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[dehydratedaisys]

me when the offical gorillaz tiktok account gets the lore wrong

[gracetheacefromouterspace]

trying out doing things I like to do without some goal behind it (getting published making a polished piece of art etc.) and let me tell you as soon as I conquer this guilt feeling imma have so much fun

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Thinking about Actress!Reader who finally got to change into a pair of shorts and a crop top after being in a corset and long dresses all day after shooting was done for the day.

Actress!Reader who gets invited to go get Gelato with Peter to help cool off after being stuck in such stuffy clothes for the past six hours.

Bodyguard!Miguel who had to suppress a scowl when you told him that you were basically going on a date with your fellow actor. But that didn’t deter him from volunteering to watch over you both when you went to walk through the streets of Rome. He’d rather be the one watching over you than Peter’s bodyguard.

Actress!Reader and Actor!Peter who didn't notice when a group of passersby recognized them, snapping a few pictures of you both without your knowledge. You weren’t completely used to the whole “having photos taken of you without your permission or contact” but that was unfortunately a price to pay when you’re new and on the rise.

Actress!Reader who finally went home to relax, getting a good night's rest now that the jet lag has finally stopped.

Actress!Reader who wakes up the next morning with 24 missed calls, 35 new messages and her name trending on twitter.

—

Jake (Manager): (Y/N).

Jake(Manger): (Y/N), call me when you wake up.

Peter 🐝.: Did you look at Twitter yet?

Peter🐝.: Or like any social media yet?

Bestie💝: Girl…

Bestie💝: You’ve got some explaining to do.

“What’s… happening?” You mumbled as you scrolled through your new messages as you waddled into the kitchen of your hotel suite, where Miguel was already drinking his cup of coffee. Glancing up at him for a moment as he greeted you.

“Morning.” He mumbled as he placed his mug down. “Your manager told me to have you call him when you're up.”

“Do you know why?” You asked him as you scrolled to Jake’s contact info, receiving a grunt in response, a no.

“(Y/N) (L/N), would you like to explain what went on yesterday after you finished up on set?” You felt like you were five years old and being scolded by your mom all over again, except you genuinely didn’t know what you did.

“Um, I went to go get a snack with Peter. Why-“

“A snack.” He repeated, his tone questioning despite it being deadpan.

“Yes, a snack.” You huffed, your confusion turning into irritation as your brows furrowed together. “Why? can't I have a snack after work with my coworker?”

“You can have a snack after work, but from what I’m looking at here it doesn’t seem like it’s with a coworker.” His words make you pause.

“What?” All attitude now gone, confusion settles back in. “What are you talking about?”

“You haven’t seen the pictures yet?”

“What pictures?”

“Oh dear God…” Jake mumbled under his breath, before letting out a sigh. “Go on twitter, and check the trending tab.”

You put him on speaker and did what you were told, waiting for the little bird app to load, before clicking on the explore tab. Eyes widening as you read out the headline at top.

“Peter B. Parker and (Y/N), coworkers on a new upcoming movie, spotted out on date?!?”

Miguel almost started to choke on his coffee after he heard you recite the words, having to hit his chest to clear his windpipes as you frantically started to scroll through the tag.

“No, no it wasn’t a date though Jake, it wasn’t-“ Your words died on your tongue as your finger stopped scrolling once you hit a particular picture.

A picture of Peter making you try his flavor, by spoon feeding you.

Fuck how can I be so dumb? How could I forget that happened? It was only 2 seconds Max. And now it’s trending.

“I need you down at set an hour early. We have some things to discuss with Peter and his team.” Jake sighed before you heard the dial tone of him hanging up the call.

Shit.

—

Part 4<

Not proofread.

Word count: 600

Taglist: @famouscattale @strawberryjuice9 @loser-alert @maomaimao @franceseca-the-1st

@mcmiracles @mangoslushcrush @queerponcho @yournextbimbogf @tinybirdhideout

@laysmt @migueloharasoulmate @fruityfucker @pigeonmama @scaryplanetdestroyer

@migueloharastruelove @krentkova19 @genny1019 @maiyart

@stressed-cherry @haveclayeveryday @miguelzslvtz @scaleniusrm @xerorizz

@enananawoah @messicampeon @anastasia1972 @lauraolar14 @huniedeux

@bluesidez @nommingonfood @chrishy973 @m4dyy @night-spectrum

@electricgg (to be added click here)

[fanfic-gallery]

manger's random tots #8 [ NSFW MDNI ]

|| cw (dead dove) : implications of stalking, spying

» manager's note: with the trending of the milkman over all my social media nowadays, i've decided not to hop on this train- but instead, write about some other type of pretty boy with a low paying profession (no, this is not a 'that's not my neigbour' fic, thank you) hope you guys enjoy...? (i had the idea him being an oc in mind but you can slap whatever character you want <3)

the neighbourhood mailman; absolute sweetheart, can do no wrong- sometimes giving away small little treats and nick-nacks along side the letters, pulling off light tricks and pranks to gargle a laugh or two, trying to brighten people's days.

yet, most don't seem too kind about his selfless gestures; impatient and grumpy bastards telling him off, yelling at him to knock it off with his piercing bike bell and 'nice guy' act.

on days like those, the only thing that seemed to be his light at the end of the tunnel, after gurgitating hours of cycling about under pretty harsh weathers, being chased off walk-way after walk-way... was you, his last patron of each day.

you weren't one of the first few in his delivery route; yet, you barely lived far down, so why is it that you were always his last? "...don't know... your letters always seemed to be at the bottom of the pile~" is what he claims; when in truth, he just wishes to spend the rest of his late-evening chatting your ear off with fun little misadventures he had during the past week.

he felt... cherished for once in his life; not someone needing to deal with the sour attitudes of people when they're all huffy or some boy-toy, taking his acts of service as an invitation to go running their hands all over him. he loved how he could play around, joke and complain without having the need to refrain himself. he felt... alive.

so it was to no one's surprise that he developed a massive crush on you; always giving you a little extra compared to the other townsfolk. full length handwritten letters, extra savings of candy and snacks he's been distributing that day, that box of pastries you seemed to have been eyeing up for the last few days or that prize you didn't manage to win during on one of your latest trips to the arcade.

seems light-hearted enough, right? if only you knew what other little treats he placed within your regular delivery... envelopes holding typed-letters; pouring his love for you over the many, many pages... each line, each paragraph... sometimes even rambling off into tangents- tangents of what he had been dreaming to do to you since day one... since the day you noticed his pains and took upon yourself to heal him back up.

yet, these sick fantasizes, these twisted thoughts on paper- you never blamed him for it, why would you went the initials signing off the letters eerily matched the creep that lived a few houses down from yours, who always seemed to have brought themselves false hope in charming you even after you said no.

no... you would never blame the innocent, naive mailman who's barely paid enough to suffer from verbal abuse every day of his life; barely having the funds to keep a himself together; yet, still cherished the happiness of others over his own.

maybe that's why you always seemed to accept his 'lustrous' gifts, especially that medium-sized stuffed bunny he so graciously sewed for you for valentine's to rid you of your loneliness. its soft yet limp body still laying on your bed, oblivious of the shine behind its dull black spheric eyes.

"...hah... hah...~" lustful eyes smiling as his flushed features melted against the monochrome screen he's stuck himself to, body trembling with each stroke of his throbbing cock, relishing in the soft breaths as you slept, spurring more pre to drip down his plush thighs, drenching the ground beneath his cheap desk chair. "...soon... soon, my love... i'll tell you the truth..."

[hileynoteson]

i want to see real overly serious social media mangers interact with the corpoverse

[aestheticaltcow]

I started writing Six Months part 2 (still working on a title LOL) it's going to be disgustingly long and I apologize in advance for that.

Also have a fridge scene inspired one shot ready to go and the next installment in the social media manger multiverse ready to go, so it should be a good fan fic weekend.

[mico-evelyn1]

Vancouver Canucks social media mangers got jokes 😂

[rocketorca]

Hi, I'm Amber!

I'm the Project Manger for Kobold Press. I am a co-owner of the ttrpg publishing company & brick and mortar store Cloud Curio (it has a tumblr too!). And I also do illustration and design work under rocketorca design, mostly revolving around lil goblins! I've been on tumblr since 2011 and I'm back baby!

It's been rough out here as an artist and small business owner with all the social media shake ups. T.T So I'm going back to my roots, tumblr & instagram. Though you can find me bluesky as well.

[harlowsbby]

Hiiii I’m not sure if I sent this one in already as I have the worst memory lmaooo but can you do a Jack harlow imagine where him & the reader used to date back then & they’re no longer together but their moms are best friends. Since they’re besties all they want is for them to be back together since they can see them both suffering post breakup. You’re more than welcomed to add smut to this especially after our man’s won 4 awards he deserves it :)

Pure Honey

( thank you 🍉 for helping me )

Jack Harlow he was once the love of your life the two of you dated back in high school everyone in Louisville said the two of you were high school sweethearts but one thing lead to another and he became famous and well you didn’t.

The breakup was hard and didn’t really end well you loved Jack and wanted him to achieve in life but at the same time there was a part of you that wanted him to stay in Louisville with you and be your little secret but Jack wanted more out of life he wanted to put his town on the map and that’s exactly what he’s been doing.

“Y/N sweetie can you come downstairs for a second please.” Your mom called from downstairs, sighing you put your phone down and went downstairs. Sometimes you hated coming back home for the holidays due to the reason that most of the time Jack was back down during the same time as well and your mom had many pictures placed on the walls of Jack and You.

You smiled softly seeing your mom baking one of her many famous pies, every since your father passed away she’s taken up cooking as a hobby and it actually helped her at times it wasn’t easy on either of you but the two of you managed to grow together and get past his death.

“Oh there you are sweetie I was going to see if you could set the table please, Maggie will be over soon.” Maggie was Jack’s mother and she was also like a second mother to you as well, when your father passed away she’d let you spend the night at her house and you two would spend time together or she’d take you out on little dates with Jack and Clay.

“Just Maggie? Or will some of your other friends be coming over as well.” Thanksgiving was in a couple of days so your mom always had a little dinner and invited over a few of her friends and they would all gossip and discus what dishes they are making for thanksgiving that year.

“Maggie and Jack as well as Urban and also Jack’s manger will be over as well and of course Clay.” Did you just hear your mother right? There was no way she was inviting over Jack right she had to be lying or maybe you were still sleeping.

“Jack’s coming over?” You said in disbelief your mom gave you a look of concern, when Jack and You broke up you never did tell her things ended well to spare her the pain since she was dealing with so much more.

“Yes sweetie his tour is over and a home cooked meal is exactly what he needs. Now stop looking like you saw a ghost and finish setting up the table they’ll be here soon.”

You couldn’t believe Jack was coming over you haven’t seen him in years I mean sure you saw him on social media but that wasn’t the same thing in a few hours he’d be at your house and you were planning on making sure you weren’t here for that.

A couple of hours go by while your in your room getting ready to meet up with your friend Taylor, Jack and them had just arrived you looked out your window hearing a car door shut that’s when your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest.

There was Jack he’s gotten taller he’s definitely developed way more as well he wasn’t that nerdy Jack you use to know, you shut your legs suddenly feeling a tingly sensation coming from your core you mentally cursed yourself because Jack still very much did have an effect on you.

“Y/N sweetie come downstairs now!” Your mom yelled you rolled your eyes and acted like you didn’t hear her, there was no way you were about to go downstairs.

“Jack! Hi sweetie gosh I missed you so much and look how much bigger you’ve gotten.” Your mom coo’d and squished Jack’s cheeks together as well as Urban’s and Clay’s.

“Hi Ms. Y/N I haven’t seen you in forever.” Jack laughed as he hugged your mother.

“It smells good in here Ms. Y/L I smell cherry pie.” Urban licked his lips and immediately walked towards the kitchen with Clay close on his tail.

“Boys that’s for dinner don’t even try and touch it.” Maggie and Your mother followed after Clay and Urban while Neelam and Jack stayed behind, Jack showing Neelam all of the pictures that hung on the wall.

“Who’s this?” Neelam asked while she brought the picture frame over to Jack he eyes started crinkled up to the smile on his face.

It was a picture of the two of you after your kindergarten play you were dressed up as a candy cane while Jack was dressed up as one of Santa’s elves. You had jumped onto of his back while his short little arms helped onto your legs tightly so you wouldn’t fall over.

“That’s Y/N she’s my best friend and was the girl I was in love with we haven’t talked in years since the breakup it was kinda hard on the both of us.” He explained to Neelam he rubbed his thump across your face in the picture before putting it back over the fire place.

“Is she here?”

“I’m not sure but even if she was here I don’t think she wants to see me.” He mumbled sadly before heading into the kitchen.

The whole time you were at the top of the stairs listening to his entire conversation, you missed Jack just as much as he missed you but he did you wrong and you don’t think you could ever forgive him.

After everyone settled down they all sat around the table and started eating and talking about thanksgiving, your mom and Maggie were talking about who was making the ham and who was making the turkey, Urban and Clay of course saying how they couldn’t wait to eat everything, Neelam was answering a few emails and Jack well his mind was stuck on you.

“Is Y/N here?” Jack asked your mom who finally realized that you never came downstairs when she called for you.

“Honey if you don’t mind could you go upstairs and see if she’s still up there? She’s got this thing lately of sneaking out the house.” Jack laughed at the thought of you sneaking in and out of your window every night. He excused himself from the table and made his way upstairs towards your room.

He ran his fingers across all the picture frames your mom had placed on the walls he couldn’t believe how much has changed and how fast time had went.

He was a bit hesitant at going into your room but he saw the door was cracked open a little bit so he just let himself in.

Jack chuckled seeing all of your stuffed animals laying across your bed his heart started fluttering seeing recent pictures you printed out of yourself and had them on your wall with other pictures of friends and family. You had him blocked on every social media platform he’d see a glimpse of you sometimes whenever you hung out with Sunni or Clay.

“Uh what are you doing in my room.” Jack jumped at the sound of your voice before quickly tossing down the stuffed animal. His face heated up in embarrassment but he couldn’t help but to let his jaw drop at the sight of you.

The way those jeans hugged all your curves perfectly made him feel many things and the way your lips looked so plump and juicy made him want to kiss you for days, and just you as a whole you were just so beautiful.

“Uh.. uh I fuck uh your mom told me to come get you because dinner is ready.” His cheeks started heating up you nodded your head slowly and noticed he was touching your stuffed animals.

“Why are you touching my things?”

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to.” Rolling your eyes you went and took the stuffed animals away from him before putting them back in their original place.

The room fell into a awkward silence the two of you had so much built up tension towards one another and weren’t really sure how to dish it out.

“Well I’ll just go then it was nice seeing you Y/N.” You hated how the two of you drifted off but today wasn’t the day to discuss it all maybe somethings were better left unsaid.

Thanksgiving day ( sorry girl I got lazy 💀 )

It was the day of thanksgiving everyone was over while Maggie and Your mom were in the kitchen finishing up some of the food and setting the table you sat in the living room scrolling on your phone while Clay and Urban argued over watching the thanksgiving parade, Neelam was doing her nails while Jack was looking at you.

You shifted in your seat feeling someone’s eyes on you and you knew who it was but you kept ignoring the fact that he was watching you he smirked noticing how you squirmed around.

“Stop looking at her Jack that’s weird.” Neelam mumbled over to him and checked her toes and smiled in approval at how they turned out.

“Well these are my eyes so I can look anywhere or is that a crime too.” He sassed back making Neelam roll her eyes at him.

She went to say something else but was interrupted by your mom.

“Dinner is done come on and eat!!” Everyone practically trampled out of the living room to go eat. Everyone in Kentucky knew that your mom was the queen at cooking they always joked around saying how her food could cure the world.

You sat across from Jack as everyone else sat next to one another. There was definitely some tension in the air it was so thick it could be cut with a knife.

“So how’s the food?” Maggie asked to try and break the silence.

“It’s really good thank you Maggie and Ms. Y/L.” Neelam thanked your mom and Maggie them two of them smiled over at her and offered her some more ham.

“It’s really good mom you guys did that.” Clay spoke with a mouth filled with mashed potatoes, you couldn’t help but to laugh at how silly he looked making Jack smile, he always loved your laugh and how your dimples would show. Your mom and Maggie both gave each other knowing looks when they noticed.

The two of them were planning how to get the two of you back together somehow. They both knew how badly you two missed each other but were both to petty and childish to admit it. Your mom knew you were about to hate her for what she was about to do but she was praying it would be worth it in the end.

“So Jack do you have a girlfriend yet? Any girls on the road act your attention.” You chocked on your drink while everyone gave your mom a shocked look.

“Uh well I don’t really have a girlfriend Ms. Y/L I’m not really looking right now.” Now it was Maggie’s turns to try and get things going.

“Are you sure Jack? What happened to what’s her name.. Lala yes Lala I thought the two of you were going on a date together tomorrow.” That was it was for you, slamming down your fork and spoon you excused yourself and went outside, Jack excused himself as well and followed behind you.

“Looks like it worked.”

“It sure did.” Neelam, Urban and Clay weren’t sure what to say but just shrugged it off and went back to stuffing their faces.

“Y/N hey slow down would you.” Jack was surprised at how fast you were walking he could barley catch up.”

“Yo slow the fuck down Y/L!” He yelled out and grabbed your hand brining you towards his chest, you kept your head down not wanting to make eye contact with him.

“Y/N look at me.” He begged he frowned hearing your sniffle you looked up slowly and instantly started balling.

“Oh baby don’t cry.” Jack brought you into his chest and you just let all your emotions and anger you were holding in all out.

After a few minutes you eventually calmed down and pulled away from him.

“I’m sorry for getting makeup on your hoodie.” He laughed and shook his head at you.

“It’s nothing I got plenty of more and you know there is no girl named Lala I’m sure my mom was just lying to try and get us out here which worked.” You laughed and nodded you kinda knew they were up to something.

“I’m sorry Jack for everything I knew I shouldn’t have acted so selfish when you decided to leave Louisville, I just didn’t want you to leave me.”

“I’m sorry too Y/N I know the way I left things messed you up and I apologize but if you don’t mind you think we could start over?” He eyes sparkled with hope and you bit your lip before grinning up at him.

“I’d like that very much Jack. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too baby girl.” He leaned down and grabbed your chin before smashing his lips onto yours, your arms wrapping around his neck as you brought him in closer.

“Ms. Y/L you might be having a porno on your front porch soon.” Clay yelled from the living room window as Urban and Him watched Jack and you practically swallow one another.

[chaifootsteps]

Howdy this is the same anon that had many incorrect speculations about Hazbin Hotel.

Here's all the things I first thought of when watching Helluva Boss for the first time

Premise

- They would visit different versions of Earth for targets.

- The reason their former targets wouldn't come after them was because all of their weapons were made out of a mix of metal harvested in Purgatory and Hell's brimstone this results in the soul being trapped in a Hell of its own making.

- Blitz started the business to track down what happened to his sister (and he got fired from every job in the city. )

- Moxxie is a theater professor that took up the job to find his parents murderer.

- Millie was a former enforcer turned Hell's Olympian that is a thrill seeker, her whole goal is to find a way to demolish angels.

- Loona actually belonged to Barbie Wire she was once a normal Earth dog before getting killed. Barbie transformed into a Hellhound, it's hinted at she once belonged to a human that Barbie cared for immensely.

- Loona's phone is sentient that is her best friend. She's constantly looking up Hell's culture and social norms because she has no idea how to act like a Hellhound.

- Loona is the social media manger that advertises their services.

-Loona is practicing using the Grimoire to give her phone a new robot body.

- She also has a big cosmic horror wolf monster form, she uses the Internet to look up Hell culture.

- Moxxie is studying necromancy with the Grimoire.

- Moxxie also uses music based weapons and his main ability is to puppet people with his songs, he also can boost his allies (Bard)

- Millie would have a fondness for desert plants and bad comedy stories.

- For some reason I thought Octavia was Stolas's and Stella's niece they took in after her parents were killed.

- I also thought she was younger like 10-13.

- Blitz is saving money to own his own horse ranch one day.

- That Stolas and Stella were swingers.

- Octavia would constantly be sneaking out on her own adventures to different versions of Earth. She's got a million ocs, Loves MMORPGs, and loves adult cartoons she shouldn't be watching. She also still plays with her toys and would constantly change outfits.

- A running Gag would be any pest animals (spiders, bats, rats, other hell born animals) would have a incredibly fondness for Loona much to her annoyance.

- Moxxie and Blitz would get into frequent verb barbs.

- Millie would journal and make stone carvings as a hobby.

I want to study you.

[footballandfics]

Hey can you do a fluff ziyech one where he meets the reader for the first time.

Btw love ur writinggg

thank you for the request, sorry it took me a while.

You've met hakim through one of your friends

She's working as social media Manger in chelsea

And you've always been football fan

She knows that

So she invites a lot to watch the games with her and help while you're at it

You agree even though you're kinda of shy

You get excited that you're going to watch from a very up close sitting plac

She's not a big fan

But she loves her work

She spends the whole time filming short clips

Then she started to invite you for fiming interviews with the players

At first you refused

Since it'll be awkward with you around

Yet, she insisted saying she'll need someone who likes football to help her

Someone who knows inside jokes for the the club

Knows the crazy moments

What the fans like to know

So you agreed

You have been helping her on your free time

Sending her ideas for the next videos

Who's more popular with the fans

What the fans like to see and know

Then one time she asked you to assist her in a video

You agreed after a lot of convincing

It was a video for Chelsea youtube channel

The team stars playing some games

Who is most likely to

It was hakim, mount,kepa

The three of them are your favorite in the team

That's making you even more nervous

You helped her pick the questions

And prepare the set

Then they came and said their hellos

She introduced you to them

Mount cracking jokes here and there

Kepa laughing at everything mount says

Hakim was quiter than the two

Starting to film

The shoot went smooth

But you kept locking eyes with hakim

He has such beautiful eyes

They sparkle

You felt butterflies in your stomach

No you weren't starstrucked

He was funny

Without even trying

And when he smiles

His beautiful eyes always sparkling

Without realizing the shoot is over

The other two said their goodbyes

But hakim stayed a bit

You didn't know what to do or say

So you acted occupied

Your friend caught up and she said some silly excuse to leave you both alone

"So miss assistant, do you like to go out with me?"

He asks you and you never thought he'll be straight forward

"As in a date? " He continued wanting to make himself clear

You agreed, never thinking that in the end of the day you exchanged numbers and set a date

With this beautiful man.

[touloserrrr]

Since I am totally very normal about Six… I have decided to overanalyse all the lyrics: Don’t Lose Ur Head

Grew up in the French Court

Initially I thought this meant Boleyn was French, but a simple google search actually reveals she was born in England, but did part of her education in France as a maid of honour (lady in waiting) to the French queen.

Oui, oui, bonjour

“Yes, yes, hello” in French to indicate her upbringing.

Life was a chore so (she set sail)

1522 came straight to the UK

Boleyn returned to England that year to marry a distant cousin. This was planned simply in the interest of her family for some land.

All the British dudes, lame

Epic fail

This engagement was broken off at some point, though there is nothing to suggest a specific reason. This has left Boleyn a single woman in England.

Ooh, I wanna dance and sing

This could be a reference to her character in the musical as she had become a singer here, however, this could also reference the fact Boleyn was known for singing and dancing rather well.

Politics, not my thing

Ooh, but then I met the King

Boleyn became a maid of honour to Catherine of Aragon, which led to her meeting Henry. In 1526, he became interested in her and attempted to seduce her.

And soon my daddy said, "You should try and get ahead"

Might be about trying to get ahead of her sister Mary Boleyn, who was Henry’s past mistress but nothing more. Additionally, this line sounds like “get a head”, hinting at her eventual loss of a head.

He wanted me, huh, obviously

Messaging me like everyday

This is of course as in sending letters, but could be a parody of the trope of the cheating husband messaging his lover on his phone every day and having to be secretive about it to his wife.

Couldn't be better, then he sent me a letter and who am I kidding

I was prêt-à-manger

I do not speak any French so had to use google translate; “ready to eat”. I was confused at first why this line would be used, but I figured it may be one of these possibilities: could be literally referring to royal food as Henry was very wealthy and ate better than anyone else at the time; ready to eat up all of the love she is given; or it could be a sexual innuendo.

Ooh, sent a reply

Ooh, just saying hi

Ooh, you're a nice guy

Surface level, seems like Boleyn is saying she believed Henry was a decent man. However, overanalysis kicks in! This possibly could be a reference to the modern use of the term “nice guy”; a man who acts nice to a woman but believes he is entitled to something, so if something does not go his way, he flips.

I'll think about it maybe, xo baby

Here we go

(You sent him kisses)

I didn't know I would move in with his misses

Boleyn, Aragon and Henry were living in the same palace due to Boleyn’s position in court, but later she was moved to her own lodging to be closer to Henry.

(What?)

Get a life

You're living with his wife?

Like, what was I meant to do?

Once Henry made up his mind, the woman in his life had little control over the next events. This is later proven in ‘I Don’t Need Your Love’. Boleyn did not have many options in her situation.

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Boleyn was known to have some rather controversial things (at the time) when angered, one of the most notable examples being “Ainsi sera groigne qui groigne”, which means “Let them grumble; that is how it is going to be”, this being her motto. This line could possibly also be about the things she said to Henry which led to him annulling his marriage with Catherine of Aragon, and becoming supreme head of the Church of England.

I'm just tryna have some fun

Don't worry, don't worry, don't lose your head

To ‘lose your head’ means to lose self-control or panic, but it also obviously refers to the fact that Boleyn was beheaded, so she literally was the one to lose her head.

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

LOL, say oh well

The use of modern language that has been popularised with social media contrasts with the time period these events took place. Additionally, this language is rather casual, so it shows the character’s attitude to the whole situation.

Or go to hell

This is another major contrast - the line before this was rather innocent-sounding, and suggests she had no ill-intent, yet this line is the complete opposite as the Tudor times were very religious so this would’ve been taken rather seriously.

I'm sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Don't lose your head

Three in the bed and the little one said

This is a reference to the famous (at least in England) nursery song ‘Ten In The Bed’. In this bit the character of Boleyn points to herself in reference to “the little one”, which could also be highlighting how Anne Boleyn was around 10 years younger than Henry, and more than that than Aragon.

If you wanna be wed, make up your mind

Her or me, chum

The letters Henry sent to Boleyn indicate she refused to sleep with him for most of their relationship before marriage, likely because it was looked down upon if a woman wasn’t a virgin before marriage. This likely was a factor in why Henry decided he wanted Boleyn to be more than just another one of his mistresses.

Don't wanna be some

Girl in a threesome

Are you blind?

Ooh, don't be bitter

Ooh, 'cause I'm fitter

This shows a sort of conflict between Aragon and Boleyn, which may represent how civilians of England would show support to different queens (mainly Aragon) as a new queen was a rather large change at the time.

Ooh, why hasn't it hit her?

He doesn't want to bang you

Somebody hang you

This might refer to a quote by Anne Boleyn, where she said would “rather see her hanged than acknowledge her as her mistress”.

Here we go

Your comment went viral

This is relevant to social media today how certain things can ‘go viral’, and can lead to cancel culture, like how Boleyn became hated by most of England, mostly because Aragon was a beloved queen.

I didn't really mean it but rumours spiral

Wow Anne, way to make the country hate you

As I stated before, Boleyn was hated and unpopular with a lot of the English population, and that led to some riots against her.

Mate, what was I meant to do?

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

I'm just tryna have some fun

Don't worry, don't worry, don't lose your head

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

LOL, say oh well

Or go to hell

I'm sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Don't lose your head

Tried to elope

But the pope said nope

At first Henry actually asked the pope to annul his marriage with Aragon in order to marry Boleyn, but this was obviously refused. Henry had the court meet to discuss this matter, but nothing really went from there. The two of them ended up getting married in secret.

Our only hope was Henry

He got a promotion

Henry pushed the Act of Supremacy, which made him the supreme head of the Church of England. This meant the pope held no religious authority over England, and he did divorce Aragon as he had wanted for a long time, not only because of Boleyn, but also because he wanted a son.

Caused a commotion

Set in motion the C of E

The C of E is just a shortened phrase that refers to the Church of England, whom Henry was the head of.

The rules were so outdated

This likely refers to how many times Henry’s annulment to Aragon was denied, which didn’t allow for Boleyn and Henry to marry.

Us two wanted to get x-rated

In order to sleep with one another, couples were expected to marry first, so this line is a reference to that.

Soon, ex-communicated

Everybody chill, its totes God's will

Boleyn was a Catholic and was rather religious, but not as religious as some of the other queens.

Henry's out every night on the town

Just sleeping around, like what the hell?

Henry was known to have lots of mistresses during his marriages, and his marriage to Boleyn was no exception. She already knew he used to sleep with her sister while he was married to Aragon and had a son with another woman. Historical sources claim that he had started courting Jane Seymour during this marriage.

If that's how it's gonna be

Maybe I'll flirt with a guy or three

Boleyn was known to be rather flirtatious and was later charged with adultery. One of the men believed to have been a lover of hers was Mark Smeaton, who confessed to this accusation, however, this was likely after being tortured or promised freedom, so it is difficult to say if this was an accurate accusation. There were a few other men who Henry claimed Boleyn had romantic affairs with, but there is not that much evidence for those, which is why historians often theorise Henry made up these charges in order to get rid of his wife in order to marry Seymour.

Just to make him jell

Henry finds out and he goes mental

He screams and shouts

Like so judgemental

You damned witch

Boleyn wasn’t actually charged with witchcraft, but a lot of people over the years spread the rumour of her being a witch, claiming she had a sixth finger - and deformities like this were associated with witchcraft in the past. There is no real evidence to suggest she did have this.

Mate, just shut up

Women weren’t expected to stand up to their husbands, so Boleyn telling Henry to “shut up” would have been very much looked down upon.

I wouldn't be such a b-

Throughout the entire musical, curse words are censored mostly by the other queens interrupting.

If you could get it up

Here we go

(Is that what you said?)

And now he's going 'round like off with her head

(No)

Yeah, I'm pretty sure he means it

(Seems it)

Of course, this is referring to how Henry decided to have Boleyn executed, specifically by beheading. The phrase “off with their head” became popularised by Lewis Carroll, who published his original books on Alice in Wonderland, which is said by the Queen of Hearts.

What was I meant to do?

(What was she meant to do?)

Like what was I meant to do?

(What was she meant to do?)

No, but what was I meant to do?

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

I'm just tryna have some fun

Don't worry, don't worry, don't lose your head

I didn't mean to hurt anyone

LOL, say oh well

Or go to hell (she's going to hell)

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what she said

Sorry, not sorry 'bout what I said

Don't lose your head

Haha sorry

In a fit of anger, Boleyn would say things she regretted, which is reflected by the fact she apologised only at the end.

EXTRA: After this song, the character of Boleyn attempts to perform a solo song titled ‘Wearing Yellow To A Funeral’. This is a reference to how after Catherine of Aragon died, Henry was happy to hear the news, and attended her funeral with his new wife Anne Boleyn. They were both wearing yellow, which was a colour that symbolised mourning in Spain (Aragon’s country of origin), but joy and celebration in England.

[ryuttaeng]

A Yeji one please! One where the reader is 6th member of Itzy and the company wanted the reader and Yuna to do fanservice on a variety show (LA with Itzy) and Yeji gets jealous at the sight of reader getting cozy with Yuna so she breaks the secret of reader and her being a couple and kisses her in front of the cameras hehe

pairing: yeji x 6th member!reader

summary: skinship was a part of her job. fan-service included. whenever her management would ask to interact with some members, Yeji would do it, not in very intense way though. when your group went to LA for KCON, your mangers asked you to spent more screen time with Yuna, would it be spending spare time just hanging out or amusement park. too much touching and physical touch with maknae made Yeji glance at you both furiously, knowing that she couldn’t do anything to prevent that. or could she?

genre: fluff, bit of angst

warnings: none except jealousy

a/n: sorry it came out so short 😭

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So excited for their trip to Los Angles, for KCON, but also excited for their upcoming new memories and bringing back old memories. They shoot ‘Nobody Like You’ and ‘ICY’ music videos here and it was their already third time to come here. You was preparing for shooting new show when your manager texted you all in your group chat.

“Yuna and Y/N, you need more screen time with each other, skinship and fan-service included”

You looked up at Yuna, nodding her in agreement. She happily nodded, clapping her hands. When you all were ready to separate in teams to choose an item to remember, you were in pair with Yuna and Yeji, Lia, Chaeryeong and Ryujin together. Remembering your manager’s words, you hold Yuna’s hand in your, smiling at her. You both looked in each other’s eyes as you felt third pair of eyes look at you.

Yeji didn’t liked idea of skinship and fan-service already, trying to look away from you, making herself look busy with choosing place where to go. Choosing friendship items was a torture for Yeji as you both looked like a lovey-dovey pair, almost kissing each other. Maybe you got into role too much as it really looked like you were dating with Yuna. Already had enough of this, rushing to you when Yuna looked away, distracted by something.

One camera was still working and pointed right into you with Yuna, when Yeji came in frame. Cupping your face in her hands, connecting her lips with yours, Yeji kissed you in front of cameras. You closed your eyes on reflex, reciprocating the kiss, as Yeji deepened it. Cameraman immediately walked away from both of you, not wanting to disturb you both or just because he didn’t wanted to redo the scene, hoping that when they’re gonna edit clips they would cut it out.

As it turned out, editors didn’t noticed that scene while making final video and your team uploaded video just like that. The first 10 minutes of video seemed pretty normal, but when your fans saw Yeji kissing you, they just went crazy. Spamming in all social media, screenshot of you both kissing attached, posting pics, some celebrated that you were a couple.

Yeji could tell your management went crazy. Deleting the video was too late and the last thing they could do is to confirm your relationship with Yeji. As they did, would that mean that you would spent more screen time with her? She would think about that later, as Yeji had to face with consequences of her jealousy.

[sturnstvs]

space camp

summary: in which scarlet is a model for the space camp photo shot and chris catches her attention

warnings: none, except a brief mention of ADHD, i dont know if chris really does have it but in some stories he will as this is complete fiction

modeling was always something scarlet wanted to do, it was a passion she had sense she was a child. she worked hard for it, having the perfect body the perfect skin, with this it gained her a lot of polulatrity in high school, but the one thing that popularity taught her was boys are jackass's.

when she graduated high school the first thing she did was go to LA, she had always wanted to go and she saved enough money from her job in her hometown that she was able to. with the one trip to LA to try and find modeling jobs, she managed to get herself a manager and ended up spending the whole summer in LA.

after that summer her manager told her it would be best for her to permanently move to LA, which  is what she did. she was able to get a apartment and move to LA full time.

madi filipowicz had heard of scarlet. she was all over magazine covers as well as social media, so when she heard that her best friend was launching a brand and needed modals for a photoshoot she knew exactly who he should call.

when scarlet got the call from her manager that the nick sturniolo wanted her to be a model for his upcoming brand she was ecstatic. i mean come on its nick sturniolo. her manager told her that it was in a couple of days and she would find out about everything when she got there.

so fast forward to friday which was the day of the photo shoot and she couldnt be more thrilled.

"hi, im nick sturniolo you must be scarlet right?" nick greeted her when she walked through the door to the warehouse

"yes, its nice to meet you, im a big fan" scarlet told the boy

"oh, thank you! i didn't think that someone like you would know me" he told her surpised

"no! you're so great" scarlet said to the the brunette as they walked through to the back

"okay well, this is where they will get you ready and everything and ill meet you out there" he told the girl with a smile

"alright, thanks again for this opportunity" scarlet told the boy excitedly

once scarlet was ready she went out and did the shoot, which went better then she was expecting.

while she was in the middle of the shoot one of his brother which she assumed was chirs kept staring at her. now dont get her wrong she thinks he is really atractive and all just that she had a rule. you dont date any people working around the set. maybe if she met chris outside of the set or maybe if she didnt work on the set at all she would pursue talking to him romantically, but it would get to complicated and her manager forbid it.

"alright thats a wrap for today, scarlet can i talk to you for a sec" one guys behind the scene asked

"yeah sure" she got up and made her way over to talk to him

"nick personaly asked, if you could of course, come in tommorw to do a one on one set with him, we already talked to your manager and she said it was good"

"of course, same time" scarlet noted

"yep, and thank you agian"

the next day came quicker then she expected, leading her to the moment she is now, right outside the door of the ware house once again, unbeknownst to her christopher sturniolo was on the other side waiting for her

scarlet was not the only one to notice his stares, but his brother as well as his manger had also noticed them. they told chris he cant become involved with one of the models as it would ruin the set and if it didnt work out they would lose one of their best models again.

chris of course being the person he is argued against this, but then again they hadn't really met which didnt really help his case, he needed to see if their conection was good enough in order to have a good agrument which led chris to now.

nick was in a meeting at the moment about his brand so this was the perfect opportunity now that she was here. so he opened the ware house door and bombarded her with questions right away.

"hey im chris, you must be scarlet! nice to meet you" chris told the girl enthusiastically

"hi yeah, im scarlet, but i really got to go i have a photo shoot" scarlet told the boy soflty

she didnt appricate the stairs from yesterdays shoot and she didn't want to pursue him at all, unfortunately for her it seemed like he had the opposite idea.

"nick is in a meeting right now, but we can get to know each other maybe" chris told the girl

"i guess" she agreed, she didnt want to be rude it was her bosses brother after all.

the two got to know each other and it turns out they had a lot more in common then she originaly would have thought. it turns out that he had ADHD which explained his hyper activity eairlier on in the morning, he also had found out that she has been modeling for a few years. the two really hit it off and nick noticed this when he came out of his meeting to find scarlet and chris laughing on the couch.

nick didn't like where this was going and something like this has happened before with one of the models but maybe she was different so he let it slide and him and scarlet did their photo shoot, which turned out better then expected.

something scarlet did know that day is she was definitely going to hang out with christopher sturniolo again. note: should i make this into a story? also sorry these are short i dont really like writing things really long

[bailey-the-narrator]

WRITING FIC AGAIN WAHOOOOO

This is based on @insomniphic's Celebrity AU, introducing: Bailey as a celebrity chef!

“YOU FUCKING ASS, WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT CUTTING THE LETTUCE??!?”

Bailey sighs, his concerned eyes watching his Head Chef yelling at a poor Garde Manger who accidentally cut the vegetable not thin enough. He nudges Stanley a bit, letting him know to tone it down a bit, but all he gets is a sharp glare from the other. So he, unfortunately, has to let Stanley do his thing while he slowly collects the lettuce scraps and puts them in the vegetable scrap container.

Well, it’s been a part of his life as an Executive Chef in a five-star hotel, with the whole hotel’s restaurant becoming his playground to explore his vast creativity in food. The owner has been so kind as to let him do whatever he wants as long as it brings him profit in the end. Bailey doesn’t mind it at all.

His train of thought snaps when he feels a hand on his shoulder, and he tenses up, immediately throwing a look at whoever that is before his gaze finally softens at the sight of Mariella, the restaurant’s head waitress. Her expression can be described as frustration. “Chef, a guest wants to talk to you.” Her head gestures toward the opening gap between the kitchen and the dining hall, where he can see guests in front of the bar. “Table 5 is an influencer. She wanted meatless steak and kept insisting we have that as a secret menu here.”

The chef pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing again. “We don’t have meatless steak as a secret menu. We never have a secret menu in the first place.” God, he hates social media influencers so much.

“Exactly. Now tell the guest to shut up for me. I’ll call security in case things go south.” And Mariella takes off before he can stop her, leaving him behind in his increasing anxiety. Dealing with customers isn’t his strong suit, but alas, he often needs to do this as the face of the restaurant and the one who wrote most of the menu and recipes.

But Stanley would fuck it up. He’s too harsh for the guest, and Mariella would chew him out, so he can’t let his assistant do it either.

Yeah, he doesn’t have any choice other than to face her straight on.

He walks out of the kitchen, pulling out the cap that he wore and letting his messy black hair bun out. Blue eyes scan the dining area, spotting the target almost immediately due to a small phone tripod standing right on the table, where it most likely records the woman that sits right in front of it, waiting for someone.

“Excuse me, miss.” Bailey doesn’t waste any more time. He wants to do this fast. “My name is Chef Johnson, and I’ve heard from my waitress that you wanted to talk to me.”

The guest looks up at him, now pushing the phone tripod, camera lens pointing at him. “Yes, I heard from someone that you have a secret menu.” Her tone of voice sounds obnoxious and loud at the same time. He sees a few other guests turn their backs to see the ruckus.

“Apologies, but we never have a secret menu in the first place.” The first rule of customer service; apologise even when the guests are wrong. “We do have vegan options on the main course, like veggie curry and konjac fried rice-”

“Well, I know the owner. He told me about that menu in the first place.” She’s now half-yelling, getting attention from more patrons, making Bailey steps back subconsciously and slowly sink down mentally, feeling embarrassed. He knows she’s bullshitting. Mr Owner would’ve informed him a while ago to make her a different food.

“A good chef caters to every customer. A great chef wants to preserve their art in the food and not let people take the thing that makes it a part of you away.” 

Many eyes are watching him, putting pressure on the chef’s back, and his mind blurs out the woman’s continuous angry rant little by little until it’s nothing but echoes of blabs. He can feel his legs freezing in place, despite his urge to run from the confrontation.

“Be selfish, goddamnit! Don’t let those sous chefs step on you!”

…Huh?

Bailey lets out a small chuckle. Even when he’s alone, Stanley still helps him in his thoughts.

“-and obviously, there’s a saying that customer is king, so-”

“Apologies, but I disagree with that saying.” The chef’s voice volume rivals the woman as his face darkens, and his submissive stance vanishes as he straightens up his back, eyes sharpening with malice. “You are in my restaurant, where my staffs serve you food.” He leans closer toward the guest, expression cold.  “I’d say that staffs are part of the government, and you’re just a mere plebeian.”

A sudden silence encapsulates the whole dining area, with Bailey seeming to be the villain on the other side of this story. “You came here asking for something that does currently not exist in the menu that I wrote myself, and you brought the owner’s existence in this poor attempt of lying to back up your claim of the non-existent menu.” He swears he can smell the fear of the trembling patron in front of him. “You brought up the comparison between you and a head of a monarchy who doesn’t have much power in both political and government works in these modern days. You fucked up on that part, miss.”

The offended look on that woman’s face brought a slightly satisfied smirk to his face. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” From the corner of his eyes, he sees Mariella and a couple of security guards approaching. Guess it’s time for a farewell. “You’ll be temporarily banned from this restaurant for a year or until you change your behaviour in treating restaurants like they’re your servants who’ll grant all your wishes.” He puts up his usual customer service smile. “Thank you, and goodbye.”

Bailey quickly turns around and leaves, letting Marielle with the rest of the problem, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead. The duty is over, and now he can return to his primary task.

He’s one inch away from banning influencers from the restaurant.

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CAMEO (Luke by @corvidcrows and Narry by @insomniphic):

Ever so often, when the restaurant is closing up, Bailey and some staffs still stay inside together to talk. Some talks were about the guests, the other staff, or sometimes even accidents in the kitchen.

“Wh- TV show?” Bailey hesitantly points at himself. “Me? Got invited to a talk show?” And Mr Owner gives another firm nod, confirming his point. “Why? What did I do?”

Mr Owner gives a shrug. “Dunno. But I got a call from the TV station asking for you.”

His Patisserie, Bucky, grins from ear to ear. “That’s so cool, holy shit!” He jumps off of the counter and gently shakes the Executive Chef. “Mention my Twitch channel, please, so I can get famous too!”

The younger staff gets a shove from a very agitated Stanley, acting as the older man’s protective guard. “No, no touchy the chef. He doesn’t like sudden touches.” The Head Chef proceeds to hit him with a newspaper, albeit not too hard, and the Patisserie giggles.

“I think the TV host's name is Luke? He sounds…interesting.” Mariella shows her phone screens, showing a clip of what seems to be the mentioned man interviewing someone. “He sounds so stiff, but I think he’s alright.”

“In the meantime- Whoops!” Mr Owner pulls out a large box that has been sitting behind his back. “I got you something to wear at the interview because I know your closet is not fitting for any semi-formal wear.”

Bailey pouts, opening the box to see a pair of dark blue jeans and a hooded blue jacket with golden trims at the bottom and around the sleeves, neatly folded inside. The sight excites the chef, now babbling out of excitement as he wears the jacket. The jacket’s weight feels so right and baggy, and the fabric doesn’t make his skin itchy. The hood also covers the back of his head, and he feels a lot safer with the coverage.

“Aerrowpose has a lot of comfy designs, so I’d reckon you’d like that.” Mr Owner’s expression softens, fondly watching the chef’s giddy act. “I keep seeing the CEO wearing his own brand on TV, and I thought that if the chairman himself likes it a lot, then it’s the real deal.”

“Can I buy ten more of this?”

“No, Bailey, you can’t.”