#celebrity business

[ronansmith]

Celebrity Entrepreneurs: A Closer Look at Their Business Empires

The fascinating world of celebrity Ceos and their successful business empires. Learn about the innovative strategies and inspiring stories behind these celebrity CEOs.

[wren-kitchens]

im annoyed and a little pedantic so can i just say as a blanket statement

queerbaiting is when the promotion for a FICTIONAL STORY intentionally hints towards two characters having a romantic relationship, without any intention to follow through in the show, in order to get queer people watching without discouraging the homophobic enjoyers of the show

queerbaiting is NOT:

a celebrity who you think is queer because theyre gnc or they have a 'vibe'. that is a real person and they cannot queerbait

two friends of the same gender pretending to flirt with each other for fun. those are real people and they cannot queerbait

a show with two characters of the same gender who are canonically friends that YOU PERSONALLY think would be better in a relationship. that's not bating, that's shipping, and subject to opinion

there are more but those are the main examples of people misunderstanding what queerbaiting is and being mad at something that isn't actually a problem

[ayilings]

every day is yuri day if you’re not a coward

[cutiesigh]

❤️🖤🩷

Wuthering Waves has taken over all of my free time recently, so here's a sketch of Scar!Ren I originally shared in da 14DWY Discord!!

[suchananewsblog]

Kim Kardashian torched for 2-hour Harvard speech: ‘This is hilarious’

What, like, it’s hard? Kim Kardashian swept into Harvard Business School on Friday as a guest lecturer to speak on the success of her multi-billion-dollar SKIMS shapewear business — but the internet wasn’t thrilled about it. A camera crew followed her as the reality star and SKIMS co-founder Jens Grede arrived to talk to Boston students enrolled in the Moving Beyond Direct to Consumer course, her…

[crabsnpersimmons]

i'd love to celebrate my birthday with y'all! no pressure to say or do anything, just wanted to share and "invite" you all 🥰

[tangledinink]

i'm NOT a day late :/// @vangh17a's birthday was actually a day early.

[loganhowlctt]

Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal as SANTIAGO GARCIA and FRANKIE MORALES in Triple Frontier

— requested by @for-a-longlongtime

[morganbritton132]

Eddie posts a Tiktok where he’s staring at something beyond the camera with an expression on his face that says he’s both unimpressed and unamused.

He flips the camera around to a rack of trashy gossip magazines that you see in line at the grocery store. He zooms in on a cover that has a little image of Eddie doing his Christmas shopping, accusing him of buying stuff for his secret affair lover.

Eddie: *deep breath*

Eddie: Can we not ruin Christmas?

Steve, coming up behind Eddie: Ooh, is that Blake Lively? What-

Eddie, panicked: No! *proceeds to knock the entire rack over*

[tgcg]

DAVEKAT MADE THE LIST FOR SHIPS ON TUMBLRS YEAR IN REVIEW ^_^

crack one open boyz were placing 90 tonite

[portsandstars]

This past weekend I was lucky enough to meet Hikazio (Touchstarved's business dev<3)

She told me that the developers share fanart in their discord server, and seeing all the love and affection that fans have for the game helps to motivate them and give them energy 💕it's really amazing to think that they've possibly seen so many of the beautiful fanart pieces that I've seen myself!

She was SO nice and I'm really grateful she took the time to talk with me for a little while ^.^

[millerflintstone]

This is Spot, the cat that lives at Gibbs Gardens near the welcome center. She's so pretty 😻

[petew21-blog]

In control of Jon

Jon Cor is an actor trying to make his way in Hollywood. Mostly appearing in shows shooting in Vancouver. Fortunately he got a pretty decent role in the Flash appearing in a number of episodes happy that he got another chance.

As he was exitting the set. Something stopped him. A sharp paint went through him. Originating in his... ass. Something was making it's way up. He turned around but didn't see anything. There was no one around to help him.

Suddenly his right hand moved on it's own.

"What's happening? Is anybody here? Heeeeelp!!!"

Now he could no longer feel his legs. And his right hand started feeling up his body. Both of his arms lifted up his shirt, inspecting with their fingertips his abs.

Now, in horror his head started moving. And he could no longer speak. He screamed and it didn't make a single sound

His body moved and was clearly into it. He lifted up his shirt and flexed his biceps

"Now that's what I'm talking about!"

Jon:"Who the fuck are you? How did you do this? Why???"

His mouth replied:"Shut the fuck up"

He unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans. "Nice. I knew that wouldn't disappoint"

He started jerking off right there on the parking lot. His shirt still partially over his head. His right hand feeling it up. Pressing his pecs, squeezing his balls, choking himself.

"Oh yeah show me what you got big boy"

Jon:"Please, stop. I'll give you anything"

"Yeah? Give me your life then"

Jon:"Please let me go"

He inspected his hairy ass. He looked over the empty parking lot and smiled

"This might get messy"

He licked his two fingers and pushed his way inside of Jon's ass. Looking for prostate to hit him

He nearly collapsed. He was now on Jon's knees, jerking off furiously while fingering himself. He was moaning loudly. Which caught the attention of one of the guards that was making his way to him

Gaurd:"What the hell is going on?"

The possessor:"Wanna join?"

Gaurd:"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave"

The possessor got up on abd with his hard dick pointing at the guard, je got very close

"Don't you know who I am?"

The security guard gulped. He must have seen something in Jon's face that terrified him

The possesor:"Good. Now. Give me the keys from your office. Or I call my employer and he can take care of you himself"

The guard handed over his keys and started running

Jon's body, still naked with his clothes hanging on parts of his body, entered the bathroom of the guards office. He took out Jon's phone and snapped a photo flexing his biceps, while being completely naked. He sent the photo to someone and wrote:"Body secured. Ready for pickup"

He threw away the phone. He won't be needing that anymore

"While I'm still you, Jon. I might finish what I started on the parking lot"

He said as he looked down at his now flacid dick

He noticed the security guards baton on the ground and smiled. "Perfect"

Jon was screaming from the top of his now nonexistent lungs. He wasn't gay, and he definitely wasn't ok with someone else probably selling his body or masturbating in it

The possessor jerked off his dick again, now also slowly sliding in the black shaft of the baton. He was laughing all the time. From beginning.

He was getting his ass pounded and pounded his hand with his new dick

"I gotta say. I love your ass Jon. So flexible. And this veins dick, man. Beautiful. What a shame I can't keep the body"

Jon:"What are you gonna do with it?"

"I'm just gonna fuck myself with this thing and then probably spew all the cum here on the desk. Maybe licking some of it. But that's all I'm gonna do. What you should be asking is 'Who will have your body next?' and I can guarantee you, it won't be you..."

Request from Inbox

Could you please write a possession story of Jon Cor? Thanks in advance!

[delta-piscium]

Steddie | 1.7k words it is (swedish) midsummer so I wrote this based on my favorite old tradition because I can and will make anything steddie, so like glad midsommar (happy midsummer)

“What are you doing?” Steve asks as he follows Eddie to the hallway where he’s frantically putting on his shoes. 

“I almost forgot,” he mutters under his breath not acknowledging Steve at all.

“Forgot what?” 

“I can’t believe I almost forgot.” 

“Eddie,” Steve says a little louder, more adamant.

He does look up at Steve then and almost looks surprised to see him. As if he’d forgotten he was there, as if they haven’t been hanging out for hours. 

“Oh,” he says. “Uhm,” he squints at Steve who waits for him to continue, to explain. He doesn’t.

“Yes?” Steve implores because he would really like an explanation. Eddie had just abruptly stood up halfway through telling Steve about some folklore he’s using in his new campaign, just cut himself off mid-sentence and walked off. Steve doesn’t think it’s especially weird or demanding of him to have questions. 

“Did you have other plans that you just now remembered?” Steve frowns, starting to feel unsure when Eddie still isn’t saying anything. It’s just past eleven at night and Steve doesn’t know what plans those would be but he had showed up unannounced earlier in the evening so it’s not impossible that Eddie had plans that Steve interrupted. 

“No, no, no,” Eddie assures him finally breaking his silence, “it’s- okay it’s a little silly but I read this thing researching and I want to try it.” 

And well, okay then.

Steve raises his eyebrows and waves his hand gesturing for Eddie to go on. 

Eddie’s cheeks turn a light pink and he resolutely looks somewhere above Steve’s shoulder instead of at him. 

“Midsummer, which is today, is supposed to be this magical night and there are all these traditions and old myths about it.” 

Eddie glances at Steve and he smiles. Tries to show he’s listening and wants to know whatever thing Eddie read about. 

“And well, okay so there’s this one tradition where you pick seven different kinds of flowers before you go to bed and then put them under your pillow and you’re supposed to dream about who you’re gonna spend your life with.” 

Steve blinks, wasn’t expecting that and doesn’t know what to say about it, so, he blinks again. 

“Maybe it’s dumb, but with all we’ve seen magic and folklore don’t seem so far-fetched and,” he shrugs, “I wanna try. And like, it’s close to midnight and I don’t know if that’s a rule but I don’t wanna risk messing it up.”

“It- huh,” Steve frowns slightly and looks at his shoes then back at Eddie. “Yeah alright, let’s do it. Can’t hurt right?” 

His voice is light, like it’s not a big deal and just a fun thing Eddie read about because that’s what it is, isn’t it? But something about it settles deep in Steve’s gut. Makes it feel important in a way he’s not sure he could explain if he tried. Maybe it’s just the fact that Eddie is getting so worked up about the possibility of dreaming about the person he’s gonna spend his life with when Steve maybe a little bit wishes it would be him, but like, only a little. 

Eddie looks at him with wide eyes like he didn’t expect Steve to want to join, like maybe he expected Steve to make fun of him for wanting to do it. But then something seems to switch in him and a slow smile spreads over his face and he gives Steve an exaggerated once over. 

“Looking to find your true love huh, Harrington?” 

“I thought you said it was the person you spend your life with, not the same as true love necessarily.” Steve quips back because technicalities are easier to argue over than answering that question, especially when Eddie is the one asking.

Eddie shrugs. “Different sources say different things, sometimes it’s true love sometimes it’s who you marry.” 

“Well, then I guess we’re both looking to find our true loves?” Steve hedges, drags Eddie down with him if they’re gonna go there. 

A soft look passes Eddie’s face before a responds, voice quieter. “Guess we are, yeah.” 

They pick their flowers in silence, something about the magic being broken if you speak. Walking around the edge of the woods behind Eddie’s trailer a couple of feet apart, every once in a while coming together or crossing paths. 

After, Steve stands in between Eddie’s trailer and his own car. Holding on to his bouquet of seven flowers unsure what to do. He could go home, he should go home, but he doesn’t want to. He did have some beers hours ago and if he was allowed to speak he’d use that as an excuse to not drive and ask Eddie to crash on his couch. Right now he can’t though so he sighs inwardly and turns to his car. 

He makes it about two steps before a hand reaches out and grips him around his free wrist stopping him. When he turns around Eddie is giving him a look that very clearly says ‘stop being stupid’ and jerks his head towards the trailer silently telling Steve to go with him. He doesn’t let go though and uses his grip on Steve to drag him along like he can’t be sure Steve will actually listen and follow. As if Steve would ever not follow Eddie. 

They quickly get ready for bed. And again when Steve walks toward the couch Eddie grabs him and shakes his head. He waves his arms around a bit like that’s supposed to explain anything but Steve isn’t too bothered about an explanation anyways and easily follows Eddie to his bedroom. 

They’ve shared a bed before but always when they’ve been drunk or high so this feels different. Steve is a little glad they can’t speak or he’s sure he’d blurt out something way too revealing about it all. 

He avoids looking at Eddie as he tucks his flowers in under his pillow, knows Eddie is doing the same next to him. Is aware of it only being an old myth from a region halfway across the world but there’s a weight to it. Something real and tangible. 

He expects it to take a while for him to fall asleep like it always does. For him to twist and turn and lay awake until the early morning. For once though, that doesn’t happen. With the weight of Eddie next to him and to the sounds of his soft breathing and small movements, Steve falls asleep.

And he dreams. He dreams of big brown eyes and bright laughter. Of wild hair and warm arms embracing him. He dreams of growing old next to someone and how every wrinkle on their face tells a story of their shared love. 

He wants to stay in the dream forever, desperately tries to hold onto it even as he floats into consciousness. He turns and groans, gets a mess of someone’s hair in his mouth and nose and that’s enough to startle him into full wakefulness. 

Eddie grumbles next to him, clearly also just waking up. Steve looks at him, with his wild hair and his big brown eyes that are slowly blinking open and of course. Of course, it was Eddie he dreamed about.

Their eyes meet and Eddie freezes. Eyes widening as he looks back at Steve. 

“Oh,” he says. 

And yeah, oh.

“Eddie?” Steve asks, unsure of how to bring it up, to ask about it. If he even should? 

He puts on a teasing smile, even though he feels like goo inside, but making it lighthearted is all he can think of because what if he’s taking this whole thing way too seriously? Jumping to conclusions? 

“Dream of anyone?” 

Eddie nods and looks away, “I did.” He says it simply, voice careful. 

And maybe it isn’t just Steve.

“Who?” He asks, dropping the teasing tone. 

Eddie swallows and looks back at Steve. “The person I wanted to dream of,” he says and it’s not really an answer but he’s looking at Steve so intently he thinks it still might be. 

He thinks about Eddie’s quiet but delighted surprise at Steve wanting to join him yesterday. About Eddie dragging him first into his trailer and then into his bed. How they’re so close on Steve’s side of the bed and Eddie must have drifted towards him in his sleep.

He bites his lip to stop his smile from spreading too wide, there’s still a chance he’s misinterpreting things, “yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“And who would that be?” Steve asks, leaning in even closer until he feels Eddie’s small puffs of breath across his face. 

“You,” Eddie whispers but Steve hears it clearly. 

He takes a moment to bask in it, to let it wash over him before he responds.

“That’s good,” Steve tells him eventually and Eddie’s eyes are so wide and open, and so pretty, “because I dreamt of you.” 

He knows it’s cheesy so he doesn’t give Eddie time to respond, just leans in and closes the remaining gap between them. Slots their lips together. Eddie gasps into the kiss, grabs Steve by the hair, and pulls him in. Makes all these cute noises that make Steve want and want and want. 

He shifts, goes to put his leg in between Eddie’s to move on top of him and get a better angle. But he only gets halfway before Eddie grabs his hips and twists them around. Pushes Steve flat on his back and straddles him. 

He grins down at Steve. 

“You think the Scandinavian magic worked or was it just dream psychology and wishful thinking?” 

“Does it matter?” Steve asks, way too earnestly. But like, they’ve just spent this whole time doing some true love magic so he thinks it’s fine, “got what I wanted.” 

“It’s forever though,” Eddie points out, bending down to bite at Steve’s jaw, “if we believe the old Norse people.” 

Steve hears the question there, thinks this might be Eddie’s way of asking what this means to Steve. His way of telling Steve this isn’t just a hookup for him.

“God yeah,” Steve exhales, “I fucking hope so.” 

He feels Eddie smile into his neck and grabs his hair, uses it to pull him back and steer him into another kiss. 

[anewp0tat0]

Black Butler Amino, Black Arts Magazine - Holiday Party

it doesn't quite look like a holiday party from here, but what I imagined as a humble little piece is~~ Ciel and Lizzy sneak away from the big bustling midford Christmas party and raid the kitchen desserts, like they did when they were kids(it was Lizzy's idea, Ciel clearly hasn't been himself since he returned, and she wanted to bring him back).

[braceletofteeth]

Your photos of him are different. There is love in them. It's a world of two people.