's a special request. It's a remix, obviously, so people can dance to it, but a few of them have stopped moving altogether just to be a little less discreet about eyeing you.

"C'est pas amusant," you hear Charles say to one of his friends, who is hiding his mouth behind a tall glass of alcohol, his eyes still betray his enjoyement.

"It's fine," you squeeze Charles' arm, trying your best to smile although you're being put in the spotlight and there's nearly nothing worse than being the butt of a cruel joke. "It's just a song."

You wondered many times what those surrounding Charles thought of you. They didn't know you, after all. His brothers were nice to you when you saw them around the Paddock, and it wasn't like you'd hung around the rest of his friends. Did they mock him when tabloids called him a homewrecker? Or did they believe he'd just embarked on what seemed to be a dead-end relationship?

"I'm sorry, soleil, they're just— they're idiots," Charles adds, his hand reaching for yours. He looks genuinely upset and you can't help but hate whoever requested the song a little more for spoiling Charles' mood rather than for making fun of you.

"Charlie, it's okay, I've been through worse," your reassurance doesn't soothe him, so you squeeze his hand and he presses his lips to your temple. "I'd rather listen to Bad Bunny or something, though."

Charles laughs and pulls you out of the dancefloor, to a more private part of the club where you both can catch your breath and share a few kisses, unafraid of people staring at you.

New York, United States, September 7th.

You know you're in trouble when Mildred calls tells you that you need to be at her office ASAP. She also used that condescending 'I'm the adult' tone that send you back to when you were fifteen and got in trouble with your mother, so it's another indication that she's angry at you.

Of course you know why, the words 'PR nightmare' haven't left your brain in days. And the moment you set foot in New York, Mildred was all over you about every single thing that was being said about the Monza Incident—aka seeing your boyfriend like any normal person would.

"This isn't ideal," Mildred says after a while, she has been explaining the public's perception of you for the past half hour. "It's like you—"

"Like I fucked up?" you cut her off, squeezing your knees to stop from biting your nails.

"We were rebuilding your brand, y/n. People think you waited for things to die a little so you could go public with Charles. Aidan's new album is not helping your case."

If you thought 'In Your Pocket' was bad, nothing compared to the rest of the songs. Some in which he called you a list of things including a homie-hopper, drama starter and said you settled for a 'bum' when you could have had a 'rockstar'.

"How is that my fault?" you don't intend to sound so whiny, but you can't help it. Why are Aidan's actions always your fault somehow?

"People are talking more about how you are dating a Ferrari Driver after spending months saying you weren't, rather than the fact that you landed an incredibly important role."

"We haven't told anyone we're dating,"

Mildred rolls her eyes despite her best efforts to remain professional. "Do you really think that's necessary?"

"What do you suggest we do?" you ask, knowing you won't like the answer.

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[gayseriea]

bestie as someone who dabbles in men's football now and then (i pay a lot more attention to the women) can you explain the footballer with two families thing?? or direct me where to look?

also harry kaine what's up with him? he has a curse?

(im from aus which isn't a huge football/soccer country)

I'm sooo happy you asked this. This is Kyle Walker

If you're thinking "Wow he looks like a huge cunt" it's because he is. Among other things, he was caught breaking lockdown rules to host sex parties with sex workers, and was investigated for indecent exposure (showing his dick at random women while drunk at a bar, as one does). Now, the two families:

as is the case for many footballers, he's been in a long term relationship with his teenage sweetheart for years etc. this is very cute. as is the case for many footballers, he was sleeping around on her the whole time.

(as is the case for many footballers, she still married him. more on that later. get that bag girl)

at some point in 2019, KW got kicked out by his partner for cheating on her with an influencer. they had 3 kids at that point. while they were "working on the relationship" he was also hooking up with a different influencer (from now on: the mistress) who got pregnant

kid #4 (with the mistress) was born in 2020. KW tried very hard to pass off the affair as a one-off and reportedly got back with his partner, in between throwing the aforementioned COVID sex parties and whatever.

KW and his partner got married early in 2022. later that year he picked up a groin injury, and while travelling in London to get treatment for his injured groin, he accidentally fell into bed with the mistress and got her pregnant again (this was his version, at least). he again says that this was a one-off.

I can't believe he only fucked this woman twice and got her pregnant both times, the second time barely months after his wedding. that's some A+ sperm Kyle

kid #5 (with the mistress) was born in August 2023. however, this time around he didn't openly acknowledge paternity, so the mistress started hinting on social media that her two kids had the same father

this led to a feud between mistress and wife, wherein the mistress obviously doesn't mind tabloid attention BUT also, like. she's using the tabloid press to remind the father of her children that he does in fact have other children. and the wife calls her an attention seeker who's destroying her family. IDK how to explain to these women that they should join forces and cut off KW's balls.

KID #6 was born in spring 2024. I have fuzzy recollections that the wife didn't know about the second love child on the way when she got pregnant for the fourth time, but also frankly I can't keep track.

She kicked him out again. He gave a super cringe worthy interview to The Sun where he called his wife his soulmate and basically called his kids with the mistress "mistakes" for which I truly believe someone should cut off his balls. these kids will be old enough to google themselves one day.

anyway. she took him back. he now has six children total, and I don't think he sees the ones with the mistress much, if at all. mistress & wife keep feuding on social media

in the middle of all this, it was reported that he had another mistress stashed somewhere. this was reported multiple times by various sources and it's probably true. idk where the fuck he finds the time

if you're curious, because I was: you only need 7 people to field a football team (I mean, you need 11 but you can get up to 4 red cards before the match is voided). this means that KW and his six children are, in fact, just barely enough to set up a football team

here are some quotes from my football group chat insulting this man every time he comes up in conversation, across a span of months. there were so many more but I had to choose

Harry Kane: (I love "Harry Kaine" thank u). He's the captain of the England football team. Genuinely talented striker who's picked up a few individual accolades. However, the only trophies that really matter in football are team trophies, and Harry has been for years in a team that didn't win any major domestic trophies — not unusual by itself, BUT in the last year he was unlucky enough to make the move to Bayern Munich the only season they didn't actually win anything. Hence the curse jokes! as of Sunday, he's been runner up in SIX different finals without winning.

He also has a brood of children (four) but compared to KW he's so fucking boring in his personal life, which makes him incredibly less punchable.

[shokobuns]

ch. 5 — count your days.

ch. 4 – gaydar / masterlist / ch. 6 — short king showdown

note: i promise this smau is gonna pick up... i promise there will b reader atsumu interactions... bare with me... (MIXED MEDIA, scroll down for texts, 1.9k words)

synopsis: writing songs about the fling that broke your heart catapults your band into fame. unfortunately, his bedroom won't be the last place you see him

ALTERNATIVELY — you and atsumu learn to get along for the sake of your best friends.

warnings: suggestive

an interview with kiyoko!

The sunlight peeks through your bedroom window, shining down on the potted plants placed on your windowsill. You probably should have cleaned up the clutter on your desk and the corner of your room, but it was reassured that the mess gave it more character, so you opted to leave it. The camera points to your wall, plastered with small posters of tv shows you watched, music you liked, and various miscellaneous items you had kept for memories. From under your bed, you pull out a scrapbook filled with college photos, stickers, and notes you had written to accompany them.

You slide out Fairy Fish’s first picture together as a band, showing it off to the camera. Mika had taken it and the only people who had noticed the camera in her hand were you and Utahime. As for Shoko, she had been scarfing down a breakfast burrito while she was behind the drum set and Suguru was caught mid blink, the sudden flash causing him to scrunch his face. Once this interview was posted, you knew that the two would retaliate at some point.

The cameraman, Maki, sits on your office chair while the interviewer, Kiyoko, sits on your bean bag. 

You didn’t have an official PR agent because things had been tame for the most part. There was a lot of attention in our your band after the end of Fairy Fish’s summer tour last year, but after a few months, it had died down. You had thought you would be fine surviving off of advice from Tetsu and Satoru. That was until the band released their latest ep, containing a few old songs that you were originally going to throw away. 

From there, more fans started to speculate who exactly these songs were about. You thought no one would really care to figure that out, but after a few college party photos of you had started to float around, more people had decided to investigate. For the most part, it seemed harmless since you were still getting paid a decent amount, if not more, from streams. Some of the Twitter threads you had gone through would be partially right, but mostly wrong and others would just be plain misogyny which doesn’t really phase you at this point. 

One thing that really did bother you was the rumor that some of your first songs were about Semi Eita. sure, you had briefly met him on tour. And you had also gone back to a hotel room and done the deed.

 His band was playing at the same venue the night before, but they had decided to stay in that specific city for a few days and watch the show playing one night after theirs. Your show. and you had watched his the night before as a result of Tetsu’s begging everyone to go with him. He had been listening to Eita’s band for a while and wanted to see them live.

You had recognized Eita in the crowd during your show and caught him after to talk about how you liked his style. While Uta was calmer when she played her guitar, Eita was the complete opposite, energetic and jumpy. His performance was alluring and you weren’t blind to his beauty. With his messy hair, the low cut shirt that showed off his chest, the coat that hugged a bit around his waist, and the cross that hung from his neck… how could you not go back to that hotel room with him?

The college photos were fine. You hadn’t even slept with anyone in those photos. Maybe a kiss then and there, but not anything too bad. 

But your first tabloid being a picture of you holding Semi Eita’s hand might not be the best for publicity. Or maybe it might be? Who knows?

In the photos, you’re wearing a little black dress under a tan coat, ripped stockings, and your washair slightly disheveled from your performance. Your eyeliner is still intact, although, your mascara was smudged and both of you were sweaty from how humid it was inside the venue. Coincidentally, both of you had matched with the same black boots which Satoru had pointed out when they first came out. One photo has you pulling down your dress to cover up more of your leg. Another has you resting your head on his shoulder. Another has him tugging your hand as he calls a cab to the hotel. 

It’s kind of crazy how a photo taken months ago goes viral just now, conveniently when Fairy Fish releases an ep. 

At this point in time, Eita is pretty famous and he’s not too camera shy at all. You've watched a few of his interviews and he’s always calm and collected, but still fun and playful all at the same time. He had recently done one on a podcast hosted by some random microcelebrities and they were nosey. By the end of it, you were irritated.

“Do you listen to Fairy Fish at all?”

“I do from time to time. I think their music is pretty awesome.”

“I bet you do! you and the lead singer actually look pretty cute together.”

“Haha, yeah. it was from a long time ago, but we hung out for a bit after seeing each other’s shows. She’s actually pretty cool.”

“Well, did you hear their new ep?”

“Yes.”

“There's a theory that at least three of the songs are about you. What do you think of that?”

“Honestly, they probably are. How that band works is that the guitarist, Iori, composes a lot of the songs, fun fact, by the way, she was a music major in college. I’m not sure what part Ieiri and Getou have in the creative process. I do know that their singer writes lyrics a lot of the time and they kind of mesh together,” he smiles, rolling his eyes, “And we had a lot of fun together. I guess she just really missed me after, if anything.”

You don’t have as much experience with interviews. In fact, this is the first one that you’re doing one alone. Up until now, you’ve done interviews only with the rest of the band present. But mika had suggested to take this one specifically because Kiyoko wasn’t too invasive and very comfortable to be around. After seeing Rintarou’s interview from a couple months ago, you decided to take your chances and so far, it was going great.

“Please ignore the pile of folded clothes on the corner. I promise I'll get to putting them away.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kiyoko takes a quick scan of your walls, getting comfortable in the bean bag chair, “I think it’s interesting that a lot of the music artists on your wall aren’t really rock bands. You’ve actually got more jazz and a lot of R&B than anything.”

“Yeah! I actually don’t really listen to rock bands as much as people think I do. I think jazz just really soothes my soul. My parents played a lot of it growing up and naturally, I just wanted to sing like them. Naturally, that progressed into me really liking R&B as I got older.”

“Do you think this affects your singing at all?”

“I'm not sure. I think if you want a full analysis, that’s something I would ask Utahime. I did karaoke a lot with my family growing up, so for a long time, I just sang for fun. Now, it pays my rent which is pretty nice.”

“Speaking of your career, a little birdie told me that you actually have a bachelor’s in chemical engineering.”

“You’re right,” you sigh, remembering all the times you stayed up late to study for physics classes while Satoru and Tetsu kept you company in the library, “It was hell on earth. but I kinda liked it.”

“What made you pursue music instead?”

“Honestly, I just wanted a crazy graduation vacation. But the more I thought about it, the more I didn't really want to work at an oil company. Although, I think that if I was still using that degree, I'd probably go into cosmetics! I hated organic chemistry, but the stuff you can do with it is pretty sick.”

Throughout the interview, you silently thank Mika for recommending this interview. Kiyoko asked questions that were definitely personal, but she wasn’t too nosy. She lets you talk about where you grew up, the mindset you had when you were in college, and things you liked to do outside of singing. You even talk a little bit about Mika and Rintarou, who had recently gone public with their relationship.

Eventually, she gets to touchier topics, but gives you a chance to opt out.

“There's been a lot of talk about your ep, specifically about the things you tend to write about. Fairy Fish has quite a few love songs, but they’re famously written by your drummer, is that right?”

“Yes,” you sigh, mindful of the rumors, “She’s a huge romantic. Shoko and Utahime have been together for years. It’s really cute and they never get tired of each other.”

“I can see that. Interviewing them made me feel like I was watching a romcom,” she laughs with a smile, “It’s interesting, though. You’re known for writing things that are a bit… heart wrenching.”

“I guess you could say that.”

“I actually really enjoyed your ep. I gave it a listen last week, and then another, and another,” she looks down, “I’m a bit of a fan now, if I am being honest.”

“I really appreciate that! I'm really glad you like our music!”

“Of course! I just appreciate how vulnerable you are in your songwriting. It just all feels so raw and so emotional. Even in your voice, I feel like we could hear what you’re feeling. What prompts you to write stuff like this?”

“Hmm,” you pause, taking a moment to carefully word what you want to say, “I think it’s just the experiences I have.”

“Wanna elaborate on that?”

“Well, I think one thing that is pretty obvious is that I'm very dramatic. This ep in particular really highlights that. We named it ‘throwaways’ because that’s exactly what these songs are. They’re songs we’ve written, but didn’t release with our first album. The songs I wrote on there actually made me cringe a bit when I did a read through for the first time,” you giggle, remembering the nights you were bundled up in your bed typing each line on your phone, “But after I looked through them like a year later, I think I started to appreciate them more. I've been learning to feel less and less ashamed of my emotions and releasing that EP is part of it.”

“I think that’s really cool of you!” Kiyoko nods, scribbling furiously into her notepad, “So how does it make you feel when people try to speculate things about your personal life?”

“I think that they should listen to the music and mind their own business,” you reply sternly, “And it’s also kind of insane to assume that a song is about you when I’ve got a lot of other people to write about,” you fall back onto your bed, “Was that alright?”

“yeah! thanks for letting us come over!”

“Of course! If you’re hungry, Utahime is cooking tonight. You guys were pretty cool and i’d love to eat dinner with the two of you.”

fishy facts!

– bokuto was very intimidating at first, especially since he seemed to be a huge party dude in college, but after brunch mimosas, you and mika had enjoyed your time with him and his boyfriend.

– kenma doesn't like to admit it, but he watches love island. him and shoyo got bored one day and decided to watch an episode, but ever since then, he's been keeping up with the lore.

– there was a point in time where rin really wanted to dress like semi eita, but it just ended up being an awkward fashion phase for him.

– rin and mika were texting each other about atsumu while he was over. there may have been secret photos taken... he was very invested in the interview.

– you have atsumu's name muted on twitter.

tags. @ris-krispie @reignsaway @dailyakira @diorzs

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

Tourré Bakahai's tweets about Pinocchio 🤥 Meghan Markle

"Meghan Markle excluded herself from the Coronation through her own malice and vengefulness. Now she's pathetically going back to fake racism, by leaking details of private family correspondence to the press. What despicable behaviour. What a hypocrite."

She literally allowed herself to be filmed in her own kitchen dragging a loop future King of England, while her gormless latest husband said "like" a lot. What a pair.

Meghan Markle is someone who can't even "move on" from her own father, now 78, briefly working with paparazzi - something she's been doing all her adult life. She's a vengeful, underhand schemer who never stops targeting decent people, especially family.

Duchess of Sussex insists she has moved on from race row with Royal family

The Pinocchio duchess literally invited a pap into her own kitchen to film her saying: “It’s your brother, I’m not going to say anything about your brother, but it’s like so obvious, it’s like..” Beyond parody.

Meghan Markle and her latest husband are two of the most dishonest, vindictive, sensationalist, and petty media operators working in the world today. The way they blame “the tabloid press” for their grotesque behaviour is beyond hypocritical.

Markle asks “tabloid media and various royal correspondents to stop the exhausting circus that they alone are creating.”

So, the circus has nothing to do with the Oprah hate interview, Netflix series, ghostwritten book, dire podcast, multiple leaks through Scobie, etc ?

Reminder: by far the worst racism in recent history of the Royal Family comes from a Dumb Prince who worse a Swastika, racially abused ethnic minority soldiers, boasted about killing Afghans in their own land, etc Has Markle written a pompous, faux calligraphy letter to him yet?

[freakingoutthesquares]

Beginner's Fuck Words: Chris Roberts, Photographer: Phil Ward Taken from Melody Maker, 19 March 1994 Transcription: Acrylic Afternoons

For some, it was dark and grubby. For others, Blakean and euphoric. The loss of virginity is an event (or not) which most recall as imperfect but momentous, or at least crap but interesting.

Bob Mortimer cites an overwhelming sense of "I am about to do it, I am doing it, I have done it." Jo Brand remembers her head banging against the base of the toilet. "She was very into the Bay City Rollers," sighs Terry Hall (though not of Jo Brand), "which put me off a bit. But not enough." Jarvis Cocker didn't tell anyone about it for five years, fearing the secret might lose its magic.

We know all this because Pulp, right now Britain's most stimulating pop group, have made a half-hour film interviewing various surprisingly candid quasi-names (Justine Frischman, John Peel, Pam Hogg, Alison Steadman, etc) about their sexual awakening. The film premiered at the ICA last week and is a funny and touching - as the phrase goes - catalyst for discussion and irreverent nostalgia.

It also ties in (sort of) with Pulp's new single, "Do You Remember The First Time?", which revisits the bravado of "Lipgloss" and "Razzmatazz" and is in every way irresistible. After years of bruised suburban sonatas, Pulp - suddenly hailed across the media as sex gods and glam messiahs - are ready to be defiled by popular acclaim.

Talk about sex? Pulp have already done that more times than the average women's glossy. Yet when you ask Pulp if they sometimes think everything's been done before, guitarist/violinist Russell says, "The ancient Greeks were saying that as well, weren't they?" and mainman Jarvis says, "That would be a very defeatist attitude. Even if every experience in life has been had by someone before, it's not been had by you. Unless you believe in reincarnation, which I'm not that bothered about myself." 

"We tried to make an accessible film," begins bassist Steve. "The tone of it's light, watchable, funny. We've discouraged the tabloids - there are enough quotes to bury everyone on it, taken out of context, so we've been quite careful there."

"As it stands," adds Jarvis, "anyone could watch it, even people who might find our music distasteful. I'm not obsessed with sex, don't get me wrong. It's just that so often it gets written about in an idealised way or a 'Carry On' nudge-nudge way. Then again, I don't think it would be so great if it was more open, like I imagine Norway to be, where they discuss it over the breakfast table."

"There is a lot to be said for English restraint," muses Russell. "The fact that something is forbidden makes it more exciting.

"Ah, but that's when you get your suspenders on and your orange in your mouth," interrupts Jarvis. There is some confusion.

"No, not you personally Russell; I mean that bloke. They only do that cos you have to lock yourself away in private. If it wasn't 'bad' they wouldn't be drawn to that twisted sexuality."

"There's a frisson to the whole thing," continues Russell. "So when you do break it down it seems to mean something and it's not just something you do as a matter of course. I was on a train once with this German girl and she just got changed in front of me, and, well, it didn't turn me on... I felt really insulted by it, to tell you the truth. I thought: I'm a man..."

"Maybe she was trying to tell you something," suggests Jarvis.

"No, well, she wasn't, that was the thing. It was..." Russell tails off.

Was this in England or in Germany?

"It was in the former Yugoslavia."

What comes across repeatedly in the filmed interviews is the sense of relief everyone felt from adolescent peer pressure to have "done it".

"We found quite a difference between men and women," observes Jarvis, "in that men would be more inclined to brag off about it, the thing that 'I've pulled'. Whereas a girl wouldn't run around school going 'I've had a shag'. I'm not saying that's right. I think it probably isn't, but..."

I'm certain it isn't. Women talk in much earthier terms.

"I don't know," considers keyboardist Candida. "I think women want the romantic thing more than men do. But that doesn't mean they get it. I mean, yes, women talking about men can be really... joky."

"Men talk about women on a superficial level," says Steve. "They don't say: but does she love you?"

"There's all this laddishness, which is nonsense," says Russell. "And lads know it's nonsense but it's fun, like talking about cars and football."

Candida tells a story.

"My cousin was showing me round her house last night, and there's a boy living there, and on his wall he had five pictures of cars. I've never seen that before. No pictures of women or anything. Just cars."

"I always know when my girlfriend and her friend are talking about men in the kitchen," says Russell. "You hear the noise of geese cackling."

"A lot of men do think differently to before," reflects Candida. "That comedienne Jo Brand, she's all right, but she can be just too nasty to men sometimes, I think. It's just as bad as some awful big fat boozy men going on about women. Which you don't get any more on telly. But you do get a lot of women on telly being horrible about men."

"It just sets up a 'versus' situation again, doesn't it?" says Jarvis. "You're either on one side or the other. Still. It wouldn't do for us all to be the same, would it?"

"Good God no!" we all chime.

Pulp recently finished recording what they regard as their "first album proper" with producer to the stars Ed Buller.

"For the entirety of the Eighties we had to have a whip-round to spend 15 hours in the back of a cold transit van to play to 12 people", chuckles Russell. "Don't let anyone romanticise it, it's a load of rubbish, best off out of it."

"You'd get up in the morning," remembers drummer Nick, "feeling like you'd been shat out of a horse. Or something."

Jarvis surprises me by claiming The Velvet Underground are a bigger influence on him than Barry White, and he never records while naked.

"It's usually me, but not me as I would go down to the shops. But still me."

Pulp are enjoying their long overdue lift-off.

"It's a bit sad if you get too blasé about things; cynicism cuts down your opportunities. It's the same with sex, of course. I mean you have to have a certain degree of excitement just to... get it on."

Bang a gong. Let's.

[andiatas]

Durek's mum: "I feel let down"

Veruschka Urquhart. Foto: Lisa Mauceri

In an exclusive interview with Se og Hør, Princess Märtha Louise's (51) future mother-in-law, Veruschka Urquhart (79), speaks for the first time about her relationship with her son Durek Verrett (48).

Durek has often paid tribute to his mother to his many followers worldwide: “Happy Mother's Day, Veruschka Urquhart. My wonderful powerful mother, the oracle who gave me life and guided me with wisdom to love women and let them be queens with honour and respect," he wrote on Facebook on the occasion of Mother's Day in 2018.

To outsiders, it may seem that Durek and his mother's relationship is rosy, but the truth is different.

Hurt by Durek's behaviour

Durek's mother lives alone in New York and has had a very tough time in recent years. Veruschka was one of the first to be affected by corona, and she is still struggling with the effects.

When her partner Michael died some time later, Durek is said to have been absent. The son is said to not have even sent condolences, despite the fact that Michael had been an important part of Durek's life for 40 years, and is the father of Durek's little brother Brandon.

Mum's showdown with Durek

In the big interview, she also takes a strong stand against her son's attempts to be a spiritual leader and reveals the reason for Durek to suddenly cut off contact with her [it was after] she saw herself forced to put her foot down.

Durek has also repeatedly provided conflicting information in various interviews.

According to the exclusive interview, one of [his] statements, that his mother should have said that he was going to marry a Norwegian princess, is not correct.

Not allowed to meet Märtha Louise

Despite the fact that Princess Märtha and Durek have visited New York several times, most recently last Christmas, together with Maud Angelica (19), Leah Isadora (17) and Emma Tallulah (14), she didn't have the benefit of meeting her son's fiancé and the rest of the family.

Durek and the Norwegian family shared several photos on social media during their Christmas visit to New York, and Durek also highlighted the family in his Christmas greeting to fans:

"Family is everything. It's our roots," he wrote, while his mother sat alone a short drive away.

- I felt let down, says Durek's mother to Se og Hør.

Friend reported about the photos

Durek's mother heard about her son's visit to New York through a friend, who had seen [Durek's] pictures from the same city.

- Being alone is not a horror for me. I can be alone. What hurt me was everything else that didn't happen. I could still be alone, but he could [have told] me that he loved me and sent me messages, she tells Se og Hør.

Translation by me from an article by Anders Johan Stavseng for Se og Hør, published March 31, 2023, at 06:01, updated March 31, 2023, at 12:06.

Note: The whole interview is behind a paywall, this is a summary from the same tabloid & not the full interview because I'm not paying to read an interview about that guy.

[skippyv20]

Telegraph comment MM hypocrisy

https://www.telegraph.co.uk/columnists/2023/04/25/meghan-markle-hypocrisy-coronation-king-charles/25 Apr 2023 07:54:05 UTCMeghan’s hypocrisy is now beyond parodyThe Duchess of Sussex has ordered the media to ‘stop the exhausting circus’. Pot, meet kettleMICHAEL DEACONCOLUMNIST25 April 2023 • 7:00amMichael DeaconDuchess of SussexThe Duchess of Sussex launching her podcastI for one have never doubted that the Duchess of Sussex has perfectly good reasons for not attending the Coronation. After all, she and her husband have two children. And every parent knows how hard it can be to find a reliable babysitter. This is why my wife and I always use my father-in-law. Unfortunately for the Duchess, her father-in-law is the King, and it seems that on this particular occasion he is unavailable.I’m sure she would have loved to come otherwise. Doubtless she will be watching the ceremony live on TV like the rest of us, wishing with all her heart that she could have been there. By a cruel twist of fate, however, it happens on fall on the exact same day as Prince Archie’s fourth birthday, and the children must come first.Still, I hope she’ll look on the bright side. By the time of the next Coronation, her children will presumably be adults. Which means she’ll be free to come and enjoy William and Kate’s big day.A heartening thought. For now, though, it must be deeply frustrating for her to find some people daring to question her absence. Which is why she’s acted so swiftly to dismiss speculation that it has anything to do with a letter she wrote to her father-in-law in 2021, expressing her concerns about unconscious bias in the Royal family. The letter is believed to have been written shortly after her interview with Oprah Winfrey, in which the Duchess alleged that an unnamed member of the Royal family had asked about the colour of her unborn son’s skin.Barely had news of this letter been published than her press secretary fired off the following statement.“The Duchess of Sussex is going about her life in the present, not thinking about correspondence from two years ago related to conversations from four years ago,” it declared, coldly. “Any suggestion otherwise is false and frankly ridiculous. We encourage tabloid media and various royal correspondents to stop the exhausting circus that they alone are creating.”Quite right, too. Because, if there’s one thing the Duchess can’t stand, it’s people who spend all their time obsessively raking over the past. Nothing appals her more than those who endlessly harp on, purely for their own financial gain, about what may or may not have happened in the Royal family several years ago. Why do these people insist on flogging a dead horse in this sensationalist, attention-seeking way?It must be very upsetting for her. I only hope she will let us know the full story, during the Sussexes’ next series for Netflix. Or perhaps her husband could reveal all in his next book.Sir Humphrey for PMWhen allegations of bullying were first made against Dominic Raab, I thought they sounded perfectly plausible. Well, he does look quite intimidating. In fact, I’ve always thought he looks strangely like a baseball bat: a baseball bat in a suit. So hard, so blunt, so brutal. His glare’s pretty unnerving, too. He never seems to blink. It’s as if he’s had a can of Red Bull injected into his eyeballs.I was interested, therefore, to find out what precisely he’d done. But then, last week, we finally got to read the report into his alleged bullying of civil servants. And, in my humble opinion at least, it didn’t contain any clear evidence of bullying at all. Just a somewhat brusque boss telling his staff to pull their socks up.It all seemed rather puzzling. Could it be that the report originally did contain clear evidence of bullying, but some hapless official forgot to attach the relevant pages? If so, I hope he or she wasn’t told off, and instructed to take more care with his or her work in future. Otherwise I fear there will have to be another bullying inquiry.The day the report was released, incidentally, I received my postal ballot for next month’s local elections. In all honesty, though, I’m at a loss to know what to do with it. These days it’s getting harder and harder to work out which candidates, if any, are worth voting for. And this is only the locals. General elections are even worse. What a terrible, dreary nuisance it all is. Especially as, for whatever reason, politicians so frequently fail to deliver on their promises.Happily, I have a solution. Let’s abolish elections in this country altogether, and simply ask the civil service which party it would prefer to be in office, and which of that party’s policies it would be willing to enact. That would save everyone a lot of time and bother.Better yet, we could just ask the civil service itself to form a government. Then our poor, long-suffering civil servants would finally be free of these cruel, tyrannical ministers who are constantly telling them what to do, and, even worse, expecting them to actually do it.Way of the World is a twice-weekly satirical look at the headlines aiming to mock the absurdities of the modern world. It is published at 7am every Tuesday and Saturday

Interesting….thank you🐼

[septembersghost]

I really felt sorry for OW throughout the press.It was the textbook definition of misogyny. I know you probably see it as a Getaway Car situation but I feel like she really loved him(I swear I am not a ow fan or shipper and I KNOW she have done/said questionable things in past.) But I don't think anyone would have stayed with someone who attracts so much hate towards you unless you have real feelings for them. Not to mention the way her exhusband weaponized that hate and used it out of pure spite. I can definitely see why she left that man. As a mom I can't imagine someone telling me that I don't love my kids because I moved on from an abusive a****** to someone who actually treats me like a human being(my ex wasn't exactly the nicest person). To think this drama became mainstream and her being a 'bad mom' was a normal opinion because she dated harry is so bad. The misogyny becomes evident once you realise that Olivia took so much shit when people like Chris brown is still thriving.

oh i completely agree with you, the way olivia was treated was despicable and uncalled for - back in september, i reblogged this and it holds true (it's worth reading the entire piece).

In my six years as Editor-in-Chief of EMPIRE Magazine, I saw hundreds, thousands, of films (and TV shows) launch. I saw the press conferences, the junkets, the premieres, read the headlines and columns and interviews; I went on set visits, did some of those interviews myself, walked the red carpet before the talent had even left their hotel and studied the reviews. And out of those hundreds, thousands, I struggle to recall one that has come close to the circus of toxicity and triviality that DWD has turned out to be. And more specifically, that of a director who was as rinsed and wrung out as OW. Most strikingly, this isn’t just the stuff of tabloids, it’s seeped through into film culture, with critics and journalists and readers swept up in speculation and giddy fascination at a woman having her work barely taken seriously while her character and privacy are cracked open.

it also doesn't matter, nor is it our business, if they did start out in the getaway scenario, it lasted much longer than that, and she was torn to shreds online through every step of it. it's not even about whether or not she made some missteps (and the article there mentions the awful way she and flo were discussed and how the media salivated over making that into a cat fight without any evidence), or past mistakes, there's no excuse for the sheer amount of vitriol she received from his supposed fans.

i have more to say about her ex and his behavior that i have been told but i can't address it publicly, so the short response is that i agree with you, and by many accounts, she had very real reasons for needing to get out of that relationship. the way she was discussed as a mother was horrific, the papers being served to her on stage was too. i'm so sorry you went through a situation where an ex treated you badly too. :( you deserve so much better than that. it's gross that h clearly cared for her and that was twisted into some salacious thing and splashed all over various media. and it's terrible that we do this, over and over again, to women simply for dating famous "desirable" men (i have stumbled accidentally on multiple hate blogs dedicated to attacking the girlfriends of famous men in the past week and it is very concerning to me).

the misogyny is ABSOLUTELY apparent - think of how many male directions get away with actual abusive behavior, and this woman was treated like a demon for...her dating life?...it's upsetting. we should have learned better so long ago.

[heroes-anthesis]

ATHENA’S SPOTLIGHT

The flickering of a barely-functioning LED spills across the wooden countertop laden with discoloured bottles and more than a handful of glasses in various shapes. Most of them empty, excepting the one kept in hand of course. Whiskey for the most part. Just barely enough for the otherwise empty room to be pleasantly out of focus. Empty, of course. Can't have some snooping journalist stumble onto controlled information, now can they?

**"Ten minutes, luv'. Get your game face on!"**

*How did it come to this?* she asks no one in particular. Sitting in some bombed-out ruin, dressed in some kind of ancient, extremely oversized half-robe, nursing a drink she doesn't even like. Hoping against hope she'll just forget the next half hour of her life. Dreading the cameras and the endless questions directed at her regarding *"What she thinks about the most recent allegations."* against some hot-shot suit... She was supposed to be what passed for a cop, not some kinda government mouthpiece!

She'd just talked to those kids. They were scared and alone so what kinda cop was she meant to be if she weren't supposed to go to them and do everything she could to make sure they weren't traumatized? That's literally it! Just talk to 'em, make some jokes, show 'em she was no one to be scared of despite the uniform. Get 'em to their parents and then that's that. Right? Wrong.

No cuz' see, some parents apparently think it's important to personally thank the people that save their kids. *"I'm just doing my job."* she'd said. Humble, as she was supposed to be. But no, no... Her superior thought this was a *great* opportunity to push the public image.

Imagine, first page in some tabloid they'd bought out:

## Parahuman Hero Saves Children!

... They'd not really needed saving. They'd just been lost. Standing somewhere they weren't supposed to be, scared of things children are scared of. It hadn't been anything special. Stuff like that happens every day, right? But *no*, it was *insisted* that she at least do an interview.

She should've adamantly refused. She realizes this *now*. For *that* is when all this started. Of course it was. It started with that god-damned picture of the parents shaking her hand in thanks. *That* is when the media frenzy began. After the first interview, there came another. Then another. Then after that, there came a *televised* one where she was to be asked a few questions about the local clown warlord. She'd never encountered him nor read about him, of course. But her superiors wanted *her* to answer the questions. She had *"The goodwill of the people."* they said. So she was given a loose script, an info packet...

If she'd stuck to that, it'd have been fine. She'd just be another mouthpiece. Just someone repeating what she'd been told. But no she had to go and fuck *that* up to. The journalist had been an asshole; trying to fire people up, trying to *scare* them. Asking questions like *"How can we trust the Parahuman program if you can't even keep Charlotte safe from one guy?"*

But her empowered self? That bitch? She'd decided that was a *great* moment to really dial things up to eleven. Reassure people. Not emptily promise them everything was gonna be fine, but actually make *declarations*... Naturally, no one had told her to *not* use the mind-affecting effects of her powers on the crowd and crew.

*"The single most successful interview given by a Parahuman representing the program."* might look good on paper, but in reality just means you'll be expected to do more of the same.

**"Time's up. Get in gear, Athena. We're not sending some goth girl out there!"**

The glass is drained of what drink remains. Little more than a moment's focus is needed. And oh-so-suddenly, that half-robe thing? Nigh skin-tight. Taller, practically sober. Less self-pitying...

Put on a smile. Time to be a hero.

[buzz-africa-media]

Susan Boyle Biography, Wiki, Family, Age, Controversy

Introduction Susan Boyle is a renowned Scottish singer who gained international fame and recognition through her appearance on the reality show “Britain’s Got Talent” in 2009. Her stunning vocal talent and inspiring story captured the hearts of millions worldwide. In this article, we will delve into the fascinating Susan Boyle Biography, Wiki, Family, Age, and Controversy surrounding her remarkable journey in the music industry. Early Life and Background Susan Boyle was born on April 1, 1961, in Blackburn, West Lothian, Scotland. She was the youngest of nine children in a close-knit working-class family. Growing up, Susan displayed a deep passion for music and singing, often performing at local venues and events. Despite facing some challenges, including learning difficulties, she pursued her dreams and developed her unique vocal abilities. Rising to Stardom The “Britain’s Got Talent” Breakthrough At the age of 47, Susan Boyle made her unforgettable debut on the reality show “Britain’s Got Talent.” Her performance of “I Dreamed a Dream” from the musical Les Misérables stunned both the judges and the audience. The video of her audition went viral, amassing millions of views on various platforms within days. Susan Boyle’s raw talent, combined with her humble and genuine demeanor, resonated with people around the globe. Record-Breaking Success Following her captivating audition, Susan Boyle became an overnight sensation. Her debut album, also titled “I Dreamed a Dream,” was released in November 2009 and achieved remarkable success. It topped the charts in multiple countries, including the United States and the United Kingdom. The album went on to become the best-selling debut album of all time, solidifying Susan Boyle’s status as a global superstar. Concerts and Collaborations With her newfound fame, Susan Boyle embarked on a series of successful concerts and collaborations. She performed in prestigious venues such as the Sydney Opera House and the Radio City Music Hall. Susan Boyle had the privilege of working with renowned artists like Elaine Paige and Michael Bolton, showcasing her versatility and range as a vocalist. Susan Boyle’s Personal Life Family and Support Susan Boyle’s family has been a significant source of support throughout her life and career. Despite facing various challenges, her family has remained by her side, encouraging her pursuit of music. Susan’s loving nature and strong bond with her family have often been highlighted in interviews, emphasizing the importance of her roots in shaping her success. Overcoming Adversities Susan Boyle’s journey has not been without its share of difficulties. As a child, she faced bullying and struggled with learning disabilities. However, she persevered, defying societal expectations and breaking barriers in the music industry. Susan Boyle’s resilience and determination serve as an inspiration to countless individuals facing adversity. Controversies and Challenges Media Scrutiny With fame comes the inevitable scrutiny of the media. Susan Boyle faced intense media attention, with tabloids often sensationalizing and misrepresenting aspects of her personal life. This constant scrutiny put a strain on her mental health and led to several public outbursts. Despite the challenges, Susan Boyle managed to overcome these controversies and focused on her passion for music. Struggles with Anxiety Throughout her career, Susan Boyle has been open about her struggles with anxiety. The pressures of fame and the demands of the music industry took a toll on her mental well-being. However, she sought help and actively promotes mental health awareness, encouraging others to seek support when needed. FAQs about Susan Boyle Biography, Wiki, Family, Age, Controversy 1. What is Susan Boyle’s full name? Susan Boyle’s full name is Susan Magdalane Boyle. 2. How old is Susan Boyle? Susan Boyle was born on April 1, 1961, which makes her 62 years old. 3. Where is Susan Boyle from? Susan Boyle is from Blackburn, West Lothian, Scotland. 4. Did Susan Boyle win “Britain’s Got Talent”? Although Susan Boyle didn’t win the competition, she gained widespread recognition and fame through her appearance on “Britain’s Got Talent.” 5. What is Susan Boyle’s most famous song? “I Dreamed a Dream” is Susan Boyle’s most famous song, which she performed during her audition on “Britain’s Got Talent.” 6. What controversies has Susan Boyle faced? Susan Boyle faced controversies related to media scrutiny and struggles with anxiety. However, she has managed to overcome these challenges and continues to thrive in her music career. Conclusion Susan Boyle’s incredible journey from a small Scottish town to international stardom is a testament to the power of perseverance and raw talent. Her inspiring story serves as a reminder that dreams can come true regardless of age or background. Despite facing controversies and personal challenges, Susan Boyle’s unwavering spirit and extraordinary voice have earned her a permanent place in the hearts of millions worldwide. Read the full article

[akaraboonline]

Meghan living ‘life in the present,’ amid reports of post-Oprah letter to King Charles

Meghan, the wife of the United Kingdom's Prince Harry, has slammed the British media after it was revealed that she wrote a letter to her father-in-law, now King Charles, expressing concern about "unconscious bias" within the royal family.

Meghan living ‘life in the present,’ amid reports of post-Oprah letter to King Charles Meghan, Duchess of Sussex's spokesman, stated that she is "going about her life in the present, not thinking about correspondences from two years ago related to conversations from four years ago." "Any suggestion that otherwise (regarding the letter) is false and frankly ridiculous," Meghan's spokeswoman stated. "We urge the tabloid press and various royal correspondents to put an end to the exhausting circus that they are creating on their own." Following her encounter with Oprah Winfrey in 2021, Meghan allegedly wrote a letter to now-King Charles, according to rumors in the British press. According to British media reports, in the letter, the Duchess of Sussex expressed concern to her father-in-law about "unconscious bias" among the royal family. "I said the difference here is the race element," Harry added, lashing out at racist overtones in tabloid coverage of Meghan, who is biracial. "These are the skeletons in the closet that frequently make an unwelcome appearance in this family's daily life - sometimes, you know, you're part of the problem rather than part of the solution, and there's a huge level of unconscious bias," Harry explained. "The issue about unconscious bias is that it is not anyone's fault. However, once it has been pointed out or discovered within yourself, you must make it right." Meghan claimed in a shocking interview with Oprah Winfrey in 2021 that a member of the royal family remarked on the color of her expectant son's skin, wondering how dark the child would be. The incident was further documented in Harry's autobiography as well as the couple's Netflix documentary series, in which Harry accused members of his family of "unconscious bias" - which blinded them to the struggles he and Meghan faced in the years and months leading up to their dramatic departure from the Royal Family.     Read the full article

[agentofscifi]

Success is the Best Kind of Revenge Ch. 3

Heels click onto the floor of my office as Chloe pushes open my doors. My hands were currently holding up the train of a dress hung on Juleka. Alix follows after Chloe, tinkering with some kind of camera in her hand. Over the years, as we all graduated from University and done pretty well for ourselves.  

Juleka ended up changing her major in school after three semesters. Instead of going into performing arts for instruments, she went and got a composition degree. Juleka wrote music for a variety of artists and was one of the most sought-after songwriters. When she wasn’t doing all of that, she was modeling for my company. Juleka did a variety of photoshoots for several companies, mine included throughout her University Years. After I opened up my first few stores, we signed a formal contract. She’d been working for me for almost a decade. She split her time between Paris and Nashville in America. 

Alix decides to focus on a degree in art history. She worked at an Auction House company in Paris, moving between the various countries of Europe to authenticate pieces of art and then handle their sales. She was rather successful at her work, earning many bonuses for rather extremely successful sales. Alix’s unique style and comfortable professionalism made her easily approachable to buyings. She was rather blunt, and it did her well in her job. On her off-hours, Alix did some minor modeling and promoting much of my athletic pieces. Alix’s popularity grew as she competed in several X-Games in and after university. She won several titles in skateboarding, BMX freestyling, rollerskating, and snowboarding before retiring after a slip-up when snowboarding. She shattered her kneecap, broke a leg, her collarbone, and dislocated her arm in two places. She still did BMX biking, skateboarding, rollerblading, and snowboarding, just not in a professional capacity. That being said, little kids still asked for her autographs all the time.  

Chloe graduated from the London Business School with Honors and then proceeded to attend the Fashion Institute of Technology in New York to get a Graduate Degree in Global Fashion Management. She modeled some of my designs, worked connections, handled all my brand’s social media accounts, and finalized contracts. Now, she had several people working underneath her, to handle the day-to-day operations. Either way, Chloe handled all of the Brand’s business dealings and flourishes.  

As for me, I attend the London College of Fashion. I got a Bachelor’s Degree in Fashion Design and Development with honors. After those years, I went to Milan to attend Istituto Marangoni International for a Master’s Degree in Luxury Accessories Design & Management. After that, I relocated back to Paris. My first boutique opened up quickly after that along with a small factory with a loan from a bank. I ended up having to open a second factory within three months due to demands. More boutiques opened up worldwide as the Brand became a household name.  

“Hello Chloe, how is everything?”  

“We got invitations to a reunion for Lycée. Alya sent them, as she was the class representative when we all graduated. Personally, I think she wants to get her hands on you or Juleka for an interview. You know her journalism career is in the gutter.”  

Alix snorts. “And who’s fault is that?” 

Chloe rolls her eyes. “Her’s. The idiot ruined her blog when she was a teenager and she never changed. She still does idiotic and frankly dangerous things to get a scoop. Sure, she does some basic research now, but the girl’s been detained several times for endangering people and disrupting the peace. No University would touch her, and no place will hire her.”  

Alix looks up from the camera. “So, you didn’t inform everyone in the fashion journalism world about her history, knowing it would spread to all major news and journalism networks.  

Chloe raises an eyebrow. “Look, this company’s image is important. I was not going to let Miss Blogger ruin it for 15 minutes of fame. She dug her own grave.”  

I sigh. “This is great and all, but are you all going?”  

There’s a snort right behind me. “Not on any of our lives. We will not be sinking that low.”  

“Chloe!” Juleka’s face is red and slightly scandalized.  

“What? Why would we go to this reunion? To see how everyone is doing? It’s rather simple. Alya’s a tabloid writer. Nino is a barely successful DJ who works at a music store to help pay his bills. Max is an IT guy at a company. That fake research paper haunts him to this day. Kim works at a gym. The drugs screwed his athletic chances over and he never planned for anything beyond going to the Olympics. Nathaniel works at an art store and does nighttime classes. He’s unsuccessfully worked with 7 different writers for his comics after leaving Marc.   

Now, Myléne and Ivan are happy, at least. Myléne works as a secretary and Ivan as a grocery store manager. Both are part-time so one of them can stay home with their kids at a time. They have millions of photos of their family on their Instagram accounts. Neither one can do much with charities. The fraud they committed was spread around the charity communities fast.  

Rose, Adrien, and Sabrina are the only ones who did what they wanted to do. Rose had a few years of fame with her music before getting married and settling down as a youth music teacher. Adrien moved to America and works for a University. However, I know for a fact that he will not be returning to Paris for anything less than a funeral or a wedding. As for Sabrina, after some therapy, ended up as a Detective in Marseille.”  

“Didn’t you pay for her therapy?” I tie off my last stitch and let the train fall to the platform.  

Chloe purses her lips. “I owed her that much. I screwed her childhood up, majorly.”  

“Did you stalk everyone to find out all of this?” Alix has a mischievous look.  

Another eye roll from Chloe. “I didn’t need to. In this day and age, all you need to do is type their name into the internet and all of their social media pops up.”  

I hum. “What about Lila?”  

“She’s still in prison. Tried another appeal a little while ago, to no avail. Her long list of offenses and the “assisting a terrorist” change isn’t something any judge would want to touch, even with a 10 ft pole.”  

Juleka simply shrugs. “Back to the point at hand. I’m not going to this reunion. Rose is the only one I wanted to keep in contact with, and she’s not going. It’s her five-year anniversary with her husband. She’s going to Spain that week.”  

Alix shugs. “I’m not going either. Kim has tried to contact me so many times to help him get back into the sports world. I am not giving him another chance. Besides, there’s this huge auction going on in Russia for that week. I am not missing that for a few hours with our childhood classmates.”  

I look at Chloe. She raises a perfect eyebrow. “Not a chance and you are not going either. Heavens forbid Alya posts something on that new blog of hers.”  

I set my needle and thread down on a work table and gesture to Juleka to get changed. “I’m not going if none of you are. Besides, there’s this fashion show in Milan that weekend. It’s for freshly graduated designers to show off their talents to possible employers. I was planning to go to find some who would specialize in Fashion Contour. I’ve been doing quite a bit of work in that field and want to get a fresh pair of eyes that will eventually take over that area of our brand. I was also hoping to look for someone to start a Make-up department. One of your people mentioned the idea at a meeting.”  

Chloe nods and starts to type into her phone. “I’ll tell my assistant to look through the applications we have to see if anyone fulfills the requirements for that job. Just find that new department head.”  

I give Chloe a nod as Juleka hands me the dress from before. A custom-made wedding dress for a woman who happened to be Juleka’s exact size. One of the many I had made of the years since I’d started my fashion business.   

Some part of me wanted to thank Lila. If I was honest with myself, I wouldn’t be where I was if she hadn’t arrived at my class and taken everyone’s loyalty. They weren’t bad people, but thanks to Ms. Bustier, they were a drain on my energy and abilities. Now, however, I was one of the most well-known and successful fashion designers with over two dozen people for me in Design. I could not be happier. 

Ch. 1 ~~~~~ Ch. 2

[wizkiddx]

Please I request you and Tom Holland being the sort of ‘it/star couple’ and being really popular in the media and fans

Req if you want?🤪 + I’d love any feedback/tips <3

Sorry I changed this a bit just cos tom rn seems the opposite of being that public and I have 0 imagination, hope this is still okay!

Summary: Tomhollandxactress!reader - as the two of you go on your first public and official event, Tom cant help but show everyone how enamoured he is by you

The fallout of from yesterdays ceremony was definitely not what either of you had expected. Having stirred from sleep before your boyfriend, naturally you’d killed the morning flicking through your phone. As much as you normally tried to avoid the tabloids and twitter, especially after you released your relationship to the world, having had a bunch of your friends actually sent you links to them - it would be rude not to have a quick scan. Especially because, for once, they seemed to be positive.

You see, it had always been the little things with Tom. Even when you had just been getting to know him, it was the small and unconscious actions that even he didn’t know he did. You always said Toms love language was physical - as much as he wanted to say that it was ‘words if affirmation’ or something else corny he’d read on buzzfeed (you’d got him addicted and now lived to regret it). That didn’t mean that he had to be clinging on to you, or excessive PDA or anything of the sort. It was more subtle which somehow made them more special to you. Now though, the whole world seemed to have picked up on it too.

This was the first event the two of you had actually attended together. As in together together. As in not hiding. You had been nominated for best actress; whilst Tom’s newest movie was up for a few accolades too - so fair to say it was a big night for Hollywoods newest couple. Naturally since your instagram post 3 weeks ago, the world was obsessed with you both. All the way in the car, you leg had actually been trembling with nerves - bouncing up and down in your silhettohe heels. In attempt to calm you, Tom bumped his knee against yours before reaching over to actually squeeze your thigh. 

“It’ll be fine you know?” You sighed shakily, turning your head to face Tom’s soft features. Both of you were dressed to the nines, you were in a glittery red chain-look scrappy dress; Tom in an all black suit, except the little pocket square of satin deep red - embellished with a single chain that came from your dress. Hopefully not too cliche but now the both of you were done with hiding - Tom seemed to want to just a little something. You hummed in response, searching the flicks of warm brown in his eyes with yours. 

“It’s just new and we haven’t encountered all the questions yet so I don’t know how to answer them and -”

“We’ll do them together and-and you can say no Y/n/n… you don’t have to answer anything you don’t want to.” Taking a long exhale, you hesitantly nodded, allowing a small smile to grow on your face. It was terrifying but you had this doting and angelic boy by your side. You’d get through any tough questions.

However it wasn’t actually the answers you spoke that evening that stuck in the public mind. 

When you’d first pulled up to the carpet, Tom instantly hopped out and rounded the car door to get to your side just as you swung your legs out toe doorway. After waving quickly at the screaming crowd, he looked down and offered up his hand to you - which you gladly accepted. The LA weather was beautiful, and the evening was just rolling into golden hour- the suns brilliant yellow-orange light bathing your body as you climbed out the car. 

The screaming used to be terrifying and although today was a little more nerve wracking than normal, you still could be nothing but appreciative for all these people showing up. In your head it was so bizarre that anyone would spend so much time and effort to meet you - really you were just normal person, and pretty boring one at that. Yet here you were in the most bizarre situation, there was nothing else to do but smile and wave. 

Just like that you went into the ‘celebrity mode’. The pair of you worked your way down the sides, smiling warmly for selfies and signing various posters and memorabilia. Really there was nothing to worry about, everyone there was nothing but lovely -  many fan girls squealing about how amazing you looked. Tom kept himself close by, occasionally hovering his hand against the small of your back just to reassure you he was there. 

Eventually you worked up to the press line, all of them calling your names with mics outstretched. The two of you approached the first in a long line, Tom taking the moment to just hook his pinky with yours (thinking no one else would notice) because this was clearly the more threatening part of the evening and he just knew you were feeling the anxieties all over again. 

“Tom and Y/n!!! Wow how are you guys doing?” Hence began the start of overenthusiastic small talk from the blonde interviewer. 

“I mean first I gotta ask you Tom…” She drew out the words, increasing the suspense somewhat, making Tom wiggle his brows “How insane does your girl look tonight?” 

“Oh well” Tom chuckled whilst you tried to shake off the embarrassment. He looked you up and down with the biggest smirk on his face. “It’s fair to say my woman looks absolutely breathtaking. She came out the room and I did a little excited dance before we left.” The interviewer laughed and you bumped into his side, rolling your eyes in a joking fashion- though to be fair it was completely true. The interviewer then asked you a couple questions that were a bit more serious, relating to the darker material of work you were nominated for. During it a random gust of wind flew down the carpet, shocking everyone a little - none more so that the minimal pins in the top of your hair, which did little to restrict its movement and instead was flying allover the place. Squealing a little, your trial of though momentarily broken, both yours and Tom’s hands went to pull the long locks back down into place. You thought nothing of it, Tom had developed this weird thing about wanting to do you hair weeks ago - but you weren’t to complain. Constantly during movie nights, he’s be running his fingers through your strands of hair; or even after a shower he’d learn to plait it whilst you did your skincare routine. Whispering a little thanks to him, Tom then reached down to squeeze your hand as the attention was turned back to yet another interview. 

The first article you clicked on was one that your best mate had texted you the link of. On opening it up, the title already made you scoff a little ‘Tom Holland single handedly restoring all hopes that men aren’t always trash’. What followed was 4 points. 

You ever struggled to get out a car in heels? Get yourself a Spiderman to help you up

Hand holding too much PDA? How about a pinky grip?

Oh and he’s trained himself to become a hairdresser when the wind picks up….

Accompanying each subheading was photos of each moment that as it had happened yesterday evening. Unable to help yourself, you kept looking between your phone screen and Tom - who was still fast asleep, his arm wrapped protectively round your middle.  The hair that had been so securely gelled back yesterday evening, now was falling over the front of his forehead and the sight was enough to give you that feeling in the centre of your chest. The dropping feeling as if you were jumping off the edge of a cliff - the adrenalin rush and heart in mouth moment. It had been 18 months you and Tom had been like this and he still gave you the most intense flutters - even if he was snoring. 

Managing to tear your eyes away from him, you scrolled to the last point of the article.

      4.  And yes we know this is cliche… but we swear we have never seen ‘heart eyes’ in reality more that this.

And there was a photo of you, probably chatting pure shit to the interviewer, paying absolutely no attention to a particular pair of brown eyes on you. It was the way the outer corner of his eyes dropped a little to normal position; the way the corner of his lips were turned up just enough to show the slight dimples on his cheeks. Tom’s face had literally been the definition of uwu and you could not suppress the teenage girl like giggle that burst out your chest. That was enough to rouse Tom with a heavy groan, as he pulled himself flush against your side releasing a deep breath.

“Mhmmm… you laughin at me?” He slurred, eyes still shut against your stomach as you stared to card your fingers through his curls. 

“Actually… I might just be” Smirking down at him, Tom yanked his his neck up, squinting at you with a scowl and barely open eyes. “You look so soft” laughing at his expression, you brought your hand out of his curls to smooth over his frown lines.

“ Don’t try and distract me… what you laughing at?” Still pouting, of course, the boy had never been a morning person

“Just… I think you’ve accidentally made us the new Hollywood ‘it’ couple.”

[charming-mage]

Exposed by the Media Prompts

Since these prompts are similar in that she gets exposed by the media or social media, I decided to put them all in one post. If you want to do one, or mix and match it, go for it. Feel free to change details so it’ll fit your fic better.

Edit: Now with a part 2. :)

Exposed by the Media Prompts Part 2

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Live Interview (Post Ladybug Episode): Lila does a live interview. Even though she received training for this, she loses control of the interview. If Adrien is there, he doesn’t back up her lies. (Her lies are exposed in some way in the worst light possible.)

Bullying Campaign Disaster: As Lila grows more famous as a Gabriel model, she is loving it. When she is the star of an anti-bullying campaign, her past comes back to bite her. Past victims are furious she is the face of this after all the pain she has caused.

Youtube Apology Video: This is inspired by the classic bad Youtube apology videos and that one picture I saw on here once where Lila apologizes for almost killing Ladybug again (someone please help me find it). Something happened and Lila needs to apologize. She decides to make a video about it. Maybe on the Ladyblog. It gets backlash as people can tell she’s not sincere or remorseful about it.

Celebrity Hack: Someone hacks into Paris’ high profile social media accounts. The secrets ranges from Adrien’s extensive Ladybug memorabilia, Clara Nightingale secretly liking one catchy XY song, and parts of Lila’s dark past are pieced together through various posts.

Insider Exposure: You know how sometimes we get anonymous sources or ex-employees who tell the news what’s is really like to work with someone? This Lila salt prompt is about that. Lila’s behavior on the set is too much. She is a diva model with no talent to back it up. She thinks she knows best, berates “the help”, and sexually harasses Adrien. Complaints to HR and Gabriel doesn’t amount to anything. It gets so bad people wonder what dirt Lila and/or her family has on Gabriel. Or something more sinister. It’s pretty clear Adrien does not want Lila on set. It’s not a friend helping a friend get a leg up in the industry situation. So, some people tell media friends what’s happening. There’s backlash because Lila’s a minor. But then some footage of her behavior on set is  anonymously released......

Twitter War: In the heat of the moment, Lila gets in a Twitter war with XY. The singer gets the last laugh in the end.

Fake Reviews: Lila leaves fake reviews for The Dupain-Cheng Bakery or Marinette’s design website. Loyal customers realize the details are off. The fake reviews are clearly from the same person who has never bought something from the Dupain-Cheng(s). 

Project Runway Special: The TV show, Project Runway, features a challenge in which the adult designers must work together with aspiring teenage designers. Marinette bonds with her teammate really well. She opens up about her being bullied at her high school. She forgets about the cameras recording.

Betrayal from Hawkmoth: For any reason, Gabriel decides he wants to end his partnership with Lila. He takes advantage of the opportunity to make another scarlet moth attack. To do this, he sets up a situation where Lila’s lies are exposed to the media. Lila may or may not have been expecting a betrayal, just thought she’d be the one to do it first. She may have experience with manipulating children, it’s not good enough to play the game with adults who are better at it.

A Celebrity is Confronted by Lila’s Lies: In an interview or by a tabloid reporter, a celebrity is asked about something Lila lied about. Something that angers the celebrity.