#and she was at boston AND at camden

[spacetrashpile]

everyone who's excited about pavlove tonight needs to thank motleydilettante on tik tok for her service because she is almost certainly the reason w.a.m.s got played in boston and pavlove got played tonight. thank her for this and for her spreadsheet.

[murderousginger]

If you feel inspired what about the prompt "Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close." with Alfie??

Lee - I hope you like it. I would have gotten it up yesterday, but we had a 6-hour round trip for family for Easter. Thank you for the prompt! It definitely inspired me. ❤️

Tommy Shelby liked to know things. Whether it was to use to his advantage or to pocket away for later, he always wanted to know.

Alfie Solomon was a wildcard at best. His erratic alliance kept Tommy on his toes, always looking for an edge. It burned him to not have Alfie figured out. Alfie would just as soon choose another ally and leave Tommy in a pool of his own blood, so any small tidbit could be the information that keeps Camden town's leader on his side.

Tommy could not find Alfie's pattern. He had fought in the war. He was tied to his community through his faith, and he had one rule that never changed, no matter the job.

"Stay the fuck away from our women, yeah?" Alfie always said. "They're off the fucking menu."

At first, Tommy thought it was remnants of old decency left in the man. A man who had a dash of chivalry left even if he took it upon himself to perform stigmata on an Italian. But the more Tommy watched Alfie, the more he began to question whether the man had chivalry at all.

Alfie didn't specifically attack women, but he didn't shy away from plans if women were there and could get hurt. Epsom taught Tommy that.

Perhaps it was faith. Alfie didn't want his men to lose options to marry by losing women to men who did not share their values. But Alfie had no problems looking at a pretty woman as she walked by. Alfie did his best not to stare, but no business kept his eyes from a beautiful woman.

And then he found the reason. Tommy didn't have a purpose, but he had to let Alfie know that he knew. That he was the only one that knew. It burned him not to.

"What's the meeting about, Tommy boy?" Alfie asked as he collapsed into the chair on the other side of Tommy's desk. "I was told I had to come all the way to hell, right? To the hell that is Small Heath, to see you about an offer I couldn't resist. What's the offer? Are you signing your businesses to me after all, as such a good friend would do."

"I've got an American contact for you," Tommy said, leaning back in his chair with his hands clasped on his chest. "Might be able to get your rum to Boston."

"Well, where is he?" Alfie said, dramatically looking around the room. "Hide him under your desk?"

Tommy tapped the button on his desk. "Now, Lizzie."

Alfie raised an eyebrow as he looked over his shoulder, and all color left his face.

"Hello, Alfred." She said in the same light, airy voice he still heard in his dreams.

"Doing his business now, are you?" He said softly, but there was no fire in his voice.

His eyes were trained on her like she would disappear if he blinked. He drank her in.

She floated in a flowy embroidered dress, her headscarf a bright yellow with birds on it. She always loved yellow. Alfie gulped.

She sat in a chair beside Alfie, her hands shaking on her lap.

"I've been told you need friends in America to sell your rum," she said, a smile forming at the corners of her mouth. "What are your agreements?"

Alfie licked his lips before looking from her eyes to her hands, where a gold ring shone brightly, hurting his eyes.

"Still married to the wop, then?" He asked hoarsely. "Where did Tommy find you? Fuck."

Alfie winced.

"Shit," he started, wincing again. "Ah fuck. I'm sorry. Um, I'm a bit rusty to be in mixed company."

They spoke logistics and bartered into an agreement. She kept her light voice and soft smile the entire time. Much to Tommy's surprise, Alfie's voice softened, and his normal erratic behavior vanished. Alfie was soft in ways Tommy would never dream possible.

Once they agreed, she reached out and took Alfie's hand for a moment, patting it before she stood up and left. The door quietly clicked shut as Tommy watched Alfie closely.

Alfie wiped his face before turning back to Tommy, eyebrows dropping to shade his eyes.

"Tommy," he growled. "I'm starting to think this was on purpose. How else do you dust off that big of a fucking skeleton from my closet?"

"She's a widow," Tommy said before taking a cigarette out and lighting it. "Keeps the ring as cover."

"What?"

Tommy inhaled, savoring Alfie's undivided attention and confusion.

"She took over when her husband found himself on the wrong end of a gun," he exhaled. "Keeps the ring as cover so they think she's doing her husband's bidding instead of her own."

Alfie swallowed. His mouth was dry.

"How did you find her, Tommy?" Alfie's voice sounded young, like all those years ago when she was in his arms.

Tommy wanted to remember every detail of Alfie. Every reaction, every slip of his mask. Every detail of his vulnerability. Tommy took a long draw of his cigarette. He almost felt bad. Almost.

"Love isn't soft, like those poets say," Tommy exhaled. "Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close."

[yuh13lo]

“Maine squeeze”

get it? Maine? (You will trust)

The Sturniolo triplets—Matt, Nick, and Chris—hadn’t been on a family vacation in years. So when their parents suggested a road trip up to Maine to escape the chaos of Boston for a long weekend, they jumped at the idea. With the promise of cool ocean breezes, seafood, and maybe some vintage shopping, it felt like exactly what they all needed.

They loaded up the van, playlists queued and snacks stashed in every corner, and hit the road. The drive was filled with the usual banter—Nick filming content for their vlog, Chris hyping up every gas station snack like it was gourmet, and Matt quietly soaking in the scenery, camera in hand, ready to catch aesthetic shots for Instagram.

Day 2: Camden, Maine

Their second day brought them to Camden, a coastal town with picturesque streets, old brick buildings, and quirky little shops lining the harbor. After a lobster roll lunch, their mom spotted a thrift shop tucked between a book café and an antique store. The sign read “Second Chance Vintage.” She immediately turned to Matt.

“C’mon, you’re coming with me. The others can go find coffee or whatever they do.”

Matt shrugged. “Alright, but if I find something cool, I’m calling dibs.”

He followed her in, the door’s bell ringing softly overhead. The air inside smelled like old records and leather jackets, with sun filtering through lace curtains. It was charming—cluttered, colorful, and full of stories.

Then he saw her.

She was rearranging a shelf of vintage cameras, her messy bun half falling out and paint smudges on her denim jacket. She looked up, caught his eye, and smiled.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “The cameras don’t bite.”

Matt grinned. “That’s a relief. Though I might still be tempted to buy one even if it did.”

His mom was already buried in a rack of 70s blouses, so he wandered over, pretending to examine a Polaroid. “You work here?”

“Guilty. Just for the summer. My name’s y/n.”

“Matt.”

They shook hands—awkwardly, adorably.

She ended up showing him some of the shop’s hidden treasures—an old vinyl of Fleetwood Mac, a Boston Bruins tee from the ‘90s, and a weirdly stylish pair of bell-bottom jeans he swore Nick would ironically wear.

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, moving from favorite music to worst thrift finds to whether Maine’s sunsets were better than Massachusetts’. Matt couldn’t remember the last time someone made him feel this at ease without a camera in his hand.

When his mom called from the back, ready to check out, Matt hesitated, then blurted, “You wouldn’t, uh, want to grab ice cream later or something?”

Eliza looked amused, then nodded. “Only if you promise to wear that shirt.” She grinned at his Winnie the Pooh shirt.

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That Night

They met down by the harbor around 8. She was nervous, but he made it easy. They shared a mint chocolate chip cone and wandered through the docks, talking about everything from their weirdest dreams to whether aliens exist (he thinks yes; she thinks they’re already here and probably shopping at Walmart).

He made her laugh so hard her stomach hurt, especially when he tried to convince her his brother Chris was secretly a cryptid.

At one point, he looked out over the water, then back at her. “This feels kind of like a movie, doesn’t it?”

Y/n nodded. “Yeah. The kind I wouldn’t skip the ending on.”

When they said goodbye that night, she gave him one of the old Polaroids from the shop—blank, unused.

“For next time you’re here,” she said.

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A Few Weeks Later

They kept texting. Not constantly, but enough. He’d send her shots from around Boston—graffiti walls, rain on the Charles River, blurry photos of his brothers being idiots. She’d send him thrifted oddities: a toy knight missing a leg, a neon windbreaker with someone’s name sharpied inside.

One day, a package showed up at the shop. Inside was a print from one of his Polaroids. It was of the two of them from that night—her looking at the camera, him blurry beside her, half-laughing.

On the back he’d written:

“You said it felt like a movie. Hope the sequel’s coming soon.”

She smiled, pinned it above the register, and waited for summer to come back around.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Jennie ~ Five Kings of Boston ~ Book Three

Pairings: Ari Levinson x OFC! Jennie Parker-Rogers

Welcome to Camden.

A sleepy town, a happy town. Except for when its King is not happy.

And Ari Levinson is not happy. The town knows that he is being forced to take a queen. But what will the cost be to have a grumpy king, a reluctant queen and a danger from within?

Welcome to Camden, where nothing is as it seems.

Warnings: mob like story; arranged marriage, murder, smut, kidnapping, abuse (but not by either MC)

Ari I am well and truly fucked.

I am forcing myself not to stare at the goddess seated next to me. Jennie Rogers was supposed to be bratty, conceited, self absorbed. She is none of those things.

She is demure, poised, beautiful, regal. She is a true princess and I want her.

But, I can't. I shouldn't.

She is already in enough danger, becoming my queen. But to have the world know that this girl could potentially have me on my knees is something I cannot risk.

Even if she looks like a dream.

Jennie

I looked around the walnut walls before I heard a sharp intake of air. My eyes moved to Ari. God, he looked so good. Black suit but an open collar, letting a peek of his chest hair through. His longer locks were brushed back but then he tousled them with his fingers. 

This is my future husband.

And he's gorgeous.

A/N: Welcome back to the the Five Kings of Boston world and meeting our next King and Queen. These will have just a few but long parts. I hope you like it. The tag list is open!

Chapters:

Winter // Spring // Summer // Fall //

Taglist:

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@slutforchrisjamalevans

@firephotogrl74

@tinkerbelle67

@before-we-get-started

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[sagehaleyofficial]

What is UP, my dudes? It's Tuesday again, which means it's time for another "#POSITALK with Sage Haley," a recap of all the top #poppunk related news of the week!

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HERE’S WHAT YOU MISSED THIS WEEK (3.12-3.18.25):

NEW MUSIC:

Måneskin vocalist Damiano David announced the details of his upcoming debut solo album Funny Little Fears, set for release on May 16. It includes the previously released singles “Born with a Broken Heart,” ��Silverlines” and “Next Summer.”

Common Sage released their latest single “Drown,” following the release of their album Closer To last year. The band is currently on tour, which started in Sacramento and wil continue through the end of the month.

Spiritbox released a video of their live rendition of “Fata Morgana,” taken from their recent sold-out Alexandra Palace show. They played London’s Ally Pally on February 13 in the run-up to the release of their sophomore album Tsunami Sea.

CHVRCHES’ Lauren Mayberry joined forces with IDLES frontman Joe Talbot for “Sorry, Etc, Etc,” an updated track from the former’s solo album Vicious Creature. The singer will be touring the United Kingdom starting this Thursday.

Sleep Token revealed the details of their upcoming new album Even in Arcadia. Set for release on May 9, it includes the new single “Emergence” and is their first album to be released through RCA Records.

Not Enough Space dropped their latest single “Devil Left Me on Read,” which they call their “heaviest release yet.” The band also stated they drew influences from Suicide Silence and The Black Dahlia Murder for the track.

The Callous Daoboys released the music video for their song “Lemon.” The song comes from their forthcoming album I Don’t Want to See You in Heaven, out everywhere on May 16.

South Arcade dropped their latest single “Supermodels.” It follows their previous single “2005” and in the near future, the band will be opening for Bilmuri on their United Kingdom tour.

A new Yungblud song will be released later today titled “Hello Heaven, Hello.” The track is notable for clocking in at nine minutes and six seconds in length.

TOUR ANNOUNCEMENTS:

Poppy returned to the talk show Jimmy Kimmel Live! last week for a performance of her song “The Cost of Giving Up.” She later announced a global livestream from her They’re All Around Us Tour.

Knocked Loose played an intimate show at London’s Camden Underworld last Friday night. The event, titled “A Special Evening of Violence,” was a warm-up show for their two other UK stops on their current tour.

You Me at Six announced a global livestream for their final-ever show as a band, taking place at London’s OVO Arena Wembley on April 4. The Final Night of Six Global Livestream arrives exactly 20 years to the day since the band’s first rehearsal.

One OK Rock will celebrate the release of their recent album Detox with a headline tour across the United Kingdom and Europe. The band will hit 16 cities this October with support from Paledusk, who is featured on the former’s song “C.U.R.I.O.S.I.T.Y.”

City and Colour revealed a special headline date at London’s Royal Albert Hall on May 18. The singer will perform in honor of 20 years of of his debut album Sometimes.

IDKHOW announced they will be embarking on a United States tour this Spring for six shows, including a festival appearance at Boston Calling. The run will kick off in Salt Lake City on May 17.

Avenged Sevenfold announced a new Latin American tour with support from A Day to Remember, Mr. Bungle, Poppy and Karen Dió on select dates. The tour kicks off in Buenos Aires on September 25 and ends in San Juan on October 14.

Fever 333 revealed their first headline run since last year’s cancelled world tour. Their West Coast tour will kick off in Portland on July 28 and ends in Las Vegas on August 9.

OTHER NEWS:

The Smashing Pumpkins’ classic 1995 double-album, Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness, will be turned into an opera. Frontman Billy Corgan announced they will celebrate the album’s 30th anniversary with the help from the Lyric Opera of Chicago.

Blink-182's Mark Hoppus revealed he will celebrate the release of his new book with a special event in London this May. His forthcoming memoir, Fahrenheit-182, is set for release on April 8 and he will appear at the Savoy Theatre on May 5.

The first wave of songs on the soundtrack to Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 3 + 4 was revealed. Bands to be included on the release are Turnstile, Motörhead and Alice in Chains.

The 2025 iHeartRadio Music Awards took place in Los Angeles last night, with Shinedown taking home two awards in the Rock category. Linkin Park also won for Rock Album of the Year and Green Day for Alternative Artist of the Year.

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Check in next Tuesday for more “Posi Talk with Sage Haley"!

[opera-ghosts]

Janet Spencer sings 'O don fatale,' recorded at Camden on 8 March 1911.

American contralto Janet Spencer had a successful career in concert and oratorio. Born in Boston, Massachusetts, she made her debut at the age of 16 when she appeared with the Boston Festival Orchestra, touring later throughout the United States and Europe. She was an intimate friend of Geraldine Farrar, encouraging Miss Farrar in her Met career. In early 1911 she recorded nine sides for Victor, eight of which were published on this label’s prestigious Red Seal series. Later in her career she gave voice lessons in Hollywood, California, where she died in 1948 at the age of 74.

In the memoir “I PLAYED THEIR ACCOMPANIMENTS” by Elizabeth Harbison David, she recalls Miss Spencer, apparently very much out of character, suffering a terrible bout of stage fright prior to a November 4, 1010 concert at Mendelssohn Hall.

Few singers now before this public have developed their art so rapidly and in so many of its exacting phases as Miss Janet Spencer, contralto, who gave a song recital yesterday afternoon at Mendelssohn Hall. It was an occasion that offered an altogether unusual pleasure on account both of the interesting program of songs and of the truly remarkable skill, versatility and fine artistic power with which she sang them. Miss Spencer’s admirable contralto voice has been well known in New York concert halls for a number of years now, where it has been heard chiefly in oratorios. In turning her attention to songs she has penetrated deeply into a form of art that is in certain respects more subtle and more difficult. Miss Spencer’s voice is well remembered as a peculiarly rich contralto which she uses with freedom and spontaneity of utterance and with excellent style in most of the fundamentals of production, and in such matters as the control of breath and phrasing. Her diction might be a little clearer and more polished than it is, though it is by no means poor. And there are occasionally heard traces of the tendency to shade off from the tune pitch that once marred Miss Spencer’s singing. But none of these are sufficient to impair seriously the great pleasure that her singing of songs gives.

She has penetrated into the secrets of many different styles, and she has an altogether uncommon aptitude of identifying sentiments and emotions of her different songs and of setting them forth in a vivid and characteristic manner that is one of the essentials of the highest art in song singing. She began with the splendidly vigorous air, “Et Exaltavit,” from Bach’s “Magnificat,” which she sang last Spring in the Oratorio Society’s performance of that work, and her singing imparted to it its true splendor and its vigor. Far from Bach’s spirit were two ariettas by Gluck, the caressing “On s’etonnerait moins” from “Armide,” and the delightfully arch little “Je cherche a vous faire” from an opera stated to be “Les Pelerins de Mecque,” (though its French title should be “Le Rencontre Imprevu,”) which she sang with most ingratiating charm. There was another sudden change of mood to Handel’s fiery “Furibondo spira il Vento.” It is not often given to this public to hear in Handel’s most rapid “divisions” such clearness, brilliancy, and apparent ease as was heard in Miss Spencer’s delivery of this air, which was splendidly vigorous.

Her Brahms songs were three that are of less known, though very beautiful ones, and also in marked contrast of mood, which she most aptly characterized. With these were consorted two truly fine and original songs by Henry Hadley, songs which Miss Spencer ought to be thanked for introducing here: “Stille, traumende Fruhlingsnacht,” and “Morgengesang.” The former, especially, is laden with the dreamy fragrance of the Spring night, a song full of atmosphere. There was special interest in five Russian songs by Borodine and Moussorgsky, of original and characteristic quality, characterisitic, rather, of the composers than of their nationality, though the Russian fondness for the Oriental strain was clearly to be heard in Moussorgsky’s “Chant de Josua Navine,” which Miss Spencer sang in what may be supposed to be the original Russian.

There was also to be heard his quaint “Chanson d’Enfant,” something of that influence that is said to have operated strongly in forming the style of Debussy. Bordine’s brilliant “Dissonance” Miss Spencer had to repeat. Her English songs were by Engel, Ware, Mallinson, and Heyman, and the “Beyond” by Engel showed what could be done after Debussy, as Moussorgsky showed what could be done before him.

[fuckyeah-jessicabiel]

Jessica Biel pour Eclat Magazine, Canada - Printemps 2003

FRENCH

AUX COTES DE Jessica Biel

Ex-vedette de 7th Heaven, Jessica est comblée : études supérieures, carrière en pleine ascension et un petit ami qui la dorlote.

Origines: Jessica est née au Minnesota le 3 mars 1982 et a grandi au Colorado. Elle vient tout juste de quitter l'Université Tufts de Boston pour poursuivre ses études en Californie où elle a acheté un condo.

Surnoms: Jess ou Jessie. Personne dans mon entourage ne m'appelle Jessica. C'est trop long et trop formel

Révélation: Le rôle de Mary Camden dans 7th Heaven décroché en 1996. (Désormais hors de l'équipe régulière. elle y fait quelques apparitions en tant qu'invitée.)

Où l'a-t-on vue? En adolescente rebelle dans Ulee's gold; la conquête de Freddie Prinze Jr. dans L'Amour à coup sûr; en étudiante sexuellement aventureuse dans Les lois de l'attraction.

Bientôt à l'affiche: En octobre, dans une reprise du classique Massacre à la tronçonneuse (1975). « Je suis fana de films d'horreur. Ç'a été génial de travailler sur ce projet. Le rôle et le tournage ont été les plus exigeants de ma carrière.

La proposition rêvée : jouer dans une comédie musicale à Broadway, comme Rent. (L'année dernière, elle figurait dans une production universitaire de Tommy.) *La musique a toujours occupé une place énorme dans ma vie depuis mon enfance. C'est ma plus grande passion.

Études: Aller à l'université n'est pas une question de diplôme mais, avant tout, une expérience. J'y apprends des choses que je n'aurais pas pu apprendre autrement. Enrichir mon esprit me rend plus forte..

"Quand mes cheveux m'ennuient, je change de couleur. Mais, je les teins aussi suivant les rôles. Pour l'instant, ils sont brun foncé et, dans quelques jours, je passe au blond."

Une peau superbe en cadeau : À l'âge de 12 ans, j'ai reçu de ma mère, à Noël, un ensemble de soins pour la peau. Je me souviens avoir pensé : "Me voilà une femme maintenant!". Je ne pourrai jamais la remercier assez de m'avoir montré comment prendre soin de ma peau. Aujourd'hui, je suis une vraie maniaque: nettoyant, tonifiant, hydratant, plus une crème pour le contour des yeux. Et j'applique tou- jours-toujours - une crème solaire pour la journée. »

Confidences : Mon petit ami (Chris Evans, la vedette de Pas encore un film d'ados!) a horreur du rouge à lèvres, alors j'ai adopté le baume.

Plein d'énergie : « L'exercice est un excellent antistress. J'ai l'impression de pou- voir me débarrasser de tous mes tracas si je me dépense à fond. Je fais du ballet tous les soirs-c'est épatant pour renforcer et étirer les muscles. Le jour, je cours dans Santa Monica, je-vais au gymnase ou je fais une séance de yoga bikram; j'adore ça!»

"Si vous êtes aussi fervente de la coloration que moi, il est important de revitaliser vos cheveux en profondeur. Une fois par semaine, je me couvre la tête de revitalisant que je laisse agir sous un bonnet. Parfois, je me fais donner un traitement professionnel."

Sport à gogo : J'aime presque tous les sports. Si quelqu'un joue à quelque chose, je le rejoins. J'ai joué au soccer pendant toutes mes études; j'aimerais bien faire partie d'une ligue adulte. »

Musique : « Je connais un tas de musiciens avec qui j'aimerais former un groupe. Je me fous de faire un tube vendu à un million d'exemplaires. Je veux simplement jouer de la bonne musique qui fait du bien.

Linge fétiche: Les maillots de corps pour hommes, blancs et très grands. Ça va avec tout.

ENGLISH

By the side of Jessica Biel

Former star of 7th Heaven, Jessica is fulfilled: higher education, thriving career, and a doting boyfriend.

Origins: Jessica was born on March 3, 1982, in Minnesota and grew up in Colorado. She has just left Tufts University in Boston to pursue her studies in California, where she bought a condo.

Nicknames: Jess or Jessie. Nobody in my circle calls me Jessica. It's too long and too formal.

Breakthrough: Landing the role of Mary Camden in 7th Heaven in 1996. (No longer a regular cast member, she made guest appearances on the show.)

Where has she been seen? As a rebellious teenager in Ulee's Gold; Freddie Prinze Jr.'s love interest in Summer Catch; and a sexually adventurous student in The Rules of Attraction.

Upcoming projects: In October, she will star in a remake of the classic The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1975). "I'm a horror movie fan. It was great to work on this project. The role and the filming were the most demanding of my career."

Dream proposal: To perform in a Broadway musical, like Rent. (Last year, she appeared in a university production of Tommy.) "Music has always played a huge role in my life since childhood. It's my greatest passion."

Education: Going to university is not just about getting a degree, but primarily an experience. I learn things there that I wouldn't have learned otherwise. Enriching my mind makes me stronger.

"When I get bored with my hair, I change its color. But I also dye it according to the roles I play. Right now, it's dark brown, and in a few days, I'll go blonde."

A beautiful skin gift: At the age of 12, my mother gave me a skincare set for Christmas. I remember thinking, "Now I'm a woman!" I can never thank her enough for showing me how to take care of my skin. Today, I'm a true fanatic: cleanser, toner, moisturizer, plus an eye cream. And I always, always apply sunscreen during the day."

Confession: My boyfriend (Chris Evans, the star of Not Another Teen Movie!) hates lipstick, so I've switched to using lip balm.

Full of energy: "Exercise is an excellent stress reliever. I feel like I can get rid of all my worries if I exert myself. I do ballet every night—it's great for strengthening and stretching muscles. During the day, I go running in Santa Monica, go to the gym, or have a Bikram yoga session; I love it!"

"If you're as passionate about hair coloring as I am, it's important to deeply revitalize your hair. Once a week, I cover my head with conditioner and let it work under a cap. Sometimes, I get a professional treatment."

Sports galore: I love almost all sports. If someone is playing something, I'll join in. I played soccer throughout my studies; I would love to be part of an adult league."

Music: "I know a bunch of musicians with whom I'd like to form a band. I don't care about creating a million-selling hit. I just want to play good music that feels good."

Favorite clothing: Men's white undershirts, oversized. They go with everything.

[lboogie1906]

Tasha Smith (February 28, 1971) is an actress, director, and producer. She began her career in a starring role on Boston Common, and she appeared in numerous movies and television series. She was born in Camden NJ and has an identical twin sister actress Sidra Smith.

She has appeared in the films The Whole Ten Yards, Daddy’s Little Girls, The Longshots, Couples Retreat, Addicted, Playas Ball, ATL, and Jumping the Broom. She starred as Angela Williams in Why Did I Get Married?, its sequel Why Did I Get Married Too?, and on the television series based on the movies, For Better or Worse. She began a recurring role as Carol Holloway on Empire.

She made her acting debut with a small role in the comedy film Twin Sitters. She starred in Boston Common. She was cast in The Tom Show. She had a supporting role in The Corner. She had guest-starring roles on The Parkers, Without a Trace, Nip/Tuck, and Girlfriends.

She made her directorial debut with the short film Boxed In, which premiered during the 19th Annual American Black Film Festival. She directed the television film When Love Kills: The Falicia Blakely Story, based on a true story. She directed an episode in Tales. She worked as Mary J. Blige’s acting coach for her role in Mudbound.

She appeared in Dolemite Is My Name and starred in Good People. She directed episodes of Star, 9-1-1, Black Lightning, Big Sky, Our Kind of People, P-Valley, and Bel Air. She directed The Black Mafia Family. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence

[looosey]

Literary London: Camden

As I emerged from the Underground, or tube, as the subways are called here in the UK, at Camden Town station, I noticed the urbanity and grunginess of the streets around me. Grey concrete, grey skies, the grey smell of dank mildew and the yellow acrid whiffs of urine. Amelie and I were in the middle of a busy-ish intersection, where all the buildings were squat, three story max, and inhabited by stores, restaurants, and tourist shops of varying decay. Noticeably there were multiple Blank Street coffees, which were all clean and new near the station, just like the one near the Harvard Square station in Boston. A sign of familiarity and civilization, which was comforting because I was off to a rough start here in London: my bags had been delayed with British Airlines due to a mistake I made in my connecting flight!

We checked into our apartment for the month, which was extremely luxurious and minimalistic, and a stark contrast from the colorful, expressive graffiti all over the lock and waterway. It has a huge beautiful living room, with a balcony, and a nicely stocked gym in the basement.

After getting groceries at the nearby grocery store Sainsbury, which was surprisingly cheap (40 pounds for a weeks worth of salads), I sat down with my laptop, determined to get a grasp of the geography around me.

As you can see, the Northern Line is key to my geographical landscape, and gets us all the way into the heart of London, where I get off at Tottenham Court Road or Leicester ("lester") Square.

Since I've got here, I've noted that we are a breath away from Camden Markets, which is mostly food and fashion stores, the most interesting of which to me was a burlesque costume store (so niche!). The streets around us thus become super crowded on the weekends. The food vendors in Hawley Wharf and Camden Market itself are eager to lure customers, and they do so by handing out toothpicks of fried chicken, chocolate covered strawberries and polish sausages. Apparently, and I found this out today, all the food becomes half off, thirty minutes before closing! Also, a Buns from Home has just opened right next to our place, which sells amazing cinnamon buns.

When I looked into the history of the place, I found that Camden Town was established in 1791 as a residential area [1], and only became somewhat populous in 1820 after the opening of Regent's Canal. In our class's readings of "Charles Dickens's London," we can see that this makes Charles Dickens's family one of the earliest residents of Camden Town! Inspired by his childhood street in Camden, the author wrote in his fictional book Dombey and Son about "a little row of houses, with little squalid patches of ground before them, fenced off with old doors, barrel staves, scraps of tarpaulin, and dead bushes" (1848).

Although I am just a visitor to this place, I see Camden now in the 21st century as: many rows of short brick buildings, residents living on top of and around the central hub of stores with printed signs, pubs, chicken shops, kebab stores, and shops selling shirts like "I am a bitch, and I'm back" and "my girlfriend went to london, and all she got for me was this stupid shirt" (2025).

[1] https://www.camden.gov.uk/camdens-history

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Camden I’ve been in love with my best friend since high school. My biggest regret? Walking away without telling her. I planned to. But then catastrophe struck, making us part ways without a word. She left for Boston with her fiancé, while I left for L.A. with my band–Raging Chaos. For the next five years, I lived and breathed music, trying to forget the beautiful girl who shattered my heart without even knowing it. Until I see her again… I walked away once, and I've learned my lesson. Layla is my forever, not another item in my pile of regrets. And she's about to find that out.

Layla The moment I saw Camden on stage, something inside me came to life. His tragic song of unrequited love was a confession that had me questioning everything. Five years might’ve changed who we are—he’s a rock star and I’m a single mom—but my feelings for him are as strong as ever. His lyrics make falling in love seem easy. For him—maybe it is. Only I’ve learned the hard way that real life isn’t as simple as writing a love song.

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♬ 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 ♬ Camden I’ve been in love with my best friend since high school. My biggest regret? Walking away without telling her. I planned to. But then catastrophe struck, making us part ways without a word. She left for Boston with her fiancé, while I left for L.A. with my band–Raging Chaos. For the next five years, I lived and breathed music, trying to forget the beautiful girl who shattered my heart without even knowing it. Until I see her again… I walked away once, and I've learned my lesson. Layla is my forever, not another item in my pile of regrets. And she's about to find that out.

Layla The moment I saw Camden on stage, something inside me came to life. His tragic song of unrequited love was a confession that had me questioning everything. Five years might’ve changed who we are—he’s a rock star and I’m a single mom—but my feelings for him are as strong as ever. His lyrics make falling in love seem easy. For him—maybe it is. Only I’ve learned the hard way that real life isn’t as simple as writing a love song.

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Plot idea one! Elizabeth excels in diplomacy, of course– when diplomatic talks become heated it’s always nice to have a little backup with you. That’s where Roy comes in, all he has to do is keep quiet for a change and make sure she gets back home safe and sound, after Minutemen negotiations are finished. Of course that’s easier said than done. There would always be something for people to argue over in The Commonwealth, and with the rise of The Minutemen’s cause surely there would also always be some kind of detractors looking for power where they could, when arguments ensued. Elizabeth could trust herself to excel yet again in her skills at orating, but could she trust Roy’s own skills, whatever…those may be?

Plot idea two! The Railroad needing some assistance from the Minutemen leads Camden to head the operation, due to both his experience with the Minutemen but also his experience with the Railroad and Desdemona;  along with Roy in tow. They head to uncover a darker plot of missing synths turning up dead in the surrounding metros of the Railways, with little clues at their disposal-- but according to the reports something just seems so…off about these murders. Too many coincidences that need to be solved before any fingers start getting pointed at the factions and their alliances tested. There's plenty of secrets between the two of them too; it'll surely all be uncovered the more that unravels but at what costs? + bonus points that this is where Camden finds out Roy is a synth.

Plot idea three! for roy’s favorite ray of sunshine  A mission into the outer edges of The Commonwealth, to get rid of a particularly bad problem, leads to Colonel Lawson and The Courier, getting separated from the main unit of Minutemen with them, after a bridge breaks; effectively solving the original problem and keeping it at bay but leaving them the only two with it. Separating them in unknown territory during a sudden bout of bad weather, from everyone else, they have to work together to find their way back to Jamie’s unit and to– hopefully, safety. This could take place in either timeline of The Courier’s first time in Boston or sometime after he returns.

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Sliding Into Home ~ Oh Captain! My Captain! 

Pairing: MLB!Frank Adler x Abigail Hernandez (OFC)

Synopsis:

After a trade from Boston to Los Angeles, first baseman Frank Adler would seem to have it all. Money, women, an amazing niece, yes Frank should have it all. Except for one thing. One thing that left after a mistake five years ago. Los Angeles should be the chance to start over. Except she is supposed to be in Boston. Not his new medical director.

* A Frank Adler AU x Major League Baseball Story**

Warning: ANGST (i can't stress this enough), second chances, cheating, S~M~U~T!!, slow burn, drug use, abandonment issues, betrayal, domestic violence (i may have missed some), flashbacks

Dividers by me

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Previous: The One With The World Series

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The bus ride from Camden Yards to the hotel is a quiet one. Frank sat next to Johnny, who was almost deathly still. He never said a word as he walked off, the Boston players running onto the field. The locker room was quiet, showers and dressing done without a word to each other. They gathered their belongings, made sure the uniforms were placed in the bins for the support staff to clean and walked onto the bus.  

The Dodgers manager, Dave Roberts, walked to the front after the team had pulled into the hotel. “Men, we’ll have a debrief in the morning. This is just how the game goes. I don’t blame anyone, and you shouldn’t either. They just had magic tonight.  Get some sleep. We’ll meet at 9 AM and the flight is at noon.”  

Dave patted each player as they exited.  Their families were waiting for them, lined in their gear, solemn and quiet.  Frank sees Abby and Katie standing together, Mary in Scott’s arms, Marco wrapped around Susie. Frank blocks Johnny’s exit, allowing the rest of the team to exit.  “You know it wasn’t your fault.”  

“I know.”  

“Do you? Torch, Turner is a beast at bat. There was a 50/50 chance he was going to connect. It could have been anyone.”  

“But it was me. I let the team down, the city down, fuck, even my girlfriend and family.”  

“Johnny, no one is going to see it that way.”  

Johnny leaned back against his seat. “I knew going for my heater was a bad idea. But he missed it the first time. “ 

“You can’t beat yourself up with what ifs. Let’s get you to your girl and she can give you sympathy sex. It's better than victory sex sometimes.” Frank got up and got off the bus.  

“Hey Frank,” he turned back to Johnny. “Thanks.”  

“It’s what best friends are for.” Frank climbed down and Mary immediately ran into his arms. He held her tight as he felt her cry a little bit. “You ok Nugget?” 

Mary leaned back. “Shouldn't I be asking you that?” 

Frank shrugged.  “Probably but I think he needs this hug more than me.” He looked back at Johnny who was just now getting off the bus.  Mary ran to him and jumped up for a hug. Johnny’s reaction time was quick as he dropped his bag in time to catch her.  Frank walked over to Abby and Katie.  

“Is he ok?” Katie’s lower lip trembled.  

“He’ll be ok. Just needs some time and a few hugs.” Frank kissed her cheek. “Take care of him.”  

She nodded and walked over to Johnny and Mary.  Frank turned back to his wife. “I’m sorry I couldn’t bring the trophy home like i promised.”  

Abby shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to make it up to me another way.”  She reached up on her tiptoes. “I am so unbelievably proud of you Frank Adler. You played your best and that’s all that matters.” She kissed him softly as he wrapped his arms around her.  

“Can I take you to bed Cricket? Lose myself inside you?” 

She gave him a soft smile. “Always Frankie.”  

After greeting everyone else and heading up to the rooms, Frank watched his wife get ready for bed.  She carefully brushed out her hair and removed her jewelry before taking off the jersey with his name on the back. She stripped out of the leggings and was just in her bra and panties.  He could see that she was studying herself in the mirror when Frank saw it.  He got up and walked behind her.  “Why didn’t you tell me?” 

“Tell you what?” She looked back at him confused.  

“Oh sweetheart.”  He placed his warm hands around her middle. Framing the slight swell of her belly. “Here is our baby.”  

Abby stared at the mirror. The belly wasn’t there this morning. “It’s our baby.”  

“I don’t care that I lost. I won everything I ever wanted.” He moved her hair to the side so he could kiss her neck. He let his fingers skate over his sensitive skin as he kissed and licked the spot behind her ear. “You are the most beautiful woman. Strong and amazing, growing my baby.” He dipped his hand inside her panties, eliciting a moan from his wife. “Shh, Cricket. Hmm, so wet love.”  

“Frankie, please don’t tease,” Abby whimpered.  

He let his finger slip in and moved slowly back and forth, listening to his wife mewl at the sensations. “Do you still love me even if I didn’t win?” 

“Of course...shit... fuck,” Abby stuttered as Frank added another finger. She gripped his forearms to keep from falling.  He was wrecking her, a little at a time.  

“C’mon Cricket, use your words,” Frank gently taunted. “Be a good girl for me.”  

“I love you, Frankie,” she breathed out.  “So proud of you making it this far.”  

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear as he pressed down on her sensitive clit. Abby almost doubled over but Frank held her to his chest.  

“Frankie, please,” she begged. He scooped her up and placed her on the bed.  He undid the bra and threw it across the room.  He pulled down her panties and held them to his nose, inhaling the scent.  Abby almost cummed at the motion and let out a whimper.  

“What should it be Cricket? Should I taste you first or should I just fuck you until you can’t walk anymore?” Frank slotted in between her legs, his erection straining in his boxer briefs.  

“I... I...” 

“Ok then,” Frank sighed. He stood up and removed his boxers, his cock bobbing up. “Dealer’s choice it is.” He climbs next to Abby and turned her to the side.  He lifted her leg to curl around his hip to open her. “I don’t want to hurt Peanut, but I also don’t want to take you hard Cricket,” he told her gently. He gripped his cock and teased between her legs, notching at her clit.  

“Frankie, I can’t... please.”  

“Anything for you Cricket.”  He slid slowly, stretching her open slowly.  From this angle, she could feel everything and her back bowed. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her close. “Talk to me Cricket.”  

“So deep Frankie, I can feel you everywhere.”  

“God, you feel so good Cricket. My beautiful girl.” He rocked his hips, sliding in and out.  He took his time, skating his fingers over her skin, gently pinching her nipples. Her breathing changed and he knew she was getting close.  “Ready to come for me Cricket?” She nodded against his chest. “Come baby, you know that my good girl always goes first.”  

Frank lowered a hand to her clit and rubbed gently.  The sensations were like lighting up her body. 

“Frankie,” she cried as her head tossed back onto his chest and the world imploded, blinding her in white light.  

‘Fuck Cricket, so tight, so good, fuck,’ as he followed her into space, losing himself in the stars he sees in his eyes. He slowed, and stopped, staying inside her.  He could feel water land on his arm. ‘Cricket?’ 

‘I’m sorry, Frankie. I just... I wish you had won and,’ she sucked in a breath, ‘and you were happy and then we did this and it feels so good and I don’t deserve you and...” 

“Whoa, baby, stop.” Frank gently slipped out and turned Abby to face him. “Cricket, its one World Series. Hopefully there will be others.” He wiped the tears falling. “My Cricket, the hormones getting to you?” She nodded and he chuckled. “Everything is going to be ok.  Sleep sweetheart.” He adjusted her so she slept on his chest.  He loved that she was so passionate about his career. But now is time for him to focus on her and Peanut.  

Six weeks later... 

Frank ran into the clinic, running late from an endorsement meeting.  “Hi, sorry, I’m looking for Abigail Adler?” 

“We just took her back. Follow me,” a nurse said, buzzing him through the door. Frank pulled off his coat, the beginning of December bringing a cold front in. The nurse knocked and waited for acknowledgement before opening the door. Sitting on the exam table was a very unhappy, pregnant Abby with her arms crossed.  

“Cricket, I am so sorry.” Frank went to her side. “The meeting ran long and then I got caught in the school traffic and I'm sorry.”  

“I told you I could have rescheduled to avoid this, Frankie." Abby huffed as she turned her head away from him.  

“I know Cricket. But you were so excited to see the baby and find out the gender and everything and I didn’t want you to miss it.” Frank uses his finger to make Abby look at him. “I’m sorry.”  

“Are you excited?” she asked in a small voice 

“Are you kidding?” Frank kissed her nose. “Steve said I was giving off excited vibrations today and it was driving him nuts.”  

“Hello, hello,” the doctor came in. “Mr. And Dr. Adler, nice to see you again.”  

“Hey Dr. Montgomery,” Frank said. “How’s it going?” 

“Busy, as always but I know we are excited today to see, what was it you called your baby again Frank?” 

“Look, that is not my best moment,” Frank said. “We call baby Peanut now.”  

Dr. Montgomery and Abby laughed as Frank blushed slightly. “Well, let’s take a look at Peanut.  Abby, shirt under your breast and pants slightly down.  This will be cold.”  She squirted some gel and grabbed the wand.  “Do we want to know the gender?” 

“We do. We have our last team dinner of the year tonight,” Frank said. Gonna do a gender reveal.” 

“Sounds fun.  Is someone planning the surprise for you?” 

“Yeah, Susie and Katie are waiting for us to hand it over,” Abby explained.  

“Alright so no pronouns.” Dr. Montgomery moved the wand around.  “Well, here is Peanut,” she said. “Just taking some measurements but they are looking perfect.  Right size and weight for 21 weeks.  Here is their head and it looks like they are sucking on a thumb.”  

Frank and Abby grinned at each other as Dr. Montgomery flipped on the audio.  Their baby’s heart beat was loud and rapid.  “Whoa,” Frank said. “I’m still not used to that. It's so fast.”  

“Yeah, in the womb, the baby's heart is pumping so fast because the blood circulates quickly,” Dr. Montgomery explains. “But everything looks good. Abby, your weight is good, and your levels are great. I’ll print some pictures for you and put the gender into an envelope.” She handed a towel to Abby.  “I want to see you in four weeks.” 

“Thanks Doc,” Frank said.  

“I was sorry to see you lose the World Series Frank, but I know, next year is our year.”  She patted his back.  “See you guys later.”  

Frank took Abby’s hand, and they picked up the envelope and pictures.  “Peanut is cute, just like their mama.”  

“Shut up Frankie,” she replied with a smile. “Ready for the dinner?” 

“Yeah, Phelps and Roberts said they have a couple of year end announcements and then just the dinner.”  

“Well, I have to head back to the office,” Abby said.  “I’ll see you at home?” 

“Yeah, Nugget and I are gonna work on the nursery. Scott said they delivered the crib and dresser.”  

“What color?” 

“What part of surprise did you not understand Cricket?” A couple of weeks after the season ended, Frank asked Abby if he could decorate and set up the nursery.  He had promised that it would be gender neutral.  

Abby pouted. “Fine. I love you.”  

“Love you too Cricket.”  

A couple of hours later, Frank was getting Mary ready to go when he called up the stairs. “Cricket! We’re gonna be late!” 

“Patience is a virtue,” she called back down.  

“Not right now, it isn’t.”  

“Alright, alright!”  She walked down the stairs and Frank stopped. You know that saying that women glow when they are pregnant? Frank understood that saying now. Abby glowed as she walked toward in a cream colored sweater dress and brown boots.  Her bump was on display, her hair was in her curls and just held back with a cream headband.  

“Wow,” Frank breathed. “Cricket, you look beautiful.” 

Abby blushed. “Thanks Frankie.” He helped her into her coat, and they headed to the restaurant.  

The dinner was fun, the last time the team would together until spring training.  Some may leave and some retire.  As desert was being prepared, Todd Phelps and Dave Roberts stood in the middle of the room. It falls silent as Todd raises his hand.  

“Alright team, it was a heartbreaking end to the season.  But it has been one of the best seasons the Dodgers have ever had.”  Applause breaks out around the room. “Not only did we have two Golden Glove winners in Storm and Betts, we also have our league MVP and golden Glove winner, Frank Adler.” More applause and cheers for Frank, who flushed from the attention.  

“We are so proud of this team,” Dave continued.  “We know that there may be some changes that could happen.  But there are a couple of things we are certain off, our captains for next year. We have four men that we are bestowing this honor to. Mookie Betts, Will Smith, Johnny Storm and Frank Adler.”  

Frank sat stunned as Mary jumped in his lap and Abby kissed his cheek. Johnny looked blankly as Katie cheered and hugged him.  

“Johnny,” Dave says, “I know you think the loss was your fault, but it wasn’t.  Management does not blame you, the team doesn’t blame you. You have been a professional, sitting through media, taking blame that wasn’t yours. That’s the kind of leadership we are looking for in our organization and the perfect example we want to set.”  

The team cheered and congratulated their new captains as Katie and Susie set up the gender reveal. Katie whistled to get everyone’s attention again.  “We have one more surprise to finish. Mr. And Mrs. Alder, Miss Mary, we need you up here.”  The family moved to the front. An elaborate box was set up with a string to open it.  “On the count of three, pull the string and we’ll find out if we a boy or a girl joining our Dodger family.  Ready?” 

The whole room joined the count down. 

“THREE!” 

“TWO!” 

“ONE!” 

Oh, you thought I wouldn't give one more cliffhanger?  See you for the finale! 

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Right in Front of Him | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy Shelby threw himself into work after his family became deeply fractured from his own doing. (Y/N) is his new secretary, who's just been hired into the company and wants to make a good impression. This leads to Charlie making a solo trip to Small Heath and Tommy realizing that he may not be able to win the fight with his feelings this time.

Warnings: language

Word Count: 4256

A/N: I just hope this one makes sense. Enjoy! :)

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"Good morning, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) greeted her boss when she noticed him entering the office. His response to her was the same as it was every day. He glanced over in her direction, his eyes on her as he continued walking to the doors of his office. As he got closer to her, he nodded his head in a silent greeting without missing a beat in his step. She would have missed it if she wasn't looking, but in the few months she'd been working for The Shelby Company Ltd., she learned to look up.

Thomas Shelby was a man of few words. He liked to come into his office to get his work done and leave. He had no time for extra conversations, especially those that didn't regard business.

Business was the only thing on his mind. He had nothing else. His family was in prison because he put them there. Ada was back in Boston because he sent her there. His son, Charlie, was home without a father. The boy probably didn't even love his father anymore. After all he was the reason why his son got kidnapped. At times, Tommy was afraid to go near him. He was afraid that doing so would put the boy in harm's way again.

(Y/N) came onto the staff of the Shelby Company Ltd. after Tommy told Lizzie that she could take some time away from her job. It wasn't a surprise to him that she jumped at the opportunity. He could tell that she harbored resentment towards him for what he did to his family. He didn't blame her for it.

(Y/N) was young, but she knew her place. She did her work and she kept to herself. She didn't ask Tommy questions about the things that she had to complete. He liked that about her. He liked that she was punctual. He liked that she was thorough with the tasks that she took on. He liked her. But he couldn't let those feelings get in the way of his business, so he pushed them aside.

The end of her shift was approaching when a man entered the office. He greeted (Y/N) before telling her that he had some urgent items that needed to be given to her boss. She signed for them before taking them into her hands. After thanking the postman, she turned and made her way to the doors of Tommy's office.

"Mr. Shelby..." she started after she'd gone through the motions of knocking on the door and listening for him to let her in. She knew he was in there, but she still respected his authority. "An invoice was just delivered. It's from Mr. Solomons in Camden Town," she informed him from the doorway. Tommy glanced up from his desk as she spoke, and wordlessly waved her over to where he was sitting.

(Y/N) listened and moved so that she was now standing in front of his desk. She then gave him the invoice and waited silently as he looked it over. "Fucking hell," Tommy muttered under his breath as he dropped the paper onto the stack he'd amassed already.

Alfie had been hitting him with unnecessary charges after a smaller export operation of his had been found out by authorities. At times Tommy didn't even know why he was still working with the man. All he'd become was a thorn in the Birmingham gangster's side.

"I can send a reply asking for more information if you'd like," (Y/N) suggested after he finished mumbling about how his associate only sent him the amount that was due.

"No, it's fine (Y/N)," he waved off her idea as he rubbed his temples. He cleared his throat then before looking up at her, "thank you."

"You're welcome, Mr. Shelby," she responded, nodding her head slightly before she turned to leave his office.

"(Y/N), wait..." Tommy called after her, making her freeze in her place and turn to face him.

"Yes?" she asked.

"I..." he paused, trying hard to find the words that he wanted to say to her. What did he even want to say to her? "Nevermind," he eventually waved her off, letting her go back to the work she'd been doing. She didn't question his change of mind and instead nodded once more before leaving his office.

"Good morning, Mr. Shelby," (Y/N) greeted her boss as she heard the sound of footsteps on the hardwood. She was finishing writing something in the book on her desk, so she wasn't able to look up right away.

"Who are you?" the voice that asked didn't come from her boss, but instead from a woman.

"Excuse me?" (Y/N) asked as she finally looked up to see an older woman standing in the entrance to the offices; a woman she hadn't met before. Her words held no attitude behind them. She was simply caught off guard by the question she got.

"Who are you?" the woman asked again, her eyebrows raised. (Y/N) could instantly pick up the intimidating air that she had around her.

"My name's (Y/N). I'm a secretary here," (Y/N) responded, a polite smile forming on her face.

The woman scoffed then. "The bloody nerve of that boy...puts his own family in prison and then completely changes the structure of the company. How old are ya, love? You don't look a day over twenty."

"I'm sorry?" (Y/N) was taken back by the woman's sudden outburst, as she had no idea where it came from and why she was so mad. "I don't believe I've met you before," she said then after refusing to answer the question of her age. She didn't see why that was important.

"We haven't met. I've been sitting in a cell for the last six months," the woman snapped back, although it seemed like her attitude wasn't being directed at (Y/N), but rather at the situation itself.

"I...I'm sorry to hear that," (Y/N) stammered out, unsure of what else to say. She didn't have a clue as to why this lady was speaking to her like this.

"He's really kept you in the dark on a lot, hasn't he?" the woman then asked as she quirked her eyebrow upward. (Y/N) stayed silent, which made the woman scoff again as she shook her head. "My name's Polly Gray, and I was the company treasurer. I'm not sure if I still hold the title, or if Thomas has pawned that off also," she introduced herself finally. "I came to find out."

"Mr. Shelby's not in today, Ms. Gray. I'm sorry," (Y/N) informed her then, her statement making Polly sigh again.

"If he's not in, and you're his new secretary, I'm going to need you to take this to him," she stated, holding out a sealed envelope then.

"Excuse me?"

"This needs to get to him. It's urgent," Polly explained further.

(Y/N) was still confused. "And I need to bring it to his home?" she asked.

"Assuming that that's where he is, yes," Polly nodded. (Y/N) stayed silent and thought about it for a moment. Then she took the envelope from the older woman's hand, deciding that making a house call to her boss might be better than facing whatever consequences Polly might have. In the short time since she'd met her, (Y/N) had found out that Polly was not a woman that you messed with. "A company driver will take you there. Thank you, (Y/N)," she informed her, nodding once more before she turned to leave the office.

(Y/N) let out a sigh as she moved to grab her jacket and purse. She made sure that the envelope was secured in her purse before she went out to the car that was waiting to take her to her destination.

The drive wasn't a short one, and it gave (Y/N) enough time to worry about what she was getting into. Surely her boss would be upset if she showed up at his home unannounced. There also was the possibility that he wasn't even there.

(Y/N) gazed up at the mansion in awe as she was helped out of the car. She knew that he had a big home — he was the CEO of a rather successful company, but she never thought she'd be seeing it in person. The enormity of it blew her away.

She walked up the small set of steps to the door and knocked on it, waiting a few moments until an older woman came to answer it . Of course he wasn't going to answer it himself. "Can I help you?" the lady asked.

"I have something to give to Mr. Shelby. I'm his secretary. Ms. Polly Gray wanted me to deliver it to him," (Y/N) explained the reason behind her being there. "Is Mr. Shelby in?" she backtracked when she realized that she should have asked that first.

"He is," the woman nodded, "I'll show you to his office," she said then before letting (Y/N) walk into the house. She was led through a few halls before they stopped in front of a closed door. The woman then knocked on the door and stepped inside, leaving (Y/N) out in the hall. She returned a few seconds later. "Mr. Shelby is on the phone at the moment. He should be finished soon," she informed (Y/N), who nodded her head. The woman then explained that she needed to attend to other duties in the meantime and that she couldn't stay with her.

So (Y/N) was left alone in the hallway. That was until the sound of little feet pattering off of the hardwood was heard. It made her look to her left, where she saw a young boy making his way toward her.

"Hello!" the boy chirped, a smile on his face.

"Hi," (Y/N) smiled politely.

"Who are you?" he asked then, quirking an eyebrow upward. (Y/N) knew then that this must've been Tommy's son, Charlie, because the boy looked so much like him when he pulled that expression.

"My name is (Y/N). I work for your dad," she answered, hoping that she was correct in inferring the boy's relationship to her boss.

"Do you want to come play with me, (Y/N)?" he asked then, a sliver of hope in his eyes.

The door to Tommy's office opened before she could say anything. "You can come in," he said, making (Y/N)'s eyes snap to him. "(Y/N)?" he questioned when he realized who was waiting for him. He'd opened the door and called for whoever it was without looking first.

"Hello, Mr. Shelby," she said softly as she felt her cheeks heating up just by looking at him. He looked different now. He wasn't in his usual three-piece suit, but instead only had on a plain button down and some trousers. His hair was haphazardly pushed off of his forehead. Even though his attire looked comfortable, he still gave off the aura that commanded respect. It pained (Y/N) to admit it, but she found the entirety of it attractive.

"She was gonna come play with me, dad," the boy that (Y/N) just remembered was standing next to her, said with a slight whine.

"She's here for business, son," Tommy responded to him, looking away as a pout formed on Charlie's face. The boy was really good at pulling it, and Tommy found it to be one thing that he often caved to.

"Maybe I'll come another day to play with you," (Y/N) told the boy without thought, making the child's expression perk up. She immediately wanted to backtrack on her statement when she realized that she was essentially inviting herself over to their home again, but no one questioned it.

"Ok," Charlie nodded before he turned and left the conversation.

"Come," Tommy said as he opened the door wider for her to follow him into the grand office. "What do you have for me?" he asked once they were seated across from each other.

"A note. It's from Ms. Gray. She said that it was urgent," (Y/N) explained as she handed it over.

Tommy suppressed a scoff as he heard what she said. "So you've met my aunt," he said as he opened the envelope.

"I have. She had some interesting things to say about myself and the company in general," (Y/N) responded, thinking back to the conversation she had earlier.

"We're not exactly seeing eye-to-eye at the moment. Which is why you were the one asked to bring this here, I'm guessing," was all Tommy said about the situation as he put his glasses on to read the contents of the paper in his hands. (Y/N) watched him carefully as his eyes glanced over the paper and she stayed silent as he scoffed at the end. "Figures," was all he said, and (Y/N) felt like it wasn't her place to ask him for more context.

"Is there anything you'd like for me to deliver back to Ms. Gray?" she instead asked, hoping that she could be of some service.

Tommy shook his head. "No. If I have something to say, I will say it to her directly."

"Oh. Ok," (Y/N) nodded as she dropped her gaze to her lap.

"I'm sorry you had to come out here because of family matters," Tommy said then as he dropped his glasses back onto the stack of papers on his desk.

"It's ok," (Y/N) practically repeated her last statement, not knowing what else to add to the conversation. "I'm just doing my job."

"Thank you for doing so. You're welcome to leave now."

"You're welcome, Mr. Shelby. Have a nice day," she said as she stood from the chair.

She then showed herself out of the office once she realized that he wasn't going to be leading her. She went through the several hallways she was led through earlier, hoping that they would bring her to the front foyer. She was almost out when she heard her name called from one of the rooms. "Charlie?" she questioned, seeing the boy peeking out from behind a door.

"Come play with me please, (Y/N)," he asked her, a slight pout on his face. (Y/N) stayed in her spot as she thought about his ask. She really shouldn't be sticking around; her boss told her that she could leave. But the pout he wore was so damn convincing.

"I don't know, Charlie..." she trailed off, but the boy was already exiting the door and grabbing hold of her hand. "Charlie," she tried again as he started leading her back the way she'd just come. This couldn't turn out well.

"My playroom's back here," the boy stated as he continued leading her further into the house.

"What are you doing, Charlie?" the voice of the very person (Y/N) was afraid would see this happening spoke from the end of the hallway the boy'd just turned down.

"I'm taking (Y/N) to my playroom," Charlie responded.

"She needs to leave, son. She can't be stickin' 'round to play with you," Tommy told the two and a half year old.

"No one comes here now, dad," the boy was now pouting, his head dropped in defeat. (Y/N) couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"She needs to go back to work."

It was evident that Tommy wasn't going to change his stance, so (Y/N) turned to the boy before crouching to his level. "How 'bout I'll come over another time? We'll play then," she wagered with the boy, again making a promise she really couldn't keep. She hoped that maybe he'd forget about it in a few days.

"Ok," he said softly while shaking his head.

(Y/N) also nodded and smiled softly before she stood to look at her boss again. "I'm sorry, Mr. Shelby. I'll be leaving now," she told him, only glancing in his direction. She turned and left the hallway before either of the two Shelbys in it could say another word.

(Y/N) was just about ready to finish up for the day when she heard the door to the offices open. It was later in the afternoon, so she figured that her boss had returned from his business trip. "Mr. Shelby, you're..." she started speaking but then caught herself when she looked up to see just who had entered the office. She got the surname correct, but the person standing in the doorway was certainly not her boss. "Charlie?!" she practically exclaimed, her eyes wide.

"Hi, (Y/N)," the boy greeted with a smile, as if there was nothing out of the ordinary...like him being there was normal.

(Y/N), on the other hand, was freaking out. "How did you get here, Charlie?!" she asked as she stood from her desk and hurried over to him.

"I asked a driver to bring me," he gave another nonchalant answer.

"You shouldn't have come here. You're only two. You could have gotten hurt or taken or something," she started rambling, still internally freaking out over the fact that her boss' son had just shown up by himself. She was now checking all over his body to make sure that he wasn't hurt while he giggled at her actions.

"I'm going to be three soon," he told her between his giggles. (Y/N) couldn't help but let out a laugh at the boy's answer.

"That still doesn't give you the ability to go on long drives by yourself, Charlie," she tried to stress to him.

"I got lonely, (Y/N). Dad’s away and sometimes the ladies in the house don't even want to play with me. And you said you'd come over to play but you never did." The pout was back, and (Y/N) was already about to shatter under its weight.

There was a moment's pause before she let out a long sigh. "Ok, Charlie. How about I come over now? Huh? You wait here for a few more minutes while I finish up and then we'll go back to your house and play," she suggested, hoping the kid would go for the plan.

Charlie was nodding before she was even done speaking. "I'd like that," he told her, a smile on his face. (Y/N) let out a breath of relief before she ushered him over to one of the empty desks and gave him some paper to draw on while she finished the rest of her tasks.

The two left the office en route to Warwickshire in under a half hour, and for the entire car ride home, Charlie couldn't stop talking about the toys he wanted to show (Y/N) and the activities he wanted to do with her. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Every day after Charlie arrived at the office in Small Heath, (Y/N) made sure to go to his house after she was finished working. The little boy was beyond thrilled to have a new playmate. According to him, the other ladies in the house played with him, but they never got down onto the floor or into the game that they were playing like (Y/N) did.

Today, Charlie had orchestrated a plan to act out a story with his stuffed animals. He was the horse, of course, and (Y/N) was given a small dog. In the story, Charlie's character was the savior, and (Y/N)'s was the one in danger.

"Oh Mr. Horse, please come down and save me!" (Y/N) exclaimed in a dramatic voice as she sat on the floor right next to the couch. The dog she had was laying on the ground, looking hopeless.

"I told you, (Y/N), my name is not Mr. Horse, it's Sir Orion the Savior!" Charlie corrected her, a bit of a glare on his face.

"Forgive me, Charlie, but that's a tough name to remember," (Y/N) responded while trying to hold back her giggles. Not only was it tough to remember, it was also funny to say.

"Just try to remember it," he settled and she nodded before making her animal reach out again. "Save me!"

"I'm coming, Fluffy!" Charlie called out, giggling as he said the name (Y/N) had chose for her character. He then hopped down from the couch to scoop up the dog in his arms and bring him back up to 'safety'. "There you go, ma'am. I've saved you," Charlie spoke through his character then, his voice now dropped down an octave as he tried to sound tough. It just made (Y/N) giggle.

"Oh thank you, Mr...."

"Sir."

"...Sir Orion the Savior!" she said while stifling giggles that stemmed from the child correcting her.

"You're welcome," Charlie chirped in his normal voice, a wide smile on his face.

Clapping came from the doorway of the sitting room before anything else could be said, and (Y/N) couldn't stop her cheeks from heating up as she looked over to see her boss standing there. The thought of him coming home while she was there hadn't crossed her mind for some reason, and she felt rather shy all of a sudden. She stood from the floor and smoothed out her dress in an attempt to make herself look presentable.

"Mr. Shelby, I...I'm here because Charlie..."

"That was a wonderful play you two put on. I only saw the end of it, but I enjoyed it nonetheless," Tommy cut her off as he walked into the room. He'd been watching them play from the doorway for several minutes, and he found a large part of himself wanting this to be what he came home to from now on. "You found yourself a new friend, eh, Charlie boy?" he asked the smiling child as he ruffled his son's hair.

"I did. (Y/N) loves to play with me. She never says 'no' to any of my ideas," Charlie beamed up at his father.

"Never?" Tommy emphasized the word, his eyes widening as he looked down at the boy. (Y/N)'s cheeks were getting redder by the second.

"Never," Charlie shook his head definitively before he smiled over at the woman they were talking about. "I like (Y/N)," he said then, his statement making (Y/N)'s heart swell despite how shy she was feeling.

"I like her too," Tommy agreed, his eyes also on her. The gaze he gave her made her want to shrink into herself.

"Mr. Shelby, I'm sorry that I came over your house without asking you first. It's just that Charlie showed up at the office one day saying he needed someone to play with and..."

"Stop," Tommy held his hand up before she could continue. "You don't need to explain yourself," he shook his head then.

"Charlie, time for bed," one of the maids then stuck her head into the room to call for the young boy.

He began to protest, but his father gave him a look. "Go," he told the boy softly before kissing him on the top of his head. Charlie then nodded and hopped off the couch, moving over to (Y/N) to hug her legs before he exited the room through the open door.

(Y/N) couldn't stop her heartrate from picking up as she found herself alone with her boss…who was still looking at her a certain way that made her want to implode. She wasn't supposed to have feelings for him, right?

Tommy was the first of the two to speak. “I’ve been fighting my feelings for you for some time now, (Y/N)...” he started, his sudden confession almost making (Y/N) choke on her spit, “I’ve been throwing myself into work and ignoring everything else. But I can’t let my feelings sit idle anymore.”

“I...I don’t know what to say, Mr. Shelby...” she trailed off when she realized that she didn’t have the proper words to address his statement.

“Well, I’d hope you’d say ‘yes’ to a dinner invitation,” was his next statement; his smooth way of asking her on a date.

“And if I say yes?” she raised an eyebrow, finding a bit of confidence.

“Then I’d be a happy man,” he admitted, the corner of his lips tugging upward.

“Then yes,” she affirmed, a smile on her face.

“Mr. Shelby, Miss (Y/N)...Charlie wants you to say goodnight to him,” the same maid that brought Charlie up to bed said as she entered the room again.

(Y/N) glanced over at Tommy, unsure if he’d want her to join him in something private like that. Even if the maid had included her name in the ask, she still felt like that was family business. Tommy didn’t seem to mind though. “Let’s go say goodnight to him, eh?” he suggested, a soft smile on his face. (Y/N) nodded her head and let him drop his hand to the small of her back so that he was able to lead her out of the room and up to Charlie’s bedroom.

Tommy would have never thought that a new beginning was right in front of him this entire time. Thankfully, his son was there to make him realize that he needed (Y/N) in his life.

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Jessica Biel’s Pooch Is A Gift From Above!

When Jessica Biel came home to find her bulldog, East, with a mouthful of pink leather and ribbons, she was so mad she had to laugh. “I had left him home alone for an hour and he got into my closet, went into my ballet bag and took out my new point shoes.  I caught him with a pink ribbon dangling out of his mouth.  He looked up at me  with his big underbite, as if to say ‘Hmm?’ – with such a dopey looking face.”   East, an English and American bulldog mix was adopted by Biel’s beau, Chris when the two were just friends, but soonafter they became a couple – no – an inseperable threesome.  East is still brimming with puppy-ness  –  he’s very excitable – and a bit clutzy.  “He’s such a goon,” says Jessica affectionately, “he literally runs just as fast as he can and he’ll run into things!” She admits that East is a lousy judge of character, because he loves everybody.  “If you are going to pet him, he’ll fall in love with you – even if you are robbing the place!”

East was named by Biel as a tribute to the East Coast where Chris, a Massachusetts native, grew up.  The dog, though, seems to have fully embraced the California lifestyle.  At home, his favorite resting place is a dog bed made by Primative Pet, adorned with surfboards, although, Biel admits, “he sneaks up on my bed in the morning.”

Biel is best known for her role as Mary Camden on WB’s Seventh Heaven, a show revolving around the life of a Reverend and his ever-growing Rockwell-esque family.  The show, touted for its strong values and life lessons, often featured the family’s dog, Happy Camden. East and Happy did occasionally meet, as Jessica would bring her bulldog to the set all the time, but she reports, “Happy is a little skittish and East always wants to jump and play around.  I think she was a little scared of him.”

There is nothing to fear in this gregarious dog, unless you are a flower.  Yes, flora ranks as one of East’s favorite treats.  “He’ll rip them out of the ground and eat them and continue to walk down the street,” she laughs.  So much for having a garden!

According to Jessica, East has traveled many times by plane, but it is not so comfortable for such a big dog.  Biel says, “It’s very difficult to fly an animal his size – any longer than to Boston and the sedatives wear off and he’s hungry and he has to go to the bathroom.  I try not to fly with him so much.”  Car travel is more East’s speed, and Jessica has driven him across the country, opting not to fly.  “He’s great in the car.  He sticks his head out the window and his big floppy lips flap in the wind. It’s so cute.”  When he cannot accompany the actress or her boyfriend on a trip, East stays at the Calgrove Kennels, a boarding facility that Jessica raves about – describing the inside-outside facility with grassy areas and plethora of toys East can play with.  According to Jessica, it’s the next-best-thing to having East come along with them.

Jessica Biel, best known as the preacher’s daughter Mary Camden on Seventh Heaven, thinks her bulldog, East, is a gift from above!

Jessica says she worries about some of the health issues typical to East’s breed – bulldogs are notorious for having problems with their faces due to the wrinkes.  “He has some eye problems due in part to bad allergies.  On top of that, his lower eyelashes curl in and scratch his cornea.  He’s already had surgery on his right eye but it didn’t work.   He is due to have a second surgery soon.  It’s a serious situation, but we have a very good eye doctor for East.”  More than the surgery, it’s the recovery process Biel is concerned about.  “He will want to scratch and rub his eye so he will have to wear a contact lens as an extra layer of protection as well as a cone on his head to keep him from getting to his eye. It’s is really up to us to make sure he stays sedated for the week, contacts in, cone on, no scratching and no rubbing.”

Jessica loves East and understands what is involved when caring for an animal.  “It’s such a large responsibility.  I don’t think anyone realizes how much of a responsibility an animal is until they get one.   You can’t go out all night long.  You can’t spend the night at someone’s house without making sure someone’s watching him.  It has really changed my life a lot, but I don’t think I could live without him!”

Jessica has had animals growing up, and looks forward to seeing her two family pets Freckles and Kit Kat whenever she goes home.  “Freckles is this adorable Cocker spaniel who I have had since I was ten years old.  He’s this nice little old guy who follows my mom around no matter where she goes.  I’ve had Kit Kat forever.  She’s been alive since I was six years old – we rescued her from an animal shelter.  She’s a little skittish because she was abused as a kitten.”

Biel also has a cat named Blue who she adopted from a woman in Santa Monica who was finding homes for abused animals.  “I saw this white cat with blue eyes and called my dad and said, ‘we have to save this animal.’  I took him home and now he lives with my family.”  East did get an opportunity to meet his extended family, but Biel says, “My cats didn’t know what to think of him.  Freckles liked him but he’s a little bit old and East gets so excited, Freckles was like ‘alright puppy, chill out a little bit’”  East did get to expend his energy hiking in the Colorado mountains near Biel’s family home.

Since leaving Seventh Heaven, she has explored very different roles – an indulgent vixon in Brett Easton Ellis’s Rules of Attraction, and most recently, as Erin Hardesty in the remake of horror classic, Texas Chainsaw Massacre.  She’s also the face of Loreal, changing her hair color for the roles.   She says [changing my hair color] does not affect me as a person, but it does affect my wardrobe.”

Blonde or bruenette, Biel is always concerned with saving animals and giving her own pets the best care they can get.  She is involved with Fund For Animals, which Biel says, “promotes vegetarian and vegan diets and calls for the end of hunting – especially hunting for furs.  I don’t agree with people wearing furs.”  Jessica has also found a new charity, Noah’s Wish, that has sparked her interest.  She says, “you can be trained as a volunteer to save a dog, cat – any animal – in a disaster. You can also volunteer to foster an animal, so if a family has a dog and they had a flood or their home was destroyed by hurricane and they feel like they have to get rid of the animal because they can’t afford it or their living situation is not regular, you can take it in.  I would love to do that.”  Jessica says determinedly, “That’s what I’m going to work on next.”

For more information about Noah’s Wish, go to www.noahs-wish.org.

Source: Animal Fair, January 2003

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Tasha Smith (born February 28, 1971) is an actress, director, and producer. She began her career in a starring role on Boston Common, and she appeared in numerous movies and television series. She was born in Camden NJ and has an identical twin sister actress Sidra Smith.

She has appeared in the films The Whole Ten Yards, Daddy’s Little Girls, The Longshots, Couples Retreat, Addicted, Playas Ball, ATL, and Jumping the Broom. She starred as Angela Williams in Why Did I Get Married?, its sequel Why Did I Get Married Too?, and on the television series based on the movies, For Better or Worse. She began a recurring role as Carol Holloway on Empire.

She made her acting debut with a small role in the comedy film Twin Sitters. She starred in Boston Common. She was cast in The Tom Show. She had a supporting role in The Corner. She had guest-starring roles on The Parkers, Without a Trace, Nip/Tuck, and Girlfriends.

She made her directorial debut with the short film Boxed In, which premiered during the 19th Annual American Black Film Festival. She directed the television film When Love Kills: The Falicia Blakely Story, based on a true story. She directed an episode in Tales. She worked as Mary J. Blige’s acting coach for her role in Mudbound.

She appeared in Dolemite Is My Name and starred in Good People. She directed episodes of Star, 9-1-1, Black Lightning, Big Sky, Our Kind of People, P-Valley, and Bel Air. She directed The Black Mafia Family. #africanhistory365 #africanexcellence