#World lifestyle Awards

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Discover the Most Prestigious World Lifestyle Awards and Elevate Your Status

Are you looking to elevate your status and gain recognition for your lifestyle achievements? Look no further than the World Lifestyle Awards. These prestigious awards celebrate excellence in various aspects of lifestyle, including luxury, fashion, travel, and more. Winning a World Lifestyle Award can significantly enhance your reputation and open doors to exclusive opportunities. In this blog post, we'll explore the most prestigious World Lifestyle Awards and how they can elevate your status in the global lifestyle industry.

The Importance of World Lifestyle Awards

Recognition and Prestige

When it comes to elevating your status in the world of luxury and lifestyle, there's no denying the importance of being recognized for your achievements. Receiving an award from a prestigious institution not only boosts your credibility but also sets you apart from the crowd. Imagine the impact of being known as a recipient of a world lifestyle award. It's like wearing a badge of honor that instantly commands respect and admiration. Your reputation is elevated to a whole new level, and doors open for you in ways you never thought possible.

Networking and Opportunities

World lifestyle awards also offer unparalleled networking opportunities. Rubbing shoulders with other high achievers and industry leaders not only boosts your own profile but also opens up a world of new opportunities. It's a chance to form connections with like-minded individuals who share your passion for luxury and lifestyle. These connections can lead to collaborations, partnerships, and business ventures that can further elevate your status in the industry. The networking opportunities alone make world lifestyle awards an essential pursuit for anyone looking to make a mark in the world of luxury and exclusivity.

Top World Lifestyle Awards

The world of luxury and prestige is a realm all its own, with recognition and accolades that extends beyond conventional awards. The Top World Lifestyle Awards embrace the elite domains of luxury, travel, and culinary excellence, setting the standard for opulence and refinement.

Luxury Lifestyle Awards

The Luxury Lifestyle Awards epitomize elegance and sophistication, honoring the most indulgent and exclusive services, brands, and products. From high-end fashion and luxury real estate to top-tier hospitality and fine dining, these awards celebrate the pinnacle of extravagance and superior quality. Embracing the crème de la crème of global luxury, these accolades distinguish the exceptional from the merely extraordinary, offering a coveted mark of distinction for those who seek the finest life has to offer.

How to Position Yourself for Nomination

Showcasing Your Lifestyle

When it comes to positioning yourself for a prestigious world lifestyle award nomination, showcasing your lifestyle in an authentic and compelling manner is paramount. Highlight the unique aspects of your lifestyle that set you apart. Utilize captivating storytelling to convey your experiences, values, and contributions to the world. Craft a narrative that resonates with your audience and exudes an aspirational quality, capturing the essence of the prestigious award you are vying for.

Leveraging Social Media Influence

In today's digital age, leveraging your social media influence can significantly impact your chances of securing a nomination for a world lifestyle award. Engage with authenticity and consistency across various social media platforms, positioning yourself as a thought leader in your respective lifestyle domain. Cultivate a strong and genuine connection with your followers, showcasing the depth and breadth of your influence. Collaborate with like-minded individuals and brands to amplify your reach and further solidify your presence within the lifestyle community.

Attending and Participating in World Lifestyle Awards

Attending and participating in World Lifestyle Awards presents an unparalleled opportunity to network with industry leaders, influencers, and like-minded individuals. These award ceremonies serve as a melting pot of visionaries, trendsetters, and decision-makers, offering an ideal platform for establishing valuable connections and fostering meaningful relationships.

Networking at Award Ceremonies

Rubbing elbows with the lifestyle industry can open doors to new collaborations, partnerships, and potential ventures. It's a chance to engage in insightful conversations, exchange ideas, and gain exposure to the latest trends and innovations. The informal setting of these events creates an atmosphere conducive to building lasting connections with individuals shaping the landscape of the lifestyle sector.

Sponsorship and Partnership Opportunities

Participating in World Lifestyle Awards provides an avenue for businesses to showcase their products or services to a select audience of industry leaders and tastemakers. Sponsoring or partnering with these prestigious events not only elevates brand visibility but also positions your company as a key player in the lifestyle arena. It's an opportunity to align your brand with excellence and gain access to a discerning clientele, ultimately elevating your status in the industry.

Elevate your status and expand your horizons by actively engaging in World Lifestyle Awards. Whether through networking or exploring sponsorship opportunities, these events present a gateway to new connections and heightened prestige.

Elevating Your Status through World Lifestyle Awards

Building Credibility and Influence

Earning a prestigious World Lifestyle Award instantly elevates your status and imparts a powerful sense of credibility and influence. This recognition serves as a tangible validation of your dedication, expertise, and impact within your industry. By aligning yourself with the esteemed reputation of a renowned lifestyle award, you position yourself as a trusted authority, attracting new opportunities, partnerships, and respect from your peers and target audience.

Leveraging Award Recognition

Once you've achieved recognition through a World Lifestyle Award, you have a valuable tool for leveraging your prestige. The award becomes a powerful marketing asset, allowing you to differentiate yourself from competitors and stand out in a crowded marketplace. Utilize the award in your promotional materials, website, and social media to reinforce the credibility of your brand and attract a loyal following. The award recognition acts as a stamp of excellence, opening doors to new collaborations, speaking engagements, and media features, further amplifying your influence and status within your industry.

Conclusion

Elevate your status by immersing yourself in the World Lifestyle Awards. By aligning yourself with these esteemed accolades, you can position yourself as a leader in your industry and gain the recognition and respect you deserve. Embrace the opportunity to stand out among your peers and showcase your commitment to excellence. Take the first step towards enhancing your personal and professional brand by exploring the most prestigious world lifestyle awards available to you.

[sheltiechicago]

“LGBTQIA Refugees: Fleeing Uganda"

“Lady Tina and Pretty Peter were previously jailed in Uganda for their trans lifestyle and experienced sexual assault. In May 2023, Uganda criminalized same-sex conduct for those convicted of ‘aggravated homosexuality,’ even though the Anti-Homosexuality Act of 2023 violates some of the fundamental rights guaranteed under Uganda’s constitution. Uganda’s penal code already punishes same-sex conduct with life imprisonment, but the new law legislates on new crimes, such as the ‘promotion of homosexuality’; introduces the death penalty for several acts considered as ‘aggravated homosexuality’; and increases sentences for attempted same-sex conduct to 10 years. Anyone advocating for the rights of LGBT people now faces up to 20 years imprisonment. Many LGBTQIA people have been forced to flee the country and are now in fragile safe houses in Kenya.”

© Brent Stirton, South Africa

2024 Sony World Photography Awards

[saintlucyrepresents]

Catherine Falls 24 World’s Best Lifestyle Photographers

The Agents Club recently named Catherine Falls  one of the 24 World’s Best Lifestyle Photographers in 2024. 

Catherine’s award-winning lifestyle portfolio includes work for Club Med, Lloyds Bank, Samsung, as well as personal projects. The Agents Club notes:

At ease with children, animals and adults, Catherine finds a unique and delicate beauty in everyday moments. Her images range from pastoral scenes to intimate exchanges between family and friends. Predominantly working with natural light, Catherine’s photographs reflect a sense of authenticity; her observations are genuine and emotive.

Explore more of Catherine’s winning portfolio on The Agents Club site here. See more of Catherine Falls’ lifestyle photography here. 

[gotta-winwin]

Wahhhh so excited for vernon x reader!!!!!!

Can i request something like idol!jun x reader, i really miss jun 🥹🥹🥹 maybe reader is on another hybe group and him surprising him, or anything HAHAHAHAH

actor!jun x idol!reader headcannons

a/n: wasn't exactly like the prompt you gave, anon, but i hope you still enjoy! we're all in our missing jun hours sadly :(( but it feels nice knowing he's thriving in the element he loves.

your shared google calendar is a hot mess.

The two of you have busy work schedules, as you juggle upcoming comebacks, award shows, reality and variety filming, meetings with the higher-ups - the day literally never ends. Jun is the same, always trying to balance his filming gigs and promotional side quests. It’s rare for the two of you to have a day off - let alone ALIGN your days together. Trust that your shared google calendar is a battlefield filled with colorful agendas and very minimal white space. 

bad wifi is your everyday lifestyle. 

Curse Jun and his gift of choosing acting gigs where their filming locations are always in the ass-crack of nowhere. You’re both well accustomed to facetime with spotty service, delayed speech and glitchy faces. It’s turned into quite the game, as you both attempt to screenshot the worst photo of each other possible, while still maintaining your own image and reputation. It’s a pain to communicate, constantly having Jun reply to something you had said minutes ago, but you two make it work. 

dating rumors are a joke. 

With both of you being well into the social media spotlight, you’re prone to many, many dating rumors throughout your career. It’s Ateez’s Mingi one day, then TBZ’s Haknyeon the next, Jun doesn’t even bat an eye at this point. He knows who he is at the end of the day - your boyfriend. On the other hand, it’s not the first time he’s gotten an earful from you about dating rumors with his pretty costars, although he knows it’s all in good fun. All it takes is one sweet sentence to get you to fold: “it’s you I’m coming home to lao po, besides, can’t you see how forced that kiss is? I kiss you with much, much more fervor than that.�� 

you see his friends more than you see him.

His friends run in the same circles as you do, all talented idols that often share your stage in performances. It’s funny to think you see them more often than you see him, although they’re always ready to tell you just how much Jun complains about your distance in their group chat, exposing you boyfriend to be the clingy lover he really is. They’ve aided you many times in sneaking away from your job to visit Jun, covering your ass so you can spend even just a couple hours with your boyfriend in China. 

planes and airports are the ideal date spot.

It’s not rare to have the two of you go on a “date” at airports, using the special time your schedules cross over to spend time with each other. The airport buffets become your picnics, the lobby fountains hear all your well kept wishes and the seating area has seen…one too many things. 

your jokes are the world’s jokes

Jun loves slipping little tidbits of your shared life into his work, nudging the writer of whatever project he’s starring in to add a couple lines referencing something only the two of you would know. He loves your shocked expression when the project finally airs to the world, his phone blowing up with loving texts as you swallow the idea that your lover has included you in his work. It’s just his talent - Jun somehow finds a way to bring you everywhere with him. 

your love is the world’s love

You would never admit it on camera, but most of your lyrics and songs are either written with or written about Jun. While everyone else is scrambling to figure out just how you do it, you and Jun can rest easy knowing it’s your shared secret, along with your secret romance. 

[myversacepyjamas]

I was talking to gina (@litsy-kalyptica) about the dan and phil dynamic and why i personally vibe with their content so much and it boils down to one thing:

They are not a couple that makes youtube videos, they are a comedy duo who love each other.

There are lots of content creator couples out there and most of them are very thoroughly not my vibe. Couple vloggers (a subset of family vlogger) are all over these days and always make me feel like a third wheel or unfortunate stranger stuck in the same row on the plane as the worst people imaginable while they alternate between filming and completely ignoring each other.

Dan and Phil have this wild and incredible life that is very enmeshed and intertwined and it still barely touches their creative output compared to what your average van life couple or ttc couple or femme for femme lesbian couple who talk about eyeliner or blond christian cishets who got married at 17 show. These guys are out there on tour because entertainers go on tour. They write and produce their shows, they approach even a shared gaming channel as a creative endeavor, they lead with ideas, and when they do share their lives with the audience, it is because they've deemed that information either imperative, funny, or both. We know "open can" because it's funny, not because they are trying to sell us a smart bin by positioning themselves as lifestyle influencers or couple goals. They're accomplished comedians, video producers, performers, voice actors, radio presenters, entertainment correspondants, bestselling authors, they've gone on multiple world tours, won awards, been on red carpets, and they love the fuck out of each other. I know some people recently have been saying we should know less because they make more blatant homosexual and self-referential jokes but man, we dont actually know *shit* compared to the chronic oversharing of people like shane and ryland.

And you know what? I love that. Hats off to Dan and Phil, can't wait to see another corner of an unidentifiable room in your house sometime. Congrats on 15 years of collaboration and being in a polycule with nord vpn and dragon city.

[lighteyed]

safe / steve harrington

summary: nowadays parties kind of freak steve out, but you’ll make him feel safe again, don’t worry.

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steve doesn’t really party anymore.

occasionally he’ll have a few drinks, but there was a certain time when he was considered the party king of hawkins and nowadays he feels completely and utterly disconnected from that era of his life, having grown older and (sort of, maybe?) wiser, concerned more with his job, you, his girlfriend, robin, his best friend, and the hoard of children he’d unwittingly taken to looking out for somewhere along the way. he didn’t really have a reason to party anymore, and when you went out, still a senior in high school, a year younger than him, he would reject your invitations to come. he’d pick you up after, make sure you were home in bed safe, stay the night if you wanted him to, but you never got too drunk regardless. a few drinks and that was your limit. steve doesn’t mind. he’s just not a partier anymore, he tells you, insists on it, really, that he’d rather stay home, he’s grown out of that lifestyle, he’s moved on.

(but mostly he stopped partying after nancy wheeler told him their whole relationship was bullshit when she was shitfaced at tina’s halloween bash and steve hasn’t really had the courage to drink or be around people who are drinking ever since. especially you.)

you’re about to graduate, though, and steve knows he can’t miss it, miss one of the biggest moments in your life, where all you want is him there having fun alongside you, the person you care about most in the world. he’d be a shitty boyfriend if he did that, and steve harrington was a lot of things, gorgeous and funny and loyal, to name a few off the top of your head, but he was not a shitty boyfriend. not to you, not ever. he would sacrifice himself for your happiness ten times over if it meant you’d smile at him. if he had to brave the party scene again, he would. even though it kind of terrified him.

yeah, seeing you this drunk definitely terrified him.

he’s been nursing the same drink, only his second, and he was barely halfway done with it, for almost forty minutes now, lingering in the background of the room, watching everyone else have a lot more fun than him. he’s still enjoying himself in spite of that. he likes watching you shine, and boy do you. he forgets that being out of high school a year now means he rarely has a chance to see you in your element, popular, everyone adoring you, wanting you in their polaroids, congratulating you on the awards you’d gotten during the graduation ceremony, loving all the same things steve loves about you (not as much, he asserts to himself, never as much).

he sees you down your fourth jell-o shot and shakes his head with immense fondness. you’re going harder than usual, maybe because he’s there with you and you feel safer and more carefree in his company. you look over at him, beam and wave, and he does it right back, taking a small sip of whatever is in his hand (he’s not 100%, but who really is at a high school party?).

“stevie!” you wrap your arms around him, your eyes big, your voice a little silly from all the drinks you’ve had. even in your drunken haze you still think he’s hung the moon. “have another drink, baby, we’re walking home tonight,” you gesture for someone to come bring you another one for him but he gently pushes your hand back down.

“don’t worry about me, it’s your night, i want you to have fun,” he kisses the top of your head. you smell vaguely like your jell-o shots, that artificial strawberry scent like stomach medicine, but not in a bad way. it’s sweet.

“i want you to have fun with me,” you say, a little pushy, a lot drunk. he shakes his head again, still smiling. you mean well.

“i’m having fun, i promise, just not used to this anymore.” he squeezes your side playfully. “maybe chill on the drinks for a minute though, yeah? i don’t want you to get sick.” he plants another kiss on you, this time firmly on your lips, smiling against you when you gasp at the song that’s come on.

“aw come on steve dance with me,” but you accidentally tug on his hand holding the drink and he would’ve danced with you he swears he would’ve if you hadn’t gotten his drink doused all over the front of your shirt. “fuck,” you mumble, suddenly that weird mix of sober and drunk, your head fuzzy staring at the stain and steve’s head fuzzy with bad memories that make his breath bitch and his heart constrict.

“i’m sorry, babe, shit, come on, i’ll get you cleaned up,” he tries to steady his breathing as he walks you, stumbling and blurry-eyes, to the bathroom, don’t panic don’t panic don’t panic, but he hears it in his head. he hears all of it.

it’s bullshit it’s all bullshit you’re bullshit like we’re in love-

he shuts the door behind the both of you and you turn the sink on, and the flashbacks pulse behind his eyelids, and he keeps reminding himself to breathe. “i don’t know if it’ll come out, i’m sorry,” he spins you toward him, slow so you don’t get dizzy, and he dabs at the liquid squelching in your shirt, trying to soak some of it up. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he mutters, almost feverish, staring at you, at the stain, at the mess he’s made, the mess he always makes, the mess he can’t stop making-

“what’re you sorry for?” you say softly, still slurred, and when he meets your gaze he doesn’t see the emptiness he’s imagining, the coldness he remembers from the night so similar, he sees daylight. he sees love. “i pulled you too hard, my fault, ruined your drink,” you pull at your wet shirt and your movements are sloppy.

“not your fault, don’t worry,” he pushes your hair back from your forehead, sweaty from the heat of the party. mascara is smudged under your eyes. dingy yellow bathroom lighting doesn’t do anyone any favors but you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. smudged and sweaty and so pretty. “i don’t wanna ruin your night.” his hand comes to rest on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“you could never,” you balk at the insinuation. you take his face in your hands. he’s worried, searching your face for answers, for reassurance. “so pretty,” you smush his cheeks together. his face warms. “pretty steve.”

“alright, alright,” he laughs, uncharacteristically shy, swatting your hands away.

“i gotta tell you something. it’s really important.” you stare directly into his eyes. they’re so deep and brown you wanna kiss him before you tell him anything. but your brain wants you to say it. your brain insists you say it first. “it’s a secret, okay? so don’t tell anyone.”

the panicky feeling creeps in again, even though you’ve been sweet on him all night. his palms start to sweat. he nods. “a secret, huh? how secret we talking?” he plays with a strand of your hair, an attempt to appear nonchalant.

“biggest secret of my life,” you inform him, a look of seriousness on your face so intense he almost laughs again, and he would if he weren’t so nervous. the concentrated expression didn’t match the inebriated, slightly delirious voice coming out of your mouth, not for a second.

“okay, lay it on me,” he takes a deep breath. he hears the party continuing to rage on outside the little bubble he’s in. at least if it’s bad his escape will be quick and no one will notice.

you tilt his chin up toward you because he’s not making eye contact and you need him to see you when you say this. your mind is buzzing with it. it’s all you can think about. you lean forward and whisper, “i’m in love with steve harrington,” and then you lean back and laugh, giddy with the revelation. “did you know that? super in love. for real.” you lean in again. “don’t tell steve. if he’s not in love with me back i’ll be real embarrassed.”

he’s never felt such pure relief, flooding his entire being, lighter than he’s ever felt, happier than he knew he could be. “i won’t tell him, gorgeous, but you should know,” he leans in and whispers, playing along, smiling so broadly he can’t hide it for a second, “steve is in love with you, too, i heard it from him myself, so don’t worry your pretty little head about a thing, okay?” he pets your hair, his touches light and loving. he hugs you like that, his cheek atop your head. you’ve been dating awhile, almost a year, but you’d both been so hesitant to say it first, past experiences hindering either of you from being able to fully admit it to each other, not wanting to be hurt again, not wanting to be vulnerable. but here you were. it’s not like nancy. you believe in him and your love for each other and things are different now, things are safe.

“you’ll take me home now? so i can tell him?” it’s such a sweet gesture, he gets overwhelmed, his nose twitching with that feeling that he might cry. he feels lucky to be loved, and lucky to love you. lucky to maybe not loathe parties so much anymore.

“‘course, baby, c’mon.” he kisses your forehead, the tip of your nose, your lips. they’re soft and sticky and perfect.

he takes you by the hand and leads you out of the house after saying goodbye to your friends; he keeps your fingers interlocked the whole walk back to your house. when you’re cleaned up and in bed, a glass of water on your nightstand for when you wake up, you turn to him, reaching out.

“you’ll stay right?” he remembers a time where he never got asked to stay, never got to be in love properly. it feels far away now. he’s flushed with love from you now. he can put the past behind him.

he climbs in next to you, fresh from the bathroom. “can’t leave until i get to tell you i love you when you’re sober, now can i?” and your fogged up brain supposes he can’t.

[wandasreallover]

I don't need your help

Mother!wanda maximoff

Warnings: overdose,addicton, self-inflicted homelessness, glass child, kind of bad parent lizzie

The lights of the bustling city reflected off countless glass windows as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a glow over the streets where dreams were often hidden beneath the concrete. You walked through those streets, a shadow among shadows, your heart growing heavy with the weight of loneliness. Your mother, Elizabeth Olsen, was one of the brightest stars in Hollywood, yet you often felt like the ghost that haunted the crevices of her life.

It wasn’t that she was a neglectful mother; she had simply always been engulfed in her own star-studded world. Film after film, awards and accolades rolled into your home, but amidst the glitz and glamour, there was a hollowness that echoed louder with each passing year. Robbie Annett, your father, was often absent too—caught up in the whirlwind of his own dreams, a talented artist lost in a vibrant canvas that rarely included you.

In your early years, you clung to the hope that they would notice your existence, that they would linger a moment longer and ask about your day or share in the little joys of life. But as an only child with parents who were globe-trotters, you learned to wear invisibility as a second skin. The ache of loneliness began to pulsate inside you, growing into a desperate need for validation, for love.

Over time, as your teenage years progressed, you decided enough was enough. You felt the last strands of hope slip through your fingers. When the whispers of parents excusing their absence with work became a constant tide, you decided to abandon the ideaof ever being a functional family, instead you did what you thought was best and took matters into your own hands.

It was a cold night when you took that leap into the unknown. You slipped out of the sprawling mansion, its walls adorned with framed accolades and photographs of happy family moments you scarcely remembered,half convincedthey never happened. The city, with all its gritty charm, welcomed you with open arms,ones that in this moment appear warmer than your own mothers.

But that embrace quickly turned into a chokehold. Initially, you wandered the streets, seeking solace in nameless faces and fleeting friendships, but reality was harsh. Days stretched into weeks, and soon, you found refuge in a group of lost souls who shared your pain. With them came a dark seduction: the world of drugs. At first, it numbed the constant ache of being unseen, the crushing weight of invisibility—it offered colours where only grey had existed.

You fell deeper into that lifestyle, losing track of days and nights until time became a blur. You danced with danger, laughed with strangers, and spiraled down to depths you never fathomed you could reach. Friends became foes, and soon you'd lost them all to the streets—the very streets that had promised liberation turned hostile.

Your parents, largely unaware of your struggles, were caught in the frenzy of awards season. They dazzled on red carpets and faced cameras that sang their praises, all the while their child was fighting demons of addiction in the dark corners of the city's underbelly.

After years of existence in that harsh reality, the world you created shattered into chaos one awful night. You overdosed, the cool pavement of a forgotten alley becoming your cold embrace. It was a rough reality check, a moment of silence where the bustling sounds of the city faded away as you slipped into unconsciousness.

Days later, as the sun poured over the city once more, your mother found you. Elizabeth came rushing through the streets, a storm of frantic emotion, propelled by instinct and a desperate hope to reconnect. She had decided to take a break from her hectic schedule, yearning for a moment of peace after the buzz of her latest premiere. With your father by her side, they searched for you, calling your name into the ether.

When she saw you lying there, pale and still, all her world came crashing down. The applause from the audience faded into a deafening silence as she knelt beside you. The real-world noise faded, and all that existed was an overwhelming wave of regret. She touched your cheek, tears streaming down her face, for all the moments she had missed—the birthdays uncelebrated, the laughter unshared, the sadness left unheard.

In the seconds that felt like hours, you opened your eyes, the sun catching the tear streaks on her face, your mother's frantic exclamations blending with the sirens that wailed in the distance. The love that had been overshadowed by your invisible life suddenly ignited like a beacon amidst the darkness.

As the paramedics took you to the hospital, she held your hand tightly, whispering promises of support, of change, of hope—a promise to rewrite the story that had been marred with neglect.

The road to recovery was a long and arduous one. She spent countless days sitting by your side, sharing stories of her life with you, each narrative woven with love and a desire to understand the child she had taken for granted. Your father, too, joined this journey, his artistry now painted with the strums of tenderness and care.

In time, as you battled the shadows within, your family learned to be a unit again, to be present and to truly see each other. The crowded red carpets began to feel empty compared to the warmth of your mother’s embrace, the raw essence of moments spent with your father in the quiet, away from cameras.

Though the journey was long and strewn with challenges, you slowly rebuilt the bridges that time had eroded. Elizabeth and Robbie, once faraway figures, became your anchors—each conversation, each shared meal, and each tear shed together slowly rewrote the narrative that once threatened to trap you in eternal darkness.

With every passing day, you reclaimed your identity, stepping out of the shadows and into the light of possibility, knowing now that you were seen, you were loved, and you were no longer invisible. In that dance between shadows and light, you found hope—hope for a brighter future wrapped in the unbreakable bonds of family, even amidst the chaos of their stardom.

And so, you grew, not just as Elizabeth Olsen’s child but as your own person, carving a path that was uniquely yours, forever moving away from the darkness and towards the light.

A/n-this is a little bit of an autobiography but i didn't have a lizzie

[queenimmadolla]

Do you think some of Eddie peers are jealous that he’s got wife and 3 kids at home, sure Eddie feel into the rock and roll lifestyle but he didn’t let partying, groupies or drugs consume him, he’s got a loving wife and adorable kids waiting for him and they see that all of eddies love and devotion is for his family and music. Eddies just like “I do my job, rock out and go home”

Say he got invited to a big after party where he’ll party with Ozzy or Metallica but he declines because he just found out his kids are having their own Wrestler Mania back at the hotel room and he can’t miss that again

Or Eddie takes you to the party and y’all are getting approach and people like your relationship vibe and yall are getting hit on that you get both get a invitation to go to a “different party” in a hotel room and it goes over your head like “oh actually we aren’t staying long we gotta get back before the new Simpsons episode start”

Or when the band gets interviewed we see the kids in the background and the world gets to see Eddie being the best dad and loving husband. Every 80/90’s musician in the rock/metal scene are single, loves to party, and is reckless so Eddie was a change they weren’t expecting.

Sooo….You’re not gonna be very happy with me. Let’s go through this together and hopefully you wont hate me too much because it does get better.

Yes, Eddie’s peers do experience a little jealousy at the family he has, the constant love surrounding him—but he does succumb to the partying, drugs….and almost a groupie (THIS WILL BE TOUCHED ON MORE IN THE FIC IM PERFECTING, DONT THROW THE TOMATOES). He does his job, rocks out, and sometimes he craves reaping the rewards (drugs and parting and soaking it all in—not the groupies, that’s a related situation but not a part of what he craves) of his success. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, he gets caught up in it. And it eats at him because he also knows his wife and his beautiful kids are also a once in a lifetime opportunity. That’s what kicks his ass back into gear.

It’s a life that you enjoy sometimes, love being on his arm, at his side, watching him glow underneath all those flashing lights. That confident smirk on his face, he belongs. It’s completely his element, what you knew he was always meant to do. And for the most part, you love being his wife, the wife of a Rockstar. How he’s always ravenous for you, the way he handles you when he’s fresh off the stage—be stadium stage or a some big fancy hall stage for an award ceremony—the parties he takes you to, the material things, not having to work your ass off to survive anymore, not having to work at all. You hate how women literally throw themselves at him, constantly expose themselves to him (the amount of flashing is INSANE, you see more titties than you ever did in the girls’ locker room back in high l when you’re tucked under his arm) but he only ever has eyes for you (shhh, we’re not talking about the groupie rn, that will be explained and you will understand).

And sometimes, being the wife of a Rockstar is hard. The tabloids are relentless, he tours the world and you stay with the kids, he’s doing coke with his pals and their gals while you’re washing the dishes halfway across the world. He’s partying after tour nights, you’re reading bedtime stories. You’re the wife of a Rockstar alright, and while he doesn’t have a mistress, sometimes the world acts as one. Sometimes the world gets him more than you do and he forgets that. Sometimes you don’t want to be the wife of a rockstar. You just want to be Eddie’s wife.

He gets there though, he gets to the points you’re talking about. Maybe not all of them, but he doesn’t become that messy playboy the world wants him to be. Still looks like a bad boy, but interviewers always note in articles they write, about the toys lingering around the house. Empty spaces on the walls, tables and shelves that had no doubt held picture frames prior to the journalists’ arrival, he was intent on keeping every precious moment and memory with his family private and away from the vicious prying eyes of the public. It’s interesting for you to read, because the first thought of an outsider’s mind is maybe something along the lines of Eddie not being sentimental or ashamed of the family, when it’s the entire opposite.

He starts ditching parties early to go back home and party with his favorite people before their bedtime (and then party with you all night long), starts having you and the kids closer during his shows again (you used to come to a few when Corroded Coffin made it bring, would bring the kids, until the shows got even bigger somehow, rowdier and fans get invasive). its difficult, especially with having to wrangle Maple—but Eddie doesn’t mind it when she runs onto the stage. if he’s feeling particularly nice, he’ll share her with the crowd for a song—but not much longer than that. He’s stingy with his family, protective, doesn’t need people thinking they can throw their unwanted opinions about his own damn kids out there—he’s assaulted people over it. And that’s not to say he hasn’t flaunted all of you, either. Fame is such a bittersweet accomplishment, he wants to show you all off to the world and sometimes he does, but the world is not kind, so he’s gotta keep you close and away from the cameras. He struggles with the back and forth a lot.

Again, the media is not kind to him, even while watching him be a father. But a couple of years from then, when his kids are older, the media/internet/etc. will pull up the photos/videos of him from the past with his kids, being so tender and playful with them. Loving. And he’ll be properly appreciated by them then. The two of you will have risen to be one of Hollywood’s golden couples, by then too. Heavily romanticized—and they’re not wrong.

It gets messy, gets cleaned up, gets messy, gets cleaned up, stays relatively clean. That’s the late 90s and Y2K, baby 😎

[worldlifestyleawards-blog]

The Grand Gala Ceremony Date & Venue for World Life Style Awards is Announced

23 Nov 2023, Dubai, UAE - The anticipation is building as the prestigious World Life Style Awards gears up to honor and celebrate excellence in the field of Luxury Lifestyle. With the official announcement of the Grand Gala Ceremony date and venue, excitement is reaching new heights.

DATE: 08 DEC 2023

VENUE: Movenpick Grand Al bustan hotel, Dubai, UAE

The World Life Style Awards is renowned for recognizing the finest brands, individuals, and experiences that embody the epitome of luxury.The Grand Gala Ceremony promises to be an unforgettable evening, complete with an opulent red carpet arrival, elegant cocktail reception, and a sumptuous gourmet dinner. Esteemed guests will be treated to mesmerizing performances and be captivated by the allure of the luxury lifestyle world.

This exclusive event will bring together prominent figures, industry leaders, and influential personalities from around the globe, providing an unparalleled networking opportunity. It is an occasion for elite brands to showcase their achievements and for aspiring luxury lifestyle enthusiasts to gather inspiration.

It is a celebration of the pinnacle of luxury and an opportunity to recognize the visionaries who have shaped the industry. We invite everyone to join us for an evening that promises to be nothing short of extraordinary.

The World Life Style Awards is an esteemed platform that recognizes excellence across various sectors, including fashion, travel, hospitality, jewelry, automotive, and more. It honors those who have set the benchmark for luxury, pushing boundaries and redefining the meaning of opulence.

To learn more about the World Life Style Awards and stay up-to-date with the latest news and announcements, please visit: http://worldlifestyleawards.com.

Media Contact:

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About World Life Style Awards

The World Life Style Awards is a prestigious recognition platform that celebrates excellence in the field of Luxury Lifestyle. It acknowledges the brands, individuals, and experiences that epitomize the pinnacle of luxury across various industries. The annual Grand Gala Ceremony brings together the luxury industry, offering an exclusive networking opportunity and a chance to honor the visionaries who have shaped the world of luxury.

[pyuppy]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a fruitful legacy challenge ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Hey there, I'm finally finding more time to play the Sims again, and I wanted to make myself a legacy challenge to keep me engaged in a long-term save.

I wanted to publicize these ideas so that others who are interested can have a new legacy challenge to try out for themselves! ♡

This legacy was inspired by the not so berry challenge and sims in bloom legacy ♡ You'll have 10 generations of fruit-based heirs to play with.

Sorry, but this legacy is going to be VERY PACK HEAVY. (If you'd like I will take into consideration making a base game legacy)

General Rules:

normal or long lifespan (aging on)

you can only cheat money for the first-generation house, and it should be no more than 40k. (keep the idea of a starter)

you must complete all generations' goals before their death.

you can have sims move around to different worlds and lots. you do not have to live with your entire family all the time (unless stated otherwise).

infants and toddler traits should be randomized and only once.

you can use as many mods as you want to add events and other gameplay elements to your game.

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Generation One: Banana

You've come a long way. You just turned twenty-one and saved every cent you earned from part-time work in your teens. It's finally time to reset and start a new life in a new city/town. Unfortunately, you can only afford the smallest, oldest house in the area. You're still grateful, and don't let it affect your enthusiasm. You are determined to make the most of what you have.

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Traits: Cheerful, Childish, Loyal

Career: Part-time Worker -> Educator

Goals:

Max the Fishing, Cooking, & Parenting Skill

Work part-time while going to college to become an educator (professor or admin path)

Upgrade and renovate your house overtime to facilitate your lifestyle and family.

Have your first child while in college

Marry as an Adult in your backyard

Take your family out at least once a week until your eldest moves out.

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Generation Two: Pineberry

You watched your parents work pretty hard in life yet still found time to raise you actively. You have always been quiet and always enjoyed your alone time. During those times, you'd isolate in your room and play games. Soon enough, you taught yourself a bit about coding, and ever since, your curiosity has been boundless.

Aspiration: Computer Whiz

Traits: Socially Awkward, Geek, Loner

Career: Freelancer

Goals:

Max the Programming, Guitar & Gaming Skills

Program for money as a teenager to adulthood

Go to college but, drop out after the first semester

Maintain one friendship and marry them

Only live in apartments and decorate them monochromatic

Adopt one child (never have a biological child)

Play games with your child often

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Generation Three: Grape

After being adopted, there weren't many rules in your home. You used that freedom to skip school and travel to new places. In Del Sol Valley you became obsessed with the idea of fame and desperately wanted to act on screen! After barely passing high school, you move to Del Sol Valley with the little money allowed by your parents to seek fame, fortune, and maybe notoriety.

Aspiration: World Famous Celebrity

Traits: Self-Absorbed, Materialistic, Ambitious

Career: Actor

Goals:

Max the Acting, Mischief, & Fitness Skill

Date multiple celebrities to increase your fame

Only marry when you date a 5 star celebrity

Become a 5 star celebrity and win an award

Purchase a mansion

Have 3 children and name them after luxury cars

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Generation Four: Cherry

Being born into wealth and fame is hard on a child. Having the world's eyes on you at all times didn't allow you to have a normal childhood. Especially when your parents were more concerned about chasing money. The one thing you're grateful for is the huge kitchen your parents owned. You spent a lot of your time cooking and trying new recipes. Feeding your siblings and experiencing new cultures has inspired you to pocket some of your parent's money and move to a new city to open your own restaurant.

Aspiration: Appliance Whiz

Traits: Foodie, Creative, Perfectionist

Career: Restaurant Owner/Chef

Goals:

Max the Cooking, Gourmet Cooking and Baking Skill

Be at least lvl 5 cooking skill before moving out

Start your business through a food stand in your yard.

Start a restaurant with a consistent menu (Japanese, Seafood, Italian, Soul Food)

Marry one of your employees and have a child with them.

Have your child cook dinner with you every night.

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Generation Five: Peach

You loved animals all your life. You begged for multiple pets and fed strays with leftovers from your parent's cooking. Wasn't too long until you wanted become a veterinarian. You seek to learn how to care for all animals and own them all! Making your house a sanctuary for animals has become your new life's purpose. Soon enough, you take in a child as well.

Aspiration: Friend of the Animals

Traits: Animal Enthusiast, Cat/Dog Lover (choose one), Outgoing

Career: Veterinarian

Goals:

Max the Veterinarian, Horse Riding, & Pet Training Skills

Buy a large plot of land to grow into your Ranch

Adopt a horse and dog in the same day.

Take one of your pets to work everyday.

Own a horse, a dog or cat, fish and other farm animals.

Never marry and adopt all of your children.

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Generation Six: Lime

As your parent was working the Ranch and a veterinary clinic full time, you surrounded yourself with books during your time alone. You were gifted a computer for your 14th birthday and immediately started writing your own fanfictions about book series you adored. After some online traction you decided to make writing your full-time job!

Aspiration: Best Selling Author

Traits: Bookworm, Romantic, Slob

Career: Writer -> Freelance Author

Goals:

Max out the Writing, Handiness, Logic Skills

Live in a tiny messy apartment

Get a degree in Literature and Language

Create an ongoing book series about a supervillain.

Make friends within your career/degree

Date 4 men before finding "the one" (the 5th)

Continue to have children until you have a girl

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Generation Seven: Blackberry

Of course, you've read your parent's works. You have been heavily inspired by their main drama series. You want to be a "Ultra Mega Super Villain" just like they wrote about. The idea of having the world under your control is exciting enough! Can't be too hard!

Aspiration: Public Enemy

Traits: Mean, Kleptomaniac, Jealous

Career: Secret Agent (Villain)

Goals:

Max the Logic, Charisma & Photography Skill

Get a degree in Villainy

Live in campus for college

Steal to afford college

Marry an Evil sim

The basement of your house has to be used for your villainous activities

Have 3 children and name them after famous villains

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Generation Eight: Orange

Your parents were complete assholes; if anything, you don't even like them? As a teenager, you spend a lot of nights at friend's houses and don't like to socialize much with your parents. You grow an interest in the military and "secretive" government agencies. You quickly join the military after college for a chance to work in covert operations. Maybe even taking down your parents in the process?

Aspiration: Academic

Traits: Hot-Headed, Ambitious, Active

Career: Military (Covert Ops)

Goals:

Max the Logic, Fitness, & Programming Skills

Get a degree in Psychology

Play piano as a hobby

Become enemies with your parents

Uphold multiple relationships but, eventually be caught cheating

Have one child and raise them alone

Be a strict parent

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Generation Nine: Coconut

You hated your insanely strict one-parent household. You became a delinquent seeking trouble wherever you went. Always sneaking out, cycling through partners and even clubbing on the weekends. Immediately after graduating you couldn't help your extroverted partying nature. You quickly drop out of college and have to make a decision. Nightlife, or a successful career? Who said you can't do both?

Aspiration: Party Animal

Traits: Non-Committal, Lazy, Party Animal

Career: Mixologist

Goals:

Max out the Mixology, Mischief and Charisma Skills

Get all F's in your first semester of college

Visit the same bar/club you "work at" on your off days

Date one of the regulars and have a child with them

Rush into marriage a week after their birth

Live in a duplex/townhouse and have a bad relationship with your neighbors

Raise your child to be an A student

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Generation Ten: Blueberry

After You worked VERY HARD to get where you are now, You're in the position of going to any university you choose and on scholarship. You plan to make the most of it by becoming a doctor. Finally, you can help support your family back home and also have a self-fulfilling career to keep yourself inspired. The problem is that you've never had time to "live" until now? Can you juggle school and a social life?

Aspiration: Academic

Traits: Socially Awkward, Clumsy, Squeamish

Career: Doctor

Goals:

Max the Logic & Fitness Skills

Get your degree in Biology and then another (of your choice)

Maintain 2 good friends

Marry someone in a non-STEM career/degree

Participate in all university parties

Max the Doctor Career

Have all your children in the hospital

Have at least 2 children

[queenshelby]

Our Little Secret (Part 45)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Infidelity, Age-Gap, Triggers

A few days later, you flew to Los Angeles with Cillian, Mara and Cillian's mother to attend the Academy Awards, which was something you were both excited and nervous about.

You couldn't help but be nervous about the upcoming ceremony, where Cillian was nominated for Best Actor. It was a night that was sure to be filled with glamour, intrigue, and pageantry, but you couldn't shake off the feeling of insecurity, of not belonging in this world.

But Cillian was there for you, always comforting and supportive, reminding you of how beautiful and smart you are.

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"I don't know why I agreed to this," you told Cillian while clutching his hand just as the car pulled up in front of the red carpet. This was your first public outing with Cillian since the scandal about your illicit affair had broken just over nine months ago and whilst you had found your way together, society did not exactly approve of your somewhat controversial relationship with the 47-year-old. 

"It'll be fine. You need to trust me," he whispered in your ear confidently, as if it were just another date night for you and not the greatest gathering of Hollywood's glitterati. Deep down, you wanted to believe him but it was obvious to you that he had put on act, just for you, to calm your nerves.  He hated these events just as much as you did and knew how hard it was for you to adapt to this lifestyle with him.

"I should have stayed with Mara, Cillian. I never left her for so long, you know," you then tried to change the topic, talking about the daughter you had brought into this world together just under nine months ago, but Cillian simply chuckled. 

"Mara will be fine with my mum, at the hotel. I promise," Cillian assured you with a loving smile. "Despite, I really need you with me tonight," he paused, gently squeezing your hand. "I couldn't imagine being here without you, Y/N," he then finally told you as one of the red-carpet attendees opened the door for you both. 

"Don't you dare run off on me," you gasped, seeing all those intimidating photographers taking pictures of you both as he helped you out of the car, your white dress grazing the asphalt.

"I would never," he chuckled, playfully winking at you, as you bit back a smile, realizing that you were too easily flustered.

He then took your hand into his firmly, clearly showing the world that you belonged together and not a single soul would change that.

"Cillian, over here!" a reporter yelled out while, another, shorter woman with fiery hair, aggressively jumped in to get a good shot of you both. The molten sea of cameras around you ignited a varied assortment of insecurities you forgot you ever had. Suddenly, you were a ten-year-old girl again, your heart dancing under its master's feet set ablaze by judgement; but Cillian squeezed your hand gently, reminding you that you were a woman now—his woman.

A familiar warmth spread through your chest as his steely blue eyes fixated on yours. A silently brokered promise passed between you two: Survive this together.

The female reporter from earlier pushed her way to the front, locking her beady gaze onto Cillian with a voracious hunger.

"Cillian, how does it feel to be nominated as Best Actor for your performance in Oppenheimer?" she asked while you tried to back off a little, but Cillian would not leave you alone, holding you closer to him, showing the world that you both were together in this.

"It's a true honor to be nominated. I couldn't be more grateful. The cast, the crew, everyone really poured their hearts into the story, and I wouldn't be here without them. It was something unique and powerful," he responded, barely looking at the woman, but at you instead, trying to keep his focus.

"And I see you are being supported by your wonderful, young girlfriend tonight, making this your first public outing together. Is that right?" the reporter asked, curiosity sparking excitement in her voice as she studied you two intently. 

"Well, we do have a young child together, which makes it difficult for us to attend events like this as a couple," Cillian began to say while smiling at you intently. "But, especially tonight, I couldn't ask for more than her presence," he admitted, his voice dripping with sincerity as he gazed at you openly.

The intensity of his gaze made your stomach flutter: It was a look that held secrets, a silent vow. You squeezed his hand tighter now and were unable to keep the smile from growing on your lips.

Cillian then stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, causing you to disconnect from the chaotic dance unfolding before your eyes and connect to the feeling of being near him, a feeling that cantered and calmed you.

"Thank you Cillian, and good luck tonight," the reporter finally offered a soft smile before signalling to her photographer to take some more pictures. 

As you walked down the red carpet, a familiar pop song began to infiltrate your eardrums as you ignored the snippets of questions being hurled at both of you, creating a barrier between your world and theirs. Even with the nest of hundreds of reporters and photographers, the red carpet no longer scared you as it used to, especially when you had Cillian by your side, shielding you from the worst of it all.

Eventually, you both reached your seats, not too far from the front of the stage and Cillian introduced you to some of the actors and actresses he had worked with. You also met some familiar faces, like Emily Blunt and her husband John who both had a calming presence about themselves. 

The tension seemed to melt away as you chatted with them and, for a moment, you managed to forget all the critical eyes resting on you, fading into the background until it was time to be quiet for the opening speech.

As the ceremony commenced, you merely held hands with Cillian, giving his reassurance every time he gave yours. Despite the constant whispers and sly glances coming your way, you tried to embody Cillian's mantra, staying present in this moment and focusing on his unwavering companionship instead of the judgement weighing you down. For hours on end, you managed to simply enjoy the show and, when finally, it was his turn to shine, you clutched his hand even tighter. 

"And the Oscar goes to," the presenter announced, opening the golden envelope while, secretly you had been crossing your fingers for him all week long. "Cillian Murphy!" he then announced, making a-thousand-cameras flash simultaneously as your heart began to race uncontrollably against your ribcage. It was a strange feeling, this overwhelming sense of pride that flooded you, leaving you bruised and raw from the exposure.

Standing up simultaneously with Cillian, a big smile formed on your face as, quickly you caressed his face. "You did it!" you whispered to Cillian, hugging him almost desperately as he embraced you back, tightly. He then kissed the top of your head, taking a moment to soak in the gravity of his achievement as the crowd around cheered and clapped for him.

"Fuck," he gasped, still in shock, before stagehands began urging him to come forward and take his spot to accept the coveted award.

"Go on and give your speech," you chuckled, gently pushing him towards the stage while blinking away the tears threatening to mess up your makeup and, just before he took to the stage, he turned his head quickly to capture your lips for a fleeting second, leaving an imprint of adoration behind.

With shaking hands, he mounted the steps, greeted by rousing applause, and you leaned against the back of your chair, watching his every move as he accepted his award. 

"Fuck," was the first word that escaped his lips, causing the audience to laugh in response and his actor's instinct kicked in as he used his impromptu curse to deliver an exquisite speech that brought a tear to your eye. 

"I am clearly overwhelmed by all this. Thank you. Truly," he spoke, his voice shaky. "I first and foremost want to thank Chris Nolan and Emma Thomas for having faith in me and creating such a masterpiece. To the incredible cast, Robert, Emily, and the rest, thank you for teaching me so much about the craft. I can't believe I get to share a title with such incredible artists," Cillian said before his eyes drifted in your direction, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "And, of course, I want to thank my beautiful partner Y/N for supporting me through this in those last few months. You have pretty much been a single mother in the midst of award season, and I am so grateful that you are here with me tonight. To you, our daughter Mara and my son Max, I love you beyond words," Cillian said, his voice heavy with emotion, and it was then that your vision blurred with unshed tears.

He then proudly lifted his award into the air before humbly walking back to his seat, stealing a glance at you long enough to let you know exactly what he meant. 

"I am so proud of you," you whispered as he squeezed your hand again while, around you, murmurs originated from fellow celebrities congratulating him on his well-deserved win.

"This means a lot to me Y/N. Thank you for having been my rock those past few months," Cillian whispered back, his gratitude evident in the warmth of his touch. The intensity of his words caused your heart to flutter unexpectedly and, suddenly, everything around you became distant and muted.

Not too keen to attend the after party even following his success, when the show drew to an end, Cillian engaged in the necessary press engagements before suggesting that the two of you slipped away before everyone made their way to Vanity Fair. 

Together, you crept out into the night unnoticed, weaving your way through indulging crowds, gazing at each other, lost in all the nuances of the day that had unfolded—all the stolen glances between you both during the award ceremony, to the brush of his fingertips against your hand while trying to lead you through the venous crowds.

Eventually then, you arrived back at the hotel where Cillian's mother was watching Mara. She was already eagerly waiting your arrival and, as soon as Cillian walked through the door with the golden statute in his hand, his mother embraced him tightly. 

"I am so incredibly proud of you," she beamed while gripping his face, hardly believing her eyes. "Now you've got it all, a beautiful family and the biggest achievement of your career," she remarked, wiping a tear from her eye while looking at you and Mara.

"Thank you mum, and thank you for looking after Mara for us tonight," Cillian expressed graciously, managing a weak smile as he hugged her again.

Mara then squealed with delight, screaming, "Dada!" and you both looked at each other with great surprise.

"Did she just say daddy?" you gasped. You couldn't help but be utterly taken aback, finding yourself at a loss for words as you clutched Mara in your arms and buried your face in the nape of her neck.

It was the first time she had spoken and as you held her tightly, you couldn't help but feel a surge of love that coursed through your veins, rendering you dizzy.

You glanced up at Cillian as he stood there, flabbergasted.

"Dada!" she said again, reaching out for the golden statute jutting out from Cillian's grasp. He chuckled and carefully placed it away before picking Mara up and pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek.

"Hello Babygirl," he said, laughter dancing in his eyes, and the love in that moment was palpable between them, radiating with a warmth that touched your heart. "I missed you," he then said and your eyes welled up a little. It was moments like this that made you rethink the decisions you made several months ago and you knew that it was time for you to make another now. 

"I think maybe it is time for us to move in together now," you proposed to Cillian suddenly, as he looked at you with a gentle smile.

"It seems like two wins for me tonight then," he replied, taking your hand in his as Mara gurgled contentedly between you. He had waited for you to make this call for months now, ever since he first proposed it to you and now it was finally here. 

But, his excitement to move in with you was short lived when, once again, Amanda called him for the fifth time that evening and after many times the days before.

She was persistent to say the least and, eventually, you had enough.

"She can't be serious!" you said to Cillian who had been ignoring her calls and who had, apparently, told her not to contact him again. 

"Just ignore it," Cillian responded, squeezing your hand a little more affectionately than usual in an effort to reassure you. "It's not worth the worry."

But you couldn't let it go. No matter how much you trusted Cillian and believed in the strength of your relationship, you were sick of Amanda's interference.

"No Cillian. Enough is enough," you told him as you reached for his phone  and answered the never-ending stream of calls.

"Amanda, you need to stop calling," you said, trying to remain calm while Cillian tried to get the phone from you, telling you to give it to him.

"I need to speak to Cillian right now. It's important," Amanda  demanded, her voice trembling slightly.

You felt a twinge of pity for her, knowing that she was struggling to come to terms with the fact that Cillian had moved on. But you couldn't let her destructive behavior continue.

"I'm sorry Amanda, but you need to respect our privacy. Cillian doesn't want to speak to you," you said firmly but, before you could hang up on her, she revealed something to you that shook you to the core.

"I am pregnant!" she blurted out, and time seemed to stop for a moment. You exchanged a brief glance with Cillian, who couldn't hear you but appeared nervous nonetheless. 

"What did you say?" you asked Amanda, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I am pregnant," she repeated, her voice trembling with emotion. 

"Great, congratulations," you said almost sarcastically, not yet considering the fact that the child might be Cillian's. 

"It's his child, Y/N. It's Cillian's child," Amanda confirmed, her voice quivering. The words hung in the air like a leaden weight.

"It's been months Amanda. It can't be his," you told her, a feeling of disbelief washing over you while Cillian looked at you, still unsure what you were discussing with his ex, although by this point he knew that, from the expression on your face, it couldn't be good. 

"It is," she then surprisingly told you. "We slept with each other not so long ago," Amanda finally admitted, revealing to you that Cillian had cheated on you. 

As you stood there in a state of shock, Cillian took the phone from you and ended the call with his ex, still not knowing what she had said to you, but assuming the worst.

You couldn't help but feel like your world was falling apart as you looked at him, unsure of what to say or do next.

"You are so fucking disgusting!"  you yelled into Cillian's face, your hands shaking with anger while his mother looked at you, confused and worried at the same time. "How could you do this to me? To us?" you asked him, and he knew now that Amanda had told you about the fact that he had slept with her, while yet remaining oblivious to the fact that she was pregnant with his child. 

Cillian's face fell, his own disbelief palpable. "I can explain, I swear. It was a mistake," he 

choked out, looking at you with regret etched all over his face.

But you were beyond hurt and anger, your pain and disgust boiling up from within. "A mistake?!" you screamed at him, tears streaming down your face. "Goddammit, Cillian!" you yelled and he hung his head, unable to meet your gaze.

"I know, I know. I'm so sorry," Cillian repeated, his voice laden with guilt and, just as he tried to explain himself to you, you interfered.

"Well, I am done with us for good now, and I hope you are going to be happy with Amanda because, congratulations Cillian, you managed to knock up another one of your affairs!"  you cried, shouting the last part so his mother could hear too. She gasped at your words, her hand flying to her mouth in shock.

You then picked up Mara and stormed past Cillian, trying to blindly locate the exit. "I can't believe I was so stupid!" you muttered to yourself, your voice trembling with rage. But deep down, you were more hurt than angry. You had trusted Cillian openly, and he had betrayed that trust in a way that shattered your heart into a million pieces.

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[notesfromthepalace]

The Nara Smiths of this World

I'd like to begin with saying in no way, shape, or form, will I be bashing the beautiful Black woman, wife and mother, Nara Smith. I actually aspire to be like her.

I also prefer content and media (both digital and physical) that cater to the life I have been creating for myself:

Led by God

With a God-fearing man (soon to be my fiancé - then husband, God-willing),

As a wife and mother,

While having the time and ease to do things that bring me peace and happiness like basking in the sun, working out, creating dinner experiences, rolling in academia - simultaneously having a career with a lower tempo, hints my transition from one career field to another (another post for another day).

I love watching her content, especially all of the dishes she makes from scratch.

But what upsets me, are the Black women that make a mockery of her lifestyle and make the excuse like "who wants to be a traditional wife" or "ain't nobody got time for all of that" and people saying that her lifestyle is unrealistic.

Lets be real.

A lot of women who bash Nara Smith are jealous.

Nara Smith is a young woman who is also a model, married, with two children and a third on the way.

Besides being a model, what about my previous statement is unrealistic or unattainable?

"Well who makes everything from scratch like that?!"

Everyone outside of the United States of America, darling.

I implore all the women who read my blog to please travel outside of the United States. Everyone makes everything from scratch and not only is it healthier, it taste amazing.

My first experience in Europe was the Summer of 2017, as an intern at the University of Science and Technology in Bydgoszcz, Poland.

While interning, I also traveled to Germany and Amsterdam.

During my tenure in Europe, I walked everywhere, used public transportation (it was clean, on time and efficient if I may add), went to people's homes where they made their authentic dishes and simple ones from scratch - while simultaneously losing 15lbs, and not on purpose.

Making your desired entrees from scratch versus using products that are processed and already made with preservatives are better for your health. Not only do you taste the difference but you will feel the difference.

Back to the point of women being jealous of Nara Smith's more traditional lifestyle and leisure:

The unfortunate truth of this - speaking as a Black woman with real Black Women experiences - so many Black women are truly perturbed by Nara's choice to take the time to cater to her children, household and husband as she does.

I think most of this disturbance comes from the fact that as Black women, we're told from early youth to work so hard and earn so many accolades where we do not need a man/husband and to not submit to the idea of motherhood and marriage until you receive every possible degree, award and accomplishment - which turns into us working just as hard as men to achieve a certain status, settling down in our mid 30s, yikes!

I have recently transitioned from one career field to another due to my desire to not only become a wife, but a mother.

But not an overworked wife who does not have time to cater to herself, household and husband, but a mother who has the time to be as hands-on as possible, make dinner, be a part of the Parent Teacher Association (PTA), etc.

This was my reality as a child. My parents were married; My father had a career that pulled him away sometimes but he was providing a comfortable life for my mother, sister and I. My mother chose to have an at-home daycare so she can make my sister and I breakfast in the morning, be home to receive us after school, help us with our lessons, and put us to sleep. She was intentional with her career choice so she could cater to herself, take care of her home and her family.

And there is nothing wrong with a woman choosing to still work to have some independence, but choosing a career that is not as demanding that she sacrifices her family for it.

I brought all of this up due to conversations I had with women in my previous line of work who tried to convince me that I could "have it all" as they like to say: meaning that I could have the demanding career and title, be married, and have children.

Anyone who knows me personally, knows that I am extremely observant. During the last four years in my career field, I paid attention and listened quite carefully to the women who had children in both orthodox and unorthodox manners. The women who were married, with a child or children said all of the following:

"There was a time I spent a year away from my child, leaving them at three months of age."

"I was on my feet working just to go home and still be working."

"I got divorced because he couldn't understand that I wanted a certain level of success and being at home would not push me towards that goal."

"I don't even have time for myself."

"I have missed so many important moments."

Mind you, there's more. And I'm not saying that you cannot be married, with children and have a demanding career. I just believe it is irresponsible for older career woman to perpetuate the narrative that you can have 100% of everything all at the same time - when it's not true. Something or someone is going to be neglected.

So when I chose to transition out of my previous occupation, all of these women kept trying to persuade me to stay, but then I looked at their lives, it was not what I wanted:

Woman 1: Divorced with a boyfriend, three children (two different fathers) - spent months at a time away from her children, struggles with being feminine; Top of the food chain at work.

Woman 2: Married closer to 40, one child, lives a flight away from her husband to keep her demanding career, spends weeks away from her son.

Woman 3: Divorced, two children, sleeping around (with people we know) and the joke of our department, falls in love fast, one son has joined a gang, ex-husband is in-and-out of jail; Has worked for our organization for 15 years.

Woman 4: Left her newborn after two months to take a position in another country for a year, marriage suffered tremendously, also another "big dog" for the organization.

Now, as a woman who wants the lifestyle I already described in the paragraphs at the beginning of my piece, are these stories that I would want to emulate?

ABSOLUTELY NOT!

I won't go as far as saying that this is every woman's reality who has a demanding career, but even the women who stay married and have children have also told me that their marriage suffered tremendously and there is a closeness they lack with their children.

And again, that statement is not for the totality of working woman, but it's a shared experience of most.

When I told multiple women that I am ready to be a wife and a mother I was told I would regret it.

I don't and I won't.

I've had a job since I was 16; I have dated, traveled, lived in the city and suburbs on my own, and my truest desire is to live a life of leisure and peace, with my future husband and children.

So, for the girlies who are ready to settle down, leave the busy careers behind, do it!

Side bar - I just turned 26, I want to have my first child before 30 (and after I am married of course).

And do not, I repeat, DO NOT allow people's opinions, especially your Black female peers (it is what it is), to dissuade you from the lifestyle you truly desire, because they are the same women who complain about how miserable they are because of their choices, and misery loves company.

Choose your family, choose love, choose yourself.

With Love,

Sarah Chanel

[hakkasm]

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[Comic] Mafia Sitter

I started writing in mid-January to submit to the Global Comic Award 2024 and finally completed it. Continuing from there is a long feedback.

The working time is two months for the main text and two weeks for the cover. Around January 11th, I received a DM from a friend saying, "There's a contest like this," and thought, "The deadline is the end of March... it's impossible for me (I've never drawn a completed comic before)." But it's a comic contest aimed at the world... My art style is only recognized in this contest... I couldn't ignore this contest. I was in the middle of making another piece, but I interrupted it, and I was full of anxiety about whether I could draw a comic in just two and a half months. However, the thought, "Instead of worrying, I should act quickly," came to my mind, and I started writing from January 13th, changing my mindset.

I spent 1 day on the script, plus 1 day typing the dialogue, and started the "completed 1 page per day" lifestyle from January 16th.

The goal was to complete 45 pages, but at the plotting stage, it was about 56 pages. When I actually started drawing the manuscript, the planned page allocation didn't match, and the total number of pages increased to 65. (I learned the importance of page allocation.) At a pace of 1 page per day, I wondered if I would make it by March... (I'm easily bored, I didn't think I could do 1 page per day.) So, I rearranged my schedule to make 3 pages on weekends, which would give me some leeway. This idea turned out to be a big success.

As a result, I achieved 1 page per day and was able to finish drawing all the pages by early March, leaving the remaining time to work on the cover, which is like the face of the comic.

Since I work as a company employee, I had to finish work by 8:00 p.m. to make time for the manuscript, which was a daily pressure. There were times when I finished the manuscript at 3:00 or 4:00 a.m. on weekdays. I fell ill. At that time, I felt like giving up. (On the day I fell ill, I slept for about two hours and resumed manuscript production after my condition improved a bit.)

It was truly a life of "pushing myself to the limit", but accomplishing it gave me confidence. 'Oh, I can make a 65-page full-color comic in 2 months.' It became an advantage for me. (I don't want to push myself like this anymore, though... haha.)

Thank you for participating in the survey for the title logo! The survey results leaned towards the left logo. While the left logo was packed with concept, its font style and thickness varied, resulting in imbalance when aligned in a row and making it difficult to use in monochrome. If the left logo had overwhelmingly won the votes, I would have chosen it. However, since the right logo also received a considerable number of votes, I decided to adopt the right logo.

Now all that's left is to see the results on Global Comic Award. I'm really aiming to win. Both the script and the art are amateur-level when viewed separately, but I balanced them out to make them good enough.

It's my first comic work... I really want a lot of people to read it! *If enough people like the comic and want to get a copy of the comic book, I can make and sell it:)

[nicohii]

Actor Nicholas! Whom you have been bestfriends with because there isn't much kids in your countryside neighborhood. He tells you that you can laugh now when he tells you his dream of becoming an actor because his parents did. Acting isn't a profession it's a hobby they tell him. 

Actor Nicholas! Whose eyes light up when you tell him it's not and that you believe he'll be a good actor and that he'll make it to Hollywood.

Actor Nicholas! Who started auditioning for small roles in high school, and your his number one fan / makeup artist / makeshift manager hauling his wardrobe in the back of your dad's old car and driving him around his auditions, squeezing his clammy hands before he goes because he is nervous. 

Actor Nicholas! Who tries to pretend he handles rejection well and hiding it in a teary smile and you tell him, whatever happens you are his number one fan. There will be other projects. 

Actor Nicholas! Who comes in your room screaming, waking you up because he just bagged a modeling gig. And you both jump and down in your bed. You both are screaming now. You drive him there and you celebrate with takeout in your dad's car. 

Actor Nicholas! Who moves to Hollywood because he has his first major movie. He has an actual manager now, an agency and an actual plan. He is over the moon and he promises to always keep in touch like nothing happened and you do too. You hold your tears in the airport. 

Actor Nicholas! Who now wins awards and Oscar's;  you've seen him in the Met. You watch the shows with his family. You pretend as if you still talk but really, you don't talk much anymore. It's fine, he's busy you suppose. You pretend you don't see the way his family looks at you when he is shown with his pretty date to the galas and awards. He is big on gestures, kissing them on screen. They change though, every two months. 

Actor Nicholas! Who builds a sort of playboy reputation. A fast paced lifestyle of fast cars, night life -- what did you expect? He had a face of a man's man. He endorses alcohol brands. He endorses the cars. Women and men alike are attracted to him. 

Actor Nicholas! Who reaches out to you. Because he says he needs a "breathe of home". Technically it's his manager that reaches out, but he worded it in a way of making you know he needs you to take one for the team. Nicholas needs you. His manager has sensed the  buried feelings fortified through time. They know who you are in his life, they know your history from Nico's stories when he was a rookie. He speaks about your before until he slowly didn't, but they won't tell you that. So you take the flight. 

Actor Nicholas! Who has aged without both of you knowing, he has a stubble now. Tanned skin stretched on his 6 pack and biceps, he hugs you like nothing changed. Tight . You have changed too. He is in his pajamas when he opens the door, his eyes are surprised, then it glints and sparkles and before he knows it he is tackling you into a hug. He feels like he is a teen again and he breathes you in. 

He tries to bring you in his world, but has a great way of hiding your identity from the press. He takes you to the lifestyle he is in and asks what you have been up to. You tell him but get shy with the reaction he gives. He has come far and you're still there. 

Actor Nicholas! Who still takes his on-screen girlfriend to events while you are left wondering by yourself through the city and run into one of your old classmates. They tell what are you doing here and that resonates even after he has come home, what are you doing here? 

You realize that you have loved, you still do, love him. But you don't like what he has become. You don't belong here. You can't handle the fame, and he is doing better now, so you decide to tell him you're going home. He is hurt, he doesn't know why, but he lets you anyway. 

Actor Nicholas! Who for some reason, was the one who brought you to the airport. You thank him, you hug him. But never kiss him... Nor did you ever look back when you went in. 

Actor Nicholas! Who realizes this is what you must've felt when he left. He leaves the airport and goes home feeling... empty. His 2-month relationship just ended so what? He's at the peak of his career. His movie and series just hit number one in the charts, he's practically swimming in royalties. Time is at his side.

 "You know... It's been a while since you went home don't you think? " His manager asks absenmindedly one time. It's with intent and knowing but does not explicitly tell him what to do. They have that method, trying to get Nico to use his brain until he comes up with his own plan.

 Actor Nicholas! Who takes a break, books a flight, and drives straight to your door step.

[pinkslipxox]

hi babe!! i was wondering if you could write a fic where miko and reader are in a fake relationship for publicity but they both end up falling for each other in the end?

Hola mi amor! Yes ofc! Hope you like it 💕

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You needed the money. Miko needed the publicity. The gist? You had to pose as her girlfriend for a year. The contract details were simple— You would appear at Young Miko's concerts, attend red carpet events together, and post adorable couple photos on social media. At first, you were hesitant but considering the amount of money you were going to receive, it was an opportunity you knew you couldn’t pass up.

Your lifestyle changed overnight. For better or worse, you couldn’t decide. The world that you stepped into filled with lights, cameras and fame almost felt unreal. Your daily schedule consisted of public appearances, red carpet events, and scripted social media posts. Criticism— both positive and negative— about you two circulated everywhere, yours and Miko’s every move watched by fans and haters alike. However, behind closed doors, a different story began to unfold.

As weeks turned into months, the lines of your faux relationship began to blur. You and Miko created a bond, one that was forged through late-night studio sessions, unscripted meaningful talks, and whispered confessions about your fears, your hopes, and your dreams about the future. You even found yourself looking forward to “public outings” with Miko for the sole purpose to be by her side.

You had fallen in love with her.

Something you’d never thought would happen.

And deep down, you hoped that Miko had fallen in love with you, too. The chemistry was hard to deny. It would be a sin to do so.

One evening at an awards event, you couldn’t take it anymore. You were waiting for Miko backstage while she was giving her acceptance award speech, your nerves imposes to ignore. When Miko got off stage, you embraced her, holding her a little longer than she anticipated before you intertwined your fingers with hers and led her to a secluded part of the venue, away from the cheers and applause from the audience.

“Miko… we need to talk,” you began, your voice steady yet hesitant. “I didn’t except to… care for you like this. This—“ You gestured between yourself and her, “feels real. And I can’t be the only one that feels that way.”

“I do, Y/N,” Miko confessed without hesitation as she took a step closer, her eyes locked with yours, glowing genuine care and tenderness. “Yo no quería admitirlo pero… siento algo más profundo para ti, Y/N. I want this to be real, with you.”

“Then let’s make it real,” you murmured with determination as your arms wrapped tightly around each other. “No more games.”

“No more games,” Miko vowed as she gently gripped your chin and closed the small gap between you two.

The kiss was soft, gentle, sealing your fate as a couple. No more fake smiles or scripted captions. Just the two of you, in your own perfect, unique reality.

[blimbo-buddy]

hey. Thoughts on darkstripe and longtails’s relationship as mentor and apprentice? I think it TOTALLY should have been explored more, esp bc Longtails’ first apprentice dies so Badly…

I think it's pretty overlooked when it comes to art/animations/stories about it. I like to attribute one of the many problems in their dynamic towards the fact that the two were way too young for their rank

I like to think that DarkStripe was made a warrior a little earlier than normal, while LongTail was made an apprentice (and then warrior) as early as well. They were both gullible children who listened to their previous mentors about the law of the Clans and to uphold the most amount of loyalty and pride towards your home, even if it means talking down to those who don't share the same lifestyle as you.

The entire line of mentors and apprentices was one plagued by jingoism, blind loyalty, awarded violence and total acceptance of your community and of Starclan, no matter how bad it gets. From ThistleClaw, to TigerClaw, to DarkStripe, to LongTail. It was a neverending cycle of early societal development when they weren't ready yet.

And the things that LongTail learnt from DarkStripe carried over to SwiftPaw, blind loyalty, eagerness, pride, impulsivity to resort to hands-on action. It's what got SwiftPaw mauled to the point of being unrecognizable as a cat. Bits of him on the tree, covering the ground, a little bit over there in the bushes. I think when it all clicked to LongTail, his entire world just. Shattered.

He slowly bettered himself, he tried as best as he could, y'know. Watching DarkStripe - His mentor, his best friend- be exiled after feeding SorrelKit deathberries, it made his heart sink and his head ache, he mentally grasped out to DarkStripe like a kitten reaching out for a string. But the only time he was able to finally, after all of this time, reach out and finally get a grip on DarkStripe, he felt only cold flesh and blood-dampened fur, a gash over his throat from GreyStripe's killing blow. The roar of battle around him deafening any thought he had in that moment.