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FAME DR — moments, in which i knew, i’ve made it. 

⋆  hearing my song at a random café – i’m just vibing, sipping an espresso, and suddenly my voice floats through the speakers. people around me are humming along, totally unaware that it’s…..ME!!!! me!!!??

⋆  seeing my face on a billboard in times square – i’m there with friends, acting all casual, but inside i’m screaming because it’s just… me. huge. in times square. 

⋆  getting DMs from celebrities i used to fangirl over – notifications blow up, and there’s that blue check, THEM, sliding into my DMs saying they’re obsessed with my new song or film or whatnot want to meet up.

⋆  having a designer send me clothes with a handwritten note – just open a package to find an exclusive jacket with a note: “this piece is so you. can’t wait to see you wear it.” WHAT?

⋆  walking into a room and people literally gasping – at a party or event or literally just a whatever place, and the whole place goes quiet for a beat when i walk in. heads turning, whispers starting—everyone is in awe. okay, beyonce. okay…

⋆  finding fan art of myself online – fans post these breathtaking drawings and edits, capturing every tiny detail of an outfit, facial expressions, and they’re actually better than anything an official team could come up with. 

⋆  watching paparazzi chase after me in a cute outfit – i just.. step out, dressed, and suddenly there’s a whole crew of photographers losing their minds trying to get shots of. 

⋆  hearing my voice as someone’s ringtone in public – walking in the streets, chilling, and someone’s phone goes off with my song. 

⋆  a little kid dressed as yours truly for halloween – like, full-on little diva mode and their parents are so proud of their mini-star!!!!!! internal screaming.

⋆  seeing fans camped out with signs hours before an event – i’m arriving, and there’s personalised signs. i feel like madonna or someone. like, people like me that much!!!! me!!!! 

⋆  seeing a poster of me in someone’s room — it can be super casual; film or one of those music posters but they still have it in their rooms?? on their walls??? 

⋆  hearing other artists name-drop me in their interviews – people i’ve perhaps looked up to, who inspired me, are now saying things like, “well, I’d love to work with her; she’s killing it right now.” it’s giving favourite artist’s favourite artist !!!!

⋆  my favourite high-fashion brand using my song in their runway show – watching videos of the models walking to my beat during paris fashion week. It's iconic. it's cinematic. it’s unreal. it makes me squeal for a bit. just a bit.

⋆  random people copying my hairstyles and outfits – i go on instagram and tik tok to find tutorials on how to get my curls, my makeup, or even my attitude. fashion style. body type?! oh my god. i’m a BLUEPRINT!!! 

⋆  fans quoting my interviews back to me – they remember all of those cheesy one-liners and even throw them back in comments and in person. 

⋆  being the reason someone starts making music or art – a fan gushing, saying, “i only started singing because of you.” 

⋆  catching people on the metro secretly taking photos of me – i’m reading or vibing with a friend, and i glimpse at someone trying to snap a photo discreetly. i get that little downturned smile because?? hello?? COME HERE I DON’T BITE??

⋆  fans running entire accounts just for paparazzi photos – i find out about multiple fan pages dedicated to catching and sharing every single glimpse of me, from coffee runs to red carpet shots. wild. also very smile-inducing.

⋆  people naming their pets after me – i hear fans saying they have a dog, cat, or even a fish named after me. it’s cute, and it makes me feel like i’ve officially entered pop culture.

⋆  meeting someone who cries when they see me – they’re sobbing, overwhelmed, and i’m trying to hold their hands, saying, “it’s okay, it’s okay, oh my god, stop crying, i’m going to start crying!!” 

⋆  being used as stantwt gif’s — okay. yea, i’ve made it. no comment.

⋆  people selling out an outfit as soon as i wear it – i wore a certain dress, and boom, it’s immediately sold out everywhere. i’m officially. officialy setting trends without even trying.

⋆  fans knowing my coffee order by heart – people are out there replicating my exact coffee order and sharing recipes, so everyone can feel a little more like me??. spreading soy milk propaganda <3 

⋆  being an inspiration behind fan tattoos – people are getting my quotes, my NAME, or even my films or albums inked on their bodies. okay. OKAY….wow.? 

⋆  people taking photos at places just because i’ve been there – spots i’ve casually visited are suddenly iconic locations for fans, and they recreate my exact poses.

⋆  finding out my song were played at someone’s wedding – it’s their special day, and my voice is part of their love story??? 

⋆  getting letters from people who say i’ve changed their lives – fans sending handwritten letters, saying how i saved them, made them stronger, or helped them believe in themselves. <3 :( :) (:AWE. 

⋆  noticing my name carved on trees – i’m literally engraved in people’s memories and spaces. can i cry now? 

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ANGELIC AURA - A VAUNT 🪽

Being a real-life angel…

I’m beautiful, like so so beautiful. And everyone can see it, and sure my looks play a role i have a face some can dream of and a body that looks like it was sculpted by the gods. But there’s something about my aura that is so angelic, people describe me as a real-life angel. I’m often complimented on how much more surreal I look in person and how angelic I am. I am such a sweetheart, people wonder how I’m real when they meet me in person.

When people speak of those perfect girls who are breathtakingly beautiful on the inside and out, they are talking about me. Those who are jealous of me can’t even rally a strong army against me because i’m so loveable and so beautiful, it’s hard to hate me.

There is a subtle almost otherworldly energy around me, as if I’m always connected to something higher and spiritually uplifting. And it’s why people treat me with such respect and kindness, pretty privilege comes easy to me because of how beautiful I feel to others. I radiate warmth and light, and people often say there’s something beautiful about my presence that makes them feel safe and accepted.

It doesn’t help that I smell immaculate, ask people what their favourite scent is and they will just say my name. My scent and aura attracts people and gives them an obsession with being around me

I’m often a source of light and guidance, and people view me as a beautiful presence that inspires them to bring out the best in themselves, which is why so many people fall in love with me unprovoked. I’m treated like such a princess everywhere I go, even when I try not to be the spotlight, it’s impossible not to be because everyone is obsessed with me and the vibe I bring .

It’s not hard to fall in love with an angel like me

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and what if i scripted that i play cinderella (2015) because i am sort of...just sort of...just kinda enamoured with the idea of being a disney princess

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20 followers what if i cried

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The love on this🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶😭😭😭😭part two incoming??

FAME DR — weird, little problems

⋆  forgetting where i last put my designer sunglasses almost every day, which means my assistant has 7 extra pairs on standby – and half of them aren’t even mine. i think.

⋆  chipping a perfectly manicured nail right before a photoshoot, then having to hide that hand in every single shot. it’s not diva behaviour if it’s just a matter of survival, okay?

⋆  getting the cutest, keeeeeewlest gifts from fans, but they’re wrapped like fort knox!??!! i end up spending 15 minutes trying to carefully open everything without ripping a single bow or little note.

⋆  that eternal (sisyphus mentioned) inner struggle of “is the vintage dior too much for buying soy milk? what if i get spotted?” and realising it’s already 7 PM and i’m still in that closet, no closer to getting groceries.

⋆  finding a way to stuff a giant PR package from hermès into my handbag while also managing keys, phone, and fan mail that i promised to keep safe.

⋆  putting on the most basic hoodie and jeans (and even a cap….) to blend in, but the cashier still goes, “wait. wait, wait, wait. aren’t you that famous actress? OH MY GOD!!!” so much for being “low-key.” i just wanted soy milk, hello?? 

⋆  walking into an event in the perfect lightweight dress only to find out the AC is set to antarctic levels, and now i’m shivering while trying to look composed.

⋆  trying to angle my face for selfies with fans because of that one side i’m convinced is my "best," and they never seem to choose it. so much for scripting “i look divine in all angles……..”

⋆  having a full lineup of glorious, beautiful, fantastic, bewitching lipsticks to choose from and still somehow going with the same one every day. guess that signature look isn’t so much a choice as it is reality.

⋆  saying "thank you" to fans in a raspy post-performance voice, only to have it crack halfway through like i’m in middle school. cute. also a bit pathetic, but i hope nobody noticed it (it’s already on twitter. okay. fml). 

⋆  catching a glimpse of myself before an interview and realising i lost one of my statement earrings somewhere in the makeup chair. so it’s off with the other one, and fingers crossed no one notices !!

⋆  stumbling into clouds of fans’ perfume that just won’t leave, so now i’m a weird medley of their scents instead of my signature one. WHO’S WEARING DIOR SAUVAGE, GET THEM OUT.

⋆  thinking i’ll just take a “few quick pics” after an event, but that “few” turns into 70 fans waiting in line and smiling with them all. i’m happy to do it, but babygirl….. those cheeks start to hurt by #27.

⋆  walking the red carpet in sky-high heels and reminding myself NOT to look down because one glance and it’s wobble central and then god knows i’ll be crying off sheer embarrassment, guilt and shame and then sticking that heel into my neck (medieval girl with sword in neck recreation, well yes!).

⋆  trying to sneak a snack in between takes but terrified of crumbs, so i’m eating chips with the slow precision of a surgeon.

⋆  constantly having that goddamn phone on 5% because i forgot to charge it while on set, so now it’s a frantic hunt for a charger before the next event.

⋆  pulling my hair out at night only to realise my hoodie has taken a chunk of it with it. fan photos the next morning with that bald spot are just not the vibe, i fear.

⋆  jet-setting for events means my phone calendar is permanently confused, and i’m somehow late to things happening in my home time zone. 

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FAME DR — weird, little problems

⋆  forgetting where i last put my designer sunglasses almost every day, which means my assistant has 7 extra pairs on standby – and half of them aren’t even mine. i think.

⋆  chipping a perfectly manicured nail right before a photoshoot, then having to hide that hand in every single shot. it’s not diva behaviour if it’s just a matter of survival, okay?

⋆  getting the cutest, keeeeeewlest gifts from fans, but they’re wrapped like fort knox!??!! i end up spending 15 minutes trying to carefully open everything without ripping a single bow or little note.

⋆  that eternal (sisyphus mentioned) inner struggle of “is the vintage dior too much for buying soy milk? what if i get spotted?” and realising it’s already 7 PM and i’m still in that closet, no closer to getting groceries.

⋆  finding a way to stuff a giant PR package from hermès into my handbag while also managing keys, phone, and fan mail that i promised to keep safe.

⋆  putting on the most basic hoodie and jeans (and even a cap….) to blend in, but the cashier still goes, “wait. wait, wait, wait. aren’t you that famous actress? OH MY GOD!!!” so much for being “low-key.” i just wanted soy milk, hello?? 

⋆  walking into an event in the perfect lightweight dress only to find out the AC is set to antarctic levels, and now i’m shivering while trying to look composed.

⋆  trying to angle my face for selfies with fans because of that one side i’m convinced is my "best," and they never seem to choose it. so much for scripting “i look divine in all angles……..”

⋆  having a full lineup of glorious, beautiful, fantastic, bewitching lipsticks to choose from and still somehow going with the same one every day. guess that signature look isn’t so much a choice as it is reality.

⋆  saying "thank you" to fans in a raspy post-performance voice, only to have it crack halfway through like i’m in middle school. cute. also a bit pathetic, but i hope nobody noticed it (it’s already on twitter. okay. fml). 

⋆  catching a glimpse of myself before an interview and realising i lost one of my statement earrings somewhere in the makeup chair. so it’s off with the other one, and fingers crossed no one notices !!

⋆  stumbling into clouds of fans’ perfume that just won’t leave, so now i’m a weird medley of their scents instead of my signature one. WHO’S WEARING DIOR SAUVAGE, GET THEM OUT.

⋆  thinking i’ll just take a “few quick pics” after an event, but that “few” turns into 70 fans waiting in line and smiling with them all. i’m happy to do it, but babygirl….. those cheeks start to hurt by #27.

⋆  walking the red carpet in sky-high heels and reminding myself NOT to look down because one glance and it’s wobble central and then god knows i’ll be crying off sheer embarrassment, guilt and shame and then sticking that heel into my neck (medieval girl with sword in neck recreation, well yes!).

⋆  trying to sneak a snack in between takes but terrified of crumbs, so i’m eating chips with the slow precision of a surgeon.

⋆  constantly having that goddamn phone on 5% because i forgot to charge it while on set, so now it’s a frantic hunt for a charger before the next event.

⋆  pulling my hair out at night only to realise my hoodie has taken a chunk of it with it. fan photos the next morning with that bald spot are just not the vibe, i fear.

⋆  jet-setting for events means my phone calendar is permanently confused, and i’m somehow late to things happening in my home time zone. 

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FAME DR — weird, little problems

⋆  forgetting where i last put my designer sunglasses almost every day, which means my assistant has 7 extra pairs on standby – and half of them aren’t even mine. i think.

⋆  chipping a perfectly manicured nail right before a photoshoot, then having to hide that hand in every single shot. it’s not diva behaviour if it’s just a matter of survival, okay?

⋆  getting the cutest, keeeeeewlest gifts from fans, but they’re wrapped like fort knox!??!! i end up spending 15 minutes trying to carefully open everything without ripping a single bow or little note.

⋆  that eternal (sisyphus mentioned) inner struggle of “is the vintage dior too much for buying soy milk? what if i get spotted?” and realising it’s already 7 PM and i’m still in that closet, no closer to getting groceries.

⋆  finding a way to stuff a giant PR package from hermès into my handbag while also managing keys, phone, and fan mail that i promised to keep safe.

⋆  putting on the most basic hoodie and jeans (and even a cap….) to blend in, but the cashier still goes, “wait. wait, wait, wait. aren’t you that famous actress? OH MY GOD!!!” so much for being “low-key.” i just wanted soy milk, hello?? 

⋆  walking into an event in the perfect lightweight dress only to find out the AC is set to antarctic levels, and now i’m shivering while trying to look composed.

⋆  trying to angle my face for selfies with fans because of that one side i’m convinced is my "best," and they never seem to choose it. so much for scripting “i look divine in all angles……..”

⋆  having a full lineup of glorious, beautiful, fantastic, bewitching lipsticks to choose from and still somehow going with the same one every day. guess that signature look isn’t so much a choice as it is reality.

⋆  saying "thank you" to fans in a raspy post-performance voice, only to have it crack halfway through like i’m in middle school. cute. also a bit pathetic, but i hope nobody noticed it (it’s already on twitter. okay. fml). 

⋆  catching a glimpse of myself before an interview and realising i lost one of my statement earrings somewhere in the makeup chair. so it’s off with the other one, and fingers crossed no one notices !!

⋆  stumbling into clouds of fans’ perfume that just won’t leave, so now i’m a weird medley of their scents instead of my signature one. WHO’S WEARING DIOR SAUVAGE, GET THEM OUT.

⋆  thinking i’ll just take a “few quick pics” after an event, but that “few” turns into 70 fans waiting in line and smiling with them all. i’m happy to do it, but babygirl….. those cheeks start to hurt by #27.

⋆  walking the red carpet in sky-high heels and reminding myself NOT to look down because one glance and it’s wobble central and then god knows i’ll be crying off sheer embarrassment, guilt and shame and then sticking that heel into my neck (medieval girl with sword in neck recreation, well yes!).

⋆  trying to sneak a snack in between takes but terrified of crumbs, so i’m eating chips with the slow precision of a surgeon.

⋆  constantly having that goddamn phone on 5% because i forgot to charge it while on set, so now it’s a frantic hunt for a charger before the next event.

⋆  pulling my hair out at night only to realise my hoodie has taken a chunk of it with it. fan photos the next morning with that bald spot are just not the vibe, i fear.

⋆  jet-setting for events means my phone calendar is permanently confused, and i’m somehow late to things happening in my home time zone. 

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post about all of my drs?? because i pinky promise my drs are kewl

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wearing billy's hat, that red cardigan meanwhile in those long yet slim fitted 19th century dresses in my cowboy dr oh my god i'm having an aaaannnneeeuuuurysm!

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thinking about how im going to be absoluuuuutely obnoxiously clinging to tom blyth during the tbosas filming era. like....four ish scenes of screentime as livia cardew? i'll make do. i'll make do.

scene cut?? emma already giggling near tom like GTFO

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couldve gotten the boop thing badge...but didn't know how to boop boop boop 😭devastated........

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DAY IN THE LIFE — fame dr 'ANTI-CHILL DAY' edition.

⋆ 8:00 AM – the alarm jolts me awake, and it's immediate GO MODE. scrolling through emails from my team before even getting out of bed – there are back-to-back updates about today's events, my vogue interview has been moved up, and the stylist needs me to confirm three separate looks by the next half hour. i grab a coffee in my t-shirt, barely registering its warmth before heading straight into a whiplash of glam meanwhile my cat keeps meowing against my leg.

⋆ 8:30 AM – my bathroom has been...completely transformed into a war zone: hair spray clouding the air, makeup brushes everywhere, and my phone buzzing with last-minute texts. i start with the dior prestige la micro-huile de rose, but with zero time to bask in its glow – multitasking with one hand on the YSL touche éclat while confirming outfits on a call in the other. by the time i'm halfway through contouring, there’s another text: the location for today’s interview just changed and i need to leave right now. RIGHT NOW !!

⋆ 9:30 AM – i barely manage to finish my makeup and slip into a polished-but-edgy sweater and skirt (look one of three today) before rushing out the door, bag and water bottle in hand, stylist trailing behind. in the car, my manager is on speakerphone, running through the interview questions, giving me strict instructions on what to say, what to dodge, and reminding me not once.. twice about the pre-approved answers.

⋆ 10:00 AM – the interview itself? INTENSE. the interviewer throws in curveball questions, probing at my private life (a GRAAAAAAH sound inside my head, i'm so hungry), and my smile is strained but polished as i stick to the script. mind is a blur of polite nodding, avoiding anything remotely risky, and constantly adjusting my posture. halfway through, my assistant hands me a bottle of water because they see the tension which is practically radiating. as soon as it’s done, i have maybe 45 seconds to exhale before the next stop.

⋆ 11:30 AM – photoshoot. and this one is demanding. jumping from outfit to outfit while the photographer is barking for “MORE ENERGY” (i'm about to start crying) and “BIG SMILES” even as my heels pinch and my head’s spinning. every pose feels like a test, and my stylist is on edge, fussing over every detail. the photographer barely allows a break, squeezing every shot out of the hour. out of breath, aware of the clock, and as soon as it wraps, i'm thrown a new outfit and into another car.

⋆ 1:00 PM – a PR lunch, the kind you can’t really eat at. it’s all networking, all rehearsed laughter, trying to be seen without saying the wrong thing. seated between two fashion execs who want a lot. between each polite sip of water, i have to be mentally juggling every commitment. my is phone vibrates on the table – my team’s reminder of tonight’s speech, which i haven’t had a second to review and won't be until i'm in a car or bathroom or...um, well, three minutes before the speech.

⋆ 2:30 PM – 'quick' trip to galeries lafayette. It’s a private fitting, but they’re behind schedule, and me, with my nerves, am starting starting to panic. i need to try on two new looks for upcoming events, but the designer’s running late, and by the time i'm finally in the fitting room, my eyes are checking the clock obsessively. i nod along to their adjustments, but i'm thinking of what’s next, next, next.

⋆ 4:00 PM – finally, i get to the venue for tonight’s event. they need me to practice my speech now. being ushered into an empty room, and the speechwriter’s rehearsing line-by-line, adjusting tone, posture, hand gestures, even smiles. every word is under a microscope, and i'm, well, exhausted but can’t let it show.

⋆ 5:30 PM – an emergency wardrobe malfunction strikes—my stylist’s face says it all. panic ensues, pins fly, they’re sewing something last-minute while i'm trying to listen to two people at once: one fixing the hair, the other running through the event order with a stern and panic-y look. Someone hands me a shot “for energy,” but i barely notice it go down.

⋆ 7:00 PM – event time. i step on stage, lights blinding, cameras rolling, and my heart is slightly (read: very) racing. the speech is mechanical by now, every word calculated, and my smile feels more and more fragile (but thank god that i'm an award-winning actress!! thank god). i finish with applause but barely get a second to enjoy it before being whisked to yet another room for a post-event Q&A. no breaks, no moments to let my guard down.

⋆ 9:00 PM – there’s a dinner after, but i'm more a statue than a guest. also that shot took a different en-route and i'm currently spinning. everyone’s watching, talking, and i'm nodding, laughing, and engaging, but the minutes feel like hours. i'm counting down to escape, eyeing the door whenever i can.

⋆ 11:00 PM – finally, finally home. i barely make it to the couch, still in those heels, before collapsing. there’s makeup smudged, my curls half undone, and not a single ounce of glamour left in the exhaustion. too tired to even change right away – just lying there, scrolling, breathing, taking in the silence. it’s a kind of luxury you only appreciate after a day like that. oh, and my cat is hungry. and turns out so am i. thank god for that "eat however how much i want without gaining...." thing.

 ೃ⚘ ────── this isn't necessary for you to have, but i do like to humanise my fame dr, especially because i did script that i'm extremely famous, and there will be days where things just are extremely on the high-rise in terms of panic !!!!!!

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DAY IN THE LIFE — fame dr 'ANTI-CHILL DAY' edition.

⋆ 8:00 AM – the alarm jolts me awake, and it's immediate GO MODE. scrolling through emails from my team before even getting out of bed – there are back-to-back updates about today's events, my vogue interview has been moved up, and the stylist needs me to confirm three separate looks by the next half hour. i grab a coffee in my t-shirt, barely registering its warmth before heading straight into a whiplash of glam meanwhile my cat keeps meowing against my leg.

⋆ 8:30 AM – my bathroom has been...completely transformed into a war zone: hair spray clouding the air, makeup brushes everywhere, and my phone buzzing with last-minute texts. i start with the dior prestige la micro-huile de rose, but with zero time to bask in its glow – multitasking with one hand on the YSL touche éclat while confirming outfits on a call in the other. by the time i'm halfway through contouring, there’s another text: the location for today’s interview just changed and i need to leave right now. RIGHT NOW !!

⋆ 9:30 AM – i barely manage to finish my makeup and slip into a polished-but-edgy sweater and skirt (look one of three today) before rushing out the door, bag and water bottle in hand, stylist trailing behind. in the car, my manager is on speakerphone, running through the interview questions, giving me strict instructions on what to say, what to dodge, and reminding me not once.. twice about the pre-approved answers.

⋆ 10:00 AM – the interview itself? INTENSE. the interviewer throws in curveball questions, probing at my private life (a GRAAAAAAH sound inside my head, i'm so hungry), and my smile is strained but polished as i stick to the script. mind is a blur of polite nodding, avoiding anything remotely risky, and constantly adjusting my posture. halfway through, my assistant hands me a bottle of water because they see the tension which is practically radiating. as soon as it’s done, i have maybe 45 seconds to exhale before the next stop.

⋆ 11:30 AM – photoshoot. and this one is demanding. jumping from outfit to outfit while the photographer is barking for “MORE ENERGY” (i'm about to start crying) and “BIG SMILES” even as my heels pinch and my head’s spinning. every pose feels like a test, and my stylist is on edge, fussing over every detail. the photographer barely allows a break, squeezing every shot out of the hour. out of breath, aware of the clock, and as soon as it wraps, i'm thrown a new outfit and into another car.

⋆ 1:00 PM – a PR lunch, the kind you can’t really eat at. it’s all networking, all rehearsed laughter, trying to be seen without saying the wrong thing. seated between two fashion execs who want a lot. between each polite sip of water, i have to be mentally juggling every commitment. my is phone vibrates on the table – my team’s reminder of tonight’s speech, which i haven’t had a second to review and won't be until i'm in a car or bathroom or...um, well, three minutes before the speech.

⋆ 2:30 PM – 'quick' trip to galeries lafayette. It’s a private fitting, but they’re behind schedule, and me, with my nerves, am starting starting to panic. i need to try on two new looks for upcoming events, but the designer’s running late, and by the time i'm finally in the fitting room, my eyes are checking the clock obsessively. i nod along to their adjustments, but i'm thinking of what’s next, next, next.

⋆ 4:00 PM – finally, i get to the venue for tonight’s event. they need me to practice my speech now. being ushered into an empty room, and the speechwriter’s rehearsing line-by-line, adjusting tone, posture, hand gestures, even smiles. every word is under a microscope, and i'm, well, exhausted but can’t let it show.

⋆ 5:30 PM – an emergency wardrobe malfunction strikes—my stylist’s face says it all. panic ensues, pins fly, they’re sewing something last-minute while i'm trying to listen to two people at once: one fixing the hair, the other running through the event order with a stern and panic-y look. Someone hands me a shot “for energy,” but i barely notice it go down.

⋆ 7:00 PM – event time. i step on stage, lights blinding, cameras rolling, and my heart is slightly (read: very) racing. the speech is mechanical by now, every word calculated, and my smile feels more and more fragile (but thank god that i'm an award-winning actress!! thank god). i finish with applause but barely get a second to enjoy it before being whisked to yet another room for a post-event Q&A. no breaks, no moments to let my guard down.

⋆ 9:00 PM – there’s a dinner after, but i'm more a statue than a guest. also that shot took a different en-route and i'm currently spinning. everyone’s watching, talking, and i'm nodding, laughing, and engaging, but the minutes feel like hours. i'm counting down to escape, eyeing the door whenever i can.

⋆ 11:00 PM – finally, finally home. i barely make it to the couch, still in those heels, before collapsing. there’s makeup smudged, my curls half undone, and not a single ounce of glamour left in the exhaustion. too tired to even change right away – just lying there, scrolling, breathing, taking in the silence. it’s a kind of luxury you only appreciate after a day like that. oh, and my cat is hungry. and turns out so am i. thank god for that "eat however how much i want without gaining...." thing.

 ೃ⚘ ────── this isn't necessary for you to have, but i do like to humanise my fame dr, especially because i did script that i'm extremely famous, and there will be days where things just are extremely on the high-rise in terms of panic !!!!!!

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#myman #real #backoffeveryonelese #heknewiwasdepressedandsuicidalandtookapicturejustforme #justforme!!!!!!!!!!

romcom glow???? what a boyfriend omg

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no thoughts, just the absolutely filthy shit im going to do in my fame dr..........

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ten followers 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶ly

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DAY IN THE LIFE — fame dr edition

⋆ 8:30 AM – rise and shine in my gorgeous, light-filled apartment overlooking the pulse of paris near the opera garnier. the sun filters through elegant french windows as i slide out of bed in that loewe "i told ya" t-shirt (reference to challengers and jfk jr, hello????). making make a fresh coffee, lounging back on your plush couch with a journal in hand.

⋆ 9:15 AM – time for makeup, and the morning glow-up begins. walking to the pristine, marble-tiled bathroom, as i start with dior prestige la micro-huile de rose for that lit-from-within radiance. next, dior forever skin veil SPF 20 goes on as primer, adding a layer of sheer perfection. then comes the dior forever glow foundation, finished with a touch of YSL touche eclat for a much needed radiance, especially after that...uh, shameful night of over-sweetened margaritas.

bronzed with chanel les beiges healthy glow, cheekbones looking enviable and effortless. i sweep hermès' rose hermès silky blush across my cheeks for that subtle parisian flush. for eyes, it's the dior 5 couleurs couture palette in soft browns with a little extra shimmer from chanel's LES 4 OMBRES for that delicate, specific victoria secret's look. IDUN mineral's SILFR mascara and charlotte tilbury pillow talk lip liner with gucci rouge à lèvres voile lipstick to finish my look.

⋆ 10:00 AM – curls brushed and outfit on: bootleg jeans, chloé paddington boots, a fitted red knit sweater, and a vintage MIU MIU bag – a look straight out of a pinterest moodboard.

⋆ 11:00 AM – i slip out of my apartment, making my way to BO&MIE near the louvre. i grab a warm, flaky pain au chocolat (because we all need sweet treats in our lives) and a chai latte to go, the perfect balance of cozy and sweet. it’s a quiet sunday, and i take this little ritual down to the seine, settling on a bench to take in the morning lull. imogen heap playing softly in earbuds, a dreamy soundtrack to the sounds of paris waking up around.

⋆ 12:00 PM – i begin a gentle wander through the 1st and 2nd arrondissements, where sunday flea markets pop with trinkets, vintage finds, and that peculiar magic only parisian markets can hold. perusing tables with glimmering jewelry and rare books, picking up an old poetry collection that catches the eye, and maybe a tiny golden charm to hang off my bag or to gift a friend. a few fans recognise me, some shy and some thrilled, and i lean in for pictures with a warm, “i don’t bite!!!!!” 🫶

⋆ 1:30 PM – meeting a friend at VESPER, diving into sushi and cocktails that match the chicness of the moment. the laughter, the cocktails, the buzz makes everything feel light and sparkling. by the time we're done, i've had a few (as per), feeling just woozy enough to make the walk interesting.

⋆ 3:20 PM – with a bottle of water to balance out those cocktails, i head over to the musée de l’orangerie. monet’s water lilies are a calming spell – the colours, the quiet of the museum – all washing over, letting everything slow down for just a beat. besides the previous alcohol makes everything just a bit more technicolour.

⋆ 4:00 PM – galeries lafayette calls, and i'm in for a mini treat. picking out a new lip gloss, maybe a rich red or muted mauve, and stop by ladurée to snag some macarons. meanwhile, phone is buzzing; it’s thé manager, with urgent texts about an absolutely irresistible film offer.

⋆ 5:00 PM – meeting up with another friend, slipping into the comfortable flow of wandering conversation, stopping at a small, antique café for tea. the macarons make a reappearance, and it’s that kind of timeless paris afternoon – where you can talk about everything and nothing and let hours drift by.

⋆ 7:00 PM – friend heads out, leaving me alone at the café. perfect for pulling out a journal, pouring out poems, song drafts, and a little doomscrolling (because even in paris, i'm only human).

⋆ 8:00 PM – dinner with a close circle, back in the spotlight with cocktails, laughter, and some elegant dishes.

⋆ 10:40 PM – finally back in my apartment, the curls loosened, phone nearly dead, and the soft hush of a small headache as the city quiets. i slip into something cozy, nestle into bed with a new book, and drift off feeling like me and paris are all alone together, back to where the day began – calm, sweet, and wholly mine <3