#Kendall always shows up to these things looking like she was just playing some professional level hockey for the past hour

[chirpingfromthebox]

The Frost's Post-game Press Session from 12/28/2024 - MTL at MIN

The Minnesota Frost's post-game press session following their home game against the Montréal Victoire.

At the table were head coach Ken Klee, team captain Kendall Coyne Schofield, and forward Brooke McQuigge.

Transcription is under the break.

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Reporter:

Anything lacking in your team’s performance today, Ken?

KEN KLEE:

Yeah, I mean it was tough. It was a close hockey game. Obviously I would have liked to see us get another opportunity or two on the powerplay, but it just didn’t happen for us tonight. They did a good job: they played hard, they played simple, got pucks out, flipped pucks out. And then we just had a hard time getting to the front. So I mean- I think that’s partially us being a little off and also them doing a good job.

Reporter:

How much- To what extent do you feel injuries or illness kinda impacted how the team looked today?

KEN KLEE:

Yeah, I mean, it's- we’ve lost two really top players for us in Dom[inique Petrie] and [???], but we gotta figure out a way to, you know- we’ve still got a lot of good players in the room. So it’s about us figuring out ways to put more pucks to the net and when we do that we have a lot of success.

[For context: this question is in regards to the fact that the Frost has had to call up two reserve players {Kaitlyn O’Donohoe and Charlotte Akervik} after having two players get put on LTIR. I think a few more are sick at the moment as well?

As for the part I can't catch, I'm assuming he's talking about Sophie Jaques, but the word I'm hearing sounds to me like "single" or maybe "cinco"? Possibly a nickname I don't know? If anyone has a better guess let me know.]

Reporter:

Brooke, how about, on your goal, kinda, what did see on the play and how did it feel to get on the scoresheet?

BROOKE MCQUIGGE:

Obviously it felt pretty good. I think my line fed off each other’s energy and we just got on the forecheck well there and each of us had a swing at the puck. So it coulda been either one of my linemates’ goals. So just happy to get the first one.

Reporter:

Kendall, what did they do to make it hard for you guys to try get offensive?

KENDALL COYNE SCHOFIELD:

I think we didn’t have a great start and it’s hard to play catch-up. Especially- every team in this league is a great team. So when you don’t have a great start you’re playing a little bit of catch-up, I think. So I think that’s on us as well as they did play well. As coach said, I thought they defended well. It was hard to get to the net front to tip pucks, get puck through. And then, you know, defensively, I think, we were struggling to get pucks out. The great thing is it’s still early and we get the opportunity to learn from it and move on. We have some time now ‘til next Thursday before our next game.

Reporter:

Was it a pretty easy decision to challenge that goal?

KEN KLEE:

I don’t know if it’s ever easy, but it’s- I think it was the right call. I’ve already met with the goalies and said, “Hey, it there’s a situation-” Because the replays are kind of slow for us to get on the bench. Or I was watching it on the jumbotron probably like everybody else. But, you know, with the goalie saying that, “Hey, I was definitely interfered with?” Then that obviously helps with it. Makes it a much easier call for me. I try to have them take a bit of ownership of it too, because they’re around the net and they see what’s happening. But yeah, it was fortunate that we got the call. We just needed to figure out a way to get one more.

KENDALL COYNE SCHOFIELD:

Maddie said it right away. I was on the ice, I said, “You get interfered with?” She says, “Oh yeah.” So then I had the opportunity to go to bench and, “Maddie said she did get interfered with.” So that helps.

Reporter:

Kendall, what did you see on that last, you know, chance on that feed to Grace [Zumwinkle]? You know, kind of getting the momentum there at the end even if you weren’t able to find the net.

KENDALL COYNE SCHOFIELD:

Yeah, I just saw her full head of steam, I mean she’s one of the strongest kids on the ice. And so I- I wasn’t sure who the defender was that she was going against, but I knew she was going to beat her if I could get the puck in somewhat of the area she was skating to. And she got a stick on it, just, obviously, not enough.

Reporter:

The play Maddie today, I know she, I mean, you guys took a loss, but there was one, I think they had just taken the lead again and she made another really big save on a breakaway that coulda put them up two?

KEN KLEE:

Yeah.

Reporter:

Just, that play of her, the consistency she’s had so far this season.

KEN KLEE:

Yeah, I mean, I think that’s why she’s had more games. There’s no secret. If you play solid and play consistent you’re usually going to get more games and so far she’s been doing a great job of it. We definitely need good goal tending, every team in the league does. She was great. It was no- I can’t fault her on, certainly not any of the goals today. She played really well.

Reporter:

So you plan on sticking with kind of the tandem, kind of back and forth like you’ve done ?

KEN KLEE:

Yeah, it’s kind of a game by game, that’s how we look at it. We just had one this week and then we’ll turn the page next week and see how everyone’s practicing, how everyone’s feeling, and then come up with a plan for next weekend.

Reporter:

Will it help to be at home for 3 games?

KEN KLEE:

I hope so, yeah. I mean, hopefully. Having people banged up and a little sick, it’s hard, especially when you’re on the road. But hopefully we can get healthy and just be ready to have a great effort on Thursday.

[End of Video]

[hageny]

Succession Thoughts: Gerri x Roman

1. The Taste of Blood.

With episode four set to premiere tonight, a lot of the fandom is wondering just how Gerri and Roman’s relationship will be impacted by the introduction of Laurie. Will we see Laurie; will Gerri go on more than one date; is she truly interested in him or using him (we likely all know the answer here); what does he look like? The list goes on. But in the shadows of this problem--a decent-sized one but surely not a huge problem--is a much larger issue that the show is already foreshadowing, and has done so since the first episode of the season. And that is the problem of what happens to Roman and Gerri when they get caught. Because if we’re all honest, we know they will be caught. It’s the one thing the two of them haven’t considered, but which poses a much larger threat than a third person (i.e. Laurie) entering their sphere. We see Shiv’s hunch in episode two when she and Roman are arguing over Gerri being put in as CEO: “You can’t hide under the covers with mommy [...] Oh you love showing your pee-pee to everyone but someday, you know, you’re actually gonna have to fuck something.” We see it in the first episode of the season, with Shiv casting curious glances between Gerri and Roman while Gerri is on the phone trying to gauge how much control over the cruises situation Waystar still has. We see it in the scene above with Logan, who, when Roman gives a not-so-convincing excuse about “running numbers” with Gerri late at night, gives his son a silent, curious gaze before saying anything else. And in this scene, with Logan showing up to the office late into the night for seemingly no real reason, there is a possible--but troublesome--situation at play. While it’s not confirmed, and I’m just hypothesizing, with Shiv and her father so far standing on the same side--and Logan having told Shiv Gerri is nothing but a puppet and placeholder in Waystar--would it be pertinent to wonder if the person who tipped Logan off to what Roman and Gerri were doing was Shiv? Shiv is the same person who drafted the memo about Kendall in the last episode, a memo so cruel both Connor and Roman refused to sign it. Her disregard for others seemingly knows no bounds, and if she could displace both her brother and Gerri in one fell swoop, well who’s to say she wouldn’t gladly take the opportunity? While Gerri has managed to elevate herself to the top of the company, we know--and hopefully she does--that the peak of the mountain is the most dangerous place, and the contempt for her is already starting to pierce her formidable position of power. Those she once saw as allies--Frank and Karl--treat her with a disrespect they haven’t before; Shiv is contemptuous as always, and delighted with the idea that Logan is only using Gerri until she can take what she believes is her rightful place. In a world like the one these characters occupy, the contempt is a natural thing; Logan has run Waystar single-handedly for decades, and accepting new leadership of any kind is a problem. No one will be easily accepted as leader. (Some have made the argument that the disrespect toward Gerri is because she is a woman, but this is a lazy argument, and an incorrect one). But with the tension rising, and Gerri having no one to lean on but Roman, the danger that they will be caught is growing, and the cost of separating them greater now than before. Emotionally, they’re in deep; professionally, they need each other. So of course, it is only a matter of time before Logan catches them in an uncompromising, not-so-professional situation. So far, Roman has managed to slither away from the suspicion, but he’s not a good enough liar to manipulate his father, and if the scene above is any indicator, Logan already has a hunch--he’s just waiting for the perfect moment is catch them. This raises another, equally interesting question: when he does, what will Roman and Gerri do? Will they go out holding hands, or turn on one another to survive? 

[canyonmoonlily]

| What Goes Up |

live! on tour series

A/N: Here comes the Smut ;)

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“Y/N!”

“What?” your entire body lurched upright at the sound of your name. You could hardly see thanks to the blinding sunlight streaming in through the unfamiliar window. You hardly remembered what the hotel you were staying in looked like you’d been so inebriated the night before.

“Alarm!” The same voice that had woken you from your slumber called from beyond the closed door. Oh. It was only then you noticed Immigrant Song by Led Zeppelin was playing very loudly. At first, it had worked great as an alarm but you’d grown used to it and could sleep through it like a pro now.

The voice that had called for you to turn it off must’ve been one of your bandmates. According to your phone, it was already 10:30 am so you might as well start your day. You stretched and moved to get out of bed after turning it off only to find you are, in fact, stark naked.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

You hurriedly grab your robe you’d hung on the bathroom door and wrap it around you. You were scared to look in the mirror and see hickies or some indication of promiscuity from the night before. You had nothing against sleeping around, but considering you’d still only ever slept with someone once, you weren’t usually bold enough to sleep with a stranger. Which only means that if you did, in fact, have sex last night it was with someone you knew.

Like Harry.

The last thing you can remember is Harry singing along with George Harrison’s voice as you cried into his chest. Like the emotionally unstable psycho you are! your brain added.

You ripped the metaphorical bandage off and took a glance at yourself in the bathroom mirror only to find no evidence that anyone had touched you the night before. You also didn’t feel sore other than a slight headache. Considering you hardly ate, it took nothing for you to get drunk so hangovers were never really an issue for you.

You feel like you’d know if something had happened the night before. It had been a hot minute since the one and only time you’d had sex before. The only obvious differences in your appearance seems to be the absent of the makeup you’d worn the night before and your clothing. Had Harry taken off your makeup for you? Your chest contracted at the thought of him taking the time to play caretaker to drunk you.

Then you remember the way he’d kissed Kendall the night before, and remind yourself that despite the Game Night events, you were only friends. And that was all you’d ever probably get out with him. You needed to place your mental emphasis on the fact that you had him in your life at all and be grateful for that. There was no point in stringing yourself along on the hopes that one day he’d fall in love with you and the two of you would live some kind of happily ever after. Your life was far from a movie and you were far too old to be entertaining such fantasties anymore.

....

Harry watched you slip out of the green room with a heavy heart. You were like no one he’d ever met before. Last night, with all of your drunken ramblings and your little hands grabbing at his hair, calling him pretty. You had laid with your head in his lap for hours, going on about everything from George Harrison to the inherent good or evil of human nature.

He’d gazed at you adoringly, laughing the night away while the party died downstairs. He’d left Kendall alone but he wasn’t worried about her, she knew he didn’t love her. It was purely a publicity stunt, as always.

Harry shouldn’t love y/n. He knows this. Columbia records was considering signing a deal with your band, a major one that would launch your group even further into music stardom. You’d only released one album, and already had a huge fan base. Harry’s opinion the matter was of great value to the record label, and he’d been given specific instructions not to go and “make any unprofessional or romantic connections with the three of those girls.”

Harry had agreed to those terms, but that was before he knew you.

The first time you stepped into the pre-tour production meeting room he thought he was going to vomit. You’d all stumbled in late, being scolded by your manager, John. You hadn’t noticed Harry was even in the room.

You were slightly shorter than average, with all of the right curves and long, golden hair down to your waist. You donned an old Ben Folds Five tshirt and high waisted denim. You couldn’t seem to keep your hair out of your face. Your bandmates looked pained every five seconds as you whispered what was clearly absolute nonsense into their ears throughout the meeting. The way your eyes sparkled with mischeif, your unabashed goofiness nearly smacked him out of his chair. You were nothing like what he expected when he’d been told he’d be touring with an all girl band. You were the most alive thing in the room.

He knew why you were upset. It was because Kendall was wrapped around him like a fucking sloth after tonight’s show in Cleveland.

His feet didn’t consult with his mind before he found himself following your fleeting figure.

“Y/n!” He called.

You stopped dead in your tracks, refusing to look back at him.

“What is it, Harry?” Your sweet voice was a bit hoarse.

“Where are you going?” Harry’s voice was small, reminding you of your younger brothers back at home. You felt the cold armor you’d wrapped around your heart bend a little.

“To bed.” You responded simply.

“Listen, Kendall and I...it’s not—“

“Harry I didn’t ask. You don’t know me an explanation.”

“I do, though. What happened after game night—“

“—doesn’t need to be talked about it again. I’ve already erased it from my mind. Your secret is safe.”

“Secret? Y/n what the hell are you going on about?” Harry’s voice broke a bit, at that you finally turned to face him.

“I know you probably don’t want her to find out about that—or anyone to for that matter. It wasn’t very professional of us.” The shining of tears on your face took Harry by surprise, as you’d melt your words void of all emotion.

“Y/n I don’t give a shit about her!” Harry nearly yelled. “Well, no, I do care about her but not in that way.”

You narrow your eyes at him. “Then why are you two making out every time I see you together? Harry, you’re not making me feel any better.”

“It’s a stunt. It’s for publicity. To keep the paps entertained.”

“Oh.”

“I....y/n, these last few months we’ve spent...” Harry can feel himself getting choked up as he struggles to meet your eyes. When he does, you can see he’s fighting back tears and you don’t know what you expect him to say next. “I think—no. I know that I am in love with you.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat. The skin tight, bell bottom jumpsuit you’re wearing seems to be 100000x tighter than you remember it being a few hours ago.

“You don’t have to say it back, you don’t owe me anything, I—shit. Shit I’m sorry.” His chin is wobbling now and the world’s biggest rock star is falling apart right before your eyes. But in a second, your lips are on his before the first tear can fall.

His whole body caves into yours, pulling you closer then you think you’ve ever been held in all of your 22 years on this planet. Your hands find his hair as his lips move in sync with your own. They’re soft and sweet and suddenly the only language you know how to speak. He is clinging to you like a man starved, though you know he is anything but.

“I love you. I thought it was obvious already but, I’ll say it a million times if you need to hear it: I love you. I love you. I love you.” You day in between kisses. Harry pulls away slightly to meet your eyes and can feel himself going cold. “What?” Your brow furrows at his expression.

“I just never want to forget the way you’re looking at me now.”

Then your back is against some nearby wall and his lips are on yours again faster than you can register anything that’s happening. The kiss swells into something more urgent, more passionate than before as your tongues begin their dance. His hands are everywhere, and you forget where yours end and his hair begins.

His lips begin trailing to the underside of your jaw and a moan slips out before you can stop it. He groans a response, and you swear you can feel something hard pressing against your lower stomach. Harry’s entire body has caved into yours, you standing on your tippy toes to press yourself more firmly against his willow-y frame.

“Shit-shit. Harry, someone could see—“ it suddenly dawned on you that you’re just passionately making out with in the middle of the hallway.

“Oh—oh.” Harry’s brows furrow and you see a glint of hurt in his pretty green eyes. You gently cup his face.

“No, I don’t mean it like that!” You whisper yell the reassurance. “You know I’d love to be seen with you. I just, H....I’m insecure about this kind of stuff.”

Amusement paints a pretty smirk on Harry’s face.

“You mean....sex?” He teases and you swear you could wrap your hands around his throat and throttle him if you had another 5 inches of height and actually stood a chance.

“Yes, sex, now come on.” You mock his accent and tug him away from the wall, the two of you giggling like horny teenagers.

...

Within a minute Harry has you pressed up against the door of his private bus. He’s fumbling with the strange lock and kissing you like he’s dying at the same time. You’re floating.

Once the latch clicks into place, your feet leave the ground again and your laid against something soft. The warm lighting is hitting Harry in a sinful way—he looks like the color gold personified and he’s smiling at you like you’re the Sun. He towers over you and you’ve never felt smaller. You start to wrap your arms around yourself but he stops you.

“Just let me look at you for a sec, y/n/n.”

With one last heated look he dives back into you and you’re a mess of tangled limbs again. You can feel his hands ghost over your clothed breasts and his lips ghosting over your neck again.

“God, I can’t get enough of your neck. Ya’ve got tha prettiest neck ‘ve ever seen,” he groans with a grind of his clothed, hard cock into your own clothed heat. You’re making noises you’ve only ever made before that time after Game night. And you know you’re ready to give it all to Harry. Anything he wants from you you’re willing to give.

His hands roughly grope at your breasts and you nearly scream. He’s pulling his shirt off and unzipping the top of your jumpsuit before you can do it again. Harry sucks in a breath of air at the sight of your naked chest.

“God—those tits. Just like I imagined ‘em,” he says before taking a nipple in his mouth, suckling on you like some animal. You whimper under his attention and he stops briefly.

“Angel, is this alright?” Harry looks into your eyes and holds your gaze.

“Yes, yes. T-take what you want from me.” You nod vigorously and submit yourself to him. His response is a growl you feel travel straight down to your core.

He goes back to your breasts, leaving lovebites and growling out the occasional “mine.” His lips trail down to your hips, right above your pelvis as he shimmies the rest of your jumpsuit off your legs.

Then the warmth of his breath is on your pussy and a single kiss is pressed to the front of your lace panties.

“H, you don’t have to—“

“I want to. Please.”

You nod and gulp. At this point, Harry’s seen more of your body than anyone else has and seems to be enjoying it. The only other time you’d had sex all the lights had been off and there was next to know ForPlay.

“I’ve just never had someone—do that.” You offer you an explanation. Harry freezes.

“No one’s ever eaten you out?” He asks incredulously, his head poking up from between your thighs. “What the fuck, why?”

Your cheeks heat up and you suddenly can’t make eye contact with him. “Well my ex, he and I only ever did it one time and he just...didn’t.” Harry nearly chokes on his own breath.

“You’ve one ever had sex once?” his hands are gripping your thighs now and he’s subconsciously moving closer to your face.

“Y-yeah. God this is embarrassing.” Your hands cover your now red face and tears gather in your eyes, lower lip trembling. This is not a conversation you wanted to be having but you also didn’t want to lie to Harry.

He pulls his hands away from your face and nearly crumbles at the sight of your glassy eyes. “No, no. Why is that embarrassing? You have nothing to be embarrassed about.” He coos softly, brushing away any tears that had fallen. You felt so small and seen in his embrace.

“Because I thought that maybe I was the problem? That something about me was ...off so he left me after we...you know.”

Harry audibly scoffed and cradled your face in his hands. “I’ve wanted this, I’ve wanted you for so long,” His voice is gruff and honest. “There is no one I’d rather be with right now. And that idiot ex of yours is a fucking madman because you’re never getting rid of me after tonight.”

You kiss him and feel something in your chest ache in an almost foreign way. You didn’t know you could feel like this. He kisses you back harder and the heat between you builds again. His hand cups your lace covered pussy and rubs gently over your clit and you jolt. His lips trail back down to your heat and before you can register what is happening his nose is pressed against your mound and inhaling you like some meal. A growl resonated in his chest and he begins tugging your underwear down your legs.

His tongue delves into your folds gently, teasingly. He finds his way to your clit and then sucks the breath from your lungs. You go pigeon toed and nearly scream at his assault on your most private area. You’re making noises that feel foreign as they leave your mouth but Harry laps them up along with your heat. He’s growling and letting out little sweet comments about how good you taste and you don’t know how you’re going to ever look at him without blushing again.

“H, H I’m close,” you whine out, little body shaking under the weight of his arms holding your torso down. Your hips are bucking up wildly but Harry is comepletely unbothered, giving no indication that he’d heard you at all. It isn’t until he sucks un your clit with a new vigor that he makes his intentions clear.

You’re screaming, toes curling, his name falling from your lips so loudly you’re sure everyone in the stadium can hear you. You’re fucked and you don’t even care, Harry’s cooing in your ear as tears fall from your eyes, descending from your high. He pulls your body into his and whispers sweet nothings in your ear until you come back to reality.

“Are ye alright, angel? We could just go to sleep?” Harry asks gently, warm breath in your ear.

“No, no. I want you. I’m just a little overwhelmed because no ones ever...he didn’t... make me you know.” Your face is heating up again.

“Why are you still talking about sex to me like we’re in middle school, y/n?” He laughs loudly. “I just spent the last 10 minutes face first in your pussy. You can say the word orgasm around me.”

You can’t help but laugh but also swing an arm around to sock him in the chest but he catches your hand and steals your breath with a kiss. His hands slide up the smooth expanse of your back and he straddles you, caging you to the end with his body.

You buck your hips into his, a hand snaking down to palm his rock hard member through his briefs. It feels, much larger than you anticipated. He growls and ruts against your hand like an animal.

“Please, Harry...” your eyes are hazy with desire as they meet his nearly blackened ones. He whips his briefs off and settles himself at your entrance.

“Are you sure? You’ll be stuck with me after this.” He half joked, looking into your eyes with a choking intensity.

“I’ve never been more sure. Please.”

He lets out a loud cry at the feeling of your heat around him and you’re whimpering uncontrollably at the intrusion. But you love it, God it hurts but you love it. Harry had not prepared himself for how tight you would be. It was like bedding a Virgin. Your ex must not have been well endowed, Harry thought.

Harry can’t believe how good you feel, and he’s never been particularly loud, but he’s crying out with every movement. You’re trembling beneath him, whimpering and yelping. Both of you just consumed with the other. You take his hand and place it around your throat, and his eyebrows shoot up in an expression of utter shock. He grips your throat in his hand and builds speed quickly. Milking his cock in your tight heat.

“You feel so fucking good. You’re mine now, mine.” He growls through clenched teeth as his hips snap into yours. You’re practically in tears.

“Yours. Yours yours yours.” His cock has reduced you to a weeping echo chamber.

When the two of you climax it is like the clash of a symphony and he collapses into your body, holding you closer to him than anyone’s held you before.

As you drift off in his arms, one nagging thought plagues you,

What the fuck were you going to tell your bandmates?

[josiebnntt]

☾ * » Is that JOSEPHINE BENNET? Wow, they do look a lot like KENDALL JENNER. I hear she is a SEVENTEEN year old SENIOR who originally attended CARNIFEX Academy. Word is they are an ARISTOCRAT student. You should watch out because they can be IMPULSIVE and STUBBORN, but on the bright side they can also be LOYAL and PASSIONATE. Ultimately, you’ll get to see it all for yourself.

Hi everyone, again x 2. lol. I’m Lo. CST.

I’m back, again lol. I see a lot of new people, so here’s my intro. I actually have a full time job and go to uni in the afternoons but I won’t have any classes until September. So I’ll be free most afternoons. I’ll try to be as active as I can. Though I’ll be lurking a lot and might reply a bit in the morning since I’m currently doing home office. I’m so up for old plots and new plots. If you want to plot or just chat, don’t hesitate and hit me up or like ♡ this post.

I used to have a lot of RPing experienced, but to be honest I haven’t done it a lot lately. So yes I might be a little rusty, help me out lol.

Here’s a lot more about Josie:

B A C K G R O U N D   S T O R Y

» Josephine Eliana Bennett. Her family and close friends call her J, Jo, Josie, Eli, Elle or Bennett. 

» Born November 2nd, which makes her a Scorpio in New Orleans, Louisiana. 

» She comes from a wealthy family. Her parents travel a lot, so she isn’t really close to them. She’s close to her Tita, which basically raised her and her siblings. She grew up with everything except her parents love and support.

» Her Tita is not part of the family by blood, but she’s always been there for them to help out raised the Bennett kids. She’s pretty old and wise.

» Josie has two older brothers; Jenkin [24], Jacques [21], a younger sister; Jules who died when she was 7 and a younger brother; Jaden [11]. She is closest to Jacques, due to their personalities.

» Her sister died by drowning and Jo blames herself for it, even though she was only 9 at the time and not responsible for it. She believes her parents blame her for it as well, another reason why she isn’t close to them.

» She started doing art after her sister died, at age 9. Her Tita got her some lessons. It helped her deal with her sister’s death. Therapeutic.She's really good at it, but she has never been that serious about it. Not to become a professional artist. She kept on doing it and it’s the only thing she’s pretty much passionate about.

» Her family ancestors have been attending to Carnifex since it opened, just like her and her siblings.

» Her parents are true believers of the Carnifex / Luxor rivalry and that Carnifex is a thousand times better. Trying to get her parents attention and love she joined the Churchill circle. She beliefs in the cause, specially in a way to get her parents approval even though they aren’t aware of it. She would do anything to prove Carnifex is better than Luxor. Though she would play dumb; a true devil in disguised. UPDATE: She’s not part of the churchill circle anymore, but was.

» She wasn’t in school for a couple of months during the destruction of Carnifex and the transferring of the students, due to a family emergency (or that’s what she made everyone believe). Approved by her previous school and her parents. So she basically join Luxor Academy, a few months after the other’s did though she probably already knows a lot of the students. (This was back on July 2020)

L A S T  C O U P L E  O F  M O N T H S

SEPTEMBER 2019 - MAY 1st, 2020:

» She’s been in school but keeps a very low profile. 

» She started dating this college student, Bentley Boem. He really got her into stronger drugs; cannabis, cocaine, etc. So she started spending less time around school and more time with him and his pals.

»  When she was in Luxor you could spot her in class or sleeping in her dorm. She wasn’t a big participant of school events or her classmate events. She stop doing art as well. 

» Her relationship with her parents is worst. She’s pretty sure they believe she doesn’t exist anymore. She does keep in touch with her siblings but they are so far away, sometimes weeks go by.  

» She doesn’t believe she’s a drug addict but she hasn’t try to leave them, so who knows.

» She just broke up with Bentley. She’s not sure if they were actually a couple, but now she’s going to be more active around school. 

P E R S O N A L I T Y

» Josie is super impulsive and stubborn, which kind of makes unpredictable.

» She likes to party a lot, drink and take substances that will make her forget and relax. Her best mood is when she’s in the clouds. 

» She’s not close to people, unless you have won her over. She doesn’t show her feelings much, so she can be really cold to people even in a hard situation. But not mean, unless you ask for it. She does like to socialize a lot in a superficial kind of way.

» She’s bisexual. She has never fallen in love, though she did had a few crushes and relationships before. Finds people attractive easily. She flirts, hook ups a lot and it’s not shy about it.

» She’s super protective over the people that have won her over and loyal to them.  

» She’s independent in every kind of way.

» Even though she’s passionate about the things that she loves, like art and plants. She likes to keep this passions secret, only for her.

» She likes to pretend she’s a good girl, even though she wouldn’t hide the fact that she likes to party. Truly she is mean and capable of doing a lot of things.

E X T R A S

»  She loves nature and meditating and dancing.

» She likes gardening and mixing herbs for fun.

» She can play the piano, really well. Her grandma taught her.

» She speaks fluent, spanish and french as well.

» She’s not afraid of the water and she can swim, but she rather stay away from pools, lakes, the ocean.

» She has two cats, a snake and a tarantula back home.

C L A S S E S

Poetry*

French

Astronomy*

Visual Arts

Philosophy

Photography

Dance - Contemporary

E X T R A C U R R I C U L A R S

National Honors Society (Dropped)

Events Committee (Dropped)

Arts

Photography

C O N N E C T I O N S

This are just some basic ideas, to be honest I’m open to anything you have in mind:

» Hook up: Jackson Kingston.

» Churchill Partners / Close Friends: Chesire Elswood.

» Childhood Friend: Alek Addington.

» Close Friend: Dawn Penning.

» Exes:

» Competitive Rivals: Maia Croft.

» Distant Family

» Frenemies

» Anything and more.

[dontworrysunflower]

New | Shawn Mendes

Anonymous requested:

hey!! can u pls do one where u r a model and friends w hailey and she introduces you to shawn (she always says you two would be great together) at her birthday party and you two hit if off

Masterlist in my bio

Warnings: curse words

Part two here

•••

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Over here!” Some people yelled behind the cameras they were currently looking out of. You place your hands on your exposed waist and turn your head, a small grin on your face.

You walk to the next spot on the carpet and pose, your eyes slightly squinting from the many flashes of the cameras.

You turn around as the screams got louder, all eyes on the six foot god like figure getting in the spot you were previously just at.

He stood in a tailored suit that fit his glorious body so perfectly. The sleeves on the jacket were snug against his biceps and his slacks tight on his thighs. His jawline was so sharp you were so sure it could cut someone, his features so beautiful in his profile view. His curls sat on top of his head, styled but equally messy. One curl though, fell in front of his face, and you swear you forget how to breath.

You take a deep breath and turn your head back to the cameras, taking your hand off your waist to fan out the skirt of your dress.

“Shawn Mendes! Shawn! Over here!” The camera people yelled, waving their hands around, the clicks and flashes a normal routine of your life now since you’ve become a Victoria Secret model. The gorgeous man reacted by waving slightly and then making a peace sing with is long fingers.

So that’s who that was

Your manager calls you over to go into the venue for the show, you pull a strand of your locks behind your ear and wave to some fans behind the bars before walking behind your manager, your bodyguard closely behind you as your heels clicked into the venue.

•••

“(Y/n)!” You hear someone cheer behind you as you talked with some people. You turn around, your loose hair whipping around in a sudden movement.

You see a tall girl, her shoulder length blonde hair lighting up in the darkness of the venue.

“Hailey,” You exclaimed pulling the tall blonde into your arms “how are you?” You ask as you squeeze her tightly then let go, pulling a loose strand of hair behind your ear, your cheeks rosy from the alcohol you should not be drinking, since your only 20 in the US.

“I’m great, planning for the wedding is so hectic” she sighs

“Hold on girl let me see that ring” you take her hand and you swear the rock on that ring could blind everyone in this room “Holy shit Hailey, you got the jackpot” you both laugh.

For the rest of the night you and Hailey stay together, laughing and chatting about everything, getting a little tipsy.

“So,” Hailey starts, putting down the glass of vodka she just drank from. “You know it’s my birthday soon, and I was wondering if you were free next Saturday to come to my birthday party at Justin’s house”

Before you could answer, your eyes wandered around the room and one person stood out from the rest. His head was above everyone else, his dark brown curls tousled on top of his head. His pearly white teeth so shiny in the darkness. His smile is so bright it could light up the room.

“(Y/n)?” Hailey grabs back your attention, her gaze following yours. She turns back to you, a small smirk on her glossed lips. “Oh I see. You got a little something for Mendes?”

You look down to avoid her gaze, once again pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear, your cheeks more pink. “No, I don’t even know him” You mumbled, taking a long swig at your beer, your head tilted back, your gaze falling back on Shawn, his eyes already on you. He looks away when he realizes your looking back, his head turns to some other people.

“Oh, your coming to my party” Hailey states, paying for your drinks before smiling innocently at you

“Ley, what are you gonna do?”

She shrugs before pulling her purse over her shoulder. “See you on Saturday, toodles” she hugs you goodbye before walking out the venue.

•••

(Y/N) CANT KEEP HER EYES OFF OF SHAWN MENDES

The news lines said, pictures of you on the red carpet, your head turned to him, your eyes slightly wide under the headline.

You sigh and shake your head in your hands, your hair falling around your face.

Your phone has been blowing up since the article came out, notifications on Instagram and Twitter every other second. Texts from a bunch of your friends and fellow angles for VS. A text from your parents as well, congratulating you for finding a good man.

Hailey: um, excuse me?!

Nothing happened, yk how the news is

But EVERYONE can see there’s something

But it there’s nothing to see, I told you I don’t even know him

yeah, you’re coming to party this weekend right?

Yeah yeah I’ll be there

Good

Good

You shake your head as you turn off your phone completely, not being sure how much you could handle of all the dinging. Before you do though, one notification catches your attention.

shawnmendes started following you

•••

“(Y/n)! You made it” the tall tattooed man exclaims as he opened his front door and greeted you with a large hug.

“Hey Justin! How are you? Thanks for having me” you said as you pulled away. He moves out of the door way to let you in, the music much louder and people dressed in almost nothing. You walk into the warm atmosphere of the party, pulling at the collar of your shirt.

“(Y/n)!” You hear someone exclaim behind you as you walked into the fancy kitchen to get a drink.

You turn around to see a tall, dark haired girl walking around the dancing people to come to you.

“Kendall! Hey! How are you?” You shouted as you hugged the woman.

You two talked about many things, like your siblings and Kendall’s many nieces and nephews. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. You place down your drink and make your way to the bathroom, walking past the front door as it started to open. You stop just to see who it was, and you see the tall god like man walk inside th house, his friends behind him. Your eyes widen and your cheeks redden as he looks down at you, a small smirk on his face. You start to panic and make your way to the bathroom, nearly tripping on your heeled feet as you lock the door behind you.

Your in there for a while, trying to control your breathing. It’s suddenly really hot and you pat some water on your face and neck and put your hair up in a ponytail.

He’s here

Hailey did this

You take in one last deep breath before walking out the bathroom, your head down to try and avoid his stare. You walk around the huge house to try and find the blonde headed woman to scold her into putting you in this situation. You find Hailey in the backyard talking to some friends. You stomp your way to her and repeatedly tap her shoulder to get her attention.

“Yes?” She asked innocently, a small smirk on her face.

“Can I talk to you,” your gaze moves over her shoulder, Shawn walking out into the backyard “in private? Now”. Without waiting for an answer, you grab her hand drag her to the corner of the yard, a large tree with lights wrapped around the trunk right in the corner with other plants. You rip your hand from hers, an angry look on your face. “Hailey how could you? Why did you invite him?”

“Oh c’mon (y/n), it’s so obvious you like him and he likes you. You guys would be great together. Just go and talk to him, please? At least get to know him a little.” She pleads, putting her hands together.

You turn your head around to look at him just as he starts to laugh at something a shorter, red headed guy said. His teeth showing, his eyes crinkling on the sides, his large hand on his stomach. You can’t help but smile because he’s that cute and you’d really like to get to know him.

“How about this,” Hailey starts, taking your hand in hers and leading the way to Shawn. “I know him pretty well, how about I introduce you to him. Then you guys can get to talking and so on..”

Your palms start to feel clammy and you start to play with the chain of your necklace. “I-I don’t know Hailey, what of I embarrass myself or I-”

“That just means your real. No ones perfect, and I’m sure he’ll like you for you”

Before you could object to the situation, you two are already in front of his friend group. Hailey acts like she’s part of it, saying hello to everybody and just talking. She introduces you to everyone, Shawn being the last one she introduces you to. “Shawn, this is my best friend, (y/n). (Y/n), this is Shawn, you know,

He smiles down at you because you’re that much shorter than him. You forget how to breath because he’s that much more beautiful than in any pictures you’ve seen him in. “Hi honey” his sweet, but sultry voice muttered as he reached out his hand.

You subconsciously bite down on your lip, placing your smaller hand in his larger one, bringing your hands up and down in a professional shake. “Hi” you turn your head around to avoid his intense gaze down on you. You don’t your best friend around anymore, and Shawn’s group of friends are no where to be found as well.

Damn you, Hailey

“So,” Shawn starts, his eyes meeting yours again. “Can’t keep your eyes off me huh?” His little smile was so cute and all you wanted to do was pinch his pink cheeks and kiss all over his face. But you can’t.

You look down, your cheeks are red as can be and you see that your hand is still in his, his swallow tattoo moving slightly as he squeezed your hand, you blush a little more. “Shit, you saw that? I um...” you couldn’t find an explanation to make it seem like you weren’t checking him out even though you completely, totally, undeniably were.

“Don’t worry honey, I think your very beautiful as well” he leans closer as he whispered in my ear. I shiver slightly at the sensation of his hot breath fanning over my neck and his words.

“Um, are you gonna hold my hand forever?” You ask, your cheeks pinker in embarrassment that you had to bring up the contact, but your starting to sweat and the butterflies in your stomach are fluttering non stop.

If you’d let me. He thought

He clears his throat and gives your hand one last squeeze before letting your hand go slack to your side, his hand going up into his hair. “Sorry” he mutters, his face a rose color and his hazel eyes avoiding yours.

You can’t help but giggle at the man. Just because he’s that cute and you don’t even know him and you already have these shivers running down your spine from how he looks at you and how he acts around you.

“Uh, you wanna,” he starts, his orbs back on you and they scan up and down your body. “get a drink?” He points to the door that led back inside the house, music thumping and people dancing and laughing and drinking.

You nod and he moves out the way for you. He places his hands gingerly on the small of your back, making the butterflies in your stomach that just started to settle, flutter again, making you slightly nauseous.

•••

You held your stomach as you laughed, your eyes crinkled at the sides, your cheeks hurting from smiling way to much over the course of two hours. Two hours of learning so much of the Shawn Mendes. Two hours of being flirty and and getting closer and closer on the couch. Two hours of really getting to know each other like no one else does. No cameras. No fans. Just Shawn and (y/n). “No way! That’s so embarrassing!” You said as your breathing started to even out. You rake your fingers through your hair, the sweat accumulating on your hair line.

“I know! I’ve never been more embarrassed ever! The Dave Grohl was in the audience and I have to fall on my ass” he laughs out as his eyes trailed back to you as you began to laugh again. “I-I don’t think I could ever recover from that. Now it’s a meme and people always bring it up.”

“That is hilarious, best thing you’ve told me all night” you said as you sighed. You looked over the crowded room and see Hailey looking back at you a small smile on her face. She makes a shooting motion with her hands then gives you a thumbs up beforeaikg her way to Justin.

“Really? And there’s nothing else I can say to surpass that?” He leaned closer to you on the couch, a smirk on his face.

You shrug “I don’t know. You’ll have to tell me to figure it out” You cock your head to the side, an innocent (not so innocent) smile adorning your colored lips.

Shawn suddenly gets nervous. His thumb was playing with his ring on his fourth finger and his adams apple bobbed up and down. He runs his hand through his perfect brown lock before he muttered out the words “Would you like to go out sometime?” He smiled nervously at you as he awaited an answer from you.

You didn’t have to think twice about it.

“I’d love to go out with you Shawn” you smiled softly at the blushing man, placing your small hand on his large one.

You two are so caught up in each other that you don’t realize people are beginning to crowd the kitchen, the only lights coming from candles on a birthday cake for Hailey.

“Uh, we should go sing happy birthday. I’m sure your very good at it” you joke as you stand from the couch, reaching back for him to take your hand.

He takes your hand, and you pull him up then you start making your way to kitchen as people started to sing ‘happy birthday’, hand in hand, eyes on each other for the rest of the night.

I don’t really like this and I dragged on and on but it’s something! Hope you enjoyed and please reblog!

I also will be making a second part to this imagine so look out for that.

[fandomfanficandmore]

Broken Lenses Part 3 (Ashton Irwin)

fandom: 5 Seconds of Summer

pairing[s]: Ashton Irwin x oc

warnings: Nope

word count: 1.8k+

Part 1 Part 2

Iris sat on one of the equipment boxes and watched the guys as they messed around during their final rehearsal, snapping pictures of the goofy things they were doing.

Laurel climbed up onto the box, watching the men before deciding to talk. “So Ashton, eh?”

“Uh, yeah.” Iris nodded her slowly.

“So how did you two kids meet?”

“Oh my god Will, no!” Iris laughed, shoving her best friend.

“What? I want to know how my best friend met her newest crush.”

“It’s not a crush,” Iris mumbled, her cheeks heating up. Her phone buzzed in her hand, a text message from an unknown number popping up.

Hi

Iris grinned, about to reply when her friend snatched her phone from her hand.  “Hey!”

“Not a crush, huh?” Willow giggled, holding the phone out of Iris’s reach for a moment before handing it back. “So tell me. How did you meet?”

“He bumped into me when I was out taking pictures in LA and broke my camera.” Iris smiled at the fond memory which seemed like it was so long ago but, in reality, it was only a few hours ago.

“Awe!” Willow cooed, making Iris roll her eyes. “You had a meet-cute!”

“A what?” Iris asked, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

“Meet-cute. You met in a cute way. What’s hard to understand about that?”

“I don’t know.”

“So when are you going to see him again?”

“Dude, I just started talking to him yesterday.” Iris let out a laugh, rolling her eyes.

“You should totally invite him to the LA show in a few weeks!” Willow squealed, making Iris laugh. “We have like two days there so you can totally hang out and if things go well, you won’t miss the bus leaving the next morning!”

Iris gasped, shoving her purple-haired friend who was laughing. “Ew, Will, no!”

“What? He’s hot! I’d do him if I wasn’t-”

“Who would you do if you weren’t with me?” Jack laughed, walking up and placing a kiss on the top of Willow’s head.

“Ashton.” She shrugged, making him laugh.

“He is really hot. I’m more of a Mikey girl myself, though,” He smiled, making the girls laugh. Jack and Willow had been together for just over a year yet they were somehow still in the honeymoon phase. They were adorable, but sometimes it did get sickening.  Iris watched as the couple interacted, intertwining themselves almost subconsciously.

“You guys are really good together, you know that?” Iris changed the subject, watching as the pair shared a soft smile before Willow spoke.

“Thanks, I.” The couple broke off into their own conversation as Iris glanced at her phone, biting her lip as she tried to decide what to send.

Hey!

No. The exclamation point seemed too desperate.

Hi

That made it seem like she wasn’t interested.

Hey

She pressed send before she could second guess herself, watching as almost instantly the little typing bubble appeared.

What are you up to?

Listening to Willow and Jack be sickeningly adorable.

Sounds boring

It is.

Iris let out a giggle, unaware that the couple was watching her. She looked up from her phone after she sent the message, finding two pairs of eyes on her. “What?”

“Nothing.” They answered together. Iris shook her head as her phone went off.

What are you up to for the rest of the day?

Prepping for the show. I think we have soundcheck, dinner, and then a meeting. You?

Looks like I’m spending most of the day in the studio.

Fun?

It would be if Luke would just get his part right. He’s messed up 5 times already.

Geez. What’s he trying to do?

Play a simple riff for the bridge of the song we’re working on.

Wait, he might have it

No wait, never mind. He fucked up

Again.

Iris laughed again, a smile settling onto her lips as she typed again.

 😂 I’m sorry

It’s going to be a long night.

-

The next morning, Iris walked through the venue, trying to get a lay of the land, humming to the Harry Styles album she was listening to. The venue was basically empty, as it was barely 8 in the morning and the show wasn’t until 7 that evening.

This was always her favorite part of tour, the early hours spent exploring the venue, seeing the place that would later be filled stand completely empty.

She took a seat in the middle of the stage, looking out on the arena with a grin. She could remember attending her first concert, the event that started it all. She was 8, with a horrible flip phone and a love for an old rock band called The Goo Goo Dolls. Her mother, who loved the band so much she named her daughter after their song, took Iris as an early birthday present. They had third row tickets, and the young girl took advantage of that. The entire show she stood on her chair, snapping pictures with her crappy phone, hoping she caught a good picture. She didn’t, but it became a passion of the girl’s- taking pictures at shows.

When she turned 10, she got her first DSLR. Her mother had bought it second hand on ebay, but Iris loved it anyway. The first show she really shot was for a small band called Allstar Weekend in her hometown when she was 11. They were playing an acoustic show at a tiny pizza joint a few blocks from her house. Her mother was friends with the owner, who gave Iris permission to shoot the show. She loved every minute of it. She was able to wander the room, snapping pictures of the band and the audience, all 30 people who had shown up, and to capture a memory that would last forever. At the end of the show, the lead singer, Zack, got her contact information and soon had her shooting their other shows in the area.

Her first tour gig was with an artist who, at the time, had one album out and had gotten his start on this app called vine. They were both 17 and new to the whole touring thing. They had met previously at an intimate show in Los Angeles and hit it off. His name was Shawn. The tour lasted three months, and during that time they fell for one another. What would you expect? A young, naive girl on tour with and up and coming pop star? They ended soon after the tour did, staying on good terms to date.

She tried to stay away from dating band members, but she never seemed to succeed. Since she had started doing this professionally, she had been with her fair share of A-listers. From being hot and heavy with Justin Bieber to a whirlwind romance with Harry Styles, she left a trail of exes, most of whom she had stayed friends with.

She met All Time Low through her friend Hunter. No, he wasn’t another ex- though she wished he was. He introduced them at a concert when she was 18, fresh out of high school, and she instantly connected with the four men and the eccentric little sister of the lead singer. She went on her first tour with them a month later, two more coming after that. This was her fourth tour with them and by now they knew each other quite well. They became like a family to her, the older brothers and younger sister that she had never had. 

Someone tapped Iris on the shoulder, breaking her out of her trance and causing her to jump. She pulled out her headphones, looking up to find Rian with two cups of coffee. He passed one to her, taking a seat next to her on the stage. “Whatcha doing?” He asked, taking a sip of his drink. Iris took a slow sip of her own before deciding to talk. 

“Thinking.” She smiled softly. “You know, this is our fourth tour together.”

“Is it?” Rian asked, “I can’t believe it’s been that many.” They were silent for a moment as they drank their coffee. “What are you listening to?” Rian nodded towards the headphones on her lap, the music playing faintly. 

“Harry’s album.” She offered him a bud with a smile. 

This was something she and Rian did often. Both were early risers on tour and loved to talk music. Often, on days off, they’d spend their day in the back of the bus listen to music and working. If there was someone in the band she was closest to, it was Rian. She wasn’t sure why, but with him she felt safe. From the Dining Table started, Iris leaning her head on Rian’s shoulder as the song played softly. “I think this is my favorite song on the album.” Iris said quietly before taking a sip of the drink. 

“Only because it’s about you.” Rian laughed softly. This was a debate they had since the album had come out. 

“No way. I still think it’s about Taylor or Kendall.” 

“You’re the one that left in the middle of his tour while you were seeing each other.” 

“I had to. My mother got sick.” Iris’s heart dropped. This was something that was hard for her to talk about. When she was 19, in the middle of what was supposed to be a year-long world tour with Harry, Iris’ mother had been diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. She gave Harry and his team a couple of days notice before packing and leaving. It was hard on her. She grew distant from friends, from Harry. When her mom passed, two months after she had returned home, her world shattered. She still hadn’t been in contact with Harry, so whatever they were was up in the air. 

“I’m sorry I, I didn’t mean-” Rian watched as she began to tear up. He was the only one who knew the whole story. 

“It’s okay.” She smiled faintly at him, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen. The song ended and Iris flipped over her phone, unlocking it handing it to Rian. 

“Your turn.” He scrolled through her phone for a moment before a smirk faded onto his face. He typed a few things before a new song started, one she hadn’t heard before. 

Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard, so if I tell you, just keep it and don't say a word

Iris listened as the upbeat song played, bobbing her head to the beat. 

I love your hair and your face, I wouldn't dare let you down

“Who is that?” Iris asked as the song finished, Rian laughing slightly. 

“Ashton’s band, 5 Seconds of Summer.”

“It’s good,” Iris smiled, “What else do they have?” 

-

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hi,  all  !  i’m  kinda  nervous  about  joining  this  group  bc  of  all  your  lovely  muses  &  amazing  concept  but  never  the  less  let’s  hope  i  don’t  flop  !  wow,  sm  hope  !  SDKFHSHF  ...  ANYWAY  !  i’m  bean  ( she  +  her  /  twenty  /  livin’  in  england  ) :+) ! you  can  call  me  beanie,  b,  beans,  whatever  your  heart  desires  really  &  this  is  my  Chaotic™  daughter,  tilly  !  she’s  a  mash-up  of  some  characters  that  i’ve  played  previously,  so  hopefully  you  all  love  her  as  much  as  i  do.  ANYWAYS,  i’m  also  really  really  bad  at  intros  &  whatnot  (  she  says  as  she  writes  a  literal  novel  SFKHDHF.  )  but  if  you  want  to  plot,  or  ...  whatever  y’all  wanna  do.  🤠  then  feel  free  to  im  me ?  add  me  on  discord  ?  (  old bean#9559  )  and  uhhh,  yeah ! this  sux,  goodnight.  pls  love  me  :+)  

p.s  :  i’m  so  sorry  that  this  whole  post  radiates  a  chaotic  energy  that  i  did  not  expect  !  oh well  !

one.   ˛     ◜ 🥀 ◞     BASIC  STATISTICS.

full  name  :  matilda  quinn  hughes-becker. professionally  known  as  :  matilda  /  tilly  hughes. nicknames  :  tils  (  general  ),  lil’  red  (  family  orientated  )  –  just  don’t  call  her  matilda,  unless  you’re  her  mother  or  you  want  to  annoy  her. :-) age  :  twenty-three. birthdate  :  october  twenty-fourth. zodiac  :  scorpio. claim  to  fame  :  sort  of  like  the  kardashians  /  real  housewives, the  hughes’  family  has  built  an  empire  over  the  years  and  tilly  was  born  into  the  lifestyle  (  comparable  to  kendall  &  kylie,  if  i’m  honest  )  and  hasn’t  really  had  to  do  anything  but  breathe to  see  money  in  the  bank.  reality  tv  star  (   her  family  has  their  own  show,  following  the  day-to-day  lives  of  ex-musician  turned  producer, gerald  hughes,  his  beautician  housewife,  julia  becker  &  their  five  children  )  and  recording  artist  /  musician  are  both  notches  on  her  belt,  but  she  has  various  social  media  followings,  of  course  (  youtube  for  music,  bts  &  promotional  videos,  instagram  &  snapchat  for  the  same,  but  also  personal  use  ). general  occupation  : reality  television  personality  /  musician. net-worth  to  date  :  ten  million. years  active  :  seven. birthplace  &  hometown  :  orange  county,  california,  united  states. current  residence  :  los  angeles,  california. career  claims  :  to  be  added,  not  applicable  atm. orientation  :  bisexual,  biromantic.

two.   ˛     ◜ 🥀 ◞     PHYSICALS.

faceclaim  :  madelaine  petsch. hair  colour  &  style  (  general  )  :  strawberry  blonde  /  red,  all  natural,  usually  worn  curled  /  wavy  in  it’s  natural  form. height  :  5′6. piercings  :  standard  lobes  (  x3  in  left,  2  in  right  ),  both  nipples  &  scattered  studs  in  her  left  ear  (  including  tragus,  conch  &  cartilage  ). tattoos  :  all  most  definitely  from  curt  montgomery,  coverage  is  at  this  level. surgeries  made  public  :  rhinoplasty  (  2015  ),  dissolvable  lip  fillers  (  2017–  ). other  physical  notes  :  has  a  mole  on  her  stomach,  a  few  freckles  on  her  face  and  slightly  noticeable  scar  just  above  her  right  eyebrow,  although  she  tries  to  hide  that  as  much  as  possible.

three.   ˛     ◜ 🥀 ◞     KEY  POINTS.

i.  truly  thinks  she’s  that  bitch, the  regina  george  of  her  own  time...  or  so  she  likes  to  believe.  she’s  grown  up  in  the  spotlight  (  or  at  least  with  the  cameras  rolling  and  following  her  around  for  her  every  movie  )  so  she’s  a)  used  to  it,  b)  likes  to  use  it  all  to  her  advantage  if  need  be  and  c)  knows  too  much  sometimes.  she’s  literally  only  ever  known  this  life,  so  if  she  was  to  be  knocked  down  a  few  notches,  then  so  be  it  !

ii.  her  father  (  gerald  hughes,  ex-singer  of  the  80′s/90′s  )  is  the  one  that  got  her  into  the  music  scene,  she  didn’t  have  to  really  work  for  anything  to  get  where  she  is.  she’s  claimed  to  of   “worked  hard”  but  in  the  world  of  ghost-writers,  good  press  teams  and  a  famous  father ? who  needs  hard  work  ? sure,  she’s  talented,  and  good  at  what  she  does,  but  in  some  ways,  she  takes  after  her  mother  in  the  sense  of  relying  on  looks  and  her  name  to  get  her  to  the  top.  but,  she  works  hard  in  that  category.

iii.  she’s  an  open  book,  has  never  lied  about  anything  regarding  her  past-scandals,  relationships  etc.  but  there’s  always  room  for  that  ( wink  wonk  ;+)  )  but  in  the  long  run,  she’s pretty  much  chilled  out.  she’s  not  an  asshole,  but  she  can  be  defensive,  argumentative  &  literally  start  beef  online  if  she  feels  she’s  being  publicly  shamed  (  basically  any  youtuber  ever  SDKHFSHK.  )  however,  when  she  cares  about  people  ...  she  fuckin’  cares.  like ?  she’ll  deadass  be  a  ride  or  die,  but  don’t  expect  her  to  let  it  go  if  you  cross  her.  #spilltheteasis  !  skdhfds.

four.   ˛     ◜ 🥀 ◞     W.  CONNECTIONS.

i.   ride  or  die  :  can  be  a  single  friend,  or  perhaps  a  group  (  max.  4,  maybe  ?  )  that  have  rode  through  all  the  hardships  with  tilly,  including  scandals,  etc.  and  have  stuck  with  her  unlike  others  that  came  & went  like  the  common  cold.

ii.   exes  :  boyfriends,  girlfriends  ...  something  that  ended  good  or  bad,  mutually  agreed  on  the  split  or  ...  it  was  messy ! whatever  works,  she’s  a  messy  gal  so  ...  literally  anything  will  work,  i  promise.

iii.  family  friends  :  maybe  their  families  grew  up  together,  worked  together  at  some  point  or  run  in  the  same  circle  (  closer  than  others,  for  better  or  for  worse  )  ?  it  can  be  positive,  negative,  indifferent.  maybe  their  families  /  parents  are  friends  but  they’ve  never  really  met  ?  who  knows  !

iv.  unlikely  friends  :  two  people  who  are  nothing  the  same,  or  textbook  definitions  of  not  getting  along  but  have  some  sort  of  mutual  thing  that  connect  them  together !  not  necessarily  joined  at  the  hip,  maybe  not  even  that  close  but  can  call  on  one  another  if  they’d  ever  need  it.

v.  hook-ups,  friends  w  benefits,  rebounds  :  it’s  a  messy  world  &  they’re  just  living  in  it.  you  get  it...  it’s  simple  !  i  just  want  tilly  to  be  the  messy  bitch  she  deserves  to  be  SDKFHDS.  but  ! gotta  love  drama,  angst  ...  don’t  we  all  :^)

a  full  bio  &  a  more  extensive  list  of  wanted  connections  will  come  when  i’m not  Stressed™  over  my  degree  &  that’s  the  motherfuckin’  tea  !  lmao.  but  uhhh  y’all  please  love  her  ?  she’s  a  bit  chaotic  and  whack  –  and  completely  not  outlined  properly  in  this  post  –  but  i  ...  promise  that  i’m  –  slightly  –  better  than  this. *raven  vc*  yep,  that’s  me  !

[agustdef]

Here & Now - Chapter 7

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: Fluff; Chill romance

Word Count: 1,758

Warning: None.

Banner Marker: @dee-ehn​

A lunchtime excursion is what I needed after a jam-packed morning. I’d been in New York for a week because of my other job and I was half excited and half drained. I’d come for a book convention of sorts, but I’d been attending other book-related things the entire time too. Meeting my agent, meeting with other authors, meeting with editors and just going to mixers. It was a lot.

I loved every solitary second of it though.

On day two of the con, my book friends and I had snuck away to have lunch at a rooftop bar we liked. Food and drinks were spread across the table as we ate and relaxed.

Some drank and some didn’t, me being part of the later even though I craved one glass of wine. It helped my mind decompress faster without getting me even slightly tipsy. But I’d put myself on a ban until later.

“Kendall, you’ve been eyeing the rosé for like ten minutes. Just get a glass already,” Sol, an editor friend, said.

I blinked rapidly and shook my head. Looking down at my orange juice I frowned but drank it anyway.

She huffed, probably over my nonsense. “Why not?”

I’d known her longer than anyone and she’d seen me drunk many times, so she knew why. “I can’t risk me turning sleepy instead of energetic. You know I have that panel.”

In the afternoon I’d agreed to do a panel on diversity in fantasy, that was by some miracle filled with POC whose identities were intersectional. We’d be having an actual conversation about how we built our worlds. And hopefully, it wouldn’t get derailed by an audience member.

After that I planned to drink, because I enjoyed it in a not getting wasted capacity and I hadn’t had a sip in over a month.

“So, about that Medusa retelling…” Sara, another author, trailed off, leaving the remark open-ended.

“No.”

“Okay, so how about that adult fantasy?”

“No,” I said again, shoving a fry into my mouth.

Sara rolled her eyes for a second but quickly went into puppy dog mode. “Why not? Why won’t you let me read what you have?”

Narrowing my eyes I shook my head at her. She’d been on me about it all weekend, which was more intense than her texts or Discord messages about it.

“Because they both need major and I mean major rewrites. Plus they aren’t my main focus right now. I don’t have time for them to be.”

“But Kennie, we won’t judge past you, we just want to see what you have.” My agent said, joining in on the harassment.

Soon the entire table was pouting at me. It was unfair, but I had to remain strong. Both stories were not things I would want to see. They were due for some major changes and made me cringe beyond belief. It was like some of my earlier music in that regards. Couldn’t really listen to it without shivering in disgust.

“No. You will wait.” I made sure to look them all in the eyes before turning to Ara. “And aren’t you supposed to be the one discouraging my wandering eye. I have a whole sequel to work on in like two weeks.”

Ara just took a sip of her tea and shrugged. Her unabashedness didn’t surprise me, she could be the worst when it came to me thinking about writing other things.

“Not like you aren’t ahead of schedule with it anyway.”

I was ready to respond sarcastically, but she wasn’t wrong.

We all quickly dissolved from trying to get me to show them my shame to talking about how con was so far. We all enjoyed it, but some were more drained than others. It was great to see people who liked books or liked out books, but after some much interaction with others, it would be hard to keep going.

It’s why we spent a lot of our non-con related meet-ups in a relaxed environment where no one was forced to say a word.

“So, any new music?” Ara instigated.

“None of ya business, ma’am.” I turned and glared at her, which made her glance away.

Rolling my eyes I continued eating in silence, listening to the conversations but making no effort to join in unless I was spoken directly to. I was so not present that I almost didn’t hear my phone ring and when I noticed it I was prepared to let it go to voicemail until I realized the voicemail.

Before anyone could say anything I snatched it up from the table where all the phones were. Everyone’s attention moved to me, but thankfully none appeared to have seen the caller ID or picture.

“That better not be work,” Sara warned.

“It’s not.”

Leaning away from her I cleared my throat and answered the phone in Korean. “Hello?”

“Hey,” Yoongi said.

“Hi.”

There was an awkward pause as usual when he called me, which always made me laugh. “What’s up Yoon?”

“Nothing,” he muttered.

My laughter increased and drew the attention of the table, which I brushed off as I collected myself.

“Nothing? You’re up at 1:00 a.m and nothing is up? If I recall you knocked out the last five nights before midnight.”

There was silence and then a scoff. “How would you know? You didn’t answer one of those nights.”

My mouth dropped open for a second in surprise, but I had no clue why. He’d been holding that over me for three days, whining about him having something important to ask me then. Yet he couldn’t recall what said important thing was.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you.”

On the other end, I could hear him chuckle. He didn’t even bother to muffle it like he’d done the first few times we’d talked and he’d even slightly sassed me.

The jerk was trying to get a rise out of me.

“I will hang up on you.”

“Wait. Wait. Okay. I was working on untitled three and it inspired something else, so I wanted your thoughts,” he said.

My interest was beyond piqued. He never let me listen to things, no matter how much I begged. “Something else? Something else like what?”

“None of your business something else.”

“Well, how am I supposed to give my honest, professional opinion if I don’t know what I’m giving…”

He cut me off, “Not going to work. I can hang up instead.”

“Fine. Fine,” I said in English by accident. Again the group's eyes were on me, but I waved them off.

“Okay.”

For seconds after nothing was said and I could barely hear the clicking of what I assumed was his mouse. The more time passed the more excited I became until there was a soft melody playing.

“Shit,” he said before it stopped. “Wrong one.”

Again I was left to wait until a much more intense sound slipped through the phone. It was a much harder beat, something that felt very on brand with your typical rap song but was straddling line into metal music. I’d never assumed he’d be one for the sound.

Pushing past my shock I listened closely as he played it a second time unprompted. When it was over I played it over in my head, trying my best to pick it apart of something.

“So?” he asked.

“It’s good, pleasing to the ears. But were you trying to venture into metal music? And were you going for something so drum heavy? If yes, then maybe take away some of that cello. I think that’s a cello. Why the hell is there a cello piece in there?” The more I thought the more confused I got.

Instead of answering me he laughed. It sounded like one of his head throwing laughs too.

“Are you fucking with me?”

“Maybe,” he answered, still laughing.

“I’m hanging up!”

“No, wait. Here. This is the real thing.”

The track started the same, bass drum doing its thing and I almost hung up, but instead of the bass continuing with the cello like before it faded a little into the background. Everything that made it weird and metal was gone, replaced by a hip hop style beat that was more his style.

Once it played twice I spoke up. “I actually like this one and it’s still pleasing to the ears. Is there was a specific thing you were going for? I could be of more use if I knew.”

“No. Just wanted to see if it sounded okay.”

“Yoon, tell me. I hate the mystery,” I whined.

“No.”

Arguing with him would get me nowhere and I knew it. “Okay, then what was that other one?”

“Nope. Bye Kendall,” he said in a sing-song voice.

“No. Yoongi, tell me.”

“Bye.”

“Fine, bye.”

With a groan, I hung up and placed my phone back at the center of the table. The urge to pout and try to get him to tell me was strong, but I also couldn’t help the smile that formed.

Sara cleared her throat as I felt my cheeks begin to burn, drawing me from whatever weirdly happy place I was going. When I glanced her way her eyes were narrowed. “You said it wasn’t for work.”

As I cursed I blamed myself for not remembering that she one of the two Korean American’s at the table spoke it fluently, but that wasn’t the case. I’d simply assumed nothing I’d be embarrassed about would be said. Not like she didn’t know I knew him after I’d had her check a text for me without thinking it would be him days before.

I shrugged. “It wasn’t.”

“Sounded like it.”

“It was a friend asking for an opinion.” Grabbing my glass I hoped she’d drop it as I took a swig.

“Yup, totally. Min Yoongi just called for an opinion and that totally wasn’t adorable flirting.”

“No,” I practically shouted. Clearing my throat I tried again, “No, that’s not what happened at all. And you could only hear my side, so you wouldn’t know anyway.”

She wiggled her eyebrows and nudged my shoulder a little. “ You’re smiling way too hard for it not to have been.”

In response, my hand went to cover my mouth as I tried to push down the smile.

It’s cute. You’re both cute.”

Before I could respond someone asked her a question. As her attention diverted elsewhere I chewed the inside of my cheek and fought down the flustered feeling inside of me.

[thesportssoundoff]

So Who Replaces The Count?

Joey

May 30th 2018

First we can begin with what I figure is a fair yet short talk on "The Count" Michael Bisping. There are a hundred different words to describe Michael Bisping's legacy and they range from as sterling as the label of pioneer to as damning as simply referring to him as an asshole. If I had to find a single word to describe Bisping, I'm pretty sure I'd go with professional. In a sport where everybody from promoters to the fighters seems to be rife with amatuers getting the Peter Principle treatment, Bisping was a rare pro's pro. He never missed weight, he took fights all over the place against anybody offered him, he kept himself in shape to be able to fill in at any time, he always seemed mentally prepared for every fight he was taking and even if Bisping didn't always win, you never had a fight where you felt like he didn't give himself a chance to win. Even if Bisping was all sorts of limited athletically, his cardio, pacing and fight IQ always gave him a shot against any opponent. Put this way; here were the first five TUF season winners at the start of 2018:

Forrest Griffin- Retired Diego Sanchez- Active, on a two fight losing streak, 2-3 in his last five fights Rashad Evans- Active, lost four fights in a row Joe Stevenson- Trying to salvage his career outside of the UFC Michael Bisping- Former MW champ in 2017, two straight losses to guys in the top 10 Kendall Grove- Trying to salvage career outside of the UFC Matt Serra- Retired Travis Lutter- Retired Nate Diaz- Retired?

Most of them are out of the sport, some of them are scrapping to try and stay alive in MMA and some are just trying to hold on for a little bit longer in the UFC. As amazing as it sounds, guys like Rashad Evans and Diego Sanchez have just been trying to hold onto whatever remains of their relevancy. Michael Bisping headlined the biggest PPV of 2017----and then took a fight a few weeks later for the fuck of it. That was also the first time Michael Bisping lost two fights in a row which speaks to his absurd consistency and longevity. Not bad for a dude who I think most of us would consider limited athletically. Also worth pointing out that DJ Mikey B had his career renaissance with just one eye as well after Alan Belcher damaged it with an inadvertent eye poke. Bisping was even a professional asshole; a dude who understood how to promote fights and be the heel that MMA needs sometimes. Bisping's resume is highlighted by his insane win total, the TUF win and his KO over Luke Rockhold---but the one thing I hope he's remembered for is how he embodied professional fighting in so many different ways.

Having said all that, let's chit chat about what you need to remember about Michael Bisping and what the UFC is going to miss going forward. Of  Michael Bisping's last 10 fights, 9 of them were main events and only 2 were in the US. Bisping was Mr. International and the sort of fighter the UFC could use to either break into new markets or just guarantee fans a main eventer of consequence. He was a reliable headliner for free TV at the very least and his truest value may have been as a Fight Pass star for international fans. That's a lot of main events to make up, especially internationally. Who can the UFC turn to be the next big UK Star potentially? Well let's look at some dudes (and a lady!) who might be capable of filling up that spot:

1- UFC WW Darren Till

This is the easiest of the choices possible and the one that seems the most likely. In six UFC fights, Darren Till has headlined twice, both overseas. Till is really young, has weight division versatility at WW or MW and he is probably the best fighter out of the UK now that Bisping has retired. Till has the Bisping personality (although his shit talk seems more matter of fact and less humorous) and he's building himself up a crazy fanbase. Darren Till is the best fit for the spot but ironically enough, he might be TOO good. Bisping was always consistently above average (minus his second half career renaissance around Thales Leites) whereas Darren Till already has wins over Donald Cerrone and Wonderboy on his ledger. Dana has already said his next fight is going to be in Las Vegas so clearly Till's going to get his first real test outside of the United States. If Till turns out to be a draw, he's not playing around in the UK. Conor McGregor only headlined one time out in Ireland before it was straight up Vegas and MSG. Darren Till's talent might prevent him from being the next Bisping.

2- UFC WW Leon Edwards

After nine fights in the UFC, almost primarily in Europe, Leon Edwards gets the opportunity to headline for the first time in the UFC against Donald Cerrone in Singapore. Edwards is under 30, he's fought plenty of times in the UK and he's the sort of guy who has earned his reputation by virtue of a tremendous glut of wins against good enough competition. It's taken a long time for Edwards to get his first main event which kind of is the problem; he's really nondescript. He's showcased some good wrestling but not great, he's had some pop in his hands but nothing recently, his fights are prelim memorable but not exactly the sort of fights you'd show to your friends. He's another one of these really good WWs who just doesn't generate any sort of excitement. If it was about results, Edwards would be a lock but unless he wow's vs Cerrone, this feels like a case of "We needed a guy" and not a case of any genuine enthusiasm for his future.

3- Cage Warriors FW Paddy Pimblett

Paddy "The Baddy" Pimblett is one of those fighters who I have a tough time figuring out. I've watched him fight about five times in Cage Warriors and I still don't quite know what he is. Maybe it's the Marc Diakiese effect where a fighter who seems to have serious issues often getting fights where they need to be leave me on edge. Be that as it may or may not be, Paddy is already a big star in Cage Warriors, a Liverpool native who has tremendous character and some absurd grappling chops. He's one of those guys who "gets it" about how to promote and market yourself. He's not perfect but I suppose that's part of the charm. Paddy opted to re-up with Cage Warriors in March so he'd be a ways away I suppose from getting the call. Pimblett has a lot of Michael Bisping in him but again, there's some Diakese here.

4- Bellator WW Michael Page

Currently the attention of Bellator's next big free agent is Michael Chandler which is understandable. Talent at 155 lbs like Mike Chandler, still technically in his prime-ish at 32 years, are wanted on the open market. The reality though is that if I had to choose between two fighters with one fight left on their deals, I'm not entirely sure that Chandler would be the guy I'd want. That would probably have to be Michael Page even with the concern. I know Michael Chandler will be a decent LW in the UFC (maybe a little better, maybe a bit worse) whereas MVP could be the best WW or the worst WW. The pacing of his career suggests he's not going to be there---but if the UFC is looking to replace Michael Bisping, you'd HAVE to want to be in on MVP. He's a "star" in the UK, he's loaded with personality and while we've seen him put up stinkers time and time again; he's the sort of dude who has the ability to be a Vitor Belfort who lives off of the highlight reel. They'd have to sign him away from Bellator obviously but we can't let facts get in the way!

5- UFC FW Arnold Allen

There's something very Ortega-y about Arnold Allen. The late comebacks are obviously a part of it but there's something to be said about a guy who always seems to find a way to win under any circumstances vs opponents who are worlds higher in rank and stature. He's really flawed but I stop assuming guys are lucky and stop figuring they're bound to find a way to lose after their third "How'd he do that shit?" win. I don't know if Allen will ever be a superstar but he's young, he's talented, he has a knack for pulling off miraculous wins and he's cutting his teeth in a ridiculously tough division. It's worth noting that Allen has a checkered legal past (a bar fight where he apparently either hit a woman or was defending his girlfriend depending on who you ask) and we saw Jimi Manuwa struggle to get fights outside of Europe because of that.

6- Women's boxer Nicola Adams

By all accounts Adams is an MMA fan and considered making the move over to MMA at one point. It may be worth checking in and seeing just whether she'd reconsider that. She's obviously not a sure bet to develop into a "star" and at 35 she's a weathered athlete BUT wouldn't you rather take a chance on someone like this knowing what the upside could be? Even if you have her for 3-4 years before she retires, you're still getting arguably one of the greatest women's athletes you've ever had.

[chaos-weekly]

another good memory

Magnolia was doing this shoot as a favor to some of Ainsley’s up and coming photographer and stylist friends, but nothing beat being on rollerblades. The duo had wanted a fun, retro photoshoot, and when the idea of skating had been tossed out, she had immediately agreed. Nollie had grown up rollerblading with her brothers, and those memories were some of the few good ones she had from her childhood. 

Needless to say, she was excited. Nollie was feeling more like herself than she had in a while.

She was sitting on a bench on top of the parking garage they were shooting on, lacing up her rollerblades when she saw him. She’d noticed men’s clothing on the rack, but out of everyone they could have picked, why did it have to be London? He wasn’t even a real model (not that he couldn’t be if he wanted to.)! Nollie knew Ainsley had probably arranged for him to be the other model, and while he could have gotten literally anyone, he’d picked London. He needed to stop playing matchmaker-- every date he’d set her up on had gone to Hell. After her first encounter with London, she doubted this would go any different.

“‘Sup?” he greeted, plopping down beside her. 

“Hey, London,” she replied, offering a smile. An olive branch. He smiled back. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for--”

He cut her off, shaking his head as he looked over at her. His eyes stared directly into hers. Nollie’s heart skipped a beat.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” London said firmly. “You were right. It’s your name. You have the final say in what people call you. I’m sorry for not understanding that at the Gala, Nollie.”

In all her years on earth, Magnolia had never received an apology as sincere as his. There was no gaslighting, no making her feel bad. He accepted her decision as if he’d made it himself. 

“Um,” she began, unsure of what exactly to say. Her wide eyes surely gave away the sheer astonishment she felt. Fortunately, she was saved by the photographer, Mindy. 

“Magnolia, London, if you could just get up and skate around a bit, that would be great. I’d like to get some test shots to get my camera adjusted.”

She nodded, standing up with ease and waiting for London to do the same. He looked hesitant, and she offered her hand out to him. Chuckling, he took it and she helped pull him up. 

“You made it look easy,” he muttered.

“It is easy,” she teased, dropping his hand and skating backwards. “Can you keep up, Twinkle Toes?”

“God, I sure freaking hope so.” He skated forward to join her, and Nollie smiled. 

She wasn’t really sure when the test photos stopped and the real photos started. In fact, she’d almost forgotten this was a photoshoot at all. It was fun, light, breezy, and Nollie didn’t even mind being around London. As it turned out, he was much nicer than Kendall had said he was. 

And he was free. Childish. Goofy. He had a great laugh. Sure, he was rough and tumble, as evidenced by the colorful language every time he even slightly lost his balance, but she didn’t feel remotely threatened by him. It was comfortable, and she could tell he was feeling the same way.

“I need some stills of you two!” Mindy called out, waving them towards her. “I want some of these rollerblades up close. Nollie, do you think you can lift your back leg up in the air? Grab on to London for some balance, honey. I don’t need you breaking anything on my watch.”

Nollie didn’t even think anything of it. She skated close to London, wrapped her hands around his-- incredibly toned-- biceps, and lifted her leg slightly into the air. She felt his hands grab her sides, and when she looked up to thank him, she felt the mood shift. He was looking at her differently, more intensely. This wasn’t just friendly anymore. 

“Lovely, lovely,” Mindy was saying. “I need a picture of those arms, London. Your tattoos are beautiful. Stay like that a minute, please.”

His tattoos were beautiful. His arms were stunning. The more she thought about it, the hotter she realized London was. Ainsley was right-- she hadn’t been with a man in a hot minute. And he was clearly interested. She could have him after this shoot if she wanted.

But she didn’t. She had good reason for avoiding sex, and she knew enough hadn’t changed for her to start back up again. Especially with London Lovell. 

She went through the rest of the photoshoot reminding herself of that. 

“I think that’s enough of the rollerskates,” Mindy said, wiping sweat off her forehead. “Let’s do a quick outfit change and then meet by London’s motorcycle. If that’s still okay with you, London?”

“Yeah,” he said, shrugging. “I just want these stupid things off my feet.”

Nollie snorted, but her mind was racing. Motorcycle pictures? This hadn’t been in the communication she received. But it would be fine. It was a favor to Ainsley. She was doing this for him, and boy would he get a kick out of it when she called him.

Her outfit for this part of the shoot was in stark contrast to the previous part. She was trading in her rainbow sweater for a tiny black tank top and her skates for dirty converse. It was simple and sexy, and Magnolia was terrified. 

But Professional Model Magnolia didn’t get terrified. These kinds of shoots weren't unusual for her. She was going to do her job and do it well. At least she’d be able to channel in all the sexual tension she’d felt in the last half of the shoot.

Swallowing, Nollie joined London and Mindy outside.

“This is going to be like a quick, fifteen minute mini shoot,” Mindy explained. “I’m going to give a few directions, but I need you both to keep the vibe. We’re going for sexy, lots of chemistry. Nothing too risque, we just want viewers to be saying, ‘Hot damn,’ when they see these. Now, London if you could go lean up against your motorcycle. I want some singles of you.” 

She watched as Mindy took a few shots, then waved Magnolia over. She strode over more confidently than she felt. 

As soon as she was within reach, London was looping his fingers through her belt loops and pulling her into him. 

Normally, Nollie would have gasped, but Confident Magnolia just smirked, resting one hand on his chest and letting another slide up his body to cup his cheek. He was so tall. So strong. Her heart was absolutely pounding. She was sure he could feel it. His arms started to snake around her waist, and she stood on her toes, leaning in to kiss him.

“Wait! Don’t move! I want a shot before the kiss!” Mindy screeched excitedly, clearly happy about how these pictures were turning out. But this in between was torture for her, and judging by London’s heavy breathing, torture for him too. 

 “Okay, okay, you’re good. You two can break it up, now. But slowly! I want pictures” the photographer said. London let his hands run down her body, caressing literally every single (non-existent) curve she had. God, she was going to have a heart attack. And he was obviously enjoying this! There was very little she could do to get him back, to make him feel the way she was feeling without crossing professional boundaries.

She settled for a tiny kiss on the corner of his mouth, soft and lingering, dangerously close to his lips. The way his eyes caught hers as she pulled away let her know she’d done just enough. The score was settled. Magnolia pushed herself off of him, smirking. 

Mindy gushed about how great the photos were the entire way back to the dressing room. She ran off to show the stylist, leaving London and Nollie alone.

“So,” he said slowly, leaning against the door frame of his dressing room. “Milkshakes? We didn’t get them after the Gala.” There was a sexy glint in his eyes, and Nollie couldn’t help but laugh.

“Not today, London. But if you ever want to rollerblade, let me know. I’d love to teach another friend how to skate backwards.”

“So we’re friends now, huh?” He seemed content with this.

“Friends,” Nollie agreed. “I’d give you my number, but I’m sure Ainsley has given it to you by now. Shoot me a text.” She smiled and ducked into her dressing room.

Friends. Friends was all they would ever be, but she was happy with that. This little thing had been fun for the day.

/// 

Four days later, the file of all of the pictures came in. Nollie always printed a few photos from every shoot. From this one, she printed one of her and London laughing while he grabbed onto her arm trying not to fall and the close up of their rollerblades. She didn’t want to print any of the motorcycle ones. As far as she was concerned, that had never happened.

She printed one more, one she didn’t even know existed.

It was of her and London, rollerblades in hand and making faces at each other as they walked across the top of the parking garage in their colorful socks. It was pure, it was fun, it was everything she’d felt skating around with him that day.

It was another good memory.

[wazafam]

Kylie Jenner is getting bashed on Instagram yet again. The Keeping Up With the Kardashians star is being mom-shamed after posting two adorable photos of her daughter, Stormi Webster. Fans accused the mom of putting professional makeup on her soon-to-be three-year-old child.

Kylie Jenner was only 10 years old when Keeping Up With the Kardashians first started in 2007. Over the last 15 years, fans have watched as Kylie matured and evolved into her own person. At just 18, Kylie set out to create a brand for herself with the help of her momager, Kris Jenner. The two worked together to release Kylie's infamous lip kits. She went on to create an entire brand around the lip kits, Kylie Cosmetics. The brand has since ventured into skincare, eye shadow palettes, and even hand sanitizers. Kylie is constantly promoting her latest products on her Instagram page. In 2017, Kylie took a step away from the spotlight as she became pregnant with her daughter Stormi. Stormi will be turning three years old in just a few short weeks.

Related: KUWTK: Why Fans Liked Kim Kardashian's Style Better Before Kanye's Influence

Kylie Jenner's fans seem to always have something to say. The Kylie Cosmetics founder posted two adorable photos of Stormi on Instagram. The comment section of the post quickly began to flood with comments bashing the mom, accusing her of putting makeup on her young daughter. Fans questioned if Stormi's tiny face was contoured in the second photo Kylie shared. While it may be common for young children to have an interest in playing around with makeup, this seemed to be a little different. One comment countered this argument, explaining that it is not normal when kids are wearing "professional makeup." Usually when young kids play with makeup, they typically "mess it up" after applying it. In this case, Stormi seemed to have makeup on that looked better than that of most adults. Take a look at the photos of Stormi on her scooter below:

While most fans found it to be "soooo ridiculous" for Kylie to put makeup on Stormi, Kylie soon put an end to the speculations. She replied to one of the comments accusing her of not letting Stormi just "be a kid" by putting makeup on her with a simple "no." As Kylie put an end to the rumors, some fans explained how she and Khloé typically use filters on photos of their daughters. Not everyone had negative things to say, though. Kylie's older brother, Rob Kardashian, praised Stormi's cuteness, writing, "Sheeeesh!" It is no surprise Rob left a comment on Kylie's post, as the two have been showing each other some brotherly-sisterly love lately on Instagram.

Kylie Jenner shut down those mom-shammers real quick. It is reassuring to know Kylie did not actually put a full face of makeup on her nearly three-year-old daughter, even though it may have looked that way. There are no doubts fans will get to watch as Stormi gets older and grows a love for makeup, just like they did with her mom on Keeping Up With the Kardashians.

Next: KUWTK: Fans Sympathize With Kendall After Harsh Caitlyn Jenner Interview

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[lobsters-on-their-heads]

Talk to Me, Chap. 3

This will be the last chapter of this story.  In putting this story together, I was struck by how much Delphine missed out on in season 4 and the beginning of season 5.  I’m assuming here that she didn’t have the chance to learn much from Felix in Geneva, since Adele said she was “all business.”  

You can read all three chapters here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11697588

“Can you tell me why PT, or John, I guess, brought you to the island?  Why he saved you after you got shot?”

They were sitting now, with Delphine propped up against all the pillows that had migrated to the Rabbit Hole over the past several months.  Cosima nestled between her legs, her back against Delphine’s chest and a hand on each knee.  Delphine toyed with one of Cosima’s dreadlocks between her fingers and kissed her temple before answering.

“I can tell you as much as I know, or what I assume to be true.”

“That works.”

Delphine took the lock of hair in her fingers and brushed it against her own cheek, then held it under her nose and breathed in.  Cosima squeezed her thigh.

“Are you gonna tell me, or are you just gonna smell my hair?”

“I’m going to do both.  The man who calls himself Mr. Westmoreland knew I was the head of Dyad.  He knew I worked with clones, and he knew about my medical background.  Leekie told him about me, he said.  According to him, he’d wanted to get me in his circle for some time, but I don’t know how true that is.”

“Yeah, he’s kinda full of shit, isn’t he?”

“Mmhm.”  Delphine finally dropped Cosima’s hair and rested her hand against Cosima’s stomach.  “He is full of a lot of shit, but he’s more transparent than he thinks he is, for people who want to see.”

“People like you.”

“Yes.  And like you.”  She sighed.  “Van Lier knew that Evie Cho and some of the other Neolutionists wanted me out of the way, so he--”

“Wait.”  Cosima half-turned in Delphine’s arms and held up a hand.  “The people who... who got you shot, like, Duko and all them, they were Neolution?  But then Neolution saved you?  I’m confused.”

Delphine laughed and nodded.  “It is confusing.  There are different factions with various ties to Neolution.  Some of them know about their ties, and some of them don’t.  They all have different agendas, different goals, and different morals, as you’ve seen with Coady and Susan Duncan, even.  Some parts of Neolution wanted me dead; Nealon told me that.”

“Oh, shit, Nealon was Neolution, too?”  Cosima settled back against Delphine’s chest and readjusted the blanket over them.  “Maybe I shouldn’t really be surprised.  He’s the one who intercepted Rachel.  I guess he’s the one who sent her to the island, then.”

“I believe so, yes.”

“He played all of us.  He played us against each other.”

“He did his part.”  

Cosima thought back to her time with Dr. Nealon, her doctor for the months when Delphine was in charge of Dyad.  He’d always creeped her out a little bit, with his loose skin, watery eyes, and vaguely Mengelian outlook on life.  His treatment of her, though, had been nothing but professional.  She couldn’t remember ever seeing him and Delphine interact.  “So, what,” she asked, “did Nealon just walk into your office one day and tell you Neolution wanted you dead?  How’d that work out for him?”

“Not exactly.”  Delphine was silent for a few moments then, running her fingers over Cosima’s knuckles and wrist bones.  When she asked the question, Cosima’s tone had been light, but she knew it was a loaded topic.  “I found out that he’d replaced Rachel with Krystal Goderich, so I had him arrested, and when I interrogated him, he told me about Neolution’s role in things.  Fortunately for us, too, because I could then call Sarah and stop her from giving Kendall’s DNA to Ferdinand.”

“Oh, God, Ferdinand.”  Cosima curled her lip in distain and dug her fingertips into Delphine’s thigh.

Delphine arched an eyebrow that Cosima did not see.  “What about him?”

“Well, he’s a terrible person, for starters.  I’m not even sure I’d call him a person most of the time.  Not any more.”

“I see.”

“But, you were telling me about Nealon.  I’ll fill you on Ferdinand later.”  Cosima tilted her head back to give her a small smile.  “Your story is much more interesting.”

“If you say so.”  Delphine bent to kiss her, lingering on her lips a moment before sliding her tongue inside her mouth.  She did not give the impression of wanting to continue, so Cosima pulled away.

“Are you trying to distract me?”

“Not intentionally.”  

Delphine was smirking again, though, and when she bit her lower lip Cosima knew she was full of it.  “No, no, you don’t.”  Turning her whole body this time, she propped one arm against the wall and looked right into Delphine’s eyes.  “I have waited too damn long to have this conversation with you.”

With a sigh, Delphine dropped her head back against the headboard and ran her fingers through her hair.  “All right, but I have lost track.  What is it you wanted to know?”

“Nealon.  You said you arrested him and he told you Neolution wanted to kill you.”

“Yes.”

Cosima gently prodded the skin below Delphine’s sternum.  “Tell more more about that.”

“Well, first he offered me a position, a ‘one-time offer,’ as he called it, with Neolution.  He said they had a place for me.  I refused.”

Cosima frowned.  “Did he mean the place on the island?  You got there anyway.”

“I’m not sure if that’s what he meant.  I didn’t ask.”

“When did he tell you this?”

“The day I was shot.  The day Ferdinand was supposed to take samples from Kendall Malone.  He offered me a position, showed me a video of Rachel on the island, and when I called for the guards to take him away, no one came.”

“What?  Weren’t there guards around him already?  Around you?”  Cosima remembered Delphine’s days at Dyad, and how guards or assistants had never been too far away from the new director.

“There were, at first.  They should have come instantly, and when they didn’t, I knew something was wrong.”  She took a deep breath.  “And then Nealon attacked me.”

“He attacked you?”

“Yes.  He tried to strangle me, and this little worm-thing came out of his mouth, like he was trying to.... to attack me with it somehow.”

“Oh shit.”  Cosima sat straight up.  “Did it go in your mouth?  Did it actually....”  Not bothering to finish the sentence, she reached over and turned Delphine’s face from side to side, looking at her cheeks.  But of course, it wasn’t visible, and the light was low in the basement now.  She would need a flashlight or an ultrasound.

Delphine took her wrist and stilled it.  “No, chérie.  It didn’t touch me.  Don’t worry.”

With a slow breath, Cosima relaxed.  “Thank God.”  Then another thought occurred to her.  Delphine, after all, had been with Neolution before they even met, and if Leekie had a bot in his cheek without anyone knowing about it.... “You didn’t get one before, then?” she asked.  

“One of those worms?”  Delphine almost laughed.  “No.  Why would I get one, and how?”

“Well, Leekie had one.  Apparently it was all the rage for a certain sort of Neolutionist.  They put one in Sarah and she didn’t even know it.”

Now it was Delphine’s turn to lean away and stare at her girlfriend with wide eyes.  “Are you serious?”

“Completely.  Here, I’ll show you.”  Cosima climbed out of bed and wrapped herself in a small throw blanket that covered her torso and most of her buttocks.  Delphine stayed seated in the bed while Cosima bounded over to one of the storage cabinets and returned with two glass vials.  “Did Nealon’s worm look like these guys?”

Even in the waning light, Delphine’s face paled.  She took one of the vials to inspect more closely.  “Yes.  Exactly like this.  Where did you get these?”

Cosima settled onto the bed.  “Well, that one came from Sarah’s cheek.  It was implanted sometime while she was held at Dyad, we’re not sure when.  Without her consent, obviously.  This one-” She held up the other vial. “-came from Dr. Leekie.  Apparently it was modifying his genes to prevent Alzheimer’s.”

“That was in Aldous Leekie’s face?  How....?”  With Sarah’s bot still in her left hand, Delphine pointed to the other vial.  

“How did we get it?”

“Among other questions, yes.  And why do you have that cheeky grin all of a sudden?”

Cosima’s grin widened, showing her tongue peeking through her teeth.  “Now, that is a funny story.  You know how Rachel told you Leekie died in a plane crash?”

“She said he had a heart attack on a private jet.”

“Yeah, same thing, total bullshit, nobody believed her.  We all thought Dyad just had him eliminated, like, in his house or something, right?”

“Right.”

“Well, he was killed, obviously, but not by Dyad.  Donnie Hendrix shot him in the head and buried him under their garage.”  Seeing Delphine do the same open-mouthed double take she herself had made upon learning that, Cosima giggled.  “Alison helped, of course.  With the burying, not the killing.”

“Sainte merde,” Delphine whispered.

“I know, right?  We had no idea.  Totally puts Alison and Donnie both in a whole new light.  It worked out pretty well, though, because once we knew Neos got these bots in themselves voluntarily, Alison dug up his head and sent it to us in an insulated handbag bag so we could extract this little guy for study.”

Still gaping, Delphine looked from Cosima’s smug face to the bots in their vials, and back to Cosima again.  Despite the gruesomeness of the conversation topic, or perhaps because of the contrast it provided, Cosima was again struck by just how beautiful Delphine was, especially with her hair so delightfully mussed.  The little voice in Cosima’s head reminded her that she still only had a few days with Delphine, which would even out to maybe less than 24 hours alone and awake with her before she jaunted off to France.  She pushed the little voice aside, though, focusing on the matter at hand.

“We should probably check that you don’t have one of these in you, though,” she said.  “You were with Neolution long enough, they could’ve snuck one in without you ever knowing about it.”

Delphine ran her tongue around inside her mouth, the same way Cosima had when she learned about the bots.  “I don’t feel anything.”

“Well, no one does.  It’s weird, because they’re not super tiny, but they affect the nerves inside the mouth just so that the host isn’t aware of their presence.”  Cosima rose again from the bed, took the second vial from Delphine, and put both of them back in storage.  “Come on, indulge me.  I’ll give you ice cream afterwards.”

“Eskimo pies?”

“What else?  I sent Hell-Wizard out to buy some the minute I heard you were coming back.  Come on.”  She dug around some drawers for a flashlight, but she was getting cold, so she dropped the blanket and pulled her pants back on.

Delphine, still in bed, pouted.  “You can check me if you want, but do we really have to get dressed again?”

Cosima checked her cell phone on the dresser.  It was just after 7, and there was a text from Scott inviting them to join him, Hell-Wizard, and Charlotte at Dave & Buster’s later.  She tapped a quick acceptance to the invitation and put the phone back down.  “Well, we’re getting dinner with Scott and Charlotte after I check your face for bots, so if you wanna be naked for that, I won’t really complain, but you might get arrested.  And you’ll be cold.

Delphine muttered something French under her breath as she climbed out of the bed, giving Cosima a great view of her ass as she gathered up her clothing.  “Let me pee first.”

“Whatever you need, babe.  We’ve even got a little room for that.” 

She got a swat on the arm for that, probably deserved, but she saw Delphine trying to hide her smile as she walked to the bathroom.  While Delphine was in there, Cosima finished dressing, and her mind drifted back to the worry about how they would remove a bot if Delphine actually had one.  Evie Cho was dead, and she had been their only option to remove Sarah’s bot safely.  Cosima thought she might be able to remove it herself, based on her observations of Sarah’s procedure, but that was a big might that could cost Delphine’s life if she was wrong.  

The flashlight was buried in the back of one of the kitchenette drawers.  She found it just as Delphine exited the bathroom, thankfully, since she really wanted Delphine to think that she had her shit together.  Delphine wore jeans and a T-shirt, her haired pulled into an “I don’t want to fuck with it” pony tail that matched her facial expression as she sat on the lab stool next to Cosima.

“You’re going to use a flashlight?” she asked.  “To find a robot worm inside my face?”

“That’s how we found Sarah’s.  Open up, babe.”

Looking inside Delphine’s mouth like this was an odd mixture of intimate and clinical.  Cosima’s tongue and some of her fingers had explored as much of that mouth as they could reach on various occassions, but Cosima had never spent much time looking inside.  In a moment, she noticed that Delphine still had her tonsils but not her wisdom teeth, and two silver fillings capped her back teeth.  More importantly, she didn’t have any bots in her cheeks.  She let out the breath she’d been holding since Delphine opened her mouth, and switched off the flashlight.

“Looks good, babe.  No bots.”

“Elch.  Thank goodness.”  Delphine rinsed her mouth a few times, then flopped back onto the bed.  “Do you feel better now?”

Cosima draped herself beside her and kissed her.  “I feel much better, yes.  To be honest, I have no idea how we would have removed it if you did have one, so this simplifies things a lot.”

Delphine jabbed her in her side, making her squawk.  “That’s very reassuring, chérie, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, babe.”

They lay side by side, looking into each other’s eyes with their feet dangling off the side of the bed.  “Have I answered all of your questions?” Delphine asked.  

“You’ve answered a lot of them.”

“Good.”

“Just one more, if that’s okay?”

“Of course.”

“What happened to Dr. Nealon?”

Delphine paused and raised her eyebrows.  “I shot him,” she said.

“You shot him?”  Cosima realized that she kept repeated herself, but she couldn’t help it.  She’d known Delphine had a gun, but she could not imagine her using it.  Or could she?  She had threatened Shay, after all.

“Yes, to get him off me while he was strangling me.  It worked.  He got off me, worm and all.  He died a few minutes later.”

“Holy shit.”  Cosima stroked her face, watching her avoid eye contact.  “That must’ve been awful.”

“It’s not something I want to repeat.”  Finally, Delphine met her eyes and forced a smile.  “I’m fine now.”

“Okay.  Not completely sure I believe you, but okay.  What about you?  Do you any more questions for me?”

“Yes, but most of them can wait.”

Cosima lifted herself up to look down at her.  “You sure?  We have a little more time before we have to go.”

“I’m sure.  They’re not even specific questions, really.  I just want to know what you were up to, what you did, what you thought about, while I was away.  I know you worked on the cure, of course, and you dealt with Kendall Malone and everything that happened to her, but I want to know about everything else, too.  Even the everyday, the banal things you did or thought about.  All of it.”

Cosima leaned down and kissed her, pulling on her lower lip.  “I thought about you.  Constantly.”

Delphine jabbed her again.  “Brat.”

“I’m serious!  Ask anyone that was here.  Ask Scott.  Hell, ask Mrs. S, she heard all about you, too.”

“I will.”

A tentative knock sounded from the top of the stairs.  “Cosima?” Hell-wizard called down.

“We’ll be up in a minute!” Cosima called back. Leaning her head next to Delphine’s, she sighed.  “Do you really have to go to France in two days?”

“I’m afraid so, yes.  But only for a few days.  I’ll be back before you know it.”

“And I can’t go with you.”

“Not with Neolution still looking for you, no.  I won’t risk it.”

Cosima wrapped her arm around Delphine’s midsection and pulled her close.  “I still love you.  You know that, right?”

Delphine kissed her forehead.  “I know.  And I love you.  Je t’aime.  Toujours.”

[zustinviews]

We Did Good - Justin Bieber imagine

Request: ‘Can u please write an imagine where yn and justin are married and they just had a baby and they brought her home to find all their family members (shes a part of the kardashian/jenner family) and its all cute then they leave and its just yn and justin and their daughter and they r all cuddling in bed and justin keeps telling yn she did a great job and the baby looks as beautiful as her mother idk something like that its up to u’

Warnings: none

{Y/N} POV

“{Y/N}! Can we see the baby?”

“{Y/N}, Justin, look over here!

As we exited the hospital, that’s all that I could here being shouted on us. Was it too much to ask for privacy? I kept our baby’s face shielded with a blanket to avoid the flashing lights being shown in her eyes. Security backed the paparazzi up, giving us some space to walk through. There was only so much I could do considering I was in a wheelchair so I gave Justin the baby to hold and take into the car, while the hospital staff and a few of Justin's security helped me into the car. I quickly got in to avoid the flashing cameras. 

We drove off, making our way through the traffic in downtown LA. We were currently on our way to go see my cousins, the Kardashians and Jenners—crazy, right? Justin took the blanket from off the baby’s face and exposed her to those in the car, thank goodness these windows were tinted. Justin and I vowed to never show her face until we felt the time was right for her. Scooter glanced back to see how we were doing and was met my the baby instead. 

“She really looks just like her old man,” He said joking. “But she has {Y/N}’s eyes and nose.”

“Hey, I’m not that old. If anything, you’re the old man Scoot.” Justin responded. I rolled my eyes at their stupidity and took our baby from Justin. I cradled her in my arm and admired her features. She really did look like Justin but, had some of my features. She was going to be snatching men left and right when she got older. I tickled her, earning a small chuckle from her. I heard Justin and Scooter continuing to talk about random stuff while I played with little {Y/D/N}. 

She soon latched her small hand around my finger and held onto it. I couldn’t help but enjoy this innocent moment. I’ve been waiting for this all my life and now, I finally have a kid of my own.

“Here comes {Y/N} and the crew! She brought the baby too!” I heard Kendall yell from up the hill. I laughed aloud, carrying the baby up with me. Justin and Scooter grabbed the bags from the car while I went up to greet everyone. 

“Can we see the beautiful little princess?” Kendall continued. I uncovered {Y/D/N}’s face and showed her to everyone. “She looks just like Justin, weird. But hey! Glad you’re home, we kept it nice and warm for you guys!” I made my way into the house, making sure everything was still intact, which it was. Justin and Scoot struggled to get through the door but, they eventually figured it out.

“I hope your cousin Kylie didn’t ruin the place. That girl has a thing for ruining shit.” I heard Justin grumble from behind me. I turned around giving him a scowling look. “What?” He questioned. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to the kitchen where everyone else was. “It’s true!”

“Welcome home honey!” Kris said as soon as I walked in. I smiled, thanking her and everyone else for this. I was sort of expecting this extravagant party because within this family, it was go big or go home. Kris popped open the champagne bottle and the sudden sound startling th baby causing her to cry. 

“Mom, really? Forget there’s a baby here?” Kourtney questioned. “Here, I’ll take her {Y/N}. I’m great with kids considering I had a few of my own.” She took {Y/D/N} from your arms and left the room.

“Sorry.” Kris apologized. “I forgot.” I accpeted her apolgy and then tok a seat at the island in the kitchen. Everyone joined in and took their seats, talking amongst themselves. 

“Let’s get this party started!” We heard Scott yell from the opposite side of the house. “Pump up my jams! Where are the ladies at?” By this time, everyone stopped talking and waited for Scott to walk in to yell at him. “Hey, why’s everyone so—oh, bad timing? I heard there was a party and I brought the alcohol and—okay, no? I’ll be outside then by myself. Anyone’s open to join.”

“Scott, just go outside would you?” I spoke up. I rubbed my temples because my head was starting to kill me. Scott partied wherever, whenever with whoever. He’d party at a children’s party if given the chance. 

“Shit, then. Welcome home to you too,” He scoffed, going outside to the deck. 

“Guess we should join him, right? Shouldn’t let the poor kid drink on his own.” Kris got up from the island and everyone joined her to join Scott.

“Oh that’s what I thought. Y’all had me looking stupid inside..”

Scott will always be a trip. Kourtney came back downstairs and told me that {Y/D/N} was asleep. I thanked her and Justin and Scooter came into the room. We all went outside to enjoy ourselves while we could. 

“Bye guys, thanks for coming and watching the house! See you guys soon!” i bid everyone farewell. 

“Oh hold on {Y/N}, I could never go wrong by taking pictures.” Kris pulled out her phone and began snapping away. Gotta love Kris. Once she was satisfied and everyone was out the house, we closed the door before Kris changed her mind to take more pictures. I rested my back against the door, letting out a deep sigh of relief. 

“Your family is more work than our daughter.” Justin remarked. I threw a washcloth at Justin and as if on cue, {Y/D/N} began crying. “See even she knows!”

I scurried up the stairs quickly to the baby’s room. I took her into my arms and began rocking her. I walked around the room, waiting for her to quiet down. Justin stood in the door frame and watched me do what I was doing. Just to my luck, she began crying again.

“Look, she wants her daddy. Come on baby.” Justin took her from me and left the room, going to the room him and I shared. I was ready to collapse and sleep at this point. It’s been a rough few days. I went into the room we shared and saw Justin sitting on the bed, playing with {Y/D/N}. I got into the bed next to the two of them and watched daddy and daughter bonding. Moments like these were enough to melt your heart. 

“Look at you Justin, being all professional about being a father.” I laughed. The baby laughed too as if she understood what I said, maybe she did.

“I’m rather scared out of my mind but, we’ll take things one day at a time. We did good {Y/N}. Never forget that.”

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Kim Kardashian Cast Real Women for Her New KKW Body Fragrance Campaign

When it comes to promoting her KKW Beauty and Fragrance lines, we've become accustomed to seeing Kim Kardashian West herself in the ads and social media posts. The bottle for KKW Body was literally molded from its creator's famously curvy figure.

But the reality star and beauty mogul is taking a different approach with her two latest creations: KKW II and KKW III. To promote the scents, the company has been posting close-up images of real women's bodies, many of which feature rolls, wrinkles, and cellulite. It's a stark contrast to the hyper-perfected shots of Kardashian that we're used to. And that's not a bad thing.

When Kardashian West's original fragrance bottle came out, people were upset with the unrealistic beauty ideals it portrayed. One body-positive blogger even re-created the campaign to make a point about the "perfect" bodies. "One of these bodies, a large part of our society will deem as 'perfect,'" read the post's caption. "My body is empowered by the opportunity to share a different reality. PERFECT: 'having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.' Stop striving to be perfect because guess what, you are there!"

It seems like Kardashian West got the message loud and clear. She recently spoke to Refinery29 about the casting choices, and how the re-creations floating around on the Internet played an important role in the decision.

"I was talking to some friends of mine, and I had seen a couple other people re-create the [original KKW Body] campaign and I just thought, You know what? It's not always about my body," she explained. "The bottle obviously is my body shape, but I always celebrate and love confident women no matter what shape or size they are."

She also revealed that many of the women were not professional models, but that they were all confident and excited to participate in the campaign. Her intended message is pretty straight-forward. "Just to be confident within your own skin—I think I've always put forth that message," she said. "In the magazines I would look at, everyone was super tall and skinny, and I didn't feel like I had something that represented my curvier body shape growing up. And so I just wanted to show a campaign that supports women of all different shapes to feel confident within themselves."

Kardashian West's own experiences with body shaming definitely played a part in her decisions, as well. "When you do get shot by a paparazzi and you do have cellulite, which you know has definitely happened to me before, it'll be on the cover of magazines like, 'Worst Body Of The Week' and, 'Look how awful she looks,'" she said. "It's always so hard on your soul when you see things like that, and I see that happen to so many other women and I never thought that was fair. And so to show it in an artistic way just felt beautiful and right, and I really wanted to show people that you can be beautiful no matter if you have stretch marks or cellulite."

Reaction to the campaign has been strong—and mostly positive. One commenter on an Instagram image praised Kardashian's choices: "I’m loving this campaign. Thank you for spreading the body positivity Kim." And another said, "I'm very happy that these bodies look like everyday people. Yes queen🔥🔥🔥"

We're sure we haven't seen the last of Kardashian modeling for her own products, but this change is definitely welcome and refreshing. The two new fragrances will be available online November 2 for $60.

Related Stories:-This Woman Re-created Kim Kardashian's Perfume Ad to Prove a Point About 'Perfect' Bodies-This Awesome Mom Re-Created Kendall Jenner's Calvin Klein Ads to Show Love for Her Stretch Marks-Kim Kardashian's New Fragrances Reportedly Made $5 Million in 5 Minutes

Source: https://www.glamour.com/story/kim-kardashian-kkw-body-fragrance-campaign

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Kim Kardashian Cast Real Women for Her New KKW Body Fragrance Campaign

When it comes to promoting her KKW Beauty and Fragrance lines, we've become accustomed to seeing Kim Kardashian West herself in the ads and social media posts. The bottle for KKW Body was literally molded from its creator's famously curvy figure.

But the reality star and beauty mogul is taking a different approach with her two latest creations: KKW II and KKW III. To promote the scents, the company has been posting close-up images of real women's bodies, many of which feature rolls, wrinkles, and cellulite. It's a stark contrast to the hyper-perfected shots of Kardashian that we're used to. And that's not a bad thing.

When Kardashian West's original fragrance bottle came out, people were upset with the unrealistic beauty ideals it portrayed. One body-positive blogger even re-created the campaign to make a point about the "perfect" bodies. "One of these bodies, a large part of our society will deem as 'perfect,'" read the post's caption. "My body is empowered by the opportunity to share a different reality. PERFECT: 'having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.' Stop striving to be perfect because guess what, you are there!"

It seems like Kardashian West got the message loud and clear. She recently spoke to Refinery29 about the casting choices, and how the re-creations floating around on the Internet played an important role in the decision.

"I was talking to some friends of mine, and I had seen a couple other people re-create the [original KKW Body] campaign and I just thought, You know what? It's not always about my body," she explained. "The bottle obviously is my body shape, but I always celebrate and love confident women no matter what shape or size they are."

She also revealed that many of the women were not professional models, but that they were all confident and excited to participate in the campaign. Her intended message is pretty straight-forward. "Just to be confident within your own skin—I think I've always put forth that message," she said. "In the magazines I would look at, everyone was super tall and skinny, and I didn't feel like I had something that represented my curvier body shape growing up. And so I just wanted to show a campaign that supports women of all different shapes to feel confident within themselves."

Kardashian West's own experiences with body shaming definitely played a part in her decisions, as well. "When you do get shot by a paparazzi and you do have cellulite, which you know has definitely happened to me before, it'll be on the cover of magazines like, 'Worst Body Of The Week' and, 'Look how awful she looks,'" she said. "It's always so hard on your soul when you see things like that, and I see that happen to so many other women and I never thought that was fair. And so to show it in an artistic way just felt beautiful and right, and I really wanted to show people that you can be beautiful no matter if you have stretch marks or cellulite."

Reaction to the campaign has been strong—and mostly positive. One commenter on an Instagram image praised Kardashian's choices: "I’m loving this campaign. Thank you for spreading the body positivity Kim." And another said, "I'm very happy that these bodies look like everyday people. Yes queen🔥🔥🔥"

We're sure we haven't seen the last of Kardashian modeling for her own products, but this change is definitely welcome and refreshing. The two new fragrances will be available online November 2 for $60.

Related Stories:-This Woman Re-created Kim Kardashian's Perfume Ad to Prove a Point About 'Perfect' Bodies-This Awesome Mom Re-Created Kendall Jenner's Calvin Klein Ads to Show Love for Her Stretch Marks-Kim Kardashian's New Fragrances Reportedly Made $5 Million in 5 Minutes

Source: https://www.glamour.com/story/kim-kardashian-kkw-body-fragrance-campaign

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BACK TO THE THEATER..OR NOT

So movies are trying to claw their way back into theaters, and I for one am all for it. I don’t want to be a prisoner of this virus until vaccines are created and distributed. Wonder Woman 1984 has set a new date to be released this Christmas, 2020, and I get the feeling that some other big blockbusters will be jointing her.

So many summer blockbusters were shelved, we are definitely going to be having our pick of the liter when things open up again. I think the theater business will be booming for quite a while. 

For the movies that have been released, like Mulan and Tenet – the news is good and bad. Mulan was released in America through Disney+, but it was released in China to the theaters. China is the second biggest draw for movies after the USA, so Disney was hopeful to make money on both ends, and see which one came out on top. So far, for Mulan, it looks like a tie. 

Streamer usually pay off about 25 – 30 million for a movie for a restricted viewing experience. Mulan made less then that in it’s opening weekend in China. China box office came out to be around 20 million in it’s first three days in theaters. Now will it make more, sure – but the number will surely drop and it’s not going to get dramatically higher in any sense. The final prediction for Mulan in China is about 40 million over all. Not great, but then again, this is not America. Should Disney have waited? Well their slate is kind of full of movies already waiting, so maybe this is the one they decided to test the waters with, who knows. It was a gamble and it was not a complete disaster, but it wasn’t exactly a success either. 

Tenet is another movie that is being tested. Christopher Nolan is all high and mighty with his films and he always dresses and suits and he never lets people sit down and blah blah. Well Warner Bros and Sony are keeping the film’s numbers a secret. 

Apparently they are not releasing numbers by the day, but rather by the week, so no one knows if Tenet is slumping, staying the course or increasing. I’m sure they wish to keep the shroud of excellence wrapped around Nolan for as long as possible – but industry insiders say Tenet maybe falling and falling hard. 

NFL DIPS AND DABS

The NFL saw a dip in their ratings this week – down about 13 percent from last year’s opening kickoff game. Researchers say there is nothing to worry about – since NBA, NHL, and US Open are all happening at the same time, and MLB is about to go into their playoffs – fans have a lot more sports than they can handle right now. 

BRUISED TERRIFFIED HALLE BERRY

The gorgeous and talented Halle Berry has made her directorial debut with a movie called Bruised that is making it’s world premiere in the Toronto Film Festival. “I was scared shitless. And if you’re not having any sense of worry, I don’t think you care, I don’t think you want to do your very best” Halle said to reporters. 

In Bruised, Berry plays a disgraced MMA fighter, Jackie “Justice,” who has to conquer her own demons and face one of the fiercest rising stars of the MMA world to become the mother that she thinks her son Manny deserves. That role isn’t the first dark horse character that Berry has played during her Hollywood career, which includes her Oscar-winning role of Leticia Musgrove, a dirt-poor widow, in Monster’s Ball.

“You know I’m always most drawn to characters who are fractured, broken, who are fighting to survive. Every time I get to play those roles, I get to have a cathartic experience and I get to have some healing for myself,” Berry explained.Despite the cachet an Academy Award trophy brought to her Hollywood career, Berry says there’s sadness in not seeing other Black women follow her and win the industry’s biggest best actress prize. “Every time when Oscar time comes round, I get reflective and I think maybe this year, maybe this year, and it’s heartbreaking that other women haven’t stood there,” she revealed.

BILL MAHR BACK IN STUDIO

Bill Mahr is moving from his backyard and headed back into his studio for the first time in months. “There’s real people. Thank you jesus. Thank You People!!” he exclaimed. The show is filmed in CBS Television City’s Studio 33. HBO is bring back only 25 people for now, to be in the audience, but Bill says that will be loud enough. “This is interesting, you can hear people laugh individually.” The host said.

QUENTIN TARANTINO VS BRUCE LEE

Jason Scott Lee has become the foremost expert on the immortal Bruce Lee and has spoken out, as so many have, on how Quentin Tarantino decided to portray the martial arts legend. 

Jason is known for being the boy in Jungle Book, for playing Bruce Lee in Dragon and currently the villain in the new rendition of Mulan. When confronted about what he thought about Tarantino’s Bruce Lee fighting Brad Pitt in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood – he certainly had a strong opinion about it. 

One of Lee’s most memorable roles is that of the aforementioned Bruce Lee in 1993’s Dragon, which is based on the book by Bruce’s widow, Linda Lee Cadwell. Since he did rigorous martial arts training with Bruce’s former student Jerry Poteet, Lee developed even more respect for the revered martial artist he was playing. So, needless to say, Lee, like Bruce’s daughter, Shannon, wasn’t too pleased with Quentin Tarantino’s portrayal of Bruce in 2019’s Once Upon a Time in Hollywood.

“While I was training [to play Bruce Lee], I started learning his system of fighting and actually feeling the motions that he taught his students. I realized so much about the precision and the discipline of a person like that, and that’s why it was very hard for me to watch that scene with Mike Moh portraying Bruce,” Lee admits. “Granted, Mike’s a great actor, but I think being put in that position to portray Bruce Lee that way was really hard to take. I kind of winced. Yeah, he was boastful, but he was one of those guys that could back it up. He wasn’t challenging that way, you know? So [Tarantino] took a lot of creative leeway in presenting Bruce Lee in that manner, and he got a lot of flack for it. And it’s not justified the way he did it.”

Lee also mentions that Poteet, who became his longtime sifu after Dragon, would have objected to Tarantino’s depiction since he had a close master-apprentice relationship with Bruce.

“My sifu, Jerry Poteet, who was a student of Bruce, has since passed away, but I know he would be rolling over in his grave,” Lee explains. “He had direct association through a long term teacher-student relationship with Bruce… So, through the years of knowing Jerry and hearing all the stories and details, I’m sure it would’ve pissed him off.”

This scene will not just go away. Like I have said before, Once Upon A Time in Hollywood is a love story between Tarantino and Brad Pitt. Tarantino wrote the most amazing, awe inspiring, coolest character for Brad and even made him beat up Bruce Lee. Cmon. We all know a washed up stunt man could never ever even touch Bruce Lee in his prime while he was filming Green Hornet. I think everyone is realizing this now and really taking offense to it. If Tarantino made the martial arts character anyone else in the world, but Bruce Lee – it would have been fine. Bruce Lee took his fighting extremely serious and like Jason said, he boasted, but he always backed it up – the guy was a certified martial arts champion and revolutionary. Anyway – don’t get me started. I’m glad the professionals agree with me as well on this. Tarantino went a bit overboard in his cinematic love letter to Brad Pitt.

THE END OF THE KARDASHIANS

Yes after 20 blissful years on the E Network, “Keeping Up With The Kardashians” is airing it’s final season in early 2021. The choice was made by the family and announced recently. “It is with heavy hearts that we say goodbye to ‘Keeping Up with the Kardashians,’” the famous family said in a joint statement, signed by Kris Jenner, Kourtney Kardashian, Khloé Kardashian, Kim, Rob Kardashian, Kendall Jenner, Kylie Jenner and Scott Disick.

“After what will be 14 years, 20 seasons, hundreds of episodes and several spin-off shows, we’ve decided as a family to end this very special journey. We are beyond grateful to all of you who’ve watched us for all of these years — through the good times, the bad times, the happiness, the tears, and the many relationships and children. We’ll forever cherish the wonderful memories and countless people we’ve met along the way.”

20 years is a lot. I mean, a lot. Hopefully this will end Kanye West’s craziness and Kim’s craziness and all the other crap that happens with this family. I mean let’s face it, they weren’t a bunch of intellectuals. They have so many sources of income the show’s salary probably became their lunch money by now. This kind of reality show was a guilty pleasure and really wasn’t doing society any bit of good. Kanye got a God complex, and Kim thought she could be a lawyer of all things.

I am glad this is ending, America has been in a weird kind of fantasy state and had rejected reality for too long. Problem is, someone like Paris Hilton will probably step in and take their place. 

Catch me here every Thursday. Have a great week!  @paulieb2003