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therealcocoshady · 7 months ago

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Hi, coco!

You could make a third part of Eminem x Young Actress Reader, where the reader accompanies him to a game in Detroit and the cameras can't stop focusing on them because Em has never been seen so smiling and affectionate with someone. For the rest you can add what you want. By the way, I love your work and I love that you write about Eminem since almost no one does.<3

Family Game

Eminem x Younger Actress Reader

Part 1 : Daddy’s Spaghetti

Part 2 : Red Carpet Appearance

AN : thank you for your request ! I hope you liked it. I added my own little twist to it 🥰

Ever since your remarked outing at the Oscars, everyone knew you and Marshall were dating, much to your delight. Sure, you would gladly do without the press coverage, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a tiny bit satisfying to have everyone know that Eminem, hip hop’s most eligible bachelor was spoken for, by yours truly, no less. After all, you were not the first (nor the last) public figure to thirst over him and it felt nice to have the “competition” know that they should back off. Especially when you were in a long distance relationship : him in Detroit, you in LA. Sure, you trusted each other and often traveled to make it work but, still, it’s easy to get jealous, especially when both parties are public figures. Marshall was well aware of your status as Hollywood’s rising star and, since he had been your crush for years, you knew for a fact that he has tons of ladies throwing themselves at him.

In spite of the distance and a couple of jealousy episodes, the two of you managed to make your relationship work, however. Marshall frequently flew out to LA to record with Dr Dre and other artists and to visit you and, whenever you weren’t shooting a movie, you joined him in Michigan. Your relationship was now in the serious state of « we’re both hope at each other’s place ». Your living room table was full of CDs and notepads and his living room was made cozy with your favorite crystals (which he always made fun of), scented candles (which he secretly loved) and fuzzy blankets (which he stole whenever you weren’t around). The whole relationship, despite trials, felt cozy and domestic. And it was made even better by the fact that Marshall had finally managed to ease up. You tended to blame it on the good critical reception after the Oscars : as soon as the two of you had been spotted together, holding hands, Marshall happily gushing about you to the press, both your fans and his had showered you with love and showed nothing but support. Whenever you were positing, fans (most of the time, respectfully) asked about him and they seemed truly overjoyed by the relationship. From what you gathered in the social media comments, they were also dying for the two of you to be spotted together again. Marshall was pretty much an hermit and not the kind to go out and about when he knew he might be spotted but, on one occasion, he had to oblige the fans.

His beloved Detroit Lions were playing your Los Angeles Rams at Detroit’s Ford Field Stadium and there was no way in hell you would miss the occasion to attend. Knowing how protective of your relationship he could be, you made plans to attend on your own, with a couple of friends who would fly in for the occasion, but Marshall surprised you by actually requesting your presence.

Don’t you want to go with me ? He asked.

You mean… on a date ? You clarified.

I mean there would be other people around, like family, friends and shit but we could be together, he said with a smile.

You mean you would agree to being spotted with me ?! You asked jokingly. You know I wouldn’t be caught dead in Lions apparel !

What I mean is that I’d be proud to hold your hand, even if you’re wearing that stupid Rams hoodie, he grinned.

Ok, you giggled. As long as I’m not forced to cheer for your team !

You ended up attending the event in a private suite with a lot of other people. Of course, his children were in attendance, as well as a couple of D12 friends. You had met everyone previously. A couple of months into the relationship, Marshall had organized a dinner for you to officially meet his daughters and everything had gone smoothly. You absolutely loved them, and same went for the friends he had introduced to you on different occasions. At the game, you were also joined by a couple of your friends, that you not so secretly planned on setting up with some of his. In your mind, there was no doubt that Alicia and Porter were meant to be and the Game seemed like the perfect occasion. It was joyful and everyone was really happy to be here. You were donning your favorite Rams apparel, much to Marshall’s dismay, but that didn’t prevent him from casually holding your hand.

For how much would you wear Lions apparel ? Your friend jokingly asked.

Nobody in this room can afford it, you replied with a grin.

Oh really ? Marshall asked with a smirk.

How about if you guys get married ? Porter asked. Would you be willing to support the Lions ?

That would require a HUGE rock, you giggled. But yeah, sure, if we ever get married, I’ll wear Lions gear for all games, except the ones against the Rams.

Your friends erupted in « oooohs » and « aaaahs ». The rivalry between your two teams was enough to fuel a dozen of conversations but, other than that, everyone around you had to agree that you were kind of the perfect couple. Your best friends always pointed out that Marshall was good at keeping you grounded and reminding you of the things that mattered - besides all the LA glitz and glamour - and Marshall’s circle seemed happy that you encouraged him to go out of his comfort zone.

He was usually stressed out whenever there were tons of cameras around. It was unsettling to you, at first, because it was part of the job, but as your relationship progressed and he came with you to some events, he seemed to ease up. Still, he wasn’t big on public displays of affection, but you didn’t mind. You enjoyed his company nonetheless and you didn’t need him to kiss you in public or even hold your hand to be happy to be with him. In settings like football games, though, he was himself - the man you knew and loved in everyday life. He could be seen clapping, shouting, cheering… a far cry from the stoic face he arbored on red carpets and magazine covers. And you absolutely loved to see him enjoy himself and have fun. You were enamored with his smile and happy demeanor and you didn’t care too much about the 60 000 other people, you only had eyes for him. Obviously, though, as a Detroit native and global superstar, he was one of the centres of attention when Lose Yourself started playing before the game and everyone started singing/rapping along to the lyrics. Everyone in your group watched Marshall, who was definitely in a good mood. So were you, to be honest, and you couldn’t help but rap along, this song being one of your favorites ever. As the song ended, you could see Marshall sitting right next to you, trying not to laugh.

You’re adorable, he chuckled.

What ? You asked with a giggle. It’s the ultimate stadium song ! And my boyfriend is the one who wrote it !!!

I love you, he simply said before cupping your face and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

That was the last tender moment the two of you shared before the end of the game. When your two favorite teams played each other, there was no romantic involvement anymore. It was all betting, taunting and calling each other names. For the first two quarters, the Rams seemed to dominate, which you gladly shoved in your boyfriend’s face, but when the Lions ended up winning, you knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it. Despite it all, and in spite of you being a sore loser, Marshall behaved like the perfect boyfriend and pecked you on the cheek, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you exited your suite. His team winning always put him in a celebratory mood and he was more affectionate than usual, not giving a damn what people would see or think. He even went so far as to kiss your lips.

Of course, in the following hours, the Internet went absolutely crazy over the pictures of the two of you at the stadium. While some accounts were raving about your outfit (because you did put some effort into making that Sports apparel work !), most of them were gushing about Marshall’s display of affection and how in love the two of you looked.

« Look at his smile 🥰 » commented one, or « Look how in love he looks when she’s rapping his song 😭❤️ » were a few of the comments you could see under the videos of the event. It was extremely cute and, in moments like these, you felt like the luckiest woman on earth. However, a swarm of other comments started to appear, focusing on… Marshall’s daughters. The three of them were sitting on the row just behind you and they could be seen laughing at your nonexistent rapping skills (all fair, really) and mocking their father’s display of affection. You didn’t take offense at all - you’d been there yourself and you knew how icky it could feel, seeing your parent being affectionate with someone in public, but the press and social media accounts seemed to turn it into a family feud. If the headlines were to be believed, neither Alaina, Stevie or Hailie approved of the relationship and thought you were too young for Marshall. They apparently despised you and saw you as the most evil and wicked stepmother who was more than likely after their Dad’s fortune. Of course, reality couldn’t be further from the truth. Whenever you were in Detroit, you spent a great deal of time with Marshall’s daughters and you considered as friends. So much so that you even made plans of your own, that did not include him. It wasn’t rare for the four of you to have dinner or go shopping. On occasion, they even visited you in California and you soon planned to go on a girls’ trip in Morocco. So, when Hailie showed you the headline on your phone, everyone burst out laughing.

« Evil stepmother », Stevie chortled. That’s hilarious.

Is that because of the face you made, Hailie ? When Y/N was rapping ? Alaina chimed in.

I was making a face because they were corny ! She laughed. Look at Dad’s face on the video. He’s all cute and lovey dovey. Of course I wanted to puke !

Marshall rolled his eyes. He was no stranger to his kids making fun of how in love with you he was but, honestly, he didn’t care. For the first time in forever, he was happy and thriving in a relationship. A healthy one, at that. Whenever you were around, he could barely contain his joy and good mood and he often thought he would do anything to make you smile. He hated public attention but he simply loved showing you off and enjoying life with you. However, he had to admit he was a little annoyed by the comments involving your relationship with his daughters. He knew there was no truth to it whatsoever but that didn’t make it less annoying. First of all, he hated seeing his kids’ names in the media, especially if it was negative and, secondly, he hated the idea of lies involving all of you, the people he loved the most on this earth. However, the four of you were grown women and he knew better than to say something so he figured it would be best to wait for it to die down.

Unfortunately, though, the rumors did not die down and the whole thing got blown out of proportion. It wasn’t only on social media : press and other media outlets got ahold of the story and even dug up some obscure social media posts and took them out of context. They really made it seem like there was hatred between the girls and you were a mean gold-digger who wanted to estrange Marshall from his children. Nothing could be further for the truth though, and you even celebrated the holidays together. After years spent in the public eye, you tried not to let it get to you but it was hard. Even if some of your past relationships had been publicized, this one was on a whole other level and you had a hard time dealing with the scrutiny. Especially when some people were starting to wish for the end of your career with comments like « What a b****. Hope no one casts her ever again 🙄 » or « Hope she enjoys her Oscar because she won’t last much longer in Hollywood 💀 ». You tried not to let your feelings show. Marshall was already annoyed and you didn’t want things to get worse. After all, you knew how overprotective he could get over the people he loved.

A few weeks went by and the attention seemed to die down around the holidays. You had been with Marshall for a year and a half and it was your first time celebrating together. You would spend the days leading up to Christmas in Michigan, go back to your family in California for the holidays and then jet off to a private Island lent by a friend for some vacation time just the two of you. Marshall would even join you in LA to spend some time with your family who was definitely approving of him. They absolutely adored him and considered him a part of the family.

In the week leading up to Christmas, you were on Christmas tree decoration duty with the girls while Marshall was letting you do your thing. Hailie had come up with some ornaments as merch for her podcast and you thought it would be cute and funny to take a selfie with one of them that said « Shady or Nice ». You posted it to your Instagram account with some cheesy caption and didn’t pay it too much attention. When you checked the comments, a day or so later, you were surprised at the reaction. What you thought would be a cute nod to your boyfriend and his daughter’s podcast ended up in a shitstorm, with people basically accusing you on sucking up to Hailie to get to Marshall. In their mind, you were a master manipulator. Of course, these were just a bunch of people commenting and the rest seemed rather supportive and happy to see you acknowledging your relationship, something you rarely did on your social media account. Still, you were a little bugged off when you went to bed.

What’s up, babygirl ? Marshall asked as he laid next to you.

Nothing, you shrugged. Just these mean trolls.

What are they saying now ?

That your daughters hate me, you summed up. And that I’m trying to suck up to them.

That’s stupid, he scoffed. The girls love you and you know it.

And I love them too, you know ? You replied. But I don’t know… I don’t like people getting the wrong idea. And I see people commenting about me in their posts and it breaks my heart.

It’s not your fault, he said before kissing your forehead. Let’s not think about that, ok ? Just focus on the holidays and the great time we’re going to have.

I’m going to miss you for Christmas, you pointed out.

Three days, he chuckled. And then I’m joining you in California. And after that… you, me, a private island and your tiniest bikinis.

You nuzzled his neck and enjoyed the warmth of his embrace, making you forget all of your worries. The next day, you were set to hop on the jet to go back to California and enjoy some family time with your brother and your parents. Before that, you enjoyed one last brunch at Marshall’s place, with his daughters. Hailie got everyone matching ugly Christmas sweaters and you were absolutely moved that she got one for you. You took corny pictures in front of the Christmas tree posing with your boyfriend’s daughters while he was rolling his eyes at your dumb poses. You even got Marshall to pose with you. He wasn’t big on taking pictures but he knew how important these were for you and the girls so he obliged with a smile on his face. A few hours later, you were on the jet, scrolling social media and noticed that Alaina had posted the picture of you, her and her sisters in front of the Christmas Tree with the caption : « Happy holidays from our FAMILY to yours 💕 ». You thought it was the sweetest thing ever that she considered you as family. Of course, trolls were still in the comments, but you tried to stay positive. A few hours later, Hailie updated her last podcast episode of the year, with Stevie as guest.

So, before we begin this episode, we wanted to address something, she began.

Family matters, Stevie specified.

Right, Hailie nodded. You guys have been commenting a lot on last episode’s video and on my Instagram account…

All our accounts, her sister corrected.

Yes. Everyone’s account. It seems like Internet is going crazy about a certain video that was taken at the last Lions Game, so I thought… we thought we should clear things up, Hailie said. I understand that there are always going to be rumors about our family, and we can’t help it at this point, but it’s the Holidays and I don’t my mood to be ruined by negative attention and lies. So… Stevie, do you want to comment on the video ?

Basically, we were at the game, enjoying some family time and people filmed our reaction to Y/N… our Dad’s girlfriend, rapping Lose Yourself, Stevie explained. And kissing afterwards. And what really sparked the whole thing is the face Hailie made.

Yeah, I pretended to puke, Hailie giggled. And no, guys, it’s not because I hate Y/N or anything like that, it’s just… we’re a normal family, guys. Whenever you see your parents being cheesy and corny, you want to puke, right ?

Right, Stevie giggled. So, let’s not dwell on this but for the record : we love Y/N and she is not what people make her to be. We see her as family, you know ?

Yes ! It’s the Holidays, it’s a family time and we all know I love Shady stories but… nothing Shady here. It’s all love, Hailie chuckled.

Too much love, Stevie joked.

This warmed your heart even more. The girls absolutely didn’t have to jump to your defense but the fact that they did warmed your heart and you couldn’t wait to spend some time with them again. You sent texts to thank them and wished them happy holidays, saying you were looking forward to seeing them soon. You also texted your boyfriend, telling him how amazing his kids were and that you loved him and his family.

MARSHALL’S POV

Marshall was eating dinner with his daughters when he got a text from Y/N that immediately put a smile on his face.

You girls are amazing, he said with a smile.

No idea what you’re talking about, Alaina said with feigned innocence.

I think you do, he replied with a grin. Seriously, you didn’t have to do that but… thank you. It means a lot to me.

We weren’t going to let people think we hate her, Stevie said.

Not when she is actually about to become our stepmother, Hailie said with a smirk.

Marshall immediately let his fork fall on his plate, a look of surprise on his face.

I… erm… wanted to talk to you about it first, he said. How do you even know… ?

I found the ring sketches in your office last time I went there, Stevie said. I was searching for one of your old CDs.

And you had to go yapping to your sisters about that ? He asked with a raised eyebrow.

Are you really going to propose ? Hailie said with excitement.

I mean… I’ve been thinking about it, yeah, he admitted. I wanted to make sure you girls were ok with it first but, if that’s fine with you, I’d like to propose to her over the holidays.

The girls erupted in cheers and immediately gave their blessings, commenting on how they never thought this day would come. Of course, they quizzed him about his plans.

Were spending a couple of days with her family before going on vacation for NYE, so I was planning on asking for her father’s blessing, he explained.

Isn’t he like… almost your age, though ? Stevie chuckled.

It’s a matter of respect, he shrugged. I appreciated when Matt and Evan asked for my blessing so I thought I’d do the same. Can’t hurt to have your future father-in-law on your side.

And… as for the proposal ? Alaina asked.

I know it’s not super original but I was thinking of doing it on the private island, over a nice dinner on the beach, at sunset or something like that, he said.

It’s so cute ! Alaina said. I love it.

I think my Dad’s gone corny, Hailie joked.

You think it’s corny ? He asked with his eyebrows furrowed.

Oh definitely. But she’s just as corny so she is going to love it !

One question though, Stevie said. If you guys get married, she’ll move to Detroit, right ?

That’s sort of the plan, yeah, Marshall said. She’d move for work quite a bit, depending on where movies are shot, but she’d live with me. Why ?

So… she’d have to turn into a Lions fan eventually, right ?

I’m counting on it, he said with a smirk.

Is that why you’re proposing ? Alaina joked.

Maybe, he chuckled. I swear to God, I’m putting a ban on Rams apparel in the prenup.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #eminem imagine #daddy's spaghetti

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urdreamgirls-dreamgirl · 2 years ago

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imagine: it’s been years since Steve and Eddie have seen each other. Eddie is still in contact with the kids, with Robin and Nancy and even Jonathan and Argyle, but he and Steve have kind of fallen out of touch. Steve buys every magazine that features Eddie, has a stack of Eddie’s tapes by his stereo, watches every televised award ceremony. He’s being supportive in the only ways he knows how. He had thought, back in 1986, that maybe they could have been something great, but he and Eddie had missed each other. That’s okay. It’s fine.

Steve’s okay, following Eddie’s career from afar. He’s got his own life to think about, his students and coaching and dating the various men and women his coworkers try to set him up with. It’s fine.

The Grammys are this weekend and Steve’s carved out his Sunday evening to watch the ceremony. Eddie’s third studio album is nominated for a whole slew of awards and fans have been gobbling up all the hints of who the album could be about. Eddie isn’t known for his love songs, but this new album consists of quite a few torch songs and ballads, each one more heartbreaking than the last. Steve’s been listening to the album on repeat for the past few weeks, imagining a world that maybe could have been if he’d been ready for it ten years ago. But he hadn’t been. He knows he hadn’t been.

On Sunday night, Steve pops some popcorn and parks himself on the couch in front of his ancient TV. He settles in as the red carpet coverage starts. He watches as Madonna and Prince and Michael Jackson arrive. He watches as Bruce Springsteen and Celine Dion and Shania Twain are interviewed by entertainment reporters.

And then Eddie appears, stepping out of his car and holding out his hand for his date to climb out after him, some actor that had just had a film premier at the Venice Film Festival. They make a good couple, handsome and clearly in love judging by the way they look at each other, the secret smiles they share when they think no one is looking. Steve tries not to take it personally, knows he has no right. It’s been years since he’s even seen Eddie in the flesh, even longer since they’ve had any meaningful sort of conversation. Fans have been speculating about this new relationship, theorizing that this is who Eddie’s love songs are all about. Watching them together, Steve thinks they’re probably right.

Halfway through the ceremony, Eddie wins the award for Best Metal Performance. Steve can’t help the smile that spreads across his lips, practically threatening to split his face in two. He watches, enraptured, as Eddie storms onto the stage, smile blinding. Steve practically holds his breath as he watches Eddie clutch the trophy in his shaking hands and stand close to the mic. He has to bend slightly and Steve’s smile grows even wider as Eddie thanks Wayne and the Party, all of them, before thanking his managers and agents and producers. Then Steve watches as Eddie takes a deep breath. The camera cuts to the crowd, closing in on Eddie’s date who watches from his seat, glassy eyes reflecting the stage lights and dopey smile on his face. Steve’s own smile falls just a little until the camera cuts back to Eddie.

“And to the man who’s inspired every song on this album,” Eddie smiles again, bright and blinding, holding his trophy up towards his date. “Stevie baby, thank you, darling.”

Steve’s face falls. Something in his chest tightens. There’s a grumbling from the crowd on screen and the camera zooms in on Eddie’s face as he seems to realize what he’s said. That he’s said the wrong name. Because that’s not his date’s name, it’s not even close. Eddie looks surprised at his own words but the camera cuts from him to where his date sits in the crowd, smile still plastered to his tanned and handsome face, clearly forced. The crowd starts clapping as the music starts to play and the presenters help usher Eddie backstage.

Steve can’t breathe. He can’t take his eyes off the screen, even though Eddie’s not there anymore. He feels rooted to the spot he’s made for himself on his couch. There’s a rushing in his ears.

He’s vaguely aware of his phone as it starts to ring in the kitchen.

when i got into the accident, the sight that flashed before me was your face. but when i stepped up to the podium, i think that i forgot to say your name. i’m on a bench in coney island wondering where did my baby go? the fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go. sorry for not making you my centerfold, over and over.

part two

#Coney Island inspired steddie #Eddie in a PR relationship he would eat that shit up fr fr he would love it #best metal performance was only awarded in 1989 but this is in the late 90s pls trust me #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #Taylor inspired steddie #i wrote this on my phone pls forgive me

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omgthatdress · 9 months ago

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Pro-Palestinian protesters are blocking people from reaching the red carpet tonight's coverage might be kind of slow.

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justenjoythegossip · 22 days ago

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CHRIS & ABBA’S LATEST PR STUNT & THE VISIBLE ENDGAME OF THE PR STRATEGY or… “WILL YOU JUST GET OVER IT ALREADY? IT HAS BEEN TWO FREAKING YEARS”…

Recap of recent events:

Yesterday was the premiere of Red One in Berlin. Go Germany. Chris didn’t walk the red carpet before Dwayne as he was supposed to, arrived late with his wife, walked the carpet (after almost missing it) without her, played with the precious very ostentatiously for the cameras, she and Chris shared a moment together as they hugged and she gave him a look of... disgust(?). Then they were filmed sitting together for the movie and Chris seemed angry/pissed(?) at her as he gestures, seemingly does a nervous tick by pressing on his glasses and she rolls her head… #couplegoals LOL

Side note: kudos to the PR agent sitting next to Abba for her clapping as it seemingly helped indicate to her she was supposed to applaud her loving husband and also served as miraculous blocking from this angle, to show us only what they want us to see.

She was always going to be there…

I have been asked many times if I thought Abba would show up at the premiere. And I always answered that I was 50/50 on the matter. When we learned that it was actually Justin who arranged that podcast for her, I was leaning towards no. Because why would she feel the need to go on a podcast no one asked for, if she was going to get the exposure of a big Hollywood premiere soon, right? Then we got the Avengers’ PR stunt where they endorsed Kamala Harris and Chris was flashing his ringless hand so ostentatiously. And then I immediately thought, of course she will be there. Her saying her marriage year was terrible coupled with his non wearing his wedding ring was meant to manipulate his fans into thinking the end was near and like always to add shock value to their next PR stunt.

And of course she was going to be there, this is actually a big part of why he did this PR stunt in the first place. He wanted the world to know he was a married man and there is no better platform than a Hollywood event to push a narrative… even when you push it as discreetly as you can so that you don’t offend your fandom and the general public any further…

Why did we get a remake of what happened at the Ghosted premiere and what does this mean?

If people remember the Ghosted Premiere, they did not walk together as they infamously made their red carpet debut for the Vanity Fair party. At the time, I theorized that the reason they didn’t was because they wanted to ease his fans in as they knew there was quite a lot of backlash from his fans but also from the general public. I still think that was the case but it’s even more obvious after today’s stunt, as this was a win-win for Chris. He gets to sell the married man brand he is craving so desperately while putting his kinda wife in a corner. Go Berlin! She gets to come but has to make sure she is not seen too much as her presence could offend his fans and a part of the general public and more importantly have an impact on his movie’s box office and his career more generally speaking. And look how his “fans” take this as a victory…

But it’s not, it’s just more manipulation and gaslighting on Chris and his team’s part.

Because clearly all the content of the 2 of them was not meant for the general public but destined to his fandom. And as you can see they didn’t make it to the Just Jared article this time. But they did get to sell the “we are real and private/we are just PR” narrative. Badly like always because it’s the point.

https://www.justjared.com/2024/11/03/dwayne-johnson-lucy-liu-chris-evans-more-premiere-new-holiday-movie-red-one-in-berlin/

But now we finally get a clearer sense of why Abba felt the need to go on a podcast no one cared about for the first edition of a small festival that got little to no media coverage! She is basically reduced to a prop that has basically no voice or agency but is taken out for minimal lowkey PR stunts when it’s absolutely necessary. But since she a Nazi sex worker, I am guessing we should all be ok with this. But more on that later.

The latest appearance of the precious ring and its use from a PR standpoint…

I have already discussed the ring profusely and even recently when he went to the walk of fame for Kevin Feige. Here are a couple of posts where I give my 2 cents about it.

Before I dive into the latest shenanigans with the precious, it’s important to note that playing with wedding rings is very “in” right now. And so what Chris did last night was textbook CAA. Just look at what Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck recently did with theirs or even more ridiculously how Dakota flashed her engagement ring during an arranged papwalk.

Here you can see a video of Chris with the very purposefully loose ring:

As people have pointed out, the ring is way too big, isn’t it? And clearly that’s the whole point since it feeds the “it’s only PR” narrative, isn’t it? But that’s not even the most interesting part about this little clip. Look at where the fans are on this video, then pay closer attention to the camera placement. Can you see how much emphasis the person who is filming (not a fan) is putting on the loose ring and how CURATED this all is?

And now look at Chris playing with his ring so naturally and organically (sarcasm) as the photographers are taking his picture.

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They want you to see it, they are showing it to you, as ostentatiously as it gets. Even when Chris plays the game of “hide the ring”, it is to draw more attention to it while trying to gain sympathy from fans who are so desperate to see a glimmer of regret in his demeanor.

The programmed obsolescence of Team Real/Team PR and the endgame of the PR strategy

I have discussed months ago, how this strategy of “divide and conquer” which was symbolized by the discourse and fighting between Team Real and Team PR was just a starting point. A PR strategy can only be understood and appreciated when it can be analyzed in the long run. Those 2 trolling teams were the loud extremist voices that were obnoxious and repulsive enough (in their tone or rhetoric) to drive fans away from them and the narratives they were selling, paving the way for the more reasoned and rational Team Middle. I wrote a post about it if you want to check it out.

As Team PR and team Real have become completely redundant, all that is left is the narrative Team Middle are pushing. Notice how they purposefully keep blurring the line to disorient (classic manipulation tactics by the way) and make people accept what they are selling. And today they might distract you with the loose ring, the presence of her relatives, the not walking the red carpet together or taking pictures together (but just you wait for the NY premiere as it is just around the corner), their bad body language around each other, the awkwardness and coolness of their exchanges, her cheap outfit while he is dressed in designer clothes by his scientologist and rapist apologist stylist, or they will point out how over the top and fake he was in his reactions at the premiere and I could go on and on… All of this is true BUT it is all a distraction and misdirection.

As they have pointed out repeatedly, it has been two years, so you should just accept it or move on. The fandom no longer needs your services if you are not capable of enjoying the content they “so kindly” provide for you. They will feed you the crumbs showing how fake it is to appease you and to distract from Chris’ complicity and manipulation as long as you behave.

The seemingly counterintuitive promoting of this girl by plants, their vicious trolling and what purposes it serves..

So many plants allegedly hate Abba but talk about her constantly. The amount of attention she is getting from them seems incommensurable. Like posting her numbers religiously or obsessing about what she is wearing and so forth.

If it weren’t for them we would hear very little about her. For example, we would have known she was going to do a podcast in her home country only after she posted about it and not a long time before hand. It's also important to note that most of the time she is mentioned, it is in a very negative way as they usually make fun of her and humiliate her. As you know, “there is no such thing as bad publicity”. But in this instance, it’s interesting to ask ourselves why and also what purposes it serves more specifically.

Well, I have just mentioned that bad publicity is still publicly, but another key rule is: know your audience. And obviously Chris’ fandom dislikes her so intensely that talking about her in a negative way, showing animosity towards her is the smart approach to gain the trust of his fans you want to manipulate. The goal here is to paint her as an absolute villain. I am not defending her by the way as she is an awful person but she has 0 power in this story but she makes for a hell of a scapegoat in this shitshow. And indeed, people can easily project all of their disappointment, anger and negative emotions onto her in order to soothe their frustration.

You see the industry makes you do things you don’t want to do if you let it, talent agencies are as unethical as it gets and will play an awful game if you let them, the PR wife that you selected (or agreed on) might be a POS… but at the end of the day, it’s all a reflection of your own choices and of who you are…

NB: special thanks to friends and mods who provided me with content and shared with me their smart observations. If I don’t thank you by name it’s to protect you from being blocked LOL

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'UPDATE, 11:44 am PST: Christopher Nolan confirmed before the beginning of the “Oppenheimer” screening that the cast has left in solidarity with the SAG-AFTRA strike.

PREVIOUSLY: Matt Damon has revealed that the “Oppenheimer” cast talked about their strike strategy before hitting the movie’s red carpet premiere in London on Thursday.

“We talked about it,” Damon told Variety on the carpet. “Look, if it’s called now, everyone’s going to walk obviously in solidarity … Once the strike is officially called, [we’re walking]. That’s why we moved this [red carpet] up because we know the second it’s called, we’re going home.”

Damon added: “We gave the strike authorization. We voted 98% to 2% to do that because we know our leadership has our best interest at heart.”

“It’s really about working actors,” he continued. “It’s $26,000 to qualify for health coverage and a lot of people are on the margins and residual payments are getting them across that threshold. This isn’t an academic exercise. This is real life and death stuff. Hopefully we get to a resolution quickly. No one wants a work stoppage, but we’ve got to get a fair deal.”

The London carpet for Christopher Nolan’s atomic bomb thriller kicked off just before 5 p.m. local time, with a lot of nervous publicists and marketing executives looking anxiously at their phones and watches. In the event of an early strike, sources told Variety that the entire cast planned to discreetly exit the carpet in Leicester Square.

Emily Blunt told Variety: “Obviously we stand we all of the actors and at whatever point it’s called, we’re going to be going home and standing together through it because I want everyone to get a fair deal.”

Asked whether she’ll be joining the picket line herself, the British star quipped, “Oh, I think so!” before being rushed down the line by her publicist.

Kenneth Branagh, who plays physicist Niels Bohr in the film, also spoke to Variety about his feelings on the strike.

“There are a lot of people here we did not want to disappoint, but we’re also in complete solidarity with our colleagues and what they’re doing,” he said. “I know they’ve worked diligently to achieve an agreement which is happening at a critical point in our industry. It’s important that we’re ready to be shoulder-to-shoulder with them as the situation develops.”

Nolan also spoke to Variety on the carpet about the film’s runtime.

“The runtime is two minutes shorter than ‘Avengers: Endgame,’ so we cling to that,” he said. “I said to (producer) Emma Thomas very early on that it’s going to be a three-hour film. I have to write a script that reflects that. That was our conversation with the studio. It’s a big story and needs a big talent. It’s a 180-page script and it’s a $180 million movie.”

The cast worked the carpet for the better part of an hour before wrapping around 6 p.m. for group photos. Rami Malek, who was stuck in traffic heading over to central London from a shoot, missed the red carpet entirely, but arrived at the 11th hour and hurried onto the carpet for photos...'

#Oppenheimer #Christopher Nolan #Cillian Murphy #Florence Pugh #Rami Malek #Robert Downey Jr.#SAG-AFTRA #Kenneth Branagh

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Move over George Clooney. From Paul Mescal to Jeremy Allen White, there’s a new gang of pin-ups with salt-and-pepper hair and they’re under 40

Tuesday August 13 2024, 9.00am BST, The Sunday Times by Richard Gray

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With the first wisps of silver comes wisdom, they say, but while many men of a certain age choose to turn back the clock by reaching for a box of dye, a new wave of younger men are simply refusing to colour theirs in. The truth is that grey hair has never been so cool — just look at the red carpet. “There’s a handful of relatively young actors who just don’t care if we see them with grey hair or not,” says Paul Toner, deputy editor of 10 magazine. “Look at somebody as successful as Paul Mescal: when he’s not dying his hair for a new role, he lets his grey grow through and doesn’t mind one bit.”

He’s a silver fox? “More a silver fox in training. Let’s call him a silver fox cub instead,” Toner says. At 28, the Normal People star is one of several celebrities who, according to Toner, are “reframing” what it means to be a man approaching his thirties.

“We’ve had ‘zaddies’, those older, strapping sugar daddies with wallets to match — and we all know a silver fox when we see one — but these men, up to and around that 35 mark, understand that with salt and pepper hair comes a certain authority, a sort of superpower,” he says. As one of the four horsemen of the middle-age apocalypse (see also the pierced ear, the leather blouson and a sudden interest in cycling Lycra) the first sight of grey hair is no longer considered the over-the-hill omen of old age it once was.

At 33, arguably the world’s hottest chef who’s not actually a chef, The Bear’s Jeremy Allen White has a cut that cleverly blends his greys (on the temples and at the front) with his medium-length fair and wavy hair. At 30, the Quiet Place actor Joseph Quinn isn’t afraid to let his buzz-cut greys grow out. And at 36, the actors Jonathan Bailey (Bridgerton) — with his Mallen streak — and Nick Sagar (Shadowhunters) — with his all-over grey, natural curls — have cuts that emphasise rather than disguise their salt and pepper hair. A little grey — and its associated characteristics of wisdom, experience, authority and “been about a bit but you still definitely would” — represents, for these men at least, a chance to redefine themselves as they gear up for middle age.

Not that everybody is on board with grey hair. When Louis Tomlinson, of One Direction, turned up at Glastonbury (he’s 32) with — brace yourselves — more than a few wisps of white in the front and sides, social media went into meltdown. From a disapproving “[he’s] making me feel 500 years old”, to “my man is getting more SEXY!”, his natural, dye-free hair caused quite the stir.

“Louis’s hair hovers around the 20 per cent salt to about 80 per cent pepper, mark,” says Mads-Sune Lund Christensen, a colourist at Josh Wood Salon in London. “I have men, and these are successful men, who come in for a colour and ask specifically for some grey to be left in — and that’s a new thing,” he says. “In the past, clients always wanted full coverage to remove it.” So now they want to look their age? “They want the salt and the pepper to show — and its authority.”

“It’s everywhere you look,” Toner adds. “You only have to watch something as hugely popular with men as Match of the Day.” Older chaps, yes, but Alan Shearer, Roy Keane and Gary Lineker — three of the most watched and, certainly, admired men on British television — all have grey hair or grey in their beards. Keane’s salt and pepper Grizzly Adams number is an absolute belter. Forget Succession, it’s these men (see also Graeme Souness and Jamie Carragher, the list goes on) who are influencing how younger millennial males wear their hair and, indeed, how they dress.

A quick walk down the men’s aisle in Boots confirms that products for salt and pepper hair have never been so effective, or popular: Control GX Grey Reducing Shampoo (which sounds as if it should be on Top Gear), for example, maintains that all-important seasoning mix. Meanwhile, what’s surely the best bit of man-kit since the reclining chair, Just For Men Moustache & Beard Brush-In Colour Gel will tone down any of those comedy pirate beards in bingo-marker black.

#his greys #love it #silver fox louis #richard gray #sunday times style #18.08.24 #article #thank youu louisandtheaquarian !!

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11/21-22/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Kristian Nairn; Samba Schutte; Vico Ortiz; Articles; NZ Television Series 2024 Awards; TinyCrewBigRaffle Results; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;

= David Jenkins =

Chaos Dad shared with us some sweet nail art!

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= Rhys Darby =

Tickets for the Atlanta Helium Comedy Club Weekend are still available! November 29 - December 1! Get tickets here!

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Rhys talked to Newstalk KZB about his upcoming Comedy Tour! Thank you to @adoptourcrew for sharing the article!

I'm fairly certain Australia Dates were shared last time but just in case, here's some more info! BohmPresents Tickets

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Rhys also posted a fun extra video on his paid Substack if you're subscribed and interested in cars!

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= Taika Waititi =

Taika has been so recently! He's been out taking pics, doing interviews for Interior Chinatown-- the works!

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= Samba Schutte =

Samba has also been busy! There's a new show coming out that he'll be starring in-- Parallel!

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Samba also joined Behind The Funny Podcast to talk about his role on Advanced Chemistry! Check it out on Spotify!

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More Hell Hath No Fury red carpet pics with Samba!

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= Kristian Nairn =

Kristian sent us a headshot before heading out for The Republic of Pirates! The beard is gone!

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= Vico Ortiz =

Vico posted more OFMD BTS on their Patreon!

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== Articles ==

Thank you as always to @adoptourcrew for keeping us appraised of new articles!

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== NZ Television Awards 2024 ==

Congrats to the Pinnacle Post Sound Team who won Best Contribution to a Soundtrack at the 2024 NZ Television awards! Fantastic news! Thanks @adoptourcrew

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More information on the win was posted on the NZPost's Instagram!

"What a night! Thank you to the @nztvawards for this recognition, Pinnacle Post is honoured to receive the award for Best Contribution to a Soundtrack Special thanks to @DvidJenkins, Alan Marshall Palmer and @OurFlagonMax Huge shout out to the team, super proud of your work, couldn't have done it without you. Supervising Sound Editor / Additional Re-recording Mixer - Damian Del Borrello Re-recording Mixer - Gareth Van Niekerk ADR Supervisor - Angelina Faulkner Dialogue Editor - Helen Luttrell Music Editor - Steve Griffen Sound Editor - Amy Barber Sound Editor - Jonathan Bruce Sound Editor - Richard Wills First Assistant Sound Editor - Alex Sipahioglu Assistant Sound Editor - Benny Jennings Mix Tech - Julia Huberman Mix Tech - Luana Barnes ADR Partner - Native Audio Foley Package - Bespoke Post And congratulations to all the other winners and finalists, very special getting to celebrate with all of you x #OFMD#streamonmax#PinnaclePostNZ#nzfilm#ourflagmeansdeath#mixedatpinnaclepostnz#nztva2024#nztvawards#nzfilm#screenauckland#nztva2024

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So the count was put together and the winners were released on the 24th, but since I'm running out of room on the next issue-- it's all going here! The @ofmd-buys-boats raffle is closed and the winners have been announced! First of all-- CONGRATS AND WELL FUCKING DONE EVERYONE! $11,474 sent to charity! And apparently even more! Absolutely amazing job!

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Wanna see the winners get pulled by an adorable member of our crew and find out if you won? Visit OFMD Buys Boat's Instagram!

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. Coming up soon is the Republic of Pirates coverage! I hope the weekend treated you kindly-- whether you were at the con or not! I also wanted to send some love and remind you that you really are doing your best. The world doesn't always fit perfectly for folks, especially queer and ND folks. That doesn't mean you don't fit in it, it just means you're making your own section for others like you to fit together. We can get through just about anything if we support each other. Remember to lean on those closest to you if you need it. You're beautiful and worth it. I found these love notes from HopeHealingArts that I really loved so I thought I'd share them your way. Please take care of yourselves lovelies, and if you need help, reach out ok? <3

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== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is fingers. These fabulous gifs brought to you by the magnificent @ofmd-ann and @a-man-for-hire-and-his-archives!

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do you have any theories/ ideas about what PR moves or stories might come out from the world of the Sussexes in the run up to Christmas? Christmas is a guaranteed time of coverage for the royals (carol concert, Christmas day trip to church) so do you think they'll put anything else out to match?

The only three things I can think of are:

A Christmas card photo with the kids featured front and center. But my confidence is low, and the guess is based on a) Sussex PR from earlier in the year about how they were thinking about taking the kids to Vancouver IG and b) rumors that Meghan is very bothered by the internet's allegations of divorce rumors.

Tyler Perry's award thing. The gala is happening on December 4th. I wouldn't be surprised if we get an "embargoed" photo drop or a People/Page Six/etc. exclusive from the Sussexes to overshadow or compete with Kate's 'Together at Christmas' service happening on December 6th. My confidence is high on this one.

A red carpet charity gala/Christmas party. This seems to be Meghan's trajectory of late - red carpets and glam launch events. I can see her trying to do a Christmas party (or crash a Christmas party) in a fauxyal attempt.

I don't think they'd try "will they won't they" for Sandringham since the palace has already said they hadn't been invited. I suppose they could try PR for a New Year's visit, but they haven't done that before.

To be honest with you all, I'm more curious about what they will do to make Kate's birthday about themselves. Since past behavior is the best predictor of future behavior, I think they're going to be quiet for Christmas and will come out with something in early January that deflects from Kate's birthday (January 9th):

2017: Pap photos from Skippy's wedding on January 7th followed by Meghan's PR about giving Kate a dream journal for her birthday on January 10th when they ran into each other on London (which I find incredibly suspicious but that's a sidebar for later).

2018: Meghan shut down her social media and had KP officially announce it.

2019: Meghan announces her first patronages and makes her first clap back to Duchess Difficult rumors

2020: Megxit

2021: Harry and Meghan announce they have shut down their Sussex social media.

2022: (didn't work; Kate has a milestone birthday.)

2023: Spare and Harry's media tour

2024: Meghan tries to launch a Hollywood comeback but it doesn't work when Suits has a red carpet reunion without her.

#sussexes #brf #timeline

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Apple of My Eye Chapter Five

Eventual! Harry Hook x Child of Snow White! Reader

Platonic! Descendants x Reader

Chapter Five: I see the Light

Summary: The Coronation arrives, and it doesn't go nearly as smoothly as people expect.

Mouse Note: Here ends Descendants 1! Harry is coming soon

“At last, here we are, broadcasting live from the coronation where Prince Benjamin will soon be crowned king,” said Snow, smiling at the camera as she reported on the event. “I’m Snow White, bringing you up-to-the-second coverage of who’s the fairest of them all.” A silly catchphrase, but good for TV. “Next up arriving is (Y/N) White.”

The camera switched to the red carpet. (Y/N) stood on it with a smile. They had an off-shoulder, deep blue gown. Sleeves with familiar puffs and red marks made an interesting silhouette. A red corset appeared around the bodice, and the rest of the dress fell in a long skirt of blue.

“And they are looking like they came right out of a fairy tale in this gown,” said Snow with a smile. “And the dress is apparently designed by someone named…Evie.”

(Y/N) bowed and continued walking. They knew whispers would begin at the sound of Evie’s name, but they wore the dress with pride. Their friend had made it. (Y/N) would hold their head high and do it justice.

They stepped into the castle’s coronation room and walked to where various royals and guests were gathered. Smiling politely and greeting each person, (Y/N)’s gaze swept the room. They saw Evie, Mal, and Jay, and they brightened. They smiled and waved, hoping they were feeling better from the incident with Queen Leah. The three VKs looked away from (Y/N).

Keeping their gaze from dropping to the ground in disappointment, (Y/N) turned back to the guests and greeted a few more. Then, Fairy Godmother stepped into the room. A hush fell over the ground as she walked up to the dais solemnly. With great reverence, she pulled a clothe from a glass case.

Her wand gleamed within it.

It was time for the coronation to begin. Fanfare played, and King Adam and Queen Belle entered the room. Behind them, Mal was escorted in to her place. As everyone settled, the choir began to sing.

Ben walked down the aisle stiffly. His head was raised high, and his gaze was level as he presented a truly kingly image. (Y/N) smiled as they watched him, bowing with everyone as he passed. The only person Ben glanced at was Mal with a soft smile, and Mal held the same gentleness in her own smile. Then, as he passed, her face fell.

Fairy Godmother stepped up to the case with her wand. She hugged Queen Belle and then King Adam, giving each a warm kiss on the cheek. King Adam bowed, and Fairy Godmother took his crown from his head. It was time for a new ruler to be crowned.

Ben went to sit on his knees before Fairy Godmother, his parents, the crown, and the wand. He let out a nervous breath. Fairy Godmother lifted the crown above his head, and everyone’s breath caught in awe as it was placed on him. Smiling, Ben kept his eyes on Fairy Godmother. King Adam lifted the cover from the wand. Fairy Godmother lifted it and stepped to Ben with a wide smile.

“Do you solemnly swear to govern the people of Auradon with justice and mercy as long as you shall reign?” said Fairy Godmother.

“I do solemnly swear,” said Ben with all the honesty in his heart.

Fairy Godmother touched his shoulders with the wand. “Then it is my honor and my joy to bless our new king.” She smiled and lifted the wand.

Jane yanked it from her hands.

(Y/N)’s hands flew to their mouth in shock, and gasps went up in the crowd. Some people screamed and pushed back in the crowd as Jane held the sparking wand tightly. It spat out magic, and it was clear Jane didn’t have control over it.

“Child, what are you doing?!” cried Fairy Godmother.

“If you won’t make me beautiful, I’ll do it myself!” Jane had been pushed too far. Seeing all her insecurities fixed and then ripped away from her—rightfully, she had been mean to Mal and Evie—had forced her to confront her appearance and what she viewed as “ugly.” She couldn’t handle it.

Adam pushed Belle and Fairy Godmother behind himself bravely, and Ben ran to push Mal behind himself. (Y/N) moved in front of the crowd nearest to themself.

“Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!” said Jane.

“Take cover!” said Adam.

Instead, Mal ran forward to take control of the wand.

“Mal, be careful!” said (Y/N).

Mal wrenched the wand from Jane and held it tightly. She swallowed, and Jane ran back to the crowd fearfully. Fairy Godmother held out her hand, and Mal’s brow furrowed.

“Mal, give me the wand,” said Ben, stepping up to her.

His parents took a step back.

Wham!

The doors of the hall opened as Evie, Jay, and Carlos ran in from the balcony. They ran up to Mal. (Y/N)’s eyes widened in confusion. What were they doing?

“Stand back!” said Mal.

“Mal—”

“Ben, I said stand back!” said Mal.

“I told you so!” said Audrey, and (Y/N) shoved her back into the crowd.

“Let’s go,” said Carlos to Mal.

“Revenge time,” said Jay.

They’re…working for their parents? (Y/N)’s gaze went to Evie, and she was looking back at them. Her eyes moved away from (Y/N), and their heart ached. Their friends were going to betray them.

“You really want to do this?” said Ben.

“We have no choice, Ben!” shouted Mal desperately. “Our parents—”

“Your parents made their choice,” said Ben. “Now you make yours.”

Mal gazed at Ben. Her eyes went to Adam and Belle. Then she looked at (Y/N). She swallowed.

“I think…” She let out a breath. “I think I want to be good.”

“You are good,” said Ben.

“How do you know that?!” said Mal.

“Because I’m listening to my heart,” said Ben.

“I want to listen to my heart, too,” said Mal softly. She lowered the wand. She smiled slightly. “And my heart is telling me that we are not our parents.” She turned and faced the other VKs. She smiled tearfully. “I mean, stealing things doesn’t make you happy. Tourney and victory pizza with the team makes you happy.” Jay smiled. “And you, scratching Dude’s belly makes you happy.” Carlos smiled. “Who would’ve thought? And Evie, you do not have to play dumb to get a guy.” Evie shook her head in agreement. “You are so smart. And I don’t want to take over the world with evil. It doesn’t make me happy. I want to go to school. And be with our friends. And be with Ben.” Mal faced him with a smile. “Because Ben makes me really happy.”

The crowd awed, and (Y/N) smiled with a happy chuckle. They had chosen good.

“Us being friends makes me happy.” Mal smiled at (Y/N), who nodded in response, and then faced the other VKs. “Not destroying things. I choose good, you guys.” She put her hand out.

“I choose good, too.” Jay smiled and added his own fist.

“I choose good,” said Evie proudly, joining the fist-bump.

“So just to be clear, we don’t have to be worried about how really mad our parents will be?” Carlos had an elated look on his face at the idea. Everyone laughed as he continued, “Because they’re gonna be really, really mad.”

“Your parents can’t reach you here,” said Ben.

“And we’re here to support you,” said (Y/N), stepping forward with a smile.

Carlos grinned. “Okay.” He fist-bumped the other VKs. “Good.”

Mal smiled and looked back at Ben and (Y/N). She nodded. “Come on.”

Nervously, Ben walked up. He stood beside Mal. (Y/N) stood beside Evie. Together, they added their fists to the motion of solidarity. (Y/N) had a giant grin on their face. All of their friends were together, choosing good. It was perfect.

The crowd applauded the sight and display of unity. Belle, Adam, and Fairy Godmother looked on proudly.

Swoosh!

A large green blur burst through the doors of the coronation hall. The gust of wind it created blew everyone’s dresses around, and people let out cries of surprise and ducked. The green smoke circled the hall before coming to a stop on the dais and bleeding away. Maleficent was revealed.

“I’m back!” she sang, holding her wicked scepter high in the air.

Immediately, people tried to scramble away, and the VKs took a step back.

“Go away, Mother,” said Mal, holding the wand protectively.

Raucaously, Maleficent laughed at her daughter’s words. “She’s funny. Oh, I’m sorry, you’re very funny here.” She became serious. “Wand me. Chop-chop.”

“No!” said Ben.

Mal tossed the wand to Fairy Godmother, and Maleficent’s widened in fury at the insolence.

“Bibbidi-bobbidi—”

“Boo,” said Maleficent. Her staff lit up, and a green light blinded (Y/N).

The VKs gasped as everyone was frozen where they stood, unable to speak, move, or act as anything more than statues.

“Sike.” Maleficent grinned. She snickered. “Oh.” She took Adam’s glasses and grinned. “In another time, in another time.” She put them back on, askew. “Evil, like me, don’t you wanna be mean,” she hummed to herself. She took the wand from Fairy Godmother. “Oh, looks like someone needs to pluck their nose hairs.” Maleficent sneered and laughed. “Where shall we begin? I know! Why don’t we start by getting rid of this?” She held out the wand, and Ben’s ring—resting on Mal’s finger—flew onto the wand. “Perfect fit!” She ducked under Fairy Godmother’s arms. “Oh, excuse me, watch the horns, the horns!”

Maleficent paused as she saw (Y/N). “Ohoho, lookee here, EQ is gonna love this when she gets over here.” Evie sucked in a breath, and Mal narrowed her eyes. “Snow White and her kid. What is the name? Something ridiculous like ‘Apple?’ ” Maleficent snickered. Then, she approached Ben. “Oh, Mal. Falling in love is weak and ridiculous. It’s not what want you want.”

“You don’t know what I want!” said Mal. “Mom, have you ever once asked me what I want? I’m not you.”

“Obviously,” said Maleficent. “I’ve had years and years and years and years of practice being evil. You’ll get there.”

“No, I will not,” said Mal firmly. She gazed mournfully at Maleficent. “And I really wish that you had never gotten there yourself. Love is not weak or ridiculous. It’s actually really amazing.”

“I know one thing, young lady,” said Maleficent coldly. “You have no room for love in your life!”

“And now I command, wand to my hand!” The wand sparkled with golden light and leapt from Maleficent’s hand into Mal’s. “It worked!”

“I hardly think so,” grumbled Maleficent, close to pacing. “Frankly, this is tedious and very immature. Give me the wand, give me the wand!”

“Hold on, Mal,” said Carlos as Mal flinched. “Maybe good really is more powerful than evil.”

“Oh, please, you’re killing me,” said Maleficent. Jay lunged to try to grab her scepter, and she just chuckled. “Gaston should be jealous.” She grinned, flicked his forehead, and laughed as Jay fell. “Enough!” She spun and looked at everyone present. “You all will regret this!”

In a swirl of green smoke, Maleficent morphed into the form that Prince Philip had needed a shield of bravery and sword of truth to face—a dragon. She roared and shot fire at the VKs, who gasped and dodged. She growled, circled, and dove at them.

“Mirror, mirror, show your bright light!” shouted Evie.

The mirror lit up, and Maleficent roared as she was blinded. Maleficent crashed to the ground with a huff, and Evie’s friends gathered around her.

“Behind me, E,” said Mal, pushing her best friend back. “Leave my friends alone!” She glared defiantly at her mother. “This is between you and me, Mother.” Maleficent roared. Mal just stared back evenly and clenched her fists. “The strength of evil is good as none when stands before four hearts as one.” Her eyes glowed green. “The strength of evil is good as none when stands before four hearts as one!” Green light fought green light as the mother and daughter stared each other down with the magic in their veins. “The strength of evil is good as none when stands before four hearts as one!”

Maleficent roared and jerked back. Green smoke flew off her dragon body as it shrunk and spun into a tiny form—a lizard. Mal gasped as she broke the magic she’d summoned.

Fairy Godmother gave a little gasp as she started to move again. She looked around herself in confusion, and the VKs let out a relieved laugh.

“What just happened?” wondered Evie.

“I have no idea,” said Mal, kneeling where her mother had been.

“Did you do it?” asked Carlos.

“I don’t know,” said Mal.

“No, no, no,” said Fairy Godmother, walking to them. “Your mother did. She shrank to the size of the love in her heart.” She grimaced and looked at the tiny lizard. “That’s why it’s so itty-bitty.”

“Is she gonna be like that forever?” said Mal.

“Well, forever is a long time,” said Fairy Godmother. “You learned to love. So can she.” She smiled.

Mal smiled back. “I believe this belongs to you.” She held out the wand.

Fairy Godmother took it. “And I believe this—” she picked off the ring “—belongs to you.”

Mal smiled fondly and put it on her finger. They all stood up, and Fairy Godmother looked at each of them.

“You all have earned yourselves an ‘A’ in Goodness class,” said Fairy Godmother.

The VKs laughed.

“Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!” Fairy Godmother waved her wand, and everyone came to life.

(Y/N) stumbled and straightened. Adam and Ben both let out silly roars and ran forward. Belle caught Adam and held him back, and Ben ran straight into Mal. She patted his chest as he looked around in confusion.

“Okay, okay,” said Mal. “We kind of got this all wrapped up here.” She smiled.

“You defeated Maleficent?” said (Y/N), laughing in amazement.

“We did,” said Evie proudly, gesturing to the small lizard. (Y/N) smiled, reached out, and hugged Evie. She laughed and hugged (Y/N) back, friends reunited in truth, this time.

Ben let out a joyous whoop, picked up Mal, and spun her around. Mal laughed, grinned, and held his shoulders.

“Next time, I save you, okay?” said Ben.

“Let’s not let there be a next time, okay?” said Mal, smiling. Then, she paused. “I will be right back.”

“I love you. But you are on a major time-out,” scolded Fairy Godmother. Jane looked down, ashamed of herself.

“Don’t be too hard on Jane,” said Mal. “I was the one who put all that crazy stuff in her head.” She smiled at Jane. “You are beautiful inside and out. Your mom and (Y/N) got that right.”

“I guess I did get pretty lucky in the mom department,” said Jane, smiling at her mom.

“Yeah, I guess so,” said Mal.

(Y/N) and Mal watched Fairy Godmother walk off with Jane. “She’s still in trouble, but, hopefully, she’ll learn to see her beauty.”

Mal smiled. “Yeah.”

“I’m glad you guys are sticking around,” said (Y/N). They smiled.

“I am, too,” said Mal, grinning.

“We’re sorry. For almost…hurting you all,” said Evie. “Can you forgive us?”

“What do I have to forgive? You chose good and protected us all,” said (Y/N). They took Evie and Mal’s hands and squeezed. “I’m lucky to have friends like you.”

“We’re all lucky to have one another,” said Mal.

“But we’re better together,” said Evie.

(All) “Set it off, set it off, set it off!”

Evie, Mal, and (Y/N) danced in knee-length versions of their dresses as music blasted around them. Auradon Prep was alive with celebration of the coronation. Everyone was dancing to the beat, and they were illuminated by lanterns and fireworks. Ben was carried around on top of people’s shoulders as he laughed and held onto his crown.

Evie grinned, winked, and really started the party.

(Evie) “Let’s set it off! Oh, yeah!” (Mal, Evie, and (Y/N)) “You can make it happen!” (All) “Ohayohay, hey!”

Ben was placed on his feet, and he smiled at the crowd.

(Ben) “Kings and queens, it’s our time to rise, Write the book, the story of our lives This is us, taking back the night!” (All) “Ohayohay!”

Smiling, Ben held out his hand, and Mal danced towards him.

(Mal) “Break the spell, we were born this way, Peace out, forget the DNA, Everybody, raise your hands and say—” (All) “Ohayohay, hey!”

Evie walked down a catwalk and posed as they sang.

(Evie) “Sound the alarm, get on your feet, Let’s set it off and rock this beat, Dance till your heart is wild and free.” (All) “Ooh, oh, oh.”

Spinning and leaping, (Y/N) grinned and waved at Evie, who laughed as Doug danced with her.

((Y/N)) “Feelin’ the power, let it all out, Like what you see in the mirror, shout! We got the keys, the kingdom’s ours!” (All) “Ooh, oh, oh! Ohayohay, hey!”

(Y/N), Evie, Mal, and Ben moved together and threw their hands in the air.

(All) “Let’s set it off! Oh, yeah, Start a chain reaction, Never let it stop! Let’s set it off! Oh, yeah, You can make it happen, With everything you’ve got, Let’s set it off.”

Everyone joined them as they danced, splitting up from groups and cliques into a single mass of dancers.

(All) “Get ready, set it off, We ‘bout to set it off, Get ready, set it off, Ohayohay, hey! We ‘bout to set it off!”

Jay and Carlos danced to where Jane was sitting alone on a bench. They smiled and sat down next to her, singing even through her surprise.

(Jay and Carlos) “It’s time to set this thing off, Let’s make it happen now, Ima make my own future, Ignore all the rumors, Show em how passion sound.”

They offered her hands. Jane smiled and took them. Pulling her to her feet, Jay and Carlos escorted Jane to the dancefloor.

(Jay and Carlos) “They all told me I should back down, Judgin’ me ‘cause of my background, Thinkin’ ‘bout changin’ my path now, Nah, I ain’t goin’ out like that now.”

Jay high-fived Carlos as he got the courage to dance with Jane and spin her around. HE smiled at Lonnie as she passed, and she spun with a wave.

((Y/N), Evie, and Mal) “Feelin’ the power, let it all out, Like what you see in the mirror, shout! We got the keys, the kingdom’s ours!” (All) “Ooh, oh, oh, Ohayohayoh, yeah!”

Everyone whooped as they danced. (Y/N) winked at Doug as he was pulled into another dance by Evie, and they grinned at Jane and Carlos. Mal and Ben laughed at the new sights, happy that more of their friends were finding out what beat in their hearts.

(All) “Let’s set it off, Oh, yeah, Let’s set it off, Start a chain reaction, Never let it stop! Let’s set it off, Oh, yeah! You can make it happen, With everything you got! Let’s set it off”

(Y/N) shuffled with their friends and moved to the beat.

(All) “Get ready, set it off, We ‘bout to set it off, Get ready, set it off, We ‘bout to set it off, Get ready, set it off, We ‘bout to set it off, Get ready, set it off— Three, two, one!”

Evie and (Y/N) led the dance for those in dresses while Jay and Carlos led the dance for those in suits. Everyone laughed and cheered as the music swelled, no one left out from the fun. Mal and Ben ran up the steps to the terrace of Auradon Prep, gazing out at all of their friends.

(Mal) “Oooooh, yeah!” (All) “Let’s set it off!” (Ben) “Oh, yeah!” (All) “Let’s set this off! Start a chain reaction, Never let it stop, Let’s set it off!”

Mal and Ben put their arms around one another.

(Mal and Ben) “Let’s set this off!” (All) “Oh, yeah!” (Mal and Ben) “Let’s set this off!” (All) “You can make it happen, With everything you’ve got!” (Mal and Ben) “Let’s set it off!” (All) “Get ready, set it off! We ‘bout to set it off, Get ready, set it off, We ‘bout to set it off, What!”

Everyone ended with a bow to Ben and Mal as they laughed and smiled. Above them, fireworks went off. Smiling at one another, Ben and Mal leaned in. They kissed. Another cheer went up. For a little while, at least, it felt like a happy ever after.

That finishes movie 1! And now onto Descendants 2 where we finally meet Harry! -Mouse

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Slytherin Sirius LIVES

Hey so I’m extremely stressed out and I’m avoiding election coverage, so I’m gonna post some WIPs that I’ve been writing for my own entertainment. This is an IDEA for a fic where Slytherin Sirius lives and body swaps with Canon Sirius. These will probably get deleted, FYI, because I have NO plans, NO plot, NOTHING. It also doesn’t make 100% sense. Anyway…

For a man who had completely lost his mind, Sirius Black was startled by his own coherency. Of course, it was married with a bizarre realization that his cheek was kissing the floor and his limbs refused to respond to his commands, but little by little, the fibers in his muscles began to twitch, pulsing with the electric understanding that he was not, in fact, dead.

Well, he reasoned, fighting with his eyelids to open, I can’t assume this isn’t Death.

Fingers groping at the stone floor, he traced the edge of a dais, wondering if he’d been left on some sort of altar—or perhaps resurrected onto it by a dark sorcerer in another universe. That was part of the risk of what Sirius had done. Releasing his soul from his body may have transported it through space and time into the corpse of someone’s dead lover or into the cadaver that a healing student had dug up from a Muggle graveyard as a foul little experiment in necromancy.

There murmurs and whispers behind him, carried on the whisper of a breeze.

Inhaling into sore lungs, Sirius pushed from the ground and surveyed the room on all fours. Torches on the walls cast a deceptively warm glow into the chamber, illuminating the stone steps and benches all the way up to the top of the room. He chuckled.

“Hello, old friend,” he said.

As if to greet him, the Veil breathed a rush of cool air. Or perhaps it was a farewell. It fell still again.

His body felt odd. It ached—his joints were stiff and his hips seemed to be in dire need of a stretch. Thin fingers were attached to pale hands; his gaze caught on a white scar the shape of a starburst on his left hand. Had he been dead for so long that his body had commenced decomposition? Even his wrists looked fragile.

There was a wand resting on the floor as if it had simply rolled out of his hand; he took it but nearly dropped it in surprise. It was his father’s, the spare he kept in a drawer. Rarely did that wand see the light of day, yet here it was.

No, Sirius knew that he was not dead, but this was not his world.

His heart leapt with excitement. This is his body, he thought wildly.

The other Sirius Black: the one who had died at precisely the moment required to kidnap his soul, to haul it through the fabric of the multiverse and stuff it into a new prison. Laughter bubbled from his chest. It worked, it must have worked.

Sirius got to his feet, wobbling slightly and catching himself on the archway. But I shouldn’t be alive.

He left the Ministry of Magic quickly under the disguise of a disillusionment charm, grateful to find that it was sometime before dawn, and the building was empty. It was familiar, the Atrium at night, but he did not linger. If the man to whom this body belonged was supposed to be dead, then it was unwise to reveal himself as irrefutably alive.

The man behind the desk handed Sirius a key and absently reminded him that breakfast would be served between 7:30 and 9:30. Following a murmured thank-you, he crossed the garish red carpet of the lobby to the stairs where they stretched up to a corridor lined with dark, nearly black doors that spanned to a small window at the end. Sirius found his room and quickly shuffled inside, locking the door behind him.

There was little to celebrate about the room that was only large enough to fit a double bed, a wardrobe, and dresser. One of those black Muggle boxes they were so fond of staring at for hours sat on the rickety set of drawers. He had to squeeze between the footboard of the bed and the dresser to cross to the window and pull the curtains closed.

Everything reeked of cigarette smoke. The ashtray was full, and he thought it smelled as if someone had recently fucked in here. Sirius couldn’t complain, however, foul though it was. He hadn’t paid for the room. The Confundus Charm had worked a bit too well on the hotel manager who had started eagerly offering upgrades before Sirius had cut him off and told him he just wanted to rest.

It wasn’t entirely a lie, of course. He was exhausted. He had spent the rest of the night under a Disillusionment Charm, wandering the streets as he waited for a more civilized London to wake up, stringing together a very flimsy plan as he explored his new world.

By morning, he had ended up in Godric’s Hollow. It was stupid, of course, because what hope had he that James Potter would like him any better in this world than the last? Yet of anyone he could think of, Potter was the only person who might receive him.

But Sirius’s stomach plummeted when he reached the cottage. The sun was emerging over the village, casting a fiery orange glow on the abandoned house and the violent ruin of the top floor. Beyond the gate, the grass and hedge were nearly waist-high, and several windows were shattered. Sirius caught himself against the gate. A sign rose from the ground and confirmed what Sirius feared about James Potter in this world.

Then, Sirius had gone to the hotel and checked in to a room and tried to think of anything other than James Potter and his murdered wife.

But the boy, he thought, pacing the tiny room. The boy’s alive.

A part of him insisted it wasn’t possible, yet Sirius could hardly judge who ought to be alive and who should be dead when he himself had no business walking around with a beating heart, pulling air in and out of his lungs.

He blasted the bed with several cleaning charms, still feeling wary as he lay upon the starchy comforter, certain that he could hear things crawling inside the pillows. He couldn’t get comfortable, and despite feeling as though he could slide into slumber, he remained wide awake. Something in his robes was poking him as well. Irritated, he pulled out a small mirror.

This time, he avoided his reflection. The first time he had seen it was in a shop window, and it arrested him to meet his own eyes. There was no denying it was his face, but it was also horrifically not. There was a hard line to his jaw and cheeks, the bones emerging prominently as if he’d been starving for some time. He might have guessed that he was underweight simply by the way this body moved, but to see so plainly the ruin of his face—

Admittedly, he wasn’t quite a ghoul or a monster, but it was not a face that would be winning Witch Weekly’s Most Charming Smile award. Sirius shuddered; something quite terrible had happened to the Sirius Black of this world.

It was late afternoon when he finally drifted to sleep, puzzling together his counterpart’s life as he let his awareness slip away. A few hours had gone when he heard, distantly, a voice.

Sirius groaned as it tugged him awake, threading his consciousness back to the body he wore. The sound came not from the corridor nor the closed window, but somewhere much closer as if someone were hiding under the bed.

“Sirius Black,” said the voice.

Alarmed, Sirius looked around the room, searching the shadows. All was still. Next to him lay the mirror. Sirius frowned and snatched it.

“Hello?” His voice was raspy from sleep.

The reflection of his ruined face vanished; in its place appeared a teenager. Wide, green eyes gaped at him, blinking several times as if ensuring what they saw was real. The boy’s mouth hung open in shock.

“Sirius?”

The sound of his name spoken with such reverence nearly made Sirius drop the mirror.

“Harry Potter? Is that you?”

There was no denying who the boy was—he was nearly identical to James Potter, right down to his spectacles, but Potter’s eyes filling and his face splitting into a broad grin was inexplicable. Was Potter…pleased to see him?

“Yeah, Sirius. It’s me. You’re—you’re alive,” Potter breathed.

“Yes, I am,” was all Sirius knew to say. He grimaced inwardly at his idiocy.

Then, Potter was spitting a barrage of questions at him—how did he survive? Where had he been? Where was he now? And Sirius thought exceptionally quickly. He was supposed to be dead. James Potter was dead too, but his son considered him fondly and expressed relief that he had apparently survived whatever had tried to kill him.

“Harry,” said Sirius, cutting the boy off. “I can’t talk now. It’s not safe,” he lied, casting his gaze beyond the mirror, pretending to be on alert for danger.

The boy frowned suddenly. “What’s wrong? Where are you?”

“I can’t reveal too much. Look,” he said, quieter. “I’m not supposed to be alive. Until I figure out what’s happened, we must keep this between us, all right? You can’t tell—” He nearly said your father. But James Potter was dead. “You can’t tell anyone.”

“But Sirius—”

The relief on the boy’s face dissolved into a rejection as if Sirius had said something that wounded him. My death mattered, he thought. My death mattered to Harry Potter.

“Harry,” he said, “Listen to me. I’ll explain everything. Can you meet me tomorrow night?”

“Where? Grimmauld Place?”

“No,” said Sirius slowly. How could the boy know where his mother lived? Especially if it were under the Fidelius Curse… “No. Er—where will you be?”

“Back in Little Whinging. It’s the last day of term,” explained Potter. “Sirius, wait, is this real? Is this—is it really you?”

Sirius bit the inside of his cheek. The earnest hopefulness on Potter’s face stifled his instinct to lie. Smiling sadly, he assured the boy, “I will tell you what I can when I see you. Tomorrow night, then. I’ll come to you.”

“But the Dursleys—Sirius, they won’t like it if you come.”

“I’ll be discreet.”

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