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Please share !!

Dear followers and mutuals,

I need your help ! ⚠️⚠️⚠️

(sorry for the long post)

The same Astarion artwork continues to be stolen time and time again by unscrupulous shops (I've filed over 20 complaints, just on Etsy alone). One particular independent shop refuses to remove the items using my artwork, ignores my messages, and deletes all my comments warning buyers.

Here's the specific artwork, my original fanart, and the low-quality and insolent modification to turn it into a shoddy sweatshirt and t-shirt design. Which is promoted on TikTok !

This has to stop.

Sharing your work on the internet, or even just sharing your passion, has become a nightmare for artists and creators. We already have enough to deal with in the face of AI threats and platforms like Aliexpress; now we have to manage a surge in theft as well.

This shop is also appropriating other artworks from the BG3 fandom.

Here are the screenshots :

I'm seeking your help in identifying the authors of these artworks so that I can notify them.

I'm also currently in contact with a specialized attorney because I've had enough.

The cup is full, and I want to be able to showcase my drawings without enriching thieves. It's particularly painful during this period of economic crisis, where, like many others, I'm struggling to make ends meet, to feed my two young kids.

Here are all the contact details for this fraudulent shop :

⚠️ Please share this post and report Melody prints social media's accounts ⚠️ Everyone needs to know they are a THIEF ⚠️

melodyprints.com

The website says the shop is located in 217 S Parramore Ave, Orlando, FL 32805, United States

TikTok account of melodyprints is spookymelodyprints

Instagram account of melodyprints is _melodyprints

Also, Ghosttraveler on TikTok has made a callout video to help, here is the link, if you can share it as well : https://www.tiktok.com/@ghosttraveler/video/7291769599530454314

Thank you so much for reading this, and for your help.

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Power Play // Chapter 11 // Hockeyplayer!Noah AU

Tropes and tags: hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, PinV, public adjacent sex, rough sex, minor cnc dynamics, multiple POV, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, aggressive hockey players, possessive male, protective male.

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Shout out to @flowery-mess who has been loving this series at every turn! Thank you 🙏

Sarah's POV

We stepped off the bus in Orlando, just outside the towering ice rink, I could smell the muggy salt of the air and the humidity hit me like a truck. The game wasn't for several more hours, but our team's media and PR representatives were already in full swing, eager to capture crucial pre-game moments of the players entering their new territory before they hit the ice.

I hadn't traveled with the team all that often, opting to stay home for most games. But this time, things were changing. The Otters, a newly formed team in the Orlando area, were in need of more players to help build up their roster, and a new nurse position had opened up. It was an opportunity I couldn't pass up, even though I hadn't really told anyone about it, except for Jack. I knew my father would likely try to persuade me to stay by his side, which, if I'm being honest, hadn't been so bad lately. But then there was Noah - the complicated, brooding asshole who had been the source of so much tension and unspoken feelings since the season started. Ever since our stolen moment in the supply room, he had become distant, barely looking at me or speaking to me, and his aggression on the ice at the last game had been more intense than I'd seen in a while. Maybe, I thought, this move to a new team, far away from the drama and the complicated situationship, could be the fresh start I needed, the chance to finally find some clarity and peace, away from the emotional turmoil that had been weighing me down.

As I stepped into the bustling entry dock, I took my spot next to Veronica and Ashley, the public relations manager and our social media extraordinaire. The air was electric with anticipation as the players began to file in, each one acutely aware of the watchful eyes and cameras trained upon them. Ashley was animatedly pointing and leaning in close to her assistant, instructing her on the ideal angles and lighting needed for the best social media shots. From what I could overhear, her assistant would be responsible for capturing the still images while Ashley herself moved in to secure high-quality video footage.

The players, who had endured this routine countless times before, entered the dock with a practiced nonchalance. They moved with an effortless grace, spacing themselves evenly and resisting the urge to hurry through the gauntlet of media attention. It was almost comical to watch these towering, broad-shouldered athletes attempt to affect an air of casual indifference, as if tall, handsome men in tailored three-piece suits strolling through a throng of cameras was an everyday occurrence.

Sanchez was the first to catch my eye as he strode in alone, his left hand casually tucked into the pocket of his sleek gray suit. His dark hair was styled back with a liberal application of gel, giving him a polished, sophisticated look, and his face was clean-shaven, allowing his Rolex to take center stage on his wrist. As he passed our little trio, he turned his head slightly, lowering his sunglasses just enough to lock eyes with me before giving a subtle wink and pushing the frames back up his nose. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his blatant display of cockiness - he was the epitome of an athlete who truly believed he owned the team.

Veronica leaned in close, whispering in my ear with the same tone of disgust that I felt, "He thinks he runs the show, doesn't he?" We watched as the rest of the team filed through, each one distinct in their own way. Ruffilo and Pierce walked side-by-side, engrossed in a deep conversation, while Nick's dark hair was neatly tied back in a clean bun, his charcoal suit devoid of a tie. In contrast, Pierce had opted for a periwinkle suit that perfectly complemented his sandy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

As McClain and Sanders glided past, their shoulders brushing together in perfect sync, I could barely tear my eyes away from the captivating scene unfolding before me. Noah and Karlsson, the dynamic duo, strolled by playfully shoving one another, their pearly white smiles lighting up the room. I had expected Noah to don a classic black suit, perhaps even mirroring Karlsson's ensemble, but the two had decidedly gone above and beyond for their grand entrance. Noah's lithe frame was impeccably fitted in a rich, wine-colored suit, the three buttons fastened neatly as his black shirt peeked out ever-so-slightly at the collar. In contrast, Jolly's dark navy ensemble was left intentionally unbuttoned, the tails of his jacket open as he casually slid his hands into his pockets, forgoing a tie and leaving the top buttons of his shirt undone for a relaxed, effortless look.

Veronica's sultry voice suddenly broke my train of thought, her bottom lip slipping between her perfectly veneered teeth as a cherry red gloss glistened on her lips. "Now that's a media shot," she purred, her gaze fixed intently on the stylishly dressed players. Grateful for the distraction, I quickly reached for my buzzing phone, relieved to see the number for the Otters medical director displayed on the screen.

The sudden interruption provided the perfect excuse to extricate myself from the uncomfortable situation I had found myself in. Hastily excusing myself, I hurried to answer the call, eager to shift my attention elsewhere. To my pleasant surprise, the caller was none other than the medical director for the Otters, the opposing team we were playing against. "Good afternoon, Ms. Brody," the director greeted me warmly. "We noticed the team arrived safe and well, and I was wondering if you might have time to meet with us now, rather than waiting until our originally scheduled 4 o'clock meeting?"

Without hesitation, I eagerly accepted the invitation, practically sprinting towards the locker rooms as I hung up the phone. Weaving my way through the throngs of players, I made my way down the hallway, following the director's detailed instructions to locate the home team's lounge and the conference room where they awaited me.

Just as I was about to reach my destination, I was stopped in my tracks by the familiar voice of Pierce. "Hey, where are you headed in such a hurry?" he inquired, his brow furrowing with curiosity. Caught off guard, I hastily concocted a flimsy excuse about needing to meet with the medical staff to stay up-to-date on the latest care and treatment protocols. The words felt clumsy and unconvincing as they left my lips, and I could see the skepticism etched across Pierce's face. "Okay, well, make sure you take notes," he replied, a hint of teasing in his tone. "We like having you around, wouldn't want to lose you 'cause of an error or anything."

As I watched him rejoin his teammates, a curious mix of emotions washed over me. Pierce's parting words had struck a chord, leaving me feeling unexpectedly touched. It was the first time I had heard any of the players express that they genuinely enjoyed my presence and valued the work I did. In that moment, I found myself reluctant to continue on to the meeting, my previous eagerness replaced by a newfound hesitation and a desire to linger in the warmth of Pierce's unexpected acknowledgment.

I made my way into the conference room, my palms sweating and heart pounding, I couldn't help but feel completely out of my element. I shook hands with each member present, gave my best smile taking a seat across the table from them. Here I was, a highly qualified and experienced nurse, the panel before me was an intimidating one - a group of stern-faced doctors and athletic trainers, all of them seasoned veterans in their fields. I tried to sit up straight and appear confident, but inside I was a bundle of nerves. What did I have to offer? Sure my academic and rotation skills were some of the best in my class, and I recently had some hockey experience. I had spent years honing my skills, earning certifications and accolades, but now all of that felt inadequate as I faced this daunting interview. The head doctor, a broad-shouldered man with a graying beard, began firing questions at me rapid-fire, grilling me on my experience with athletic injuries, my familiarity with the unique demands placed on professional athletes' bodies, and my ability to think quickly and adapt in high-pressure situations. I did my best to respond articulately, highlighting my extensive trauma training and my calm, level-headed approach even in the most chaotic circumstances. But I could see the skepticism in their eyes - these were people who pushed their bodies to the absolute limit every day, and they needed someone who could keep up.

As the interview progressed, I found myself increasingly unsure of my chances. The team trainer, a stern-faced woman with piercing eyes, seemed particularly unimpressed by my answers. I worried that my personal background with the current team's coach would be seen as a weakness, that they would view me as someone who wouldn’t have gotten the job without her father.

As the interview finally concluded, a sense of dread and self-doubt began to creep over me. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had utterly botched the entire process, completely failing to showcase my true skills and capabilities. All the confidence I had mustered up beforehand had evaporated, replaced by a crippling insecurity that left me longing to retreat back to the familiar comforts of my team. With heavy steps, I made my way through the bustling locker room, bypassing the lively camaraderie and boisterous music that normally would have lifted my spirits. Instead, I felt isolated and out of place, my sole focus being to reach the small, tucked-away office where my dad and Jack were waiting.

The moment I stepped inside, their eyes immediately locked onto me, and I could feel the flush of embarrassment creeping across my cheeks as my glassy eyes betrayed the inner turmoil I was experiencing. My dad, sensing my distress, reached out with a gentle concern, using the childhood nickname he hadn't uttered in years - "Firefly, what's wrong?" I took a deep, steadying breath, struggling to hold back the sniffles that threatened to escape as I recounted the disastrous interview.

"Daddy, don't get mad, but I thought I would be a good fit for the Otters as their head nurse. I had an interview scheduled for four o'clock, but they moved it up to just forty minutes ago. Daddy, it was brutal - I felt so out of my league, and I'm convinced I didn't answer any of the questions right. I feel like I absolutely fucked it up." The words tumbled out, laced with disappointment and self-doubt that I couldn't quite shake.

As Jack quietly excused himself and retreated from the office, shutting the door behind him, I felt tension settling in the air. My father, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation, gently placed the stack of papers he had been reviewing down on the desk before him. Taking a long, steadying breath, he turned to face me, his gaze conveying a mixture of concern and affection. "Is being here so bad?" he asked, the weight of his words hanging heavily between us.

I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I struggled to find the right words. "No, daddy, that's not it," I replied, my voice trembling slightly. "It's just...I'm an adult now, and I don't want people to think that I only got this job because you're my dad. I don't want them to think that, because you're my father, I can get away with whatever I want." The admission spilled forth, my fears and insecurities laid bare before him.

My father's expression softened, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Sweetie, I didn't pick you because you were my daughter, although that would be reason enough," he said, as I wiped the tears from my cheek. "I picked you because your skills were exceptional. I've seen your grades, your clinical evaluations, and I've heard nothing but great things from your professors." He held up a hand, silencing my attempt to argue. "And don't even try to tell me they said those things because I'm your father. I had Jack call, and no one knew you were my daughter when we spoke to them."

Stepping around the desk, my father enveloped me in a warm, comforting embrace, his strong arms offering a sense of security and reassurance. "Sweetie, I'm sure you nailed it. If they extend the offer, I advise you to do what you think is best - stay or go. Either way, your daddy is proud of you." His words, spoken with unwavering conviction, soothed the anxieties that had been weighing so heavily on my mind, and I found myself melting into his embrace, my fears slowly dissipating as I basked in the unconditional love and support of my father.

Noah’s POV

The sweat chills my forehead as we battle in the heat of the game, muscles burning with the exertion. My left calf throbs with a sharp ache - sometime in the first half, my leg had stretched out too far as I dove for the puck, the sudden overextension pulling at the tender muscle. But there's no time to nurse the injury, not when the Otters are pressing us so relentlessly. They may be leading us by a mere two points, but their seamless teamwork and razor-sharp communication puts our own disjointed efforts to shame. Our captain seems disinterested in coordinating the team, preferring to simply bark orders and expect us to fall in line without any real guidance. One small fuck up and he's quick to berate us, his face twisted into a snarl behind the bite guard clenched between his teeth. I can see the tension in every line of his body as he carves furious paths across the ice, desperately trying to regain control of the game - a game that seems to be slipping through his fingers despite his best efforts. The Otters may have the advantage in skill and strategy, but our own internal discord could very well be our downfall if we don't find a way to come together as a cohesive unit, and soon.

Players from both teams converge in a frenzied scrum at the end of the ice, their skates carving up the frozen surface as they jostle and shove for position. The Otters' center and his flanking teammates are locked in a desperate search, their eyes scanning the chaos for any opening, any sliver of space they can exploit to get a shot on goal. In the midst of the melee, McClain is zeroed in, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the puck as if it were a venomous rattlesnake coiled at his feet, ready to strike. I try to keep track of the elusive rubber disc, but in the heat of the moment, Sanchez comes barreling through, shoving past me and nearly knocking me off balance and onto the ice. Just as I regain my footing, Jolly glides up behind me, lending a steadying hand and helping me find my edges again as the players crash violently into the boards, all of them clawing and scraping in a fierce battle for possession of the puck.

The deafening roar of the crowd quickly gives way to a stunned, eerie silence as the sickening sound of the violent collision echoes through the packed arena. It's a chaotic blur of bodies and jerseys as the players collide, limbs tangling together in a violent frenzy. Suddenly, fists are flying and a wooden stick is snapped in half, the pieces clattering to the ice as the referees rush in to try to separate the brawling athletes. Teammates frantically scramble to pull their players back, desperate to deescalate the ugly situation.

"Charlie!" one of the Otters players shouts out in anguish over the panicked screams of the crowd, and as the bodies clear, my eyes catch the horrific sight. The fallen center lies motionless on the ice, his limbs twisted at unnatural, sickening angles. A dark, ominous pool of red is spreading beneath his left arm, the crimson liquid contrasting against the white ice. The crowd watches in a stunned, horrified trance, the only sound a hushed, disbelieving whisper escaping my lips: "Fuck."

The scene was nothing short of harrowing, as all eyes remained fixated on the crumpled, motionless figure lying on the frozen surface. In a frantic blur of movement, the medics rushed to him, their swift actions cutting through the eerie stillness that had descended upon the arena. The spectators, gripped by dread, waited with bated breath.

As the officials carefully surveyed the ice, assessing the aftermath of the recent scuffle, one of the referees suddenly caught sight of something that immediately piqued his interest. Peering down, I noticed a faint trail of red leading away from the Otter's center, the faded lines disappearing beneath the skates of my own teammate. Sanchez, unbothered, stood calmly with his stick resting casually on the frozen surface, his eyes locking momentarily with those of the officiating crew. And with a sickening, almost taunting sneer, he turned and began making a beeline straight for the penalty box.

***

"What the fuck was that, Sanchez?" my accusatory question hung in the air, laced with the bitterness of a game that had slipped through our fingers. The injury earlier had been the turning point, the moment where everything unraveled and our hard-fought efforts came crashing down. With their center replaced, the Otters had seized the momentum, and try as we might, we just couldn't regain footing, sinking deeper into the agony of defeat.

“What the fuck was what, Sebastian?” he growled at me.

Following the end of the game the rest of the team, still clad in their sweat-soaked uniforms, confronted him relentlessly, voices raised in a cacophony of outrage.

"You fucking brutalized him!" one teammate shouted, the accusation hanging heavy in the air as Sanchez, freshly showered and changed, met their gaze with a defiant shrug.

"Did you see me brutalize him?" he sneered, shrugging his shoulders as he drawled, “It was an accident.”

"Bullshit!" Pierce screamed from across the locker room unwilling to accept Sanchez's nonchalant dismissal of the incident that had cost them the game. Faces were ready and adrenaline was high, I was about to pull back and sock my fist into his smug face when coach barreled into the room.

"Sit the fuck down, all of you!" he bellowed, his voice booming through the tense silence. Collectively, we scrambled to obey, eyes locked on the coach as we settled onto the bench. Coach's hands twisted and clenched, his eyes bulging with barely-contained fury. "That was some bullshit out there," he spat, his words laced with venom. "You played like thieves, not like a team at all. This is NOT how I trained you."

Nick, unable to hold his tongue, suddenly blurted out, "It's all Sanchez's fault!" The accusation hung in the air, drawing a swift retort from Sanders. "Coach, I think Sanchez should be in trouble for this, not us!" he countered.

But coach would have none of it, his booming voice silencing the bickering. "I don't want to hear the blame game!" he bellowed, his face flushed a deep crimson. Turning his gaze to Sanchez, his expression hardened. "Sanchez, your playing for this season is under review. Pending Owens' injury assessment."

At the mention of Owens, a hush fell over the team, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily. I could barely choke out the words past the rage in my throat. "How is he?" I asked, my voice trembling. Coach’s expression softened ever so slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

“At the moment, can't feel his fingers. Sarah and Leo are helping the nursing team with him before sending him to the hospital.” Coach took a deep shaky breath, “I want everyone to shower, pack up and be ready to go. No talking, I want silence. You are all punished, as of this moment you are no longer an NHL team on the way to winning the cup, you are now a rookie team who could learn some manners through discipline.” he stormed away leaving the rest of us sitting in guilt ridden silence. The air in the locker room was thick with tension and unease as we sat in stunned silence, the weight of Coach's words hanging heavily over us.

My heart raced, adrenaline coursing through my veins, as I stared at the spot where he had stormed out, his booming voice still echoing in my ears. I couldn't believe it - one moment we had been riding high, on the cusp of victory, and the next everything had come crashing down around us. Sanchez gripped his gear bag, tossing it over his shoulder as he left the locker room.

“I hope Sarah and Leo can help him.” Jolly's low, hushed voice carried through the silence.

“She’s good, she’ll figure it out.” My little fox knows her stuff. I had full confidence that she was the one who could uncover the truth. She was sharp, determined, and wouldn't rest until she got to the bottom of this. I knew she had the skills and the drive to dig into Owen's medical report and find the evidence we needed to take down Sanchez.

“We need a new captain.” Nick declared, the team collectively nodding their heads.

“We should take a vote,” Pierce offered “Give it to Coach when we get back to Santa Monica.”

“Sanchez won’t go quietly,” McClain warned.

“We need a solid replacement if we are going to go for that target.”

The debate soured and I drowned out the voices, ignoring it all as we each took our showers. The walk back to the bus, and arriving at the hotel was coated in deadly silence. Jolly and I made it to our room and I tossed my gear off in the corner, Jolly flopped on the bed kicking his shoes off letting them fly across the room. I stared at my bed, hands in my pockets deep in thought. My little fox. I hadn’t seen her, felt her, talked to her in weeks-had I fucked it up? My eyes glanced over at the NDA agreement hidden secretly in my backpack. I didn’t need to read it.

The journey back to the hotel had been cloaked in a stifling silence, the weight of unspoken thoughts and unanswered questions hanging heavy in the air. Reaching the hotel, I tossed my gear aside carelessly, the thud as it hit the floor barely registering. Jolly flung himself onto the bed, kicking off his shoes with a frustrated huff, sending them flying across the room. I stood there, hands jammed deep into my pockets, my gaze fixed on the empty mattress before me. The memory of her - my little fox-lingered, a phantom presence that I hadn't been able to reach in weeks.

Had I truly messed things up this time?

My eyes darted to the backpack where the NDA agreement lay hidden. I had signed it the night I got it. I didn't need to re-read the terms; they were seared into my mind. Now, with Sanchez's unsportsmanlike outburst threatening to bring the relentless media vultures circling our team once more, I knew I would need to rely on that NDA to cover my tracks - and hers. Any hint of scandal, any whisper of impropriety, would no doubt be dredged up and paraded before the world as if our team were some twisted reality TV spectacle. I had to protect myself, had to shield us both from the consequences should our clandestine relationship ever be exposed. That NDA would save me from being fired by the coach, certainly, but it would do nothing to stop him from hating me as her father.

But you know what, I didn’t care anymore.

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A I N S L E Y ♡ H U G H E S

BIRTHDAY – October 14, 1999

FAMILY – She’s Quinn’s younger twin sister and older sister to Jack and Luke. She’s the only one in the family who doesn’t play hockey because she never found the passion for it. Her brothers love her endlessly and would do anything for her. She studied sports management at the University of Michigan and started working with the hockey team at the university so she could be closer to her brothers who were playing there. Sometimes, she felt like the black sheep of the family, because she was the only one not playing hockey. During her first two years at uni, her parent made sure to come to every important event she had, but as Jack and Luke got into the uni, they didn’t have time for her.

CAREER – social media manager for Vancouver Canucks, single mom

NICKNAMES – Ains, Leyla, Lenzy, Ziggy, Dandelion

PAST– Born in Orlando, Florida. As a baby, she was faster and smarter than any other baby at her age. She made her first steps when she was nine months old and started saying things like “me milk” and ��mommy hungry” when she was a year old. As an older sister, Jack, and Luke would come to her for advice about girls and even their lives. Even though Quinn was older than her, he would come to her for advice too, but mostly to just talk to his best friend, or just cuddle with her and spend some time with her. She was a genial kid, she won so many competitions, some of them weren’t visited by her parents because her brothers had a game. At university, she dated one of the football players, but he was cheating on her with her best friend which led to her breaking up with him at the end of her junior year. Two years ago, she got pregnant at a bar with some guy, who drugged her drink, leading to her having a baby girl.

FUN FACTS/BASICS – She loves her family so much. Like she would never trade her family for anything. She fears snails. When she was only two years old, she was sleeping on a blanket in their yard and a snail somehow got in her mouth. She’s a bit curvy, but she’s not ashamed of it!

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Inuendos and timelines? call it a wake up call Yesterday Cait followed Orlando Bloom again, after unfollowing him as soon as The Cut's wrap party took place. Today Sam reminds us that he was VERY distant from C between July and August 2021. I think C's absence from social media is about to come to an end. Promo season is upon us. Embrace yourselves.

Dear Wake Up Call Anon,

I posted that innuendoes and timelines thing also to see which brainless moron will take the bite.

Congratulations are in order - it's still you, as always. With the subtlety of a pick-hammer and really entertaining spelling and grammar.

I don't give a flying fuck about who C follows, unfollows and re-follows. And isn't that wonderful Social Zero a media manager ('additional personnel', anyone?), as far as we all know? Since he needed something (anything) to conceal the fact that their horribly dismissive cobbled narrative portrays him, in all logic, as sponging off C?

Couldn't that glorious, multi-millionaire media manager (nobody heard of) find one minute to say thank you, on that Instagram account? Really?

Nah. That is about something else and you know it as well as I do. And throwing confusion about timelines again is not working, not with this 2020/2021 post.

I also do not care about what you think. Promo season is not upon us by any stretch of the imagination and the Onlies' impatience is what prompts the hysteria on X, chez Terry Dresbach, for example.

Also, thank you for the laughs at 2 AM. It's not 'embrace yourselves', you cretin:

It's...

Yeah: it's brace yourselves.

You realize that your stupidity severely compromises the credibility of anything you might write in that box, don't you?

Now fuck off and get some proper English lessons. You'll easily find something on the Internet, maybe even for free.

PS: Don't flatter yourself. You haven't hit a nerve. You're just an incredibly obnoxious imbecile, not welcome here. Go back to your people and wail collectively while you wait for The Goddess to throw you a bone, which she won't.

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The article Trump sued over was published by the Washington Post in May 2023. The headline obviously made Trump angry enough to get litigious.

Trust linked to porn-friendly bank could gain a stake in Trump’s Truth Social

How so, one might ask. Well, there are more details related to the headline covered in the federal court ruling [PDF].

The article related that in late 2021, with the proposed merger “frozen” and TMTG [Trump Media & Technology Group] concerned about paying its bills, then-DWAC [Digital World Acquisition Corp.] president Patrick Orlando announced he had arranged for an $8 million loan from an entity known as “ES Family Trust.” According to the article, the loan was part of a deal in which TMTG would receive the loan and, in exchange, ES Family Trust would acquire an equity interest in the public entity to be formed from the merger of TMTG and DWAC. This loan-for-stock deal was reflected, according to the article, in a convertible promissory note, although the article acknowledged that the only copy of the note the Post had been able to locate was unsigned. The article reported that some of the funds were wired by another entity, Paxum Bank, which had ties to ES Family Trust and to the adult film industry. Also, according to the article, TMTG paid a finder’s fee of $240,000 in connection with the loan to Entoro Securities, a Texas entity of which Orlando was a managing director. Although the article did not refer to a specific document evidencing the payment, it pointed to a broker agreement regarding the fee and an invoice for payment from Entoro.

So, not entirely implausible to claim that a “porn-linked” entity “could” end up with a financial stake in Trump’s Truth Social endeavor.

The article also noted that the British journal The Guardian had earlier reported that federal prosecutors in New York were investigating whether TMTG had violated money laundering statutes in connection with the loan, and that TMTG Chief Executive Officer Devin Nunes had filed a lawsuit against Wilkerson and others (including The Guardian) asserting that the Guardian story was “fabricated.”

Sometimes, you find a competent lawyer. If you’re Devin Nunes (and by extension here, Donald Trump), you find the only lawyer willing to represent you.

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2019 VoicePlay summer activities — fun in and out of the sun

After a whirlwind spring full of travel and nearly nonstop video productions, the fellas took things a little easier for the summer. That's not to say that they spent those months chilling on the beach, of course. They just mostly stuck closer to home and worked at a more reasonable pace.

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Freedom!

The guys did get a bit of downtime at the beginning of July, hanging out with loved ones. Eli and Ashley took a trip to upstate New York to spend a week with her family, then popped back to Florida for a few days with his. Meanwhile, social media addict manager Geoff caused some unintended mischief during his leisure activities.

(Sadly, the instigating video does not seem to have survived.)

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J.None celebrated Independence Day not once but twice with Paradigm Party Band at Icon Park in Orlando. During at least one of their sets, the band backed J for a performance of his latest original song, "Back At Home", which he would release in both audio and video formats a few months later.

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From melacholy to joy

When the weekend came around, the guys rolled out two new music videos that evoked very different emotions. VoicePlay released a gentle, heartfelt ode to friendship with their cover of Cyndi Lauper's "True Colors". Then PattyCake unleashed the next episode in their Villains Lair series, gleefully highlighting some of their baddies' vanity.

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A few days later, Layne and Tony headed back to the PattyCake studio to film two more Villains Lair episodes in as many days. The next installment featured a motley gang of sidekicks, and the season finale was filmed out of order so that they could include Emoni Wilkins as Ursula while she had time to come to town.

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Hallelujah

The following weekend, J.None spent his Sunday sitting in with the backing singers for Kris Williams at the House of Blues gospel brunch.

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singing "Expectation" by James Fortune during soundcheck for the HoB gospel brunch with Kris Williams

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Christmas in July

VoicePlay gave their fans plenty of time to plan for the holidays when they revealed the first location in their upcoming Warm Up tour. They would be returning to the Gaylord Palms resort in nearby Kissimmee for a holly jolly good time.

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The next day, they provided another gift in the form of the delightful "Aca Top 10 – Sitcom Themes" video that they'd recorded the previous month.

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"They really like us!"

August started with a bang as the A Cappella Music Awards winners were announced, and VoicePlay took home the title for Pop Group of the Year.

They also got to celebrate some friends, since Home Free repeated as Entertainers of the Year (once again beating out Pentatonix), Tim Foust garnered Composer of the Year (edging out both Chris Rupp and Peter Hollens), and Chris's new group 7th Ave took home Quartet of the Year. Sadly, Earl lost Male Vocalist of the Year to another worthy contender, Cody Qualls of FACE Vocal Band, a group of fellow Sing-Off alumni from the first season.

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Since it had been quite a while since their last version, the boys put together a new Patreon promo, thanking their existing patrons and giving a gentle nudge to potential new supporters.

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Music, music, music

The next weekend brought another music video double feature. VoicePlay offered up a beautiful rendition of "Bridge Over Troubled Water". Then PattyCake released their next Villains Lair episode, starring a huddle of loyal henchmen that they'd filmed the previous month.

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The week after that, the guys headed to a fun new location for their next music video, a retro-inspired update of the doo-wop classic "Sh-Boom (Life Could Be a Dream)".

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Further festivities

Saturday brought a chance to celebrate Eli with a 40th birthday party that was apparently such a rager** that the only photographic evidence on Ashley's Instagram is a couple shots of their sleepy dog and a sink full of dirty dishes in the aftermath.

** for suburban, middle-aged values of "rager"

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The next day, VoicePlay announced the earliest show in their holiday travels, this time a double-header with Cimorelli, a family of musical sisters based in Nashville. The two groups would be heading to Waukegan, IL in mid-December.

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The following weekend, J.None headed home to Virginia Beach (with his nephew in tow) to perform at the annual Kids Bash fitness event, organized by his older brother.

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September began with a surprise for a young friend. One of the guys' theme park pals had a daughter who was both a big fan of the group and a talented singer in her own right. When mama Michelle asked VoicePlay to film a brief message for Adriana's fifteenth birthday, the youngster couldn't have expected the opportunity that would come with it.

Needless to say, she was a little stunned. Stay tuned for the product of that collaboration.

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Up, up, and away

As the first weekend of the month approached, Layne and Tony headed north to Napierville, IL so that they could be on hand for the final rehearsals and opening night of Danny Gonzalez and Drew Gooden's "We Are Different People" tour. PattyCake had produced videos for the team to play during the shows, as well as creating their color-coordinated wardrobe.

While Tony headed home, Layne scooted over to Fort Wayne, IN to meet up with the rest of VoicePlay for a corporate gig.

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After a few days at home, the boys headed out again for two nights in Lincoln, Nebraska. The UNL Bathtub Dogs were their opening act on the first night, and the local paper provided a very nice recap and review of the evening.

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The day after they returned home again, J.None met up with his Paradigm pals for a fun surprise birthday party at a local venue. A few days later, they had another gig, helping Wendy's celebrate their 50th anniversary during their annual conference and expo.

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Let the good times roll

Near the end of September, VoicePlay headed over to the REBL HQ studio at Full Sail University to film their big spooky season production number for the year, "Oogie Boogie's Song" from The Nightmare Before Christmas.

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They closed out the season with a trip to the northwest for a show in Burley, Idaho, where the audience included a busload of students from a local school.

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The last few months of the year would bring even more live shows, music videos, livestreams, family time, and milestones, but all of that will get their own posts in due time.

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ArtBlitz 4: A DIY Creative Showdown with a Mission in Orlando

If you were anywhere near Arena Art Bar last weekend, you likely felt the buzz radiating from inside as the 4th Annual ArtBlitz turned up the heat. Eight artists faced off in a head-to-head creative battle, where paint flew, the music bumped, and the crowd held their breath to see who would emerge victorious. But ArtBlitz is more than just a competition—it's a project born from a love for creativity and community.

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John Q, one of the masterminds behind ArtBlitz, has been pushing this event since 2018. “We did two rounds before COVID hit,” he said. “Afterward, it was tough to find venues that made sense financially, but we knew we wanted to bring it back. The first post-COVID event was a hit, and now here we are with ArtBlitz 4.”

But John didn’t do it alone. His long-time collaborator, Kyle, joined forces with him to bring the vision to life. “Me and Q met about five or six years ago at the Social,” Kyle explained. “The owners wanted to give the staff a chance to run passion projects, so we thought, why not put on a live art battle with local artists and some chill music? It turned out to be way bigger than we expected.”

The structure of ArtBlitz is straightforward but high-pressure: artists have 30 minutes to create a piece in the first two rounds, with votes split 50/50 between the audience and hidden judges. The top two artists from each round move on to the finals, where cash prizes are awarded.

“It's not just about winning,” said Kyle. “We wanted to give these artists a platform. The first time we did it, some of them sold their work, and that was the goal—getting them exposure and helping them make connections. Even if we didn't make much money from the event, that alone made it worth it.”

John Q echoed this sentiment, saying, “What I love about ArtBlitz is watching people do things I can’t do. It’s just exciting to see these artists come in and create under that pressure. It’s a vibe, and we’ve been fortunate to have such a great turnout.”

Part of what makes ArtBlitz special is the culture around it. “John is the glue,” Kyle added. “He’s built a community with his radio show, events, and just being a connector for people who love local art and music. That’s why this event has grown.”

With a DIY spirit and punk-rock attitude, both Kyle and John have managed to turn ArtBlitz into something more than just an art event. “We’ve always been about taking our own path, saying ‘screw the traditional way,’ and doing things our own way,” Kyle said. “That’s the heart of this event—giving local artists a space where they can break through and show off what they do.”

As for the future? Expect to see more of ArtBlitz. With quarterly events planned, the art battles will continue to bring out Orlando’s finest talents. “Follow us on Instagram at @artblitzorl to catch the next one,” John Q said. “We want this to keep growing, and we’re always looking for fresh artists.”

If you missed out on the action this time, don’t worry. The next round of ArtBlitz is just around the corner. Whether you’re an artist or a fan, this is one Orlando event you won’t want to miss.

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[kitkatsudon]

So. Today has been a weird day.

Rambles below, because I’m in my feelings but that doesn’t necessarily have to be your problem.

The first thing I saw when I woke up today was that Ice Adolescence had been cancelled. The second thing piece of news I received, within a few minutes of this, was that my Grandma had passed away.

The second thing is more personal, and I haven’t come here to talk about that - I suppose more than anything it’s to give context on today’s slightly weird vibe, and why I’m feeling perhaps more nostalgic than I would be normally.

Perhaps as a distraction, I want to ramble about YOI.

Though now I’ve sat down to actually do this… where do I start?

Though my internet presence is very TKEM-focused nowadays, since its release, YOI has always been incredibly dear to me. It came out just as I had found out that my family were going to be moving across the country (and ok, in the UK that’s maybe less of a big deal than if I lived in a larger country, but I was 14, and 14 is a horrible age, so it was still a big deal to me). YOI came out in late 2016, we moved at the beginning of 2017, and I joined a much smaller school with… let’s say less choice for the people I could make friends with.

I was, technically, adopted by a friendship group, but it took a long time, some falling outs within the group, and me learning everything there ever was to know about BTS despite having no real passion for music-based fandoms for me to really feel included. The friendship group I’d left behind was much more diverse in terms of interests, and we thrived on mutual sharing and acceptance of each other’s interests. This new one was more kind of “conform or fuck you,” and I never quite managed to conform properly.

All that is to say… while I didn’t really have friends, in 2017, I had YOI and its fandom. While I was dealing with the huge changes in my life, I was comforted through it by, more than anything else, lurking around the YOI fandom. I had my first forays into posting things online using Google+, of all things (my parents didn’t let me have social media, but I could access this using my gmail), and they were drawings I had done of YOI characters, even a hand-drawn anecdote comic thing, and just… it was rudimentary, but you gotta start somewhere, right?

It became what I was known for, in my new school. It became part of me. That summer, my family went on holiday to Orlando FL to do the theme parks, and despite that having been something that I’d been begging to do for years, what I ended up being most excited about was the opportunity to go to Hot Topic and buy the YOI merch that they’d recently announced. I bought a T-shirt, a blanket, and a backpack, and although the backpack’s strap broke after a year of using it for school, I still have the T-shirt and the blanket, and they’re still special to me to this day. Back then, listening to the soundtrack on repeat, I’d decided that one day I was going to perform a dance routine to ‘In regards to love: Eros,’ and at the end of my first year of uni, that was something I was actually able to do. Was it good? Not really, I’m by no means a professional dancer, but I felt like I was paying homage to my inner… not quite child, more like my inner angsty teenager?

My whatsapp background is still YOI-themed. I still proudly display my Funko Pops and my posters in my bedroom at home. YOI is still my comfort show, and though I’m not usually one for rewatching shows, it’s still the show that I’ve rewatched the most. Even my username is a relic of my ties to the YOI fandom - though I wasn’t really using it much then, it’s something I thought up during the days when I was deepest in it, and I thought to myself “if I ever am brave enough to really start posting things online, this is the username I’ll use.” So even though the first thing I ever posted under the name KitKatsudon was the beginning of a BTS fanfiction on Quotev on all places that I was writing with a friend of mine at the time, it has its roots in YOI.

It’s sort of funny - once upon a time, I used to semi-joke that I couldn’t die before the YOI movie came out. Don’t get me wrong, my mental health was never bad enough that I had actually realistically considered not making it to Ice Ado’s release, but every time I said it, I did mean it. No matter how shitty I felt, I had to keep going, because I was going to have my bum in a seat when it eventually released in cinemas. I guess what this means now is that, unless Ice Ado is picked up by another studio, I’m just never going to die 🤷‍♀️ you’d better buckle the fuck up, mortals, because MAPPA has just granted me ultimate power.

What am I trying to say? I don’t really know. Maybe thank you, to the YOI team, for being such a positive force in my life. You gave me something comforting to hold onto while everything around me was changing, while I was starting my sexuality journey, while I didn’t have the close support of peers to help boost my mood. I don’t watch the show so often nowadays, but that’s because I save it for instances where I really need comforting. Maybe like today.

The story of Ice Adolescence may be over, at least for now, but I’ll always be grateful for what we did get.

[toyotaoforlando]

4 reasons to get the 2024 Toyota GR86 TRUENO Edition

Toyota is revving its engines for the 2024 Toyota GR lineup - and a new trim is being added to the 2024 Orlando Toyota GR86 lineup: the TRUENO Edition (it means ‘thunder’ in Spanish). Many Toyota fans are excited about this trim because it celebrates its throwback design - the Toyota AE86 from the 1980s. But, what does this trim have that makes it so special? We’re going to make it simple for you.

What we love about the 2024 Toyota GR86 Trueno Edition

#1: The design – and its throwback features

The Toyota GR86 TRUENO Edition features retro two-toned paint and ‘TRUENO Edition’ badging. As said earlier, it is styled like the Toyota AE86 as an homage to its 40th anniversary. The Toyota AE86 was a part of the 5th generation of Toyota Corollas from 1984 to 1987 and showcased sporty liftback styling, pop-up headlights, and an angular hood.  But, it also has a modern look with its 10-spoke 18-inch black metallic wheels, a black duckbill spoiler, the black TRUENO graphics on the side panels, and two paint colors to choose from - Halo or Track bRed. 

#2 - See what’s inside 

We talked about the exterior – now it’s time to go inside this Orlando Toyota’s cockpit. When you go inside you’ll see that it is extremely comfortable and easy to manage with the low-slung, driver-centric layout with the push-start button, 8-inch touchscreen audio system with 8 premium speakers. You’re going to be sitting in Ultrasuede sport seats with red leather, a leather-wrapped steering wheel, special all-weather floor mats with ‘TRUENO’ badging, and red-stitched shift gear.

Since the beginning of time, Toyota has been all about safety – and it doesn’t stop at this Orlando Toyota sportscar. It comes standard with Active Safety Suite with Pre-Collision Braking System, Pre-Collision Throttle Management, Adaptive Cruise Control, Lead Vehicle Start Alert, Lane Departure Warning with Sway Warning, and Automatic High Beams. 

#3 - The speed.

Toyota has never failed when it comes to reliability - and if you want to go 0-60 mph in just 6.6 seconds? You’ll be able to with the 2024 Toyota GR86 TRUENO Edition. This Orlando Toyota sportscar can do this with its naturally aspirated 2.4L FA-24 engine – the horsepower is 228 and the torque is at 184 lb.-ft. It also has rear-wheel drive and comes in both a 6-speed manual and a 6-speed automatic transmission.

The 2024 Toyota GR86 TRUENO Edition has special perks – and even if you aren’t able to get it on your hands, you can add it to any GR86 year and/or trim. The special performance package includes ZF SACHS Dampers and Brembo brakes that offer maximized performance. This new package ensures firm and stable steering, maximized ground contact, and a quieter cabin.

#4 - The NASA membership 

The 2024 Toyota GR86 TRUENO Edition comes with a complimentary one-year membership to the National Auto Sport Association – which makes your experience even better. With this membership, the 860 GR86 TRUENO Edition owners (yes we said 860) will be able to receive discounts on NASA-sanctioned events and other benefits – like one free High-Performance Driving Event.

Channel the Initial D car in this new Toyota special edition

Not only Toyota sportscar fans are excited about this trim being added to the Orlando Toyota GR86 lineup - but also anime fans. Initial D is a manga-turned-anime that focuses on the evolution of Takumi Fujiwara where he becomes a downhill racing hero in a Toyota AE86 – which the 2024 Toyota GR86 TRUENO Edition takes stylistic cues from. So, the car has been coined the name ‘initial D car’. 

See a new 2024 Toyota GR86 Trueno Edition in person

Ready to make this Orlando Toyota yours? Stay tuned – we’ll keep you updated if you follow us on social media. You can also call Toyota of Orlando to get more info and arrival dates at (407)298-4500. We’re conveniently located just off I-4 across from the Mall at Millenia if you want to swing by!

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Henry and Natalie Cavill's paid trolls illegally hack into social media accounts

Riot/Queenilyrian discovered that my real name is Amy because she hacked into my Instagram account shortly after my initial post a few days ago. Her IP and location - Orlando, Florida - came up when she managed to get in, breaking US federal and state law.

[hangonimevolving]

Anyhoo…..

Alright. There is no smooth way to transition forward in time from my previous set of blog posts, so I’m just gonna keep going, and describe stuff that happened this fall. Which, that’s sort of how we actually moved forward anyhow - we just kept going. There was no smooth way to reconcile the craziness of October, so we didn’t. We just lived our lives.

Anyway… so I returned from Orlando on October 30th, and the very next day was Halloween. I have traditionally made my kids’ costumes, and was planning to this year also - but my procrastination habit and hectic schedule this past fall bit me in the ass, bc combined with Thatha’s escapade - Halloween day arrived, and the kids’ costumes were nowhere near done. I was crushed that their costumes ended up so crappy, but it was all I could manage.

They intended to dress up as Naruto and Sasuke Uchimaru from the “Naruto” franchise….

Best I could do:

Argh. Anyway.

The weekend following Halloween, still kind of reeling from the week’s events, I decided we needed to do something interesting and out of the ordinary as a “palate cleanser” and something to clear our heads. I had heard some weeks earlier about a cat show coming to our area - and had jokingly been talking with Vev about going, and he seemed keen. So I surprised myself and bought tickets online for our family, and off we went! I fired up my Cricut and made us special t-shirts for the occasion 😁

We saw all kinds of cats - purebred Maine Coons, Devon rexes, Persians, ragdolls, bengals, and also our favorite breed - lovable mixed breed strays. Bonus: the event’s center stage featured celebrity cat show host Steven Meserve, who is sort of a social media cat show superstar. And true to form, he talked and showed the cats with his signature flair.

About a week later, it was our good friend Uncle Lynchpin’s 50th birthday, and we had the opportunity to celebrate him and hang out with friends several times that weekend. A good time was had by all - and special enjoyment was taken in seeing this cake, which was decorated to look like Uncle L’s signature beard.

Fun times!

It was about a week later that our family had a big, exciting milestone. Our little Dey would be departing on his very first overnight school field trip, to St. Augustine! The entire 4th grade of his school is invited on this special opportunity, but only about half of them go. Vev had opted to abstain in his 4th grade year, because it happened slightly earlier in the school year and he had just entered the school at the time. But as this was Dey’s third year at the school, he was more settled, had dozens of friends going on the trip, and thus felt motivated to sign up. It was a big deal, helping him pack, dropping him off at the coach busses the day of departure, and wondering about how he was doing - we’ve never been without our Skunky that long. But we were also very happy for him, and knew he’d have a ball with his friends. And he did! The teachers and chaperones did a great job keeping parents informed of the kids’ well-being. We were proud of Dey for being adventurous enough to try something new!

While Dey was on his field trip, Dr. Spouse was attending a conference in California and meeting new friends of his own….

(I think that mascot is supposed to be a blood clot?! Not sure)

And yours truly was having slightly less fun (but still important) experiences, like getting the good ol’ annual mammogram taken care of.

Anyway! This takes us to the Thanksgiving break, and then the last few nutty weeks prior to winter holidays. More soon!