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mostlysignssomeportents · 6 months ago

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Red Lobster was killed by private equity, not Endless Shrimp

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A decade ago, a hedge fund had an improbable viral comedy hit: a 294-page slide deck explaining why Olive Garden was going out of business, blaming the failure on too many breadsticks and insufficiently salted pasta-water:

https://www.sec.gov/Archives/edgar/data/940944/000092189514002031/ex991dfan14a06297125_091114.pdf

Everyone loved this story. As David Dayen wrote for Salon, it let readers "mock that silly chain restaurant they remember from their childhoods in the suburbs" and laugh at "the silly hedge fund that took the time to write the world’s worst review":

https://www.salon.com/2014/09/17/the_real_olive_garden_scandal_why_greedy_hedge_funders_suddenly_care_so_much_about_breadsticks/

But – as Dayen wrote at the time, the hedge fund that produced that slide deck, Starboard Value, was not motivated by dissatisfaction with bread-sticks. They were "activist investors" (finspeak for "rapacious assholes") with a giant stake in Darden Restaurants, Olive Garden's parent company. They wanted Darden to liquidate all of Olive Garden's real-estate holdings and declare a one-off dividend that would net investors a billion dollars, while literally yanking the floor out from beneath Olive Garden, converting it from owner to tenant, subject to rent-shocks and other nasty surprises.

They wanted to asset-strip the company, in other words ("asset strip" is what they call it in hedge-fund land; the mafia calls it a "bust-out," famous to anyone who watched the twenty-third episode of The Sopranos):

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bust_Out

Starboard didn't have enough money to force the sale, but they had recently engineered the CEO's ouster. The giant slide-deck making fun of Olive Garden's food was just a PR campaign to help it sell the bust-out by creating a narrative that they were being activists* to save this badly managed disaster of a restaurant chain.

*assholes

Starboard was bent on eviscerating Darden like a couple of entrail-maddened dogs in an elk carcass:

https://web.archive.org/web/20051220005944/http://alumni.media.mit.edu/~solan/dogsinelk/

They had forced Darden to sell off another of its holdings, Red Lobster, to a hedge-fund called Golden Gate Capital. Golden Gate flogged all of Red Lobster's real estate holdings for $2.1 billion the same day, then pissed it all away on dividends to its shareholders, including Starboard. The new landlords, a Real Estate Investment Trust, proceeded to charge so much for rent on those buildings Red Lobster just flogged that the company's net earnings immediately dropped by half.

Dayen ends his piece with these prophetic words:

Olive Garden and Red Lobster may not be destinations for hipster Internet journalists, and they have seen revenue declines amid stagnant middle-class wages and increased competition. But they are still profitable businesses. Thousands of Americans work there. Why should they be bled dry by predatory investors in the name of “shareholder value”? What of the value of worker productivity instead of the financial engineers?

Flash forward a decade. Today, Dayen is editor-in-chief of The American Prospect, one of the best sources of news about private equity looting in the world. Writing for the Prospect, Luke Goldstein picks up Dayen's story, ten years on:

https://prospect.org/economy/2024-05-22-raiding-red-lobster/

It's not pretty. Ten years of being bled out on rents and flipped from one hedge fund to another has killed Red Lobster. It just shuttered 50 restaurants and declared Chapter 11 bankruptcy. Ten years hasn't changed much; the same kind of snark that was deployed at the news of Olive Garden's imminent demise is now being hurled at Red Lobster.

Instead of dunking on free bread-sticks, Red Lobster's grave-dancers are jeering at "Endless Shrimp," a promotional deal that works exactly how it sounds like it would work. Endless Shrimp cost the chain $11m.

Which raises a question: why did Red Lobster make this money-losing offer? Are they just good-hearted slobs? Can't they do math?

Or, you know, was it another hedge-fund, bust-out scam?

Here's a hint. The supplier who provided Red Lobster with all that shrimp is Thai Union. Thai Union also owns Red Lobster. They bought the chain from Golden Gate Capital, last seen in 2014, holding a flash-sale on all of Red Lobster's buildings, pocketing billions, and cutting Red Lobster's earnings in half.

Red Lobster rose to success – 700 restaurants nationwide at its peak – by combining no-frills dining with powerful buying power, which it used to force discounts from seafood suppliers. In response, the seafood industry consolidated through a wave of mergers, turning into a cozy cartel that could resist the buyer power of Red Lobster and other major customers.

This was facilitated by conservation efforts that limited the total volume of biomass that fishers were allowed to extract, and allocated quotas to existing companies and individual fishermen. The costs of complying with this "catch management" system were high, punishingly so for small independents, bearably so for large conglomerates.

Competition from overseas fisheries drove consolidation further, as countries in the global south were blocked from implementing their own conservation efforts. US fisheries merged further, seeking economies of scale that would let them compete, largely by shafting fishermen and other suppliers. Today's Alaskan crab fishery is dominated by a four-company cartel; in the Pacific Northwest, most fish goes through a single intermediary, Pacific Seafood.

These dominant actors entered into illegal collusive arrangements with one another to rig their markets and further immiserate their suppliers, who filed antitrust suits accusing the companies of operating a monopsony (a market with a powerful buyer, akin to a monopoly, which is a market with a powerful seller):

https://www.classaction.org/news/pacific-seafood-under-fire-for-allegedly-fixing-prices-paid-to-dungeness-crabbers-in-pacific-northwest

Golden Gate bought Red Lobster in the midst of these fish wars, promising to right its ship. As Goldstein points out, that's the same promise they made when they bought Payless shoes, just before they destroyed the company and flogged it off to Alden Capital, the hedge fund that bought and destroyed dozens of America's most beloved newspapers:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/10/16/sociopathic-monsters/#all-the-news-thats-fit-to-print

Under Golden Gate's management, Red Lobster saw its staffing levels slashed, so diners endured longer wait times to be seated and served. Then, in 2020, they sold the company to Thai Union, the company's largest supplier (a transaction Goldstein likens to a Walmart buyout of Procter and Gamble).

Thai Union continued to bleed Red Lobster, imposing more cuts and loading it up with more debts financed by yet another private equity giant, Fortress Investment Group. That brings us to today, with Thai Union having moved a gigantic amount of its own product through a failing, debt-loaded subsidiary, even as it lobbies for deregulation of American fisheries, which would let it and its lobbying partners drain American waters of the last of its depleted fish stocks.

Dayen's 2020 must-read book Monopolized describes the way that monopolies proliferate, using the US health care industry as a case-study:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/01/29/fractal-bullshit/#dayenu

After deregulation allowed the pharma sector to consolidate, it acquired pricing power of hospitals, who found themselves gouged to the edge of bankruptcy on drug prices. Hospitals then merged into regional monopolies, which allowed them to resist pharma pricing power – and gouge health insurance companies, who saw the price of routine care explode. So the insurance companies gobbled each other up, too, leaving most of us with two or fewer choices for health insurance – even as insurance prices skyrocketed, and our benefits shrank.

Today, Americans pay more for worse healthcare, which is delivered by health workers who get paid less and work under worse conditions. That's because, lacking a regulator to consolidate patients' interests, and strong unions to consolidate workers' interests, patients and workers are easy pickings for those consolidated links in the health supply-chain.

That's a pretty good model for understanding what's happened to Red Lobster: monopoly power and monopsony power begat more monopolies and monoposonies in the supply chain. Everything that hasn't consolidated is defenseless: diners, restaurant workers, fishermen, and the environment. We're all fucked.

Decent, no-frills family restaurant are good. Great, even. I'm not the world's greatest fan of chain restaurants, but I'm also comfortably middle-class and not struggling to afford to give my family a nice night out at a place with good food, friendly staff and reasonable prices. These places are easy pickings for looters because the people who patronize them have little power in our society – and because those of us with more power are easily tricked into sneering at these places' failures as a kind of comeuppance that's all that's due to tacky joints that serve the working class.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/23/spineless/#invertebrates

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agendabymooner · 11 months ago

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SOMETHING ANGELIC !!! CHARLES L. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: she was so sweet but her ex should've known better than keeping her his dirty little secret. OR it was wrong to lust after her ex's teammate but charles leclerc was willing to give her everything.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, tbh there's barely smut in there but charles is nasty as fuck so 🙃, ex!carlos sainz x pr manager!reader, hint of corruption kink (not really), p in v, unprotected sex (plz use protection), lowkey possessive!charles, i barely understand what i wrote tbh

note: i only post a lot of charles when he's a dad to the leclerc boys but god did i have some filthy thoughts about him tonight. enjoy xx

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it was wrong to lust for your ex’s teammate, but charles leclerc was determined to make her his and he made sure that she knew that.

a whole winter break was enough to move on, right? right. charles couldn’t give much shit about the time limit for a person to move on from their ex.

not when he saw her throughout the first race week as she took long strides while she followed esteban ocon for the french driver’s media duties. charles used to see her in the ferrari area — being carlos’ sweet secret girlfriend and public relations manager.

how carlos had managed to get away from his crimes of being seen with another woman in public while fucking his manager behind the scenes was something that charles would never understand— but the monégasque pitied the sweet woman for having to see her boyfriend play tonsil hockey with someone else.

she was angelic, having to put up with that kind of thing. and all charles wanted to do was to make her his— to somehow make her realize that she was worth more than what carlos had recognized her for.

his green eyes nearly darkened when he saw her, sitting alone at the booth that the alpine drivers occupied for the night with a sad expression on her pretty face. four months of break away from carlos and she was still affected by the break up that occurred half a year ago.

and her sadness was quickly swept aside when she saw charles taking a stride towards her direction, scooting over instinctively as the ferrari driver offered her a grateful smile and sat next to her.

“i haven’t seen you for a while,” charles told her with a smile, “pierre was incredibly foul for not inviting you to any of our functions during the break.”

“ah- yeah,” she let out an apologetic smile, “i’ve been trying to adjust to my new place in nice. i figured if i was going to be working for alpine, i might as well live in france.”

“oh you moved? trés bonne,” charles nodded, earning a sheepish smile from her. he nearly melted at the sweetness on her reaction. god she was so fucking perfect.

“it’s such a shame i don’t get to see you in the office anymore, though,” he shrugged. “ferrari lost an asset.”

she snorted quietly, “hm, fred even said so. but you know— people come and go.”

“it’s such a pitiful thing, though,” charles said, looking at her while they both drank, “you should’ve been my manager— you’d do more good with me.”

“you’re right,” she drawled, now staring at his eyes as she playfully said, “you wouldn’t fuck me and i wouldn’t get emotionally attached.”

as if they were both in another universe, charles then chuckled darkly and boldly claimed, “i mean... i still would’ve fucked you— i just wouldn’t be stupid enough to let you go and treat you like a dirty little secret.”

she saw how his pupils darkened as he spoke, feeling her legs absentmindedly closing and squirming. as if the floodgates had opened and arousal had gotten the best of her.

“nobody knew about you and sainz but me, right? the amount of times i’ve had to turn a blind eye was insane— i almost thought i’d have to intervene because it was compromising his media duties,” charles admitted, “i wondered what kept you from getting him to move and do his job— it turns out he’s just fucking you in his motorhome. i’ve had to tell the social media manager that he’s just woken up from a nap.”

“he pretended that you’re not even worth the attention after his races because you’ve always been second best to him,” charles tutted.

she huffed, “there’s no need to rub it on my face—“

“—oh no, mon tresor, i’m not being a dickhead about it,” charles shook his head, placing his drink down on the table.

the lights in the club were nothing but colourful strobes that didn’t even spot them, making it easier for him to get closer without anyone noticing and interrupting them.

his breath fanned her ear as he whispered huskily, “i wouldn’t allow him to make you see yourself as second best, mon ange.”

“charles—“ she let out a breathless sigh, feeling his mouth leave open mouthed kisses on her skin. “this is so wron—“

“nothing’s wrong with this when we don’t work anymore, mon tresor,” he murmured. “there’s nothing more wrong than allowing your sweetness to get in the way of the things you so deserve.”

“and you know how to show me the things i deserve?” she asked, almost innocently. god, was he about to cream in his pants if she continued to say shit like this.

“you can demand the world and i’ll give you the universe,” charles watched her accept his offer as he smiled widely.

it was so wrong to lust after her ex’s teammate, but if charles leclerc was willing to give her everything then who was she to reject the offer? the monégasque was telling her to be greedy, and this was the best way to do it.

she felt too overwhelmed. whether it was because of how charles treated her body or how he spoke so dirtily— she wasn’t sure.

her mind was on an overdrive. all she could think about was him. his godlike figure, his prettiest eyes and his thick cock that continued to pound inside her cunt.

she almost shook at his tone as he groaned delightfully right by her ear, “mon dieu, chéri, tu te sens si divin.” my god, darling, you feel so divine.

charles helped her prop herself up back on her knees as his hand guided her eyes towards the mirror in front of them, watching her eyes glistening as much as her cunt did in pleasure.

he then murmured, “do you see yourself, sweetheart? you look so pretty.”

she couldn’t even find herself to look when all she’s thinking about was the cock that stuffed her from behind, a strangled whine escaping her throat as she urged him to move.

“i wish carlos was here to see this,” he chuckled deeply, his fingers pinching her hardened nipple before trailing down her clit to stimulate her even more. she let out a loud whimper, now feeling overwhelmed by his words and his actions as he fucked her once more. “so he knows not to treat you like you’re not worth bragging about.”

“but i guess he had a reason to keep you a secret, hm?” he taunted her, rocking his hips against her as he bottomed out inside her. “because he knew that once you’re out in the world you’d be corrupted by some men. he was so selfish that he thought his sweet innocent girlfriend shouldn’t be corrupted by anyone but him.”

“oh how wrong he was,” charles moaned, his thrusts turning rough and fast as he growled. “you know you deserve better than being a dirty little secret, no?” he tapped her face lightly with his palm as he said, “answer me, mon ange.”

“o- oh- yes,” she cried out, “yes, yes—“

“i can give you everything, mon tresor,” he murmured, “everything that he couldn’t give you.”

“fuck, charles! please,” she mewled, looking behind her with pleading eyes as she begged desperately, “want to cum again, charles please~”

“gonna cum in this pussy of yours, mon ange—“

“please, cum inside me,” she moaned aloud, her desperation echoing around the suite as well as the skins slapping against each other. “please pleaseeee~ just wan’ to cum. god! feel so full, fuck!”

“gonna cum inside you, and make you mine,” he growled quietly, nibbling on her skin as she whined and mewled. her walls clenched at the thought as he chuckled, “oh? you want that, hm? you want me to make this pussy mine?”

“yes! fuck-“ she exclaimed, her body convulsing while she whined, “want you to own me, charles. wanna be stuffed full by you only, charles please~”

“you could’ve asked me a long time ago, mon tresor,” his thrusts turned hard and slower as he came inside her, feeling her clench around his cock as they reached their highs.

she was too fucked out and full, content at the feeling of his cock inside of her while feeling nothing but happiness being in his arms.

charles couldn’t help but grin widely at the sight of her limped body and the dazed expression on her face. he couldn’t find himself to think about his teammate when this sweet woman was finally his.

he knew that he could do so much better treating her like a queen that she was than carlos would ever do.

everything that her ex never gave her— charles would be more than willing to hand it to her on a gold plate.

the next morning, charles found carlos at the hotel lobby as they were both heading to the airport. the two ferrari drivers got to speak to one another before pierre gasly and esteban ocon saw them and talked amongst themselves.

carlos sainz sure was the kind to be confused and puzzled, and he showed this when esteban’s manager — who was once carlos’ girlfriend and manager — approached the group and talked to the drivers before turning to charles with a sweet smile.

“are you going to go now, mon ange?” charles asked with a smile, watching her blush at the attention she got from him as she nodded meekly. “you could just come with us, you know? we’re heading to the same place, anyway.”

“yeah but,” she gestured to the two alpine drivers, “someone has to control these two before the next race week starts.”

the alpine drivers protested against her words as she and charles giggled. charles then looked at her and said, “okay well… text me when you get there, okay?”

she nodded and gave charles a sheepish smile (as if she hadn’t found herself saying the filthiest words to him the night before; not that carlos knew).

charles wrapped his arms around her before kissing her passionately, humming at the taste of her. pierre let out a whistle and esteban grinned at the two toothily.

while carlos… carlos was just confused as fuck.

“see you tomorrow, pretty girl,” charles winked at her, smirk playfully written on his face as she giggled quietly and left with the two alpine drivers.

charles found carlos staring at him with his mouth slightly agape, making the monegasque chuckle and shake his head. “she’s so sweet and pretty, no?”

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chiriwritesstuff · 8 months ago

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The New Girl in Tinseltown - Chapter 2 - Devil's Advocate

A Dieter Bravo x Actress! Reader PR Marriage AU

Previous Chapter │ Series Masterlist │ Next Chapter

Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Chapter Summary: A look into Dieter's point of view at the night of our fated trip to Vegas. How does America's favorite Bad Boy™ end up married to America's New Sweetheart™?

Chapter Warnings and Tags: (Not So) meet cute, PR Relationships, what happens in Vegas ends up in the headlines, Dieter just does not give a FUCK, Smut, SO MUCH SMUT, a look at the inner workings of Tinseltown and the sleaziness it comes with, Dry Humping, A hell of a lot of dirty banter, is that yearning?, mentions of devious deeds by sleazy people in show business, our loverboy makes a 'Pride and Prejudice reference, SLOW BURN WE DONT KNOW IT, this is unhinged, no use of y/n, No beta we die like men!

Word Count: 8K (whoops!)

A/N: I know, I know, I KNOW. I promised the release of this chapter weeks ago, but I got struck by the not-covid-but-felt-like-covid virus and managed to get myself into the biggest writing slump. I really do apologize for that, and I want to give a big thank you to everyone who stuck around and showed and shared love and support for the first chapter and this series! I can confidently say that the writing slump has finally passed, and we can finally get this crazy show on the road...

An (almost) year before that night in Vegas.

“Dieter, I'm expecting you to be on your best behavior tonight."

Dieter scowls at his publicist while his groomer diligently applies yet another round of pomade in an attempt to tame his unruly curls. "Define best behavior."

"They're about to launch a new girl into the circuit, some unknown that the studio thinks will become the next girl next door," his publicist responds, tapping away at his MacBook. "She's a genuinely sweet thing, all doe-eyed and untouched by the suits. Apparently, she's so sweet that Feldman-"

“Let me guess,” Dieter deadpans, "Feldman wants to fuck her," he rolls his eyes at that, slightly curious at the prospect of fresh blood. "Why am I not surprised?"

"That's not the best part," his publicist quips, his eyes locking with Dieter's over the rim of his laptop. "The studio wants to protect their asset, so much so that they hired-"

"No fucking way, they hired the Shark for this broad? What? Does she have beer-flavored nipples or something?" Dieter exclaims, his curiosity piqued. "Is she really that sweet?"

His publicist's mouth quirks into a small smirk. "The sweetest, most fucking forbidden fruit, my friend. So sweet that the Shark doesn't want you within ten feet of his client."

"Oh yeah?" Dieter replies, his eyes raised.

"Hell yeah. He tried to corner me earlier, warning me to keep my client's - and I quote - Dirty fucking paws off of his Doll-"

"Doll, huh? I bet I could tap that," Dieter challenges, his chest puffed out.

Dieter's publicist chuckles to himself, shaking his head. "Dieter, I know you believe you're God's gift to the masses, but trust me, this Doll? She's a bit out of your league."

Dieter leans back in his chair, a sly grin forming on his face. "Out of my league, huh? That just makes it more interesting. The thrill of the chase, my friend."

His publicist raises an eyebrow, skeptical. "Dieter, I've seen you chase plenty, but this Doll is different. She's not like the others. There's an innocence about her that even your charm might struggle to crack."

Dieter smirks, undeterred. "Well, we'll see about that. The forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest, doesn't it?"

The publicist lets out a resigned sigh. "Just remember, Dieter, not every fruit is meant to be plucked."

"What is this event even for?" Dieter counters, appraising himself as his stylist smooths the fabric of his suit, a deep emerald green number with a crisp obsidian button-down. He pouts at the mirror, glancing at his publicist and his agent behind him. "It's not the Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards again, is it?"

"Why? So you could be caught doing blow off a toilet bowl seat like last year? I'm still doing damage control for that, you know," his agent deadpans. "You're in luck; it's the MTV Movie Awards-"

"... and this is Doll's debut, huh? Is she up for an award or something?"

"Several, actually. Surprisingly, her last film gained quite the following-"

"... let me guess, it's some rom-com," Dieter interjects, a hint of disinterest in his tone. "What are the categories?"

"Three, to be exact." His agent smirks into his cognac. "Best Female Lead, Female Breakout Star, and Best Kiss-"

"Best Kiss? Seriously?" Dieter retorts incredulously, his eyes widening. "What's the name of her movie? I might need to see it for myself-"

"Dieter, level with me. Are you gonna keep your dirty fucking paws off of the Shark's asset?" his publicist sighs, giving him a stern look. "As much as I want to shove my foot up his fucking ass, I don't have the energy to have him breathing down my back the entire fucking night-" he looks off into Dieter's direction, who is currently on your Wikipedia page. He frowns. "Dieter, do you hear me?"

"What?" Dieter snaps, slamming his phone onto his seat.

"Can you manage to be on your best behavior tonight? Stay clear of-"

"No. I mean, sure, fine, whatever-" Dieter interrupts, his tone dismissive.

"Dieter-"

"I heard you! I promise to stay away from her, but the real question is, are you able to keep her away from me?" He smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

The (not-so meet cute) at the MTV Movie Awards.

"Dieter!" you shout, hastily making your way toward him, clearly a few drinks in. "Surprised to see you here!" you shout excitedly, a little wobble in your step as you approach him.

You adorn a sleek silver gown, your hair elegantly swept to one side, and your radiant face contrasting vividly with the venue's intense lights. Dieter finds himself momentarily breathless as he gazes at you, captivated by your ethereal presence, akin to an angel descending into the depths of hell. "Fuck me," he murmurs under his breath as you draw near, the collar around his neck suddenly feeling constrictive as he nervously swallows. "What the hell? I never get nervous around women," he mutters to himself, his eyes tracing the entirety of your figure. His pants grow notably tighter, his attention fixated on the hypnotic sway of your hips.

He greets you with a nervous smile as you come face to face, tenderly planting a kiss on your cheek. His eyes close momentarily as he savors your delicate scent, a sensation that electrifies his chest and courses through his veins, prompting his hands to instinctively caress the back of your head as he subtly tries to capture another whiff. A subtle sense of pride swells within him as he notices the blush unexpectedly blooming across your skin, its warmth cascading down your cleavage.

Forbidden fucking fruit indeed.

"Doll," he attempts to say smoothly, a hint of nervousness lacing his voice. "I've heard so much about you. Congrats on your wins tonight; they're truly well-deserved!"

"Really?" you suddenly squeal, and Dieter feels like he could get lost in your energy. It's pure, sweet, and so inherently innocent—the childlike wonder of being thrust into the limelight, untarnished by the sleazy underbelly of Hollywood. He can't help but internally frown, foreseeing the inevitable vultures in suits trying to get a piece of you. Their insatiable hunger for new, sweet flesh is something he knows all too well.

"Well, yeah, Doll, you killed it, as expected. Winning tonight and sweeping all your nominations was a given," he muses, casually leaning against his chair. As he leans towards you, a subconscious desire prompts him to take another whiff of your perfume, desperately trying to commit its essence to memory amid the haze of his coke-induced high. He can't resist burying his nose in your hair, eyes closing as he takes you in once more.

"Dieter-" you question his sudden boldness, a nervous chuckle escaping you.

"I'm sorry, baby-" he moans into your neck, his hands traveling down the length of your back. "You must tell me what the name of your perfume is, its divine-"

"Oh," you laugh as Dieter pulls you into him tighter, groaning as his hands travel dangerously close down your hips. "It's 'Missing Person' by-"

"Doll," a voice emerges from behind the two of you, accompanied by a stern clearing of someone's throat. Dieter's expression darkens as he recognizes the owner of the voice, but not before planting one final teasing kiss against your throat. With a smirk playing on his lips, he straightens up and turns to confront the perpetually annoyed yet annoyingly handsome face of the man Hollywood dubs 'The Shark'- also known as the most ruthless of publicists in all of Tinseltown, protecting his clients with an iron fist so strong no one ever thinks of crossing him.

Unless they wanted a cease and desist letter shoved so far up their assholes... without any fucking lube.

Dieter gets it, though. If he were in his shoes and he had a client like you? All sweet and pure with the face of an angel but a body curated by the Devil himself?

Well, he would fuck your brains out and make you forget your name first, but that's beside the point. The point is, he gets it, he really fucking does.

"Well well well," Dieter croons as he holds his hand up towards your publicist. "It's been a long time, Shark. Tell me, did you have to call ahead to make sure that some poor bloke's mangled testicles made it onto your plate for tonight, or did you rip someone's balls off fresh on-site?" he snarks with the raise of his eyebrow, shaking his head as your publicist stares at his outstretched hand in greeting. Dieter scoffs as he retreats his hand, placing it on his hip.

"Bravo," Your publicist grits through clenched teeth as he tries to appear as unbothered as possible. "Aren't you a little old to be here tonight? The rumors aren't true, you know. Fucking girls close to half your age doesn't keep you young, but I suppose it makes sense, considering a woman your age would know better-"

"Shark, I won't tolerate you talking like that in the presence of an actual earth-bound angel. Just because she's young doesn't mean she doesn't know right from wrong-" Dieter retorts, flashing you a smoldering smile. "... you know how to handle yourself, don't you, Doll? You don't need some uptight prick telling you what you can and cannot do, right?" he winks, a slight puff to his chest.

You visibly shiver at his cheeky insinuation, nodding. "Right," you breathe, taking a hasty gulp of your champagne. "I'm 29 years old, I don't need you defending my 'honor' like I'm some virginal maiden-"

"Well, when my client has far too many drinks in her and doesn't understand the kind of man she's in the presence of-"

"The Devil, right?" Dieter exclaims, pointing to himself. "A no-good washed-up actor who fucks anything with two legs while high off my rocker, who just so happens to be good at what I do with the Oscar in my shitter to prove it? Don't you think she knows all of this? My bare ass isn't on the front page of TMZ weekly because I'm a nobody, baby."

"Oh my god, Dieter," you gush, clapping your hands together. "I loved you in-"

"Doll," your publicist interrupts, a firm hand on your shoulder. "You have that meeting with Favreau at the Beverley Hills in 30 minutes. As much as we would love to stay and chat... we have our jobs to get to, right Doll?" your publicist says to you sweetly, his hand grazing your arm. He clears his throat, nodding at Dieter. "Bravo, it was stimulating, as always," he deadpans with a hint of finality, pulling on your elbow like a lost puppy on a leash. Dieter swallows as he witnesses your light dimming from your face, a small frown on your face as you try to remain cordial, a fake smile etched on your face.

"It was nice meeting you, Dieter," you almost whisper, pulling him into one last hug. "... maybe we'll just run into each other again soon?" You quickly whisper in his ear, and the thought of the two of you meeting up in secret thrills him to no end. His dick certainly twitches at the prospect.

Dieter takes one last whiff of your scent, his eyes closing as he wills the time to stand still, not wanting to lose the warmth radiating from your aura. He presses one last kiss on your cheek, his fingers caressing the spot as he gives you a genuine smile.

"... it wouldn't be soon enough, baby."

He gives The Shark one last salute, flipping him off once his back is toward him. “Fucking asshole cockblock,” he mutters to himself, patting his suit pocket for his little baggie of E. He pinches the baggie between his fingers, looking at its contents in silent contemplation. I guess if I can't get the girl, at least I can get the high, right?

The morning after.

Dieter is face down on his sofa in his boxers and his robe, groaning from the after-effects of his debauchery just a few hours before. As if his skull is splitting into two, he winces as he turns himself onto his back, staring aimlessly into his ceiling as his iPhone suddenly starts to go off from under him.

Sighing, he blindly reaches for his phone, one eye open as he squints into the tiny, shattered screen.

TMZ NEWS FLASH! Up-and-coming Actress who swept MTV awards show last night being groped by Resident Playboy Dieter Bravo? Her publicist sweeps in to save our New "It" Girl in Tinseltown from the grasp of the Devil himself-

Dieter scoffs as he swipes the notification away, his eyes scanning the next headline.

AP NEWS ALERT: Dieter Bravo seen kissing Rising Actress at MTV Movie Awards last night, is a new romance brewing between the Fresh-Faced Actress and Playboy Lothario Dieter Bravo?

"Dieter," his publicist groans as he walks into the room, picking up a crumpled pair of boxer briefs off the sofa, and throws himself on it, pinching the space between his eyebrows as he shakes his head. "What the hell did I tell you? Stay away from The Shark's client, don't grope her in front of him! Can't you just listen to me for once?"

"It was innocent! I kept my hands at a respectable distance from her ass," Dieter retorts, throwing his phone across the room. "I didn't even make a move—"

"That's not the point, Dieter!" his publicist spits back, pulling out his phone. "Do you realize how much this guy despises you? I'm good at my job, but The Shark? I can't go against a god—"

"You're making him out to be some untouchable—"

"...because he is untouchable, Dieter! Do you even know he's buddies with Feldman? After learning about your stunt last night, he's considering pulling you from the project."

"Please," Dieter scoffs, rolling his eyes. "They need me more than I need them! I'm practically doing them a favor, signing on to this fucking movie. They're not going to pull Dieter Bravo from a sinking ship! It's just scare tactics!"

"Yeah, well, you know what they say. The pussy is stronger than god, right?" his publicist replies, scrolling through his phone. "Feldman didn't appreciate your hands on his girl, and now he's out for blood. I warned you about this, D. Is some girl worth losing a multi-million dollar contract? Do you want to go back to doing 'surprise guest star' roles on cable TV? I heard they're thinking of rebooting 'Suits', it might be a good fit for you-"

"So what do I need to do then?" Dieter fires back, a joint between his lips. "I assume I'll be needing to make a public statement or some shit? Keep the old bastard happy?"

"It's funny you mention that D. I have an email from The Shark himself, with a list of what he wants you to say in your statement, promising he'll back the fuck off if you promise to not go within ten feet of his asset-"

"Have you ever heard of 'Missing People' perfume?" Dieter suddenly asks, taking a hit off his joint, his eyes following the thick plume of smoke as he leans back into the sofa. "Missing... Woman?" he mumbles to himself absentmindedly, licking his lips. "Fuck, what did she say it was? I need to stop going to these things blitzed out of my fucking mind-"

"Dieter, focus. Are we releasing the statement or not?"

"MARCUS!" Dieter calls out for his PA suddenly, ignoring his publicist as he grabs the phone out of his hands. "MARCUS! I NEED YOU!"

"Yes D?" Marcus responds as he rushes into the living room, pulling a fresh pack of Kitkat out of his back pocket. "Did you need a snack?"

"Have you ever heard of 'Missing Someone' perfume?" he asks once more as he pulls up the Safari app on his publicist's phone.

"You mean 'Missing Person' by Phlur?" Marcus quips, picking up the stray pieces of discarded clothing strewn randomly around the room. “One of my favorite actresses just became the spokesperson for that perfume, swears by it-“

“Missing PERSON, that’s what it was!” Dieter shouts, tossing his publicist's phone back at him. “Marcus, you’re a fucking godsend! I knew there was a reason why I kept you around! Could you do me a small favor?”

"What do you need, D?" Marcus asks eagerly, his hand perched on his hip.

"I need you to buy me 'Missing People'. A couple of bottles, at least."

"How many is a couple?" Marcus asks with a nervous chuckle. "Five? Are you giving these out as gifts or something?"

"Maybe I could call Chriselle, and tell her you're interested in the company, there are more scents suitable for men, D," his publicist says casually, pulling out his laptop from his messenger bag. "I ran into her at Erewhon the other day, she's a big fan of your work, and couldn't stop talking about Cliff Beasts... Now, about that statement-"

"Fuck asking, just go to Neimans or Sephora or something and buy out their entire stock. Lotions and body wash and candles if it comes in that scent, too, Marcus. Go to all of the fucking Sephoras if you need to."

"... the entire stock? D, what is this for?"

"Do I pay you to ask all of these fucking questions? Don't worry about what I'm going to do with it. Just get it in my hands by the end of the day, do you think you could swing that?"

"... yes?"

Dieter takes another drag out of his joint, nodding aimlessly. "Great. Also, stop by Blicks on your way back. I need an entire arsenal and the biggest canvas they have. New brushes, too! Set up my studio and put the 'Missing People' in my bathroom, and I'll want my usual In n Out order, too."

Flustered, Marcus pulls out his phone and starts typing Dieter's requests on his notes app. Running a nervous hand through his hair, he looks at his boss once more. "Anything else?"

"Yeah. Get the fuck out of my face and get to work, Marcus. Chop Chop!"

His assistant nods and scrambles out of the living room, tripping on the corner of the area rug on his way out. Dieter's publicist raises his eyebrow at the display, shaking his head as he types away on his laptop. "You know, you could be nicer to him, D. He tries hard to cater to your every fucking whim and fancy... now, are we gonna release that fucking statement or not?"

"What statement?" Dieter asks absentmindedly as he pulls out a small baggie from his robe pocket.

"The one where you say that you had a little too much to drink and that you didn't mean anything by groping Doll at the Movie Awards, and that you're really sorry and will be donating a couple thousand to a women's shelter-"

"... and this will make The Shark happy? and Feldman off my ass?" he replies, rubbing his gums as he smiles to himself. "I'll be able to stay on the project?"

"You can start packing your bags, yes. Filming starts in a week for the next few months in Europe. It'll give this whole Movie Awards nonsense some time to blow over."

Dieter considers this for a moment. He sticks his tongue out in contemplation, coming to the unsettling realization that he hasn't been in a major studio project in the last few years. He needs this job more than they need him, and deep down, he knows this. He takes one last drag out of his joint, flicking the roach away as he turns towards his publicist.

"Release the fucking statement."

His publicist nods, fingers flying across the keyboard. "Good," he murmurs, genuine relief softening his features. "I can't handle you out of work for another month, not after the fucking pandemic... What's the deal with all that perfume, anyway?"

"What?" Dieter replies absentmindedly, scratching his beard.

"The stuff you made Marcus buy in bulk," his publicist clarifies.

"Forget the perfume. Do you still have those photos I sent you?"

"I've got them, but I haven't checked them out yet. Why?"

Dieter gestures toward the laptop. "Why don't you take a look?"

His publicist eyes him warily, opening the email. His expression shifts to shock as he glimpses the contents. "Is this—"

Dieter nods, a smirk creeping onto his face. "Yep."

"This is huge, Dieter. How did you even get these? They're screwed if this ever goes public—"

"That's why it's payback time. A little warning shot," Dieter interrupts, leaning forward eagerly. "We leak the photos. Anonymously, of course."

"Dieter," his publicist warns, "If they trace it back to you—"

"I'll take the risk. They messed with the wrong guy," Dieter scoffs, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "These amateurs think they can get away with it?" he mutters to himself, then clears his throat. "Remember our motto?"

"Nobody fucks with Dieter Bravo."

Dieter leans back on the sofa, nodding. "That's right. Nobody fucks with Dieter Bravo."

Six Months later.

"Hi, I'm Carol Cobb!"

"... and I'm Dieter Bravo!"

"And we are doing a Wired Autocomplete Interview!"

"Alright! Is Dieter Bravo..." Carol energetically rips the first sheet of paper off her card, a playful smile spreading across her face as Dieter looks attentively at the camera. "Is Dieter Bravo dead?!" She bursts into laughter, smacking Dieter with the card, who simply shrugs. "Wow! Why would they hit us with that right out of the gate?"

"Not dead yet!" Dieter exclaims, pushing his signature glasses off his face while gazing into the camera. "Got close... several times," he adds with a pointed smirk.

"...and we are very much thankful for that!" Carol shouts. "Shall we move on to the next one?" She tears the next slip of paper, her eyes widening as she reads, “Is Dieter Bravo secretly married?!”

“Well, it wouldn’t be a secret if I spilled the beans now, would it?” Dieter smiles conspiratorially, rubbing his chin in contemplation.

“I can't imagine you ever settling down,” Carol muses with a smirk. "It seems unnatural, like going against the natural order of things, like sea animals on land. Dieter Bravo, settled down with one girl? Hell would have to freeze over before that ever happens," she teases.

"I think it could happen," Dieter says matter-of-factly, crossing his arms over his chest as he settles back into his seat.

"What could happen?" Carol asks, her curiosity piqued.

"Settling down. Getting married, perhaps... even starting a family," Dieter replies thoughtfully.

"It would take quite the woman to make 'The Great Lothario' change his ways. Seems like an impossible feat," Carol interrupts, chuckling. "A woman who can stop the great Dieter Bravo from his manwhoring ways? Maybe someone who lives under a rock and doesn't know about your reputation."

"Actually," Dieter interjects, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I think I've met someone recently who's made quite an impression on me."

Carol's eyes widen in surprise. "What do you mean, you think you've met someone? Who is this mysterious girl that's captured your attention, D?"

"Well, she's an actress-"

"Of course," Carol quips with a knowing smirk.

"... she's new. I had the pleasure of meeting her at the MTV Movie-"

"You're not talking about Doll, are you? The woman you groped after meeting her for the first time? Someone even said that they caught you sniffing her! Who does that, Dieter?!"

"I am a connoisseur of all things exquisite and beautiful, ma chérie. She smelled absolutely divine, and I swear her scent lingered on me for days after, I swear, just let me nuzzle my face in between the valley of those luscious tits-"

"God, D. I think they're gonna have to edit this shit out!" Carol mutters, looking embarrassed by Dieter's boldness. She leans towards Dieter. "I thought you signed some embargo with The Shark promising you wouldn't mention her," she whispers in his ears. "Even I wouldn't think to fuck with him-"

"Well, Feldman was my main concern, and now he's facing jail time for all of those underage claims and those leaked photos, so fuck it!" Dieter counters, knowing damn well he worked behind the scenes for it to happen, leaking a few photos he had stored away on his iCloud, kissing himself on the mouth knowing it would come in handy sooner or later.

AP NEWS ALERT: Hollywood bigshot arrested for leaked inappropriate images from an anonymous source of various actresses, denies all allegations of misconduct.

One asshole down, one Shark to bury next, he thinks to himself, chuckling at the thought. "Besides, I can't get her out of my fucking mind! I've never felt this way about a woman before, Carol, I mean it this time!"

"I mean, she's undeniably beautiful," Carol agrees, "but she's still new to the industry. They've been typecasting her in those romcoms with whatshisname, but I've heard she's pushing for more challenging roles—"

"Cut!" The director's voice slices through the air, his eyes narrowed at them both. "This interview is about promoting Cliff Beasts, not discussing Dieter's love life with some woman."

"Hey, that 'woman'? She's my future wife, so watch your damn mouth," Dieter snaps back, his tone defensive.

"Whoa, D, hold on. Future wife? You barely know her!" Carol interjects, her hand pressed against her chest in disbelief. "Take it easy, baby. Get to know her first, at least."

"It's gonna happen, Carol. I can feel it in my damn bones. I was drawn to her the moment I laid eyes on her," Dieter insists, his confidence unwavering.

"Listen, Casanova, I don't care who you think you're gonna marry, but we're on a tight schedule here!" the director interrupts, frustration evident in his voice. "Stick to the damn questions, and no more talk about your little 'girlfriend.'"

"Fine," Dieter mutters, rolling his eyes and taking a sip of water. "But do me a favor—don't cut out the part about her assets. It'll bring in views like crazy. I did you a favor there."

The director waves him off as he storms away. "Remind me why I took this job knowing this idiot would be here," he mutters to himself, heading back behind the camera.

The day of the (not so thought out) wedding.

Dieter is anxiously bouncing his leg, biting his pinky nail as his groomer meticulously applies another layer of concealer under his darkened eyes. "Jeez D, have you been sleeping at all lately?"

"What?" Dieter asks absentmindedly, running a shaky hand through his curls. "Yeah- I've been sleeping, why?"

“Your under-eyes, D. They’re darker than my fucking soul, man. Didn’t I tell you to lay off on the sauce? I’m on my fourth layer of concealer-“

“It’s nothing,” Dieter says dismissively. “Just… have you ever been in love?”

"Sure I have," his groomer replies, a small smile on their face. "That's why I'm married, silly. Why?"

"Say you like a girl, and you think that this girl might be interested but then TMZ posts leaked photos of said girl and some beefed up Hollywood hunk "canoodling" with each other while filming their movie together in Canada-"

"This is Doll that we're talking about, correct? The one you groped at the MTV Movie-"

"I DIDN'T GROPE HER!" Dieter exclaims, groaning as he sinks further into his seat. "Why does everyone keep saying that? I was simply giving her a friendly, yet casual hug when she APPROACHED ME-" He huffs like a petulant child, his arms crossed around his chest in defiance. "Anyway, I thought, after I desperately tried to shoot my shot, let my intentions known in that 'Wired' Interview with Carol, that she would contact me, you know? Maybe slide into my DMs-"

“Slide into your DMs?” His groomer scoffs, plucking a stray eyebrow hair with their tweezers from his face as he dramatically flinches, narrowing his eyes at them. “You flat out said you wanted to smother your face in the ‘valley of her luscious tits’, I would be surprised if she hasn't filed a restraining order against you yet... Let me give you a bit of advice: Girls want to be romanced, not objectified! ... have you ever had a 'real' girlfriend before, D?"

"Hey! I've had girlfriends, alright?" Dieter groans, frustration evident in his voice as he clenches his fists. "Just because they didn't stick around afterward doesn't mean it was all my fault, okay?"

"The girls you hook up with during your benders and then discard once the high wears off don't exactly qualify as 'real' girlfriends, D! Let's be serious here!"

"That's what I'm trying to be," he whines, "I'm trying SO HARD to be serious for once! I can't get this girl out of my head, and it's been what? Almost a year since I've met her? I can't get my dick hard when I'm with anyone else anymore, I don't want to take drugs, it's like I'm fucking broken or something! ... and now she's off fucking Joe Hollywood over here like I'm not bleeding my fucking heart out for her-"

"Wait, you mean to tell me that you're actually sober right now?"

"Well, yeah. The last time I took something was before filming Cliff Beasts, I thought you knew that. Anyway, it doesn't fucking matter. All of that and she doesn't even notice me."

"Well, I would tell you that if you had bothered to read TMZ this morning instead of sulking, you would know that there are split rumors between this girl and Hollywood neanderthal," His groomer retorts, a shit-eating grin on their face. "It was over before it even began. I mean, I've heard for such a massive man, he has quite the tiny di-"

Dieter perks up at that. "Say that again."

"They've broken up. She's back on the market, silly goose."

"So that means-"

"That means that I'm going to groom the shit out of you and help you out by making her realize just what she's missing out on, D." His groomer replies, massaging his scalp as they make eye contact through the mirror in front of them. "You're lucky that I consider myself a hopeless romantic. If you promise not to break her heart, I'll help you get the girl, ok?"

"Shit, do you think she'll like me?" Dieter says nervously, fidgeting in his seat.

"Obviously," his groomer replies cryptically, a smirk forming on the corner of their mouth. "I may or may not have some intel from another groomer friend of mine about their supposed breakup."

"Oh?" Dieter perks up, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. "... and what would that intel be?"

"Oh, you know. Someone might have asked their stylist if they think you'll be attending tonight, how she kept trying to be sly about it."

"Doll asked about me?! Are you serious?" Dieter's excitement is palpable.

"Well, according to my friend, the reason why they broke up was that someone might have moaned your name while being eaten out by 'Joe Hollywood' the other day-"

"No fucking way!"

"She's into you, D! I would say that your little ploy during the 'Wired' interview worked more than you think, bud."

Dieter nods, taking the biggest sigh of relief as he settles in his chair. "One last thing, do you groom just the top half of me, or are you open to grooming other places?"

"What do you mean?" his groomer cocks their head to the side.

"Shit, well... are you open to grooming my nether regions? It's been a while since I've been with a woman, I'm almost full caveman down there-"

His groomer tsks, pulling out their phone. "Dieter, as much as I love you, I don't love you that much. Let me call someone for that, ok?"

A few hours later, on the red carpet.

"Dieter," his publicist says under his breath as they walk down the red carpet. "The cameras are this way, why are you so distracted?"

"I'm looking for someone," Dieter replies as he winks at the sea of paparazzi, flashing them a peace sign as he walks toward the venue's entrance.

"Well, who are you looking for?" His publicist replies impatiently, looking down the red carpet.

"Doll, obviously. Do you know if she's arrived yet?"

His publicist rolls his eyes, sighing. "She arrived about five minutes ago, don't you see her?"

Dieter inhales deeply, his gaze scanning past the vibrant red carpet until it locks onto yours. His breath catches in his chest, surprised by the unexpected connection. You appear taken aback at first, but swiftly compose yourself, subtly angling your body towards him with a seductive smile playing on your lips.

"Holy Shit..." Dieter's mind races with excitement. "She really does want me."

Filled with newfound confidence, he playfully purses his lips in your direction, sending a cheeky kiss your way as his eyebrows wiggle in amusement. A flush of color blooms across your cheeks in response, catching his eye. But as he revels in the moment, he notices The Shark's gaze narrowing in his direction, a whisper passing between him and you.

That's fucking right Shark. I'm coming for my girl, and there is nothing you can fucking do about it.

Later, Dieter observes you from across the room as you sit at your table, alone, nursing another glass of champagne. He notices how you try to avoid meeting his gaze, despite catching you stealing glances at him throughout the night when you think he isn't looking. It surprises him to see you being so reserved, so quiet, especially without The Shark hovering around you like a protective dragon guarding its treasure.

What's gotten you so down, babydoll? he muses, leaning back into his chair. As if you could read his thoughts, your eyes meet from across the room once more, and you quickly look away, smiling to yourself at getting caught looking.

Dieter senses the moment's significance, his heart racing with anticipation. He knows he must seize this opportunity, the perfect moment to step forward and break the barrier between the two of you. With a determined smile, he decides it's time to make his move.

As he rises from his chair, Dieter's confidence swells, fueled by the intensity of the moment. With purposeful strides, he crosses the room, his gaze fixed on you, the anticipation building with each step. This is his chance to bridge the gap, to finally reveal the feelings he's kept hidden for so long.

He draws in another deep breath as he approaches you from behind, mustering his most seductive gaze as he leans in towards your exposed ear, his warm breath grazing your skin.

"I can't help but notice that you've been eye-fucking me the entire night."

He groans softly as he takes a seat in the chair beside yours, hoping to conceal any nerves as he attempts to exude charm. "I guess my little ploy of trying to get your attention with that 'Wired' interview worked out in my favor-"

You respond with a subtle smile, your fingers gracefully tracing the edge of your champagne glass. How does something as simple as that manage to rile me up? he wonders inwardly, returning your smile.

"You know," you say softly, a chuckle escaping you as you shake your head in disbelief, "There are more normal ways to get a girl's attention-"

The longer Dieter spends in your presence, the more he feels himself on edge, the tension mounting with every passing moment. His pulse quickens, and he can't ignore the growing semi in his suit pants. It's astonishing how much you affect him, like a siren calling out for him while lost at sea, lying in wait, ready to bring him to absolute ruin.

Fuck. Keep it cool, Bravo.

"Ah, but you're America's Sweetheart, and your pitbull of a publicist won't let me near you, I had to let my-" he gulps at the sight of your ample bust, licking his lips in anticipation, "... intentions very clearly known."

"Well," you breathe, chest heaving. "I don't know if it's 'clearly' known," your voice drops to a whisper, like a secret that is shared only between the both of you, two lonely souls amongst a sea of chaos. "I think you're just going to have to spell it out for me."

Dieter, sensing victory, leans back triumphantly, spreading his legs as he subtly encloses you within his space. His dark, smoldering gaze meets your thinly veiled attempt at your best innocent doe eyes... but Dieter sees right through it. He grins widely, reveling in the knowledge that he's the cat about to get all of the cream—your cream. That's right, babydoll, I've finally caught you, and I'm never going to let you go.

He laughs at the sight of you, his chin motioning to your breasts. "Do you want to have sex with me, Dollface?"

Your eyes widen, and a small gasp escapes your lips, as you search his gaze, trying to decipher if he's just bullshitting or if he's actually fucking serious. I'm serious, alright, he chuckles to himself. "If I miscalculated this fucking thing that's going on between us, tell me and I'll fuck off, leave you alone-"

"What if I don't want you to fuck off, and want to tell you that I'm this close to being plastered and that all I kept thinking about tonight is you railing me with that huge cock we both know is aching for me in some deserted hallway-" you challenge, picking your champagne glass for good measure, downing its contents in one swig. For courage, he thinks. "I would beg to ask you... what's taking you so damn long, Bravo?"

WhatsApp chat between Dieter & Marcus: Dieter: Hey Marcus, are you still in the venue? Marcus: Yes! With your publicist. Did you need something? Dieter: This party blows. Can I borrow your car? Marcus: Oh, did you want me to drive you home? The party just started, Dieter. Dieter: I can drive myself back, stay for the party! Catch a ride with the suits afterward! Get shitfaced, you're officially off the clock! Marcus: Seriously? Do you know how to drive a stick? It's my baby, I don't know if I feel comfortable with you driving it, are you high right now? 🤦‍♂️ Dieter: No, for the last time, I'm fucking clean, man. Just do me a solid and let me borrow your car, I swear I'll give you a fucking raise! What do you want for one night with your baby? Tell me, I'll give you anything! Marcus: Fine. Just tell me what you did with all of that fucking perfume, there"s a bet going on and I would like to shove it in your publicist's face that I know! Dieter: Seriously man? That's all you want? Marcus: Do you want my keys or not, D? Dieter: Fine. I took the fucking perfume, doused my entire bedroom in it, and fucked myself smelling it thinking about Doll. Dieter: Is that enough of an explanation for you? Come the fuck on, man, I need your car! Please! 🙏 Marcus: 🙌 Meet me at the lobby in five.

"So tell me," Dieter shouts as he peels out of the parking lot, laughing at the delighted squeal that escapes your lips as you throw your head back, your arms raised upward as he turns quickly into the streets of Los Angeles. "How often did you think about me, babydoll?"

You boldly reach over to cup his erection, your small hand wrapping around the tip of it. "As much as I reckon you thought of me, Bravo. Tell me, how often did you come, alone in that massive bed of yours, to the thought of your cock thrusting into my tight pussy?"

"Fuck baby, do you want me to crash this car? It's not mine, you know?"

"Answer the fucking question, Bravo."

"Baby, if you only knew how much I fucking came just thinking about your tits... I don't think you know just what exactly you got yourself into, little girl... but I'll show you just how I thought of you coming on my fat cock, giving me absolutely everything-"

I've been hungry for you, baby, and I'm going to feast on every inch of your body, just you fucking wait-

He cackles like a madman as he peels into the dwindling streets of LA. "Are you hungry, Dollface?" he yells, almost running a red light, his eyes fixed on the glowing In n Out sign in the distance.

"I shouldn't, I have that screen test next week-"

"Fuck the screen test!" he shouts. "The night is young, and you are gorgeous. Let Dieter take care of you, baby... while I still have you in my grasp. I ain't gonna waste a moment I have you in my orbit!"

He pulls into the In n Out parking lot, cutting the engine, and pulls you into his lap, his face immediately diving into the valley between your breasts. "You can suffocate me with these tits and I would die a happy man," he mumbles against your skin, his growl reverberating throughout your entire body like wildfire. "What do you say, Doll? Would you do me the honors?"

"Fuck Dieter," you moan, tipping your head back in pleasure as his tongue teases the edge of your dress covering your breasts. "Grab my tits," you beg, grabbing his hands for good measure. Dieter wastes no time as he grabs the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss, his tongue licking along the seam of your mouth, begging for entrance.

"Open up for me, baby girl. Let Dieter taste you-" he pleads, and you pull away with him, your hair wrecked and lipstick smeared. Dieter imagines he looks as wrecked as you do, his pupils blown and chest heaving. You pull him into another kiss, sighing into it, your mouth opening slightly. Dieter takes this as a sign to devour you completely, your tongues fighting for dominance as you begin to rock your hot pussy against his thick cock.

"I want to ride you into the sunset, D," you whisper, pulling at his curls harshly. "Are you gonna give me what I want? Or am I going to have to find someone else to do it?"

"Fuck-" Dieter pants, his gaze reaching yours, his mouth agape in awe. "How in the fuck did I get so fucking lucky-"

"Grab my tits, D," you ask once more, moaning and throwing your head back, biting your lower lip as you grind on his throbbing erection. Dieter quickly obliges, his large hands engulfing both of your breasts. His fingertips graze the edge of your dress, the hardness of your nipple pressing into the middle of his palm, and he swears that if he were to be struck down dead right at this moment, he would die a happy man.

"Shit, I knew that your tits would feel amazing, but you are so fucking soft-"

"Oh yeah?" you tease, your teeth grazing the shell of his ear. "I'm soft in other places, too." You whisper in his ear, and he swears he feels the ghost of your smile as he moves his hands back on your hips, his fingertips squeezing the softness of your ass as he angles his dick where he imagines your clit to be, thrusting into your hot, wet heat. "Fuck, so goddamn soft-" he groans, his tongue licking a wet stripe along the tops of your breasts. "You're fucking everything I never knew I always wanted, baby girl," he praises you honestly, cupping your cheek as he pulls you into another kiss, groaning as your tongue dances with his, leaving him breathless.

"Am I?" you pant as you wrap your arms around his neck, your pussy dragging along the thick outline of his cock. "You talk like you want to marry me or something-"

"... oh, but I do want to marry you, breed you, keep you locked up in my mansion... you have no idea just how much I've thought about you, these last few months-"

"Dieter! My Man!" someone shouts in the distance. "What the fuck are you doing here?!"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he yells back, "I'm about to fuck this beautiful woman in an In n Out parking lot, what are you doing here?"

"Fuck, can I take a pic, man?" the fan shouts as he approaches the convertible.

"Don't you see we're a little preoccupied?" you shout at the fan, flicking him off. "Get the fuck out of here!" you shout.

The fan quickly takes a shot of the both of you with his iPhone, a half-hearted apology mumbled out of his mouth as he quickly runs back inside of the restaurant, probably to the group of men who are completely unaware of the two celebrities dry-humping the fuck out of each other in their wake, eating their double-doubles and sneaking sips out of a cup filled with some cheap ass vodka, fist-bumping the night away.

"Are you gonna come in those Gucci pants of yours, D?" you tease, your pace quickening as you ride his dick relentlessly. "How does it feel having America's Sweetheart getting you to come in your pants, baby?"

"Fuck," Dieter pants, his hand wrapping around your neck as he pushes you against the steering wheel, angling the tip of his cock against your clit. "How does it feel to get fucked by The Devil, sweetheart? Your pussy is begging me to just rip those fucking panties off and just claim you, right in front of all of these fucking people-"

You shiver at that, a choked curse and his name out of your mouth as he sees the entirety of your body begin to quiver and shake.

"Don't fight it, baby, I know you fucking like the attention, I know you want everyone to see how much of a bad fucking girl you are inside... but don't worry, Dieter knows, and I'll help you show them," he pulls you against him harshly, your chest pushed up against his, as his teeth sink at the hollow of your neck. "I'll get the world to see just who you really are, baby. Let me show you the way-"

You scream as he thrusts into you once more as he rips your orgasm out of you violently, crying out into his neck as Dieter explodes into his Gucci trousers, the mixture of your slick and his thick cum making an absolute mess of his loaned suit.

I guess I'll have to pay for these, Dieter thinks to himself as he cradles your shaking form into his arms, licking away the salty tears running down your face. "You did so good, Doll, don't cry-" he whispers, stroking the back of your head as he tries to get you to calm down. "What do you need, baby?"

You lie quietly against his chest, your breaths falling into rhythm with his, as he assumes you're simply gathering your thoughts. "Baby," he pleads softly, his hands tracing soothing paths along your exposed back. "Please, say something—"

"Marry me," you whisper against his chest, the words barely audible but filled with undeniable certainty.

Dieter freezes, his heart skipping a beat at your unexpected words. For a moment, he's speechless, his mind racing to catch up with the sudden turn of events. Slowly, he lifts his head to meet your gaze, eyes wide with shock and disbelief.

"What did you say?" he breathes, his voice barely above a whisper, as if afraid that speaking any louder might shatter the fragile moment.

You lift your head, meeting Dieter's stunned gaze with unwavering determination. "I said, marry me," you repeat, your voice steady despite the racing of your heart. "Let's take this car and drive it to Vegas, get married by some overweight Elvis impersonator, and book the honeymoon suite at the Cosmo... I don't care how we do it, but let's get fucking married, D!"

Dieter's mind whirls with a mix of emotions—astonishment, disbelief, and a profound sense of joy. He blinks several times, as if trying to confirm that he's not dreaming, before a wide grin spreads across his face.

"Oh, my God," he breathes, his voice trembling with emotion. "Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes."

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pennyserenade · 1 year ago

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i need to speak with david duchovny's manager and pr team--maybe i even need to become them--because they've got him on such the wrong track its sickening. i understand there comes a point where you can't do much, but do they not understand that they have a 90s heart throb/a rare still kinda liked white man on their roster? lots of the lgbtq community knows of him. before i even knew him as fox mulder or watched the x-files i called him 'the x-files guy.' its just that the projects they put him in are bad, not even objectively. just terrible all around. he wants to do comedy, okay, throw him the bone but make him do something fun. get his ass in the bottoms and booksmarts of movies. he doesn't need to be a main character; he never is. if he's got to be in those movies make him be in the good ones. when you've got his appetite for that effectively suppressed you've got to divert his attention to serious drama. i'm talking about making his ass WORK. a24 horror, maybe. unsettling and odd projects, that clash well with his brand of humor but also allow for him to be able to help with his own character. david duchvony is at his best when he's got room to analyze and add to the project in some way. i hate to sound like i'm up his ass, so forgive me for it for a moment as i say this: he's got a big brain, and more often than that his creative input is both well thought out and correct. i'm sure he could be an asset on the right projects. and you mustn't forget that he is david duchovny. you must make him remember he's david duchovny. in the '90s he got uber famous for chasing aliens and being weird and boyish. in the modern day he needs to cash in on a little bit of that nostalgia while he roots out a spot for himself again

#misc.#i think he could do it if he tried i do #he's got his hands in so many cookie jars rn but if he focused hard enough on acting #they could do things for him #i think duchovny has a little bit of that timeless charm that harrison ford has #and the projects he did before x files show promise #i think about the rapture ALL the time bc that could very well be made today #and i know that's for younger people but that's not to say they couldn't find something equally suitable for him now #i mean gregory peck was 60 when he did the omen #and something like the omen would be EXCELLENT for duchovny

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fromtenthousandfeet · 2 months ago

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The very best thing that could happen to BTS, NewJeans, and all the other groups, would be for HYBE to collapse. They all deserve to be free from this unethical leviathan BSH has created.

During my research (fixation) into HYBE’s financial situation, I’ve learned that they are masters at controlling public opinion. They know how to pump up abysmal quarterly reports and make them into a triumph. They know how to completely ignore their most valuable assets (ahem, Jimin being the major one), and they know how to make potentially damaging information disappear. And no wonder they’re so good at PR-

I marveled when they made the stories about Scooter Braun’s clients all leaving him disappear. But that’s nothing compared to this situation with the Chief Operating Officer of HYBE America:

It looks like HYBE also has a relationship with, and potentially partial ownership of, a PR/crisis management firm in Korea, too, by way of the CEO of Belift. I’ll post more as I learn more.

Always be skeptical of anything and everything HYBE says.

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landhoe-norris · 2 years ago

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the season is over and there are a lot of thoughts, even more thots. anyway.

we've got carlos who finished p5, same as last year, equaling his best ever but he got 81,5 more points this year (the 0,5 is from spa). that's huge. especially considering his 6 dnf's, the fact that he was, at least after last race, the driver with the least amount of laps. carlos also won his first race this year, my beloved silverstone, something he was so deserving of and was a long time coming. he got three pole positions, two of those on merit and one because of a grid drop, and managed to snag 9 podiums.

let's just talk about that for a moment. nine podiums. before this year, he had a combined number of 6 podiums, two from mclaren and four from ferrari. he tried his best at all times, and showed what a great team player he is, although i know there are certain people out there who will disagree on that. but the thing is that fact doesn't care about feelings and it's a fact that carlos was a tremendous asset to ferrari this whole season, not only because of his driving but because of his assertiveness and how, even when driving 300 km/h, he manages to strategies both his own race and his teammate's.

this man has shown such growth in his time with the red team. he's a born leader. someone who is calm and collected at all times and can think and react in a crisis or when he's clearly being fucked over by some bad strategy calls. he's someone who dares stand his ground and he gets treated with respect because he knows what he wants, know what he can do and understands what needs to be done. carlos had a wonderful season marred by very few errors and a bunch of bad luck and i can't wait to see him take on 2023.

and then there's lando norris. best of the rest. p7 which is a drop from last year but we didn't even expect top 10 at the start of the season. hasn't gone out in q1 in quali since germany 2019, the only driver outside of the top 3 teams to break the 100+ point barriers, fought the whole season against a pair of drivers who were in a superior car pace-wise yet managed to outscore both of them. that valiant fight almost handed mclaren p4 in the championship fight, but it was not to be. the only driver outside of the top 3 teams, alongside zhou, to get the fastest lap (he even got 2!), the only driver outside of rbr, ferrari and merc to get a podium, the official f1 1,5 champion, teammate vs teammate quali champion. ended the season with 85 more points than his teammate, basically keeping mclaren afloat.

do i need to go on? it's ridiculous that people out there keep on underestimating him when he's one of the most consistent drivers on the grid, with one of the worst cars. his most amazing drive this year was when he was more dead than alive from tonsillitis, and one of his best quali showings was while he had food poisoning in brazil, which just goes to show how much he wants to do well for his team and how much the team means to him (that's not to say that i liked how the doctors and higher-ups allowed him on track).

it's incomprehensible that there are people out there who literally hate him for doing his job, showing how great he is in mid-machinery, and for showing actual personality instead of a run-of-the-mill pr persona. especially since their faves show nothing but love and adoration towards him. it's doesn't matter what driver it is - carlos, lewis, seb, alex, george, yuki, este, max, kevin, daniel and yes, even pierre - they all love him; some even adore him.

he is the future of f1 and he is in great company. and he will prove that once and for all, given the right equipment. i'm optimistic as hell for 2023 and lando norris.

#karenínas thoughts #lando norris #carlos sainz jr #f1

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invisibleicewands · 1 year ago

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Best Interests: Cheltenham nightclub used in Michael Sheen BBC drama opens up about filming

A Cheltenham nightclub that hosted the cast and crew of a hit BBC drama has opened up about what it was like to spend the day with acting royalty Michael Sheen and Sharon Horgan, while they filmed Best Interests, The four-part drama used Home and Botanic Nightclub, on St Georges Road, while filming some scenes for the show.

The PR Director for the company that owns Home and Botanic, Nick Martindale, spoke to GloucestershireLive about his experience meeting the cast of the Cleeve Hill-set show, which has just released its finale on BBC iPlayer. After an hourlong chat with Sheen and Horgan about acting and Cheltenham, he said they were a "delight" with no show business "nonsense".

'Best Interests' was filmed in May 2022 and explores the fraught relationship of a couple with a terminally ill disabled child, who are told by doctors that it is in her best interests to have the ventilator, which is keeping her alive, switched off. The Cheltenham-set show has been widely praised for the quality of its acting and its exploration of a difficult and heart-rending situation.

For a scene in the four-part series' third episode, as well as some other shots in 'Best Interests', Cheltenham's Home and Botanic was used as a rest and refreshment area for the crew, and the club's PR director was lucky enough to have a natter with the two leads of the hit BBC show. Nick Martindale said: "I couldn't really say anything until the show was finished. But I remember that day clearly, there were drones and cameras everywhere.

"We had all the cast and crew, as well as all the really talented kids that worked on the show. It was great to meet Michael Sheen and Sharon Horgan, they were an absolute delight.

"I wanted to talk to them but I was concerned that, with the difficult themes of the show, they might be too in character. But once they were out of the scene, they were able to swap to just having a nice chat with me, even after doing some really hard-hitting stuff.

"We spoke about the film Sharon had just done, 'The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent' (2022), with Nicholas Cage. It's incredible how she can go from doing something so Hollywood and then do something so emotional and gritty like 'Best Interests'."

Nick went on to say: "A part of me wanted Michael Sheen to do his Tony Blair but they were both very keen to talk to me about the nightclub and about Cheltenham. Sharon, being from Ireland, wanted to talk to me about the Cheltenham races - we chatted for about an hour.

"We had a really nice time talking and when they went off to do their scene, me and the manager sat on the balcony and watched it all play out.

"It was a real pleasure to see Cheltenham showcased in the show, it's my hometown so it was great to see it used in such a good show. There is always a lot going on in Cheltenham and so it was nice to see it represented in a drama."

Nick was a fan of the series Best Interests on release and said some of his favourite scenes were when the characters cycled through some of the nearby beautiful countryside around Cleeve Hill, showing off some of the town's best assets.

"I got to see all of the behind the scenes and was amazed at all of the effort, staff, and expense that goes into making just one scene for a programme." He said the total airtime of the shots they got on the road outside amounted to roughly two and half minutes of gripping drama."

After spending an hour with two of British acting's greats, Nick said his takeaway from the day was that: "They really were just an absolute delight, there was no show business nonsense, they were just interested to just have a chat. It seemed like they were really good pals and that they were having a really nice time working together.

Despite spending the day on the set, you will not be able to spot Nick in the background of any of the shots. Though, Nick did say: "If you look for when the ambulance goes through a set of red lights, you can just about see my Audi TT."

#Michael Sheen #Sharon Horgan #Best Interests

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merv606 · 9 months ago

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In response to Terry blackmailing Daniel...

If Terry stooped to blackmailing Daniel, I have no doubt he would make sure the blackmail content was top quality ;-)

Indisputable evidence, damning proof of their relationship's legitimacy. Terry using Daniel's modesty against him to keep him on the tightest of leashes while in the public lens.

Terry doesn't consider himself a cruel lover. For instance, Danny wants to attend his daughter's high school graduation. Well, well... Danny better stay cordial and be on his best behavior unless he wants the senior slideshow in the auditorium to be replaced with something more...titillating.

Terry has no shame. Why should he bother when he has PR teams to handle that. Easily enough, his company would paint the incident as a smear campaign against him led by an industry competitor. Dynatox would make a sizable donation to an anti-sexual violence charity foundation to prove his company's moral high ground.

It would be a PR success, igniting a viral social media effort to cancel his competitors. Dynatox stock prices would inflate from the media attention, and as a bonus, the donation to the charity foundation would be a neat and tidy tax write-off for the end of their fiscal year.

But Terry hopes it won't come to that. Corporate wealth be damned, he has enough wealth and assets to last several lifetimes. His true prized possession sits beside him in an uncomfortable metal folder chair, pulled close to his own, listening intently to his daughter, Samantha, proudly read her valedictorian speech to her graduating class.

Her speech concludes, and the audience erupts into applause. Terry glances down to his side to see Daniel, eyes misty as he claps his hands with proud enthusiasm, wiping his eyes on his sleeve discreetly to hide his tears from Terry. The ceremony reaches its end, the sound of metal chair legs scrapping against linoleum gym floor as the gymnasium crowd begin to shuffle from their seats.

Terry tugs lightly on Daniel's cufflink, releasing Daniel's hand from his own and unlinking their fingers that had been laced together for the entirety of the ceremony, per Terry's mandate as a condition to Daniel attending the event.

"That was lovely, Danny. You truly should be proud of Samantha's accomplishments," a smile breaks across Terry's face as he beams down affectionately at Daniel.

"I know, her speech..." Daniel trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief. "She must have gotten the public speaking from her mother. And a full scholarship to Berkeley? It's unreal, I had no idea Berkeley was even on her radar. Does the itinerary list what department awarded the scholarship?"

Terry feigns a quick half hearted pat down on the pockets of his blazer and frowns. "It seems the pamphlet must have gotten away from me." He smiles and shrugs incredulously at Daniel.

"We'll see if we can grab one on our way out," Terry murmurs to no one in particular, gathering his jacket.

Daniel doesn't need to know that Samantha's scholarship wasn't from Berkeley at all, but an anonymous LLC donor. Dynatox signed a new contract with Berkeley, contracting Dynatox as the sole waste management contractor for their expansive biomedical engineering department. With the industry discount Terry was giving them, of course the board of admissions was happy to oblige Terry for anything he wanted.

"Out? Already? But I haven't even congratulated-," Terry doesn't have to say anything, one sharp look at Daniel and his boy resigns himself quickly, nodding duly and mumbling that he agrees that it's time to leave. Terry's threat...or 'promise', to release their private video if Daniel steps out of line was still ringing in his ears.

The cold stare dissipatea and Terry nods warmly at Daniel's obedience, hooks his arm around Daniel's shoulders and guides him through the thronged crowd of proud parents, to a discreet fire exit in the back of the gymnasium, outside a black nondescript car idled in wait.

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Terry threatens to fuck Daniel there,

To have everyone - not just Sam, Anthony, his ex-wife and his mother - but EVERYONE hear his screams of pleasure as he’s taken by Terry like some whore in the bathroom.

“So that everyone will know how much you like my cock up that gorgeous ass of yours,” he tells him the night before the big event, large hands on slender hips, digging in and Terry rails him within an inch of his life.

The older man is so deep he can feel each thrust in his throat.

“How you moan for it.”

Thrust.

“Scream for it.”

Thrust.

“Beg for it.”

Thrust.

“Bend over and spread for it.”

Thrust.

“How you were made to take it.”

Terry would probably fuck him raw before arriving - so that Daniel has the reminder of who he belongs to.

Normally that reminder would be in the form of damp underwear, his hole still wet but now, for this, it’s different.

Terry comes inside him still, of course, but instead of waiting for the telltale white to appear around the puffy used hole, he seals it all inside with a plug that he slips in while Daniel’s hole is still spasming invitingly.

Bad enough Daniel didn’t know it was going to happen - the plug - but worse still is the discreet remote in Terry’s pocket which he has no clue is there.

This is probably how Terry trains him in public.

Like a shock collar but for his ass.

The plug is nestled right up his prostate, snug, it’s not going anywhere, and to make matters worse, although Terry came, Daniel was not allowed to.

So Daniel is hard and on edge, and it’s bad enough it’s pressed just right and he has to be mindful of how he walks, how he moves, but his ass and prostate are extra sensitive from the pounding it took, so if Terry were to flick it on, his knees would buckle and he would, in theory, fall to the floor (in theory as Terry wouldn’t let that happen - wouldn’t let his boy fall).

But he would start off on the lowest setting, just enough to make him jerk; A warning that if he doesn’t behave it will get worse before it gets better.

But event though he promises he’ll behave, “I’ll be good Terry, you know I will, please Terry just turn it off,” the older man would slowly increase it, until Daniel couldn’t walk.

Really can you blame Terry though. His boy is ravishing anyway but when he begs he is beyond compare.

But it would keep increasing until all Daniel could do was just bend over and brace himself again something, panting, trying to bite off the moans that threaten to spill out, sweating and whimpering as it increases and increases.

His ass clenching around the toy, his hips jerking - trying to work with the you like he works with Terry when he’s being fucked.

Then he’s be made to come in his pants, wet spot appearing as the cum cools against this skin.

Or maybe Terry edges and edges and edges him until he’s crying and begging Terry to just let him come.

Daniel knows this will happen if he tries anything, because Terry demonstrated to him - in their bedroom - both versions- exactly what would happen - Fucking him, of course, after he had come, even though he was limp and wrung out from being made to come dry on the toy.

His boy’s tears, when they’re from this anyway, always make it that much sweeter.

I assume the blackmail one was this -

Because Terry totally would also blackmail Danny with the sex tape he made without his boy knowing.

#ask #I got an ask 🤩#cobra kai #daniel larusso #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso #mercy is a sharp knife

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callmeteci · 1 year ago

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What Baldurs Gate 3 did...

I think the best thing that Baldurs Gate 3 did was bringing back the memories of players, what their own standards were 15 years ago.

Not to be milked dry for subpar products released in a beta-state with more assets in an overpriced ingame-shop than in the game itself.

And seeing other developers first reactions being to shit on the game and "manage expectations" for their own products is ridiculous to see, because that only defends the "shareholder friendliness" of their own products.

Hard to call most of them "games" these days...

But of course thats what they do... If you are not allowed/capable to create something that is on par with a Baldurs Gate 3 or Elden Ring, then the only way to make yourself feel better is to talk down the competition.

But what that says about someones personality... well...

If people say that Baldurs Gate 3 was developed in an anormal environment, then maybe... just maybe - thats the fkin problem here?

And if games like BG3 are the result, then maybe it would be more than healthy for this industry to make that kind of environment more common again?

And unless we assume that these devs are actually very satisfied with only being able to create passionless money grabs within their companies, they should have an interest in that too... or not?

I see so many ppl asking for ways to support the devs with more money. I probably havent seen that for a game with such a reach since a Witcher 3.

But it shows how desperate players are for good and fair and FINISHED games from devs that put a decade of genre-experience into it.

Will Baldurs Gate 3 be the new standard? No, of course not. No shareholder has an interest in games like this and we wont suddenly see the likes of Blizzard, Ubisoft or EA shifting from their path and making passion-projects again.

And the only way for us players to take a stance against this and the omnipresent push to lower our own standards to mobile game levels, is to support promising smaller studios and make them grow independently and ignore the PR hype machinery of upcoming big corpo games.

Everyone of us (at least on PC) has two decades worth of games we can play.

Nobody needs to eat the dirt of modern gaming.

But it might be that those old games too, will remember you of what gaming CAN be and what it should not.

Thank you Baldurs Gate 3!

If you liked the thread, maybe help me with a like and retweet.

I would appreciate it!

Have a nice day. :)

#gaming #baldursgate3 #baldursgate #vtubing #gamingmedia #video games #gamers #rpg

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randomnameless · 2 years ago

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I just want a little feedback. Does my assertion that Hopes Edelgard, without the influence of White Clouds, is a less effective tyrant more concerned with PR and doesn't back her ideals as much make sense?

I wouldn't say that she's a less effective tyrant in Supreme Bullshit or that she's more concerned with PR...

But after ditching Uncle'n'pals, she needs other allies, and thus has to turn to the corrupt Adrestian Nobles, represented by the best pals Leopold'n'Waldemar

(+ Bernie's dad if we want)

Imo, if she doesn't use Crest Beast in Supreme Bullshit, it's because... they're at an experimental stage, and not because she suddenly awakened her moral compass and thought turning her people to biological weapon through gruesome experimentation is cruel and inhumane.

Crest Beasts are not reliable yet - and since she speed runs this time, she doesn't let Uncle'n'pals refine their "technology" and create more powerful/usable Crest Beasts.

Which brings another nonsensical point : in FE16, it is shown (and heavily implied in Tru Piss) that the only way she managed to kick Rhea out of Garreg Mach is through the use of Crest Beasts, the second Rhea turns in her lizard form, she can destroy imperial soldiers by blinking. That's why Uncle's special "reserve troops" are needed, to fight against a Nabatean.

In Nopes... apparently she manages to oust Rhea on her own, even in AG where Rhea turned into the IO and flew away?? What the frick? That Sailor Fuku must be the famed "plot armour" because I can't see otherwise why she wasn't flattened in Nopes.

Supreme Leader might believe that Uncle'n'pals are powerless right now, and she has the upper hand because they didn't show her all of the new shinies and tech and "war assets" they can provide her -

which goes back to what many of us were discussing for 3 years, Uncle'n'pals are actually weak sauce and without their nukes of Nemesis in the freezer (again, forgotten because the Sailor Fuku plot armor prevents Supreme Leader from being demolished), they aren't doing anything different than slithering around, telling corrupt nobles to be corrupt or just fanning an existing bonfire

So Supreme Leader, riding high on whatever she smoked in Nopes, to Hubert's dismay, thinks she can get rid of Uncle, who hasn't played his hand yet, by using the lizard illuminati - but she declares war on the lizard illuminati before making sure Uncle'n'pals are disposed of, maybe she thinks they're not in Adrestia anymore, so that's enough for her?

Now, as you pointed out, she's still out there being a tyrant, killing people who don't bend the knee to her, attacking refugees, etc etc.

But she needs other allies against what's left of Uncle'n'pals and the Lizard illuminati, that's why she tries to agressively recruit Lonato (iirc in SB she wants to save him so he will join her side?) and invented that nonsense about Acheron being her ally, to invade Leicester but also, and maybe, she really thought he was willing to bend the knee so she could use him as fodder against her enemies.

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As for PR, even if Pat's lolcalisation team tried to lolcalised it, in FE16 we learn how the Empire is running an "information campaign" to make Adrestians less worried about the war going on, so she always wanted to give a good "image" to the world. Hell, we can even surmise that Claude was on the receiving end of one of her "information campaign" since he drank her words in Golden Trashfire about the Lizard illuminati.

Imo, WC cements her (Hubert's?) hunch that Uncle'n'pals are the only ones able to help her against the Lizard illuminati, because they have means - as "gross" as they are - to fight against Rhea and the Nabateans. She gains loldiers, a cool set of armor and giant fodder.

Through the course of WC, we see how her plans (together with Uncle) are working, somehow, and manage to destabilise the Church - imo, the biggest "win" they manage to secure is not kidnapping Flayn (even if that is a major success!) or trying to steal the SoC (it failed because plot reasons) but effectively infiltrating Garreg Mach and turning its students in Demonic Beasts, under Rhea's nose. The knights are stretched thin because of the Western Church and so Thales'n'co can infiltrate, continue their experiments and plan their invasion.

They even manage to kill Jerry, who's supposed to be hot stuff!

Now, in WC, there is Billy.

In all routes, Billy is the one able to use the SoC, and the one who received Sothis's blessing. Supreme Leader is pissed, because she was the one supposed to the ultimate weapon against Rhea (the goddess doesn't exist, she's fake?) and Thales wanted her to use the SoC, but here that random nobody pops up and manages to use it, effectively receiving, by the time Kronya kicks the bucket, Sothis's powers.

In Tru Piss she lampshades it, Billy was never supposed to side with her, she thought they would side with Rhea/the Church.

So in a way, the person who makes Supreme Leader rely more and more on Uncle (even if, as I pointed out earlier, he has time to demonstrate his usefulness by giving her new tools to work with) is Billy.

WC is more like her despair, her power alone isn't enough to topple the Lizard illuminati, who just recruited a powerhouse through Billy, she needs Uncle.

Remove Billy and their Sothis powers, (and Uncle's science projects being successful) and Supreme Leader believes Uncle is useless and her power alone* is enough to topple the Lizard illuminati.

*including the shiny Holy Weapon she found under her bed that was definitely not made by lizards so it's totes her power and hers alone + the super strength she got from Uncle's experiments.

As for her being happier in Nopes...

I'd say it's because she believes she's the one in command and doesn't need to rely on anybody (corrupt nobles can be axed if she wants, look at Ludwig) and she's the one "cutting her own path uwu".

In Houses, she faces her own... inadequacies and realises her "own power" isn't enough to fight against Rhea, that's why she has to rely on Uncle and she hates it - but imo, she doesn't hate it because Jack and Joe are foddered as demonic beasts, nopes, she hates it because she doesn't like Uncle and wants to kill him, the enemy of my enemy is an ally, but not an ally I'm super glad to work with.

She never gave a fuck about Jack and Joe.

Supreme Leader always pretends to second guess her motives and to show mock guilt, calling herself a tyrant etc only for people to say no she's not, or she's making that great sacrifice for the "great err goal" with copious amounts of earl grey, etc etc - and the shadow realm is all about that, everyone swallowing gallons of earl grey to make her look "not bad", and by corollary, make Claude a stupid man hell bent on killing Rhea , as seen with his convo with Dimitri, who is "BaD" anyways.

In AM there's no pity party because everyone died, so when she turns in Hegemon, no one is here to talk about a great sacrifice or to drink earl grey, she's stripped down to her core motivation and main goal : there can only be one ruler of the world, and she wants to be that ruler.

Even if Supreme Leader in Nopes is shown interacting with Leopold'n'Waldemar and, in a way, compromising with her supposed ideals of muhritocracy and getting rid of nobility by relying on those dudes...

Even in Houses she relied on them - Leopold defends Enbarr iirc, and in Tru Piss rolls over Leicester - and worse, at the end of Tru Piss, several of her friends keep their hereditary positions who are, well, still there, despite the so beloved Ferdie support where they mention schools and imperial exams etc etc.

Her goal hasn't changed between Nopes and FE16, but she's happier in Nopes because she is ignorant - Thales'n'Rhea disappear, they're not "dead" in Supreme Bullshit - and thinks her own power is enough to get rid of them, both because her sailor fuku is made a plot armor, and because Thales didn't play all the cards in his deck (Nukes and Nemesis and lab tested Demonic Beasts).

In FE16, Thales has more time to show her his hand and Rhea recruited a powerful ally (and no sailor fuku with plot armor i guess) which means she has to rely on Thales, and she doesn't like it because she's not the one in control.

AM!Hegemongard is a Supreme Leader drunk on power and contradictions, she becomes super strong, but she relies on powers that aren't "hers", they're the result of Uncle's experiments and, ultimately, Rhea's pact with Willy.

Aymr represents her association to Thales, Agartha and her problematic agency (is she conquering the world because she wants too, because Agarthans manipulated her stupid dad to tell her to conquer the world, or because she's brainwashed and a Supreme Puppet like AG depicted?).

Labrunda isn't supposed to represent her association to the Nabateans (they're are creatures plaguing humanity for ages after all!) but the her non-problematic anymore agency, she's in charge, she's the one cutting her own path...

Except that she doesn't do jack shit, especially against her two mortal enemies, who "disappear" together because Rhea saved the world once again.

So, in a way, even if she's happier in Nopes, in Nopes she doesn't achieve anything (save for being a human who wages war like humans do), she doesn't get rid of Nabateans or of Agarthans.

But she's happy because everything she does (aka, nothing) is her own doing, and not Uncle's! And to piss on Nopes even more, the narration says the war continues, so truly, she didn't achieve a thing. GG for being the one in control this time, I guess?

In Tru Piss (her route) she might not have been super duper happy, but she manages to reach her goal, Nabateans are gone, Thales will be gone in the credits, and she's the ruler of the world since Dimitri tripped on a rock and fell neck first on Aymr, plus Claude decided to return home for some reason.

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So back to your question :

I don't think Supreme Leader is less of a tyrant in Nopes.

She just allies with different persons this time who aren't baby eating monsters like Uncle, but she never gave a fuck about those babies in FE16, and still dgaf about them in Nopes.

If she focuses more in PR, it's her way to recruit and keep recruiting those new "allies" - but just like she was complicit in Thales's actions in FE16, she is with the Adrestian corrupt Nobles in Nopes even if the corrupt Nobles don't turn people into crested beasts.

Even in Nopes, Supreme Leader still invades and conquers and axes whoever opposes her, she pillages a monastery and hunts refugees - and no one gives a fuck. IMO, she's still the same tyrant we see in FE16, but the game focuses even less on her actions than FE16 did, and that's some sort of record breaking move.

However, even with her newfound happiness and "stupid but not cruel" allies, contrary to FE16, Supreme Leader achieves... nothing.

She isn't the one who kills the Evil Lizard Lady, she doesn't even kill Thales, her war... continues, and doesn't end.

She's a less effective tyrant because she still has to fight a war she cannot win, but with the few interactions, crappy rhetoric and uwu fest we see of her in Nopes, she's still the same Supreme Leader.

#fantasyinvader #FE16 #3 nopes #she sides with randoms in Nopes who suck but aren't Thales #and she has to keep her allies to continue her war #but it doesn't end #she's not winning without Thales #rhea bad she's the reason why supreme leader needs to work with thales #we don't even know in Nopes if she erases the followers of the central church in Adrestia like she does in FE16 #Nopes is pretty consistent all things considered #compared to each lord's route it's a bad end #Supreme Leader doesn't achieve a thing #Clout sucks #and Dimitri isn't the saviour king

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its so weird because there's a way to word this that at least... *sounds* better

starting off with "it doesn't hurt anyone" and responding "but it's illegal" is like. not the take they clearly think it is

like they sort of imply that it does in fact hurt Nintendo because it has the potential to compete with newer releases? (dubious claim at best but does have some logic)

or maybe there's some sort of underlying assumption here that illegal things are inherently harmful?

then ending on "it's ours so we can do what we wanna" is like. the worst possible point to end on. you are being accused of greed and exclusion, saying yeah but we get to because it's our! stuff! is sooo stupid

even calling them "famous characters" and "valuable assets" as opposed to, idk, beloved characters or creations that they're proud of

okay this is indulgent but if I was the PR team I would have taken this exact information but changed it to:

"The problem is both legal and practical. If these vintage titles are available far and wide, it undermines the value of, and potentially competes with, newer releases. You never know when a new installment in a beloved franchise might appear. Nintendo is famous for bringing back to life its popular characters for its newer systems, for example, Mario and Donkey Kong have enjoyed their adventures on all Nintendo platforms, going from coin-op machines to our latest hardware platforms. As the creator and copyright owner of such impactful characters, Nintendo has a responsibility to manage these franchises for the benefit of all."

it's still not like. convincing to me personally. but I can at least go, okay I sort of see where they're coming from even if I think they're seriously misguided

#or

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Cathay United Bank Raih Empat Penghargaan dari "The Asset" atas Kinerja yang Luar Biasa

Kamis, 10 Oktober 2024 09:19 WIB

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Choosing Forklift Scales for Different Nebraska Industries

Forklift scales are essential tools in a wide range of industries, providing accurate and efficient weight measurements for various goods and materials. Whether you’re a farmer in Nebraska’s agricultural sector, a manufacturer in Omaha, or a supplier in the transportation industry, the right forklift scale can significantly streamline your operations. But with so many types of forklift scales on the market, how do you choose the right one for your specific needs?

In this post, we’ll take a detailed look at how to select forklift scales for different industries in Nebraska, providing practical advice on how to make an informed decision based on your unique requirements. We’ll also explore the benefits of using forklift scales and why they’re an invaluable asset for businesses in diverse sectors.

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Fork lift scales Nebraska provide precise weight measurements directly from the forklift, eliminating the need for separate weighing stations or manual record-keeping. This boosts productivity, reduces errors, and enhances safety by ensuring compliance with weight restrictions. Different industries have specific needs when it comes to forklift scales, so understanding how they’re used in each sector is crucial.

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1. Agriculture and Farming

Key Considerations:

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Benefits:

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Key Considerations:

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Benefits:

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Key Considerations:

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Benefits:

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Key Considerations:

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Benefits:

Warehouses in Nebraska can benefit from forklift scales by speeding up the sorting and shipping process. As products are unloaded, weighed, and recorded automatically, warehouse managers can more efficiently track stock levels, improve space utilization, and reduce human error. Forklift scales also contribute to more accurate order fulfillment and delivery processes, ensuring customers receive the correct amounts of goods on time.

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Key Considerations:

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Best Options:

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Benefits:

Recycling and waste management companies benefit from forklift scales by ensuring that materials are weighed correctly before being processed or sold. Accurate measurements help these facilities better manage their materials, improve recycling efficiency, and ensure compliance with environmental regulations.

Conclusion: Selecting the Right Forklift Scale

Choosing the right forklift scale for your Nebraska business ultimately depends on the specific needs of your industry. Whether you’re in agriculture, manufacturing, logistics, warehousing, or recycling, it’s important to consider factors like weight capacity, durability, accuracy, integration with existing systems, and ease of use. The right forklift scale will not only improve operational efficiency but also provide long-term benefits in terms of cost savings, compliance, and productivity.

By understanding your unique requirements and investing in the appropriate forklift scale, businesses across Nebraska can optimize their operations and remain competitive in today’s fast-paced market.

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