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evermoredeluxe · 4 months ago

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How Taylor Swift’s Eras Tour Took Over the Entire World

By Chris Willman

By Alissa Gao for Variety

On the morning that Taylor Swift’s “Eras Tour” is about to begin a three-night stand in Dublin, the older gentleman taking charge of my passport at airport customs has clearly had his fill of Swifties, probably processing them by the hundreds already today. When I reveal myself to be one too — despite being arguably the wrong gender, inarguably old and lacking a telltale “Lover” mascara star over my right eye — his disdain is palpable. Suddenly, I’m getting way more screening questions than anyone not on a watch list should. “What do you like about her?” he sneers, peering up over specs.

This is probably the wrong time for me to point out Swift’s Irish heritage, or to assert that she is this generation’s James Joyce. (The original king of the Easter eggs, right?) I wouldn’t really go that far — I’m only on record as doing my best to certify her as this century’s Beatles. Trying to figure out how to answer him, the past 18 years of extolling Swift in print flash before my eyes. I end up murmuring the bare minimum: “Um, her songwriting.” This seems to disturb him further. He snaps back: “Aren’t they all the same song” — a slight pause, and I know what’s coming next — “about her breakups?” Then, abruptly, he stamps me through, sparing me a detour to Interpol for more grilling.

In the cab into town, the driver is blasting a local talk-radio personality sharing his dismay about the fans of an awful superstar taking over his country. The host reads an email sent in from a hater who says, “A year ago, when tickets went on sale, my partner and I made a reservation to take our kids out of the country this Friday morning. … Thank you for creating a safe space with your show.” I start to wonder if Swift might have met her match at the Cliffs of Moher.

But from my drop-off forward, the next three days are like living in a Swift-topia. The mile and a half to Aviva Stadium each night is like Disneyland when it shuts its doors early for an affinity group. Whether stopping in the pubs or walking through the charming neighborhood of Victorian brick homes adjoining the fancy new stadium, there’s that warm feeling of people who are united by one quality: They are all super in touch with their feelings — or else they wouldn’t be Swift fans. And they all are happy to stop on the street or over pints to talk about poetical expression. (Well, except for the occasional taciturn, invariably straight young male who has signified his supportive-plus-one status by wearing a jersey bearing the name of Swift’s Super Bowl beau, Travis Kelce.)

So it is that I end up chatting with a middle-aged gay man in a sequin-covered shirt whose female companion whispers to me, while he steps away to trade friendship bracelets with a 10-year-old girl and her mum, that Swift’s music just helped him through a difficult breakup. The girl then runs off to trade her homemade bracelets with a pair of high-helmeted Dublin policemen loaded up to their own elbows with friendship swag — unexpected accessories for long arms of the law.

All the stories about American Swifties swarming overseas to catch “The Eras Tour” turn out to be true: You couldn’t swing a neon golf club around here without hitting a Yank. Approximately one out of every five fans I approach is visiting from the States — and the jubilation they’re feeling about the night’s impending concert is compounded by the fact that nearly all of them financed a European vacation and a concert ticket for roughly the same amount they would have paid on a secondary ticketing site for a typical four-figure ticket to one of last year’s predatorily repriced U.S. shows.

Remember the venerable stereotype of the Ugly Americans, brusquely trampling over refined Europeans in their travels? Thanks to Taylor Swift, who has a gift for laying out global welcome mats, this is the summer of the Spangly American.

At the stadium on night one, just down the row from me are a group of millennials from New Jersey, several in glam unitards inspired by the “Lover” or “1989” portions of the career-spanning show and looking like they were costumed by Swift’s own designer, with fake jewel-encrusted microphones to match. I ask how many hours went into perfecting these nearly pro-grade outfits.

“About 80 hours for mine,” says Megan McLaughlin. “Hers probably longer,” she adds, nodding toward one of her sisters, Margo Steinberg. “She knows all the glues and the best gems.” Indeed, confirms Steinberg, “I was working on mine since January. And, yes, I did quit my job to finish it!” She adds, when I ask if she cares to share any secrets to a particularly good look, “You have to use the B-7000 glue.” (A third sister, Amelia McLaughlin, admits she resorted to buying her spangly dress off Etsy — “I was doing a PhD, but I had to match these girls’ enthusiasm” — while a fourth, Carolyn McLaughlin, skipped the glitter and went for a red dress that matches Swift’s from the “I Bet You Think About Me” video.)

Certainly, there is an element of cosplay to many of the fans’ outfits. Some have seen footage of the new segment Swift added to the tour beginning in April 2024 — devoted to her most recent album, the 31-song “Tortured Poets Department” — and have managed to manufacture gowns that look like they’re made of paper and feature lyric excerpts printed on them in script, à la Swift’s custom-made Vivienne Westwood dress. I meet a group of American women who became friends as literature majors in college who have “Tortured Poets”-themed outfits, one duplicating the Westwood dress and the other with handmade printouts of the latest album’s lyrics pinned all over her black dress, as if she were literally pulling pages out of Swift’s playbook.

It’s the devotion to lyrics, even more than glitter, that is most impressive about the bespoke outfits fans have concocted for the occasion. There are scores and scores of Swifties wearing homemade T-shirts — sometimes singular, sometimes matching with a friend, like walking Burma-Shave signs. Some of the messages are obvious, like the dozens of laddies wearing “It’s me, hi, I’m the husband/boyfriend/father, it’s me” shirts. (Bet that seemed really original at one time.) But a lot of them refer to more obscure songs or stanzas, as if every nearby street or stadium loge section is full of human Easter eggs, begging to be unpacked. It’s hard to think of any other superstar in the history of stadium tours who could have inspired as much fan-crafted clothing rooted in the power of words.

Combos of middle-aged mothers and their teen or 20-something daughters abound; some of them have seized on Swift’s mentions of her own mother, Andrea, to come up with their T-shirt ideas. On Lansdowne Road, I talk to a mum whose red-on-black shirt says, “Had to listen to all this drama,” accompanied by a daughter bearing the legend, “And here’s to my mama.” (This is a reference to Swift’s song “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things.”)

Later, in a stadium Guinness line, I chat up a pair of thirsty locals, the daughter’s shirt reading “I call my mom, she said …,” with the mom’s shirt completing the thought: “It was for the best.” (Damn it, I had to Google to recall that’s from a “1989” Vault track that came out last year.) I ask the daughter if she had to explain to her mom what she was wearing. “She’s 52,” she replies. “I don’t think she knows.”

Age is really no guarantor of not getting it — the popular #SwiftieOver50 hashtag on X proves that. Although outnumbered, plenty of older people are unaccompanied by a minor, or by anyone who has been a minor in the past 20 years. I approach a middle-aged couple, Jean Sebastian Conley and Natasha Gagne, again bidden by their matching shirts — “Who’s Taylor Swift?” and “Who’s Travis Kelce?” They turn out to be French Canadians who found their 206-euro SRO tickets to be a steal compared with the extravagant resale prices they briefly considered back home after being shut out of the initial on-sale. I ask what attracted them to Swift since, unlike so many others here, they didn’t grow up with her.

“I really fell in love with her with the ‘Folklore’ album,” Conley says, referring to her low-key Grammy-winning album recorded during the early months of the pandemic. “I think different audiences and older audiences found her through that and ‘Evermore’ because they were more singer-songwriter, a little bit rougher indie music, and that’s what we like most. So that’s how I got hooked.” For her part, Gagne says, “I like everything she represents. And when she redid all her masters, that’s where I thought she was a lady boss.”

It’s a reminder that, for however many mini-narratives Swift packs into the three hours and 20 minutes of an “Eras” show, there are really four or five years of backstory that feed into the audience’s shared awareness. When she sings the ominous ballad “My Tears Ricochet,” accompanied by a coven of stone-faced dancers, at least some fans will understand it as a distant reflection of her very public feelings about the men she considers her business bêtes noires, Scooter Braun and Scott Borchetta, who bought and sold (respectively) the rights to her first six albums, spawning much vitriol as well as four “Taylor’s Version” rerecorded albums to date.

When the dancers put their grins back on, Swift plays an ebullient excerpt of a very recent “Poets” bonus track, “So High School,” which every person in the crowd will know is inspired by Kelce. There are some breakup songs of recent vintage too — yes, Mr. Customs Man! — like “The Smallest Man in the World,” which may or may not have cost Matty Healy, the 1975 frontman and former Swift paramour, a night of sleep.

The whole tour is themed around not just the newer records but the rerecordings that have made every older album in her catalog feel improbably fresh. It was, quite possibly, the single most baller move in the history of the record industry … and led to the career-retrospective concept for what is already unquestionably the biggest tour in the history of popular music.

Any discussion of the charms of fandom isn’t meant to forestall discussion of “The Eras Tour” as big business. The numbers are fuzzy because Swift’s camp does not release grosses from her shows, unlike nearly every other artist at the stadium or arena level. Even when the tour wraps after 20 months on Dec. 8 in Vancouver, it seems likely those numbers will continue to be guarded with a zeal on par with the government of North Korea’s. Many industry experts believe the gross will approach or even surpass $2 billion.

What is known for certain — even without a confirmation from Swift World — is that she broke the all-time tour-gross figure when she hit the $1 billion mark, whenever exactly that might have been. The two trade publications that specialize in the touring industry have slightly differing estimates: Billboard calculated a cumulative gross of approximately $900 million when she took a break at the end of 2023, figuring that she would crack $1 billion shortly into the tour’s resumption in April, while Pollstar estimated that she had passed $1 billion by the conclusion of last year. Any way you guesstimate it, Swift took less than a year to break the previous record of $939.1 million, which Elton John grossed with his “Farewell Yellow Brick Road” tour across nearly three years of shows.

One source close to the production said early in the “Eras Tour” era that her average gross each night is $14 million. Others believe that is a highly conservative estimate, with a possible total that on at least some nights edges closer to $17 million. One remarkable aspect is that this does not include the revenue from any inflated resale tickets — which, as anyone who has tried to get tickets through Vivid Seats or StubHub knows, mostly have gone for several times their face value. It was little publicized, but Swift had “dynamic pricing” turned off for her ticket sales, possibly to avoid the controversies Bruce Springsteen encountered when the face value on some of his tickets leaped to the four-figure range upon their first sale. Swift left money on the table by not participating in the scalping of her own tickets, which had an average price of around $230 and topped out at $499, excepting VIP packages, which zenithed at $899 — all well short of what some other superstars ask nowadays. Of course, neither Argentina nor anyone at Wembley Stadium ahead of Swift’s opening night performance in June will be crying for her when she’s in reach of $2 billion without the resale inflation … not to mention the hundreds of millions of dollars in merch.

(This is extraordinary also because Swift hasn’t done any press to promote the tour, except for when she was selected as Time Magazine’s Person of the Year in December. But she doesn’t need to — the tour is constantly being celebrated on social media with every outfit change. And it’s also become so huge, it’s featured more A-list sightings than the Oscars, from Julia Roberts to Tom Cruise to Stevie Nicks, who had the surprise song “You’re on Your Own, Kid” dedicated to her in Dublin.)

Benson Boone, whose “Beautiful Things” is the most-streamed song of 2024 in the U.S. and the world, says he felt dwarfed when performing as the opening act at one of Swift’s seven shows at London’s Wembley Stadium. He has forever committed to memory the exact attendance figure he was given for the night: “89,497,” he says. “Just her stage alone is bigger than anything I’ve ever seen — 300 feet of it!” he says. “I took in every moment. It was cool for me to experience another artist’s world and learn from it. I want to work that hard and be the captain of my ship.”

Although it’s maddening to a media that likes official box office reports and can’t get them, it’s easy to see the wisdom in not flaunting those figures if you’re a superstar artist who counts on being seen as relatable. Swift certainly is proud of breaking records — she posted a tweet when “The Tortured Poets Department” spent its first 12 weeks at No. 1 on the album chart, one of only three albums in history to do so. But she’d rather count fan impressions than dollars. By the same token, she doesn’t publicize or confirm acts of generosity that leak out, like the sizable food-bank donations she makes in every city she tours, or the $100,000 bonuses that the tour’s 50 truck drivers reportedly got for Christmas.

An addendum to all this is how the “Eras Tour” film — released last fall, less than halfway through the actual tour — grossed just over $180 million domestically and $261 million globally, beating the records set by Justin Bieber’s concert film in the U.S. and Michael Jackson’s globally. Massive big-screen spoilers only heightened, rather than diminished, resale demand for the shows yet to come on the 152-date tour and helped precipitate the movement among Americans to head overseas, to make up for the supply found sorely lacking at home.

“She is the torchbearer for the live industry,” says Andy Gensler, editor of Pollstar. “It’s nothing we’ve ever seen before, and it’ll be a long time before we see it again. Her timing was exquisite: The pandemic created this yearning and hunger for live entertainment like nothing else in our history, so she couldn’t have picked a better time to go out.” Pollstar called last year a “historic golden age” for touring, as the top 100 global tours collectively surpassed $9 billion — up 46% from 2022 — with Swift obviously contributing a significant chunk of that total. (This year, the trade reports that overall tour attendance is down, with flat grosses, representing a slight reckoning for the live industry that, obviously, isn’t impacting “Eras.”)

“What my partners and I talk a lot about is how it’s one thing to have a big tour in North America. It’s another thing to have an equally big tour wherever you are in the world and to do doubles and triples in these markets,” says Bernie Cahill, an Activist founding partner and manager of acts including the Grateful Dead and the Lumineers. “It’s an anomaly. It’s not normal. And don’t forget, you’re going into what I call asymmetric venues, which are venues that are not really built for music; these are venues that are built for football games or soccer games and can be very challenging to do music. And they get it right every time — Louis Messina [Swift’s tour promoter since her earliest days] and his team are world-class.” But for all that globe-trotting, he notes, “there are some artists that you see do a show and you know they don’t even know what city they’re in. I always feel like Taylor knows exactly where she is. She has a relationship with that city or that market and those fans and she’s connected to them in ways that are very authentic, that you can’t fake.”

The one big snafu in the rollout of “The Eras Tour” occurred in November 2022 when the Ticketmaster system melted down after too many North American dates went on sale at once, causing thousands of fans to experience long delays. The on-sale broke the all-time record for tickets sold in a single day at 2 million, but it also nearly broke the world’s largest ticketing platform. Swift herself was Teflon in this situation, as the blame fell on a ticketing system not capable of handling so much of the Swift-loving world at once. And although most of the problems people have with Ticketmaster are different from what fans faced in the “Eras Tour” debacle — mainly, hidden fees and monopolistic practices — it could have big legislative consequences anyway. Dean Budnick, co-author of “Ticket Masters: The Rise of the Concert Industry and How the Public Got Scalped,” believes that the Swift hullabaloo was the main catalyst for Congress enacting reform. “There’s no question that perhaps there’s gonna be some meaningful change in ticketing as a result of what people experienced with that on-sale.”

That sense Cahill spoke about of the singer making it clear to an audience she knows exactly where she’s at is in full force in Dublin. Swift introduces the “Folklore”/”Evermore” segment by suggesting that she had a spiritual locale in mind when she started writing that more intimate material, locked in during the first part of the pandemic. “It keeps me up at night all year long: Which era is the most Irish?” she half-jokes to the crowd. “I’m gonna make a case for it being ‘Folklore’ … This album’s imaginary world had a whole aesthetic — like I lived in this cabin in a really green, nature-y, moss-covered landscape. You see where I’m going?… Another thing that I think makes it more Irish than the other eras is, ‘Folklore’ was all about storytelling. And I know you hear this a lot, but you guys are naturally gifted storytellers, right?”

Later on, Swift will cement the local connection by playing, as a “secret” surprise acoustic song, “Sweet Nothing.” She doesn’t have to give the crowd any explanation for that: From the first notes, Irish Swifties will immediately recall that the lyrics reference to the coastal town of Wicklow. The real cherry on top of the show for locals at any international Eras Tour stop, though, comes with a customized moment each night during “We Are Never Getting Back Together” when the spotlight is put on backing dancer Kameron Saunders for a couple of seconds, as he blurts out something locally appropriate, and cheeky. One night in Dublin, it’s the Irish catchphrase “the neck of ye!”; on another, he yells out “pog mo thoin,” meaning “kiss my ass!”; the massive, knowing laugh that inside joke gets makes it clear this isn’t entirely an audience of American tourists after all.

But the basic theatrics and emotional currents remain consistent from show to show. If Swift is surprisingly reticent to make her “Eras Tour” numbers public, that may be, in part, her desire to keep the focus primarily on a personal fan connection. Music industry veterans are taken aback by Swift’s ability to be giant and intimate onstage. “She’s a master marketer of herself — and she is not afraid to be vulnerable to her fans,” says Michele Bernstein, who runs a consultancy that works with stars like Drake. Bernstein could almost be quoting the lyrics of “Mastermind,” where Swift describes herself in almost comically omniscient terms, then dives into a bridge about how no one would play with her as a little girl.

People like my guardian of the customs gate may complain about Swift’s songs centering on her romantic splits, but that subject matter magnifies her own insecurities and weaknesses, expressed in genuinely eccentric wordplay, in ways that keep the audience in thrall to someone they perceive as a humble underdog as well as a veritable cage fighter. She could do a $10 billion tour someday and still keep the crowd enraptured by how she measures up to, or rallies to exceed, the smallest man — or men, or Kardashians — in the world.

This plays out in the “Eras” show in all sorts of symbolic ways, like the new segment in the “Tortured Poets” section where she seems to have fainted from the vapors of failed romance. Dancers in tuxedos try to revive her while a swing version of “I Can Do It With a Broken Heart” plays over the PA. A pair of women dressed as nurses fit her with what looks like a majorette’s uniform — or, with all its off-white stripes, is it really meant to resemble a straitjacket? The resemblance is probably not coincidental. Swift fans know there’s nothing like a mad woman.

The most exhilarating moment that has been added to the show this year has her gliding down the ramp on a platform, appearing to anyone at floor level like she is levitating like the witch she makes herself out to be in “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?” Taylor Swift: She was Agatha all along!

Yes, there is much to unpack. But in Dublin and in every other city where “Eras” has alighted, there is also pure inspiration for those who maybe haven’t always felt like they’ve had a voice, whether it’s her LGBTQ+ fan base or, well, women. It’s a modern transmutation of Beatlemania in which Swift manages to be all four Fabs, and a mirror, as well as object, of that gaze. You don’t have to be a woman to experience the explosion of pure female joy that takes place on a mass scale at an “Eras” gig, but for men, it doesn’t hurt to have a healthy sense of where you might sit on the female spectrum.

Outside Aviva Stadium, two young Londoners have formed their own two-woman straight-gay alliance: One is wearing a shirt with the hand- drawn words “You’re obsessive and crazy,” and the other’s shirt has the phrase “You’re gay,” each with an arrow pointing to the other. This echoes the original lyrics to Swift’s 2006 oldie “Picture to Burn,” which was rerecorded after some were offended by “gay” as a possible teen epithet. “I am obsessive and crazy, and she is gay,” laughs Zoe Gibson, pointing to her friend, India Day. “We want to bring back the original lyrics. We never found them homophobic — we want to reclaim it.” Day adds, “We’ve listened to her since we were 4 years old, so obviously there’s the nostalgia factor. But for me, she speaks on quite a lot of issues like gay rights and feminism, and all of her songs perfectly sum up the experience of being a woman.”

Some of the shirts are apropos for Pride Month. Seeing a boy of no older than 15 or 16 wearing a homemade “But Daddy I Love Him” shirt (the title of a “Tortured Poets” fan favorite), it’s easy to imagine some courage was required to don that apparel. Along the same lines, I spot any number of women making their own statement in shirts with the modified exclamation “But Daddy I Love Her.”

Gay or straight, 6 years old or 60-something, female or just female-allied, the crowd inside gets its sway on early in the show, with the arrival of the gentle, waltz-time “Lover.” It’s not one of the big set-pieces of this nonstop Broadway-style production — the spotlight is just on Swift and her acoustic guitar — but it might be the one where the entire audience feels like it’s at a four-minute campfire. No wicked witchiness here, just winsomeness.

Down on the floor, I’m seeing what amounts to a Taylor Swift mosh pit: gangs of two or three or five young women, ignoring the fact that Swift herself is just yards away from them on the ramp. They’re singing and acting out every last line to each other, as if the superstar isn’t even towering right over them. A waste of their euros? Hardly. Swift will capture their full attention again as the show proceeds, but in the moment, she isn’t just a superstar — she might be the world’s greatest community organizer.

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aft3rhrs · 11 months ago

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— companionship ღ

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: strangers to lovers

warnings: yandere, jimin says hi <3, allusions to kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, threats of murder (not towards the reader), corruption, a tiny bit of voyeurism (?), jealousy, possessiveness, hinted bdsm, rough sex, spanking, choking, degradation, praise, dirty talk, daddy kink, creampie

How could someone be so cruel?

Frowning, Jimin picked up the crumpled sheet of paper and tried to smoothe it out with his thumbs. He should hang it back up. The weather was dreary, and he really doubted the tape stuck to it would hold with how the wind whistled, tugging at his hair.

The vibration in his pocket distracted him from his thoughts. He reached for his phone, barely glancing at the screen before answering the call.

"Hey," Jungkook greeted, "busy?"

"No, why?"

"Well, I need to get some stuff for Bam and his friend, but my car's still not fixed... Can you give me a ride? I won't be able to carry this shit home."

Jimin snorted.

"What the fuck are all these muscles for, then?"

"For girls to look at, hyung. What else?"

Rolling his eyes, he folded the damaged sheet and slipped it into his coat, the corners of his lips quirking upwards.

"You're so full of shit. Are you planning on buying the entire store?"

Either way, he was already fiddling with his keys. Jungkook chuckled on the line, because he knew.

"See you there."

Jimin sighed, hanging up to spare his already rigid fingers from freezing any further.

Jungkook hardly ever had to worry about finances, despite being a full time student. He already had Bam to take care of — and he loved to spoil him with the best food, toys and treats that stores had to offer. Lately, he's been talking about getting a new pet.

He stated that Bam could use a friend while he was stuck in college all day; and while Jimin could see his point, he didn't understand how Jungkook could possibly find the time to do his work, keep his social life in check and take care of two dogs. He's already been going out less, too busy with homework and too tired for their usual clubbing sessions.

It didn't really matter though, Jimin supposed. Jungkook wasn't anything if responsible, and maybe he didn't mind the quiet nights in.

As long as he was happy.

Silence.

It's been three days, and Jungkook wasn't picking up his phone. They were supposed to meet for drinks tonight, unwind. Jimin waited for an hour before he downed another whiskey and left the pub.

They didn't talk every day, but getting completely ignored and stood up? That wasn't Jungkook's style.

Rather than frustration, it was concern that had Jimin driving up to his house. He has been getting so withdrawn lately. He did mention his assignments were taking a toll on him. Checking if he was okay was probably a good reason to use his emergency key, right?

That was what Jimin decided on anyway when he knocked and there was no answer.

He stepped in through the door uncertainly, scanning the living room. Nothing out of the ordinary. The light was on, too.

"Jungkook?"

Again, no answer.

Was he asleep?

Heaving a sigh, Jimin locked the door and started making his way up the stairs. When he reached the top, however, he paused promptly, a hushed voice reaching his ears.

Jungkook's voice, to be precise.

What the hell was he doing?

Annoyed, Jimin stalked towards his bedroom, the door before him opened no more than a few inches.

His hand almost grabbed the knob; his heart almost stopped.

The rest of his body followed, freezing. Cold spread throughout his ribs, his stomach, the frost webbing his bones.

He suddenly felt the weight of the folded sheet he found, abandoned and forgotten in the pocket of his coat; until this moment. Unconsciously, his fingers twitched, touching it.

There was Jungkook, crouched down on the floor, a leash in his hand, his nose almost brushing the one of his new pet.

His new pet... that looked exactly like the girl on the missing poster Jimin picked up on the street.

He eyed the opened cage he helped Jungkook bring in, the diamond collar around your neck.

He felt sick to his stomach, felt his palms start getting sweaty. The initial shock was slowly fading and alarms were going off inside his head. What the fuck.

"— you even understand when I'm talking to you?" Jungkook whispered, his jaw set as he tugged on your leash.

On all fours, like a tamed kitten, Jimin saw your body jerk forward and your lower lip quiver.

"What did I say about talking to Yoongi when he comes down? What did I say?" Jungkook snapped.

Yoongi? The dealer?

Jimin watched the scene in front of him unfold in horror. Jungkook was... some kind of disturbed creep. Did he ever really know him at all?

Finally it made sense why he stopped going out, why he was no longer interested in hook ups. Was he the one who ripped your poster off the pole...?

Jimin shivered. He had to help you. He had to make sure he remained unnoticed and get you out of there as soon as possible.

"It's not my fault he flirts with me," you suddenly whispered, meek.

He didn't miss the way Jungkook's thumb caressed your face, settling on your jaw.

"Do you want me to break his neck?" He breathed. "Do you want to spend another night in that fucking cage? Do you?"

Jimin took a careful step backwards. He needed some air. Needed to leave and throw up. Maybe calling the cops was a better idea than handling this alone.

"I'm sorry," you whined, nuzzling your captor's neck. "Please don't be mad at me, daddy. Please touch me."

Poor thing; you had to resort to complying with his depraved demands just to—

Wait a minute.

Jimin froze again, feeling his stomach twist and turn.

Did he hear you right?

He definitely heard Jungkook's breath hitch, and at that point he was moving intuitively, slowly backing out into the darkness of the corridor and losing sight of you. He couldn't bear to look anymore. There was something in your eyes that unsettled his soul.

"You want me to touch you?" He heard Jungkook ask, raspy. "Want me to fuck you?"

A moan.

Jimin took a deep breath and tried to keep his composure, cheeks hot and hands unsteady as he reached for the banister of the staircase.

Poor little thing, in love with the maniac who snatched her up one day and changed her life forever. He pretended he didn't hear the unbuckling of a belt, pretended the chills running down his back weren't making him dizzy.

Maybe your demeanor should have been a sign that you needed help more than he imagined. Somehow, though, he doubted you'd accept it. It looked like he discovered Jungkook's little secret too late; you couldn't be torn out from his claws now. Once the separation anxiety kicked in, you'd wither away.

No pet wanted to live without their owner.

The collar was tight; it closed around your throat like a fist, tighter the harder Jungkook pulled. He took in the curve of your back, greedy eyes tracing down to where you were connected.

His cock throbbed as he watched it split you open, glistening with your slick. An inked hand dug into the supple flesh of your ass. You were so perfect, your whines music to his ears; somehow that only made his anger flare up.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled, a slap, then another resounding through the room, leaving your skin hot.

He loosened his hold on the leash, then abandoned it altogether, gripping your hips to fuck you harder.

You fell forward, oxygen rushing back in and pussy tightening. His pretty little mess, sweat beading your body like morning dew glimmering on a flower.

"You wanna let another man flirt with you? You wanna be a little bitch?" He groaned. "Then shut the fuck up and take it like a bitch. Agh."

He threw his head back, blocking out the image of your ass bouncing as he slammed against it, the way your little hole swallowed his fat cock. It was too much to handle. The filthy sounds and the feeling of your cunt alone were enough to make his stomach burn, and he couldn't think straight anymore.

He just wanted to fill you up.

Again and again, while you drooled and panted, begging for more. Insatiable, just like him.

"Fuck," he gasped, "good slut."

You were close. His knees always weakened as you keened and tightened at the degrading praise, and he swallowed, no better than an animal himself as his cock rammed into you.

"Mine," he whimpered, his voice almost breaking. "Mmhm, gonna come—gonna keep you full—agh—here you go, baby—"

A heated shudder went through him, unraveling deep in his abdomen. Jungkook was never the one to break a promise, pumping his cum as deep inside as it would go while he moaned, letting your orgasm soak his cock completely.

"Fucck..."

Mine mine mine mine.

The only thing he knew, pulsing as the last drops of his seed shot out, leaving him blissfully empty. Of everything, except thoughts of you.

He caressed your sides, leaning down to press kisses to your spine. The hot trail ended right below your ear.

"If you ever talk to him again," Jungkook murmured sweetly, "you'll be sleeping in that cage next to his corpse. Understood?"

The little shiver of fear that ran through you was delightful. Jungkook kissed your neck, smiling when you nodded your head.

"Mm, yes daddy," you sighed out.

"Good girl."

You still needed some training, it seemed. But Jungkook had more than enough time and patience, and most importantly, he loved to remind you who you belonged to. It didn't take long for you to get it.

Jungkook would always take care of you. He would kill and die for you. There was no breaking that bond, not now, not ever.

This kind of companionship was meant for life.

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Your transgressions are mine as well Anger grows in my bones if you could not tell But I'll find comfort in company Lord forgive us, my boys and me

Birthday — Dec 5th 1986 Zodiac Sign — Sagittarius Sun, Aquarius Moon, Gemini Rising MBTI — ENTJ Enneagram — Type 8 Primary Vice — viscous Primary Virtue — charismatic Element — Fire

Overview:

Mother — Judy Palmerteri Father — John Palmerteri Mother’s Occupation — unknown Father’s Occupation —unknown Family Finances — unknon Birth Order — Only child Brothers — 10 foster brothers over time Sisters — 5 foster sisters over time Other Close Family — Found family - pack in London Members: Rancor, Marshall, Emmett, Phillip, Arthur, Ada Best Friend — Rancor - his alpha was his brother and best friend. He died in front of Buster and he has yet to truly mourn the loss of his friend and leader Other Friends — Marshall and Arthur were his closest minions. They were truly like brothers where they would argue one minute and be friends the next. Emmett was a bit stand off ish and Ada was like a little sister. All died in front of him he has yet to mourn the loss of his friends. Pets — none yet Home Life During Childhood — was in 5 different foster homes before he turned 8 years old. Was used as a pawn to get more money from the government. Was always reminded by the other foster kids that he was nothing and was just being used. Town or City Name(s) —Camden Town, London UK What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — The last home he lived in Buster only had an air mattress on the floor of a living room. He had to have it deflated and put away before foster dad was awake at 0600 or he would suffer repercussions Any Sports or Clubs — Buster joined a rugby team with his pack brothers - Very big fan of rugby Favorite Toy or Game — did not have any toys or games as a child - as an adult he does enjoy billiards and gambling Schooling — never attended school as a mundus - Rancor ensured that him and his brothers attended school as they grew up - he would consider going to college even as a 30 yr old Favorite Subject — Government Popular or Loner — He was an outcast by nature as a child. Once he was in his pack he was rather popular...his natural personality and demeanor created a hierarchy and he has the ability to draw people in. Important Experiences or Events —leaving his final foster home for the first time - following rancor to a local pub and being turned - never looking back Nationality — English Culture — English Religion and beliefs — undecided

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim — Tom Hardy Complexion — fair skin with an olive tone - freckles across his nose Hair Colour — very dirty blonde Eye Colour — bright blue Height — 6’3” Build — tall, stocky, muscular build Tattoos — covered - across his chest and upper arms down to his wrists - stand outs: The British Flag on his chest, a traditional style wolf on his forearm, a pinup girl on his left arm Piercings — none Common Hairstyle — high fade on both side, top kept longer and slicked back Clothing Style — nothing too crazy...jeans and a shirt...leather jacket Mannerisms —natural scowl and a smirk Usual Expression —

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — cannot remember the last time he was sick Physical Ailments — nothing Neurological Conditions — none Allergies — none Grooming Habits — he is very clean even though his hands always appear dirty from work Sleeping Habits — either too much or too little Eating Habits —doesnt really think about food - eats whenever he feels like it or remembers Exercise Habits — very regimented and has a work out schedule. Very strong even outside his wolf form. Emotional Stability — very short fuse and does not know how to process emotions - usually suppresses them Sociability — avoids most social situations unless he is getting something out of it or he feels like being a troll and instigating Addictions — nicotine Drug Use — no thanks Alcohol Use — socially

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — impulsive, has a bit of a temper, reckless Good Habits — very determined, tenacious, head strong, charismatic Best Characteristic — he really does have a soft spot for the underdog - he will take the lowly in and protect them from those he deems too high and mighty Worst Characteristic — rude impulsive and abrasive Worst Memory —standing in the middle of harold square watching a sidewalk artist create a giant merry go round with chalk. It was very busy and very crowded. Turning around and noticing that his mother and father were gone. He was only 4 but he remembers it scene by scene - they left him? They werent looking for him? Running around frantically trying to find them only to be left in London without anyone. Best Memory — being turned Proud of —the life he has built for himself Embarrassed by — his inability to form relationships Driving Style —very conservative on his motorcycle besides the speed Strong Points — determined, strong willed, confident Attitude — rude, judgemental, unbothered Weakness — family Fears — letting someone in Phobias — nothing serious Secrets — in swyn lake he is not out as a wolf Regrets — none. Feels Vulnerable When - when someone truly sees him Pet Peeves — incompetence Conflicts — tbd Motivation — to be nothing like those who think they have it better than anyone -to build a new pack in the memory of his fallen Short Term Goals and Hopes — create a home in swyn lake, create a pack or at least a plan for one Long Term Goals and Hopes —open a motorcycle shop Sexuality — straight Day or Night Person — both Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert! Optimist or Pessimist — pessimist Greatest Want —a pack Greatest Need — a pack

Likes and Styles:

Music — americana, 80s hair metal. Books —does enjoy reading historical fiction and fantasy novels Foods — anything with ranch, pot pies, meat pies, candy Drinks — plain tea, coke, beer Animals —wolves Sports — Rugby Social Issues — anarchy Favorite Saying —i create my own trouble Color — grey and dark green Clothing — jeans and a shirt... Jewelry — has two rings on his left hand Games —gambling TV Shows — sons of anarchy , game of thrones, band of brothers Movies — War Movies, action movies, period movies

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Southern Isle Household furnishings — His room is just a bed and a nigh stand pairs with a rack for clothes and a book shelf. The spare room is bare - with a few motorcycle parts. The living room has a giant leather couch and some antiques for tables and shelves. There is a tv but he does not use it much. Most Cherished Possession — journal. Neighborhood — Southern Isle Town or City Name — Swynlake Married Before — No Significant Other Before — a few short term girlfriends and a lot of random hook ups Children — None! Relationship with Family — has no contact with his parents - they could be dead or alive. His found family is all deceased. Car — vintage indian motorcycle Career — mechanic Dream Career — Own his own motorcycle shop Dream Life — have a pack of his own, create a monoply with pack - providing a business for hire - body guards...gambling...hitmen but all under the table - while running his own motorcycle shop letting the underlings do the real work unless he actually needed to show his face Love Life — single and ready to mingle Talents or Skills —very skilled mechanic Intelligence Level — very smart almost too smart but does not let it show Finances — grew up with nothing - has a lot of savings and investments but does not show it - will keep it hidden to fit in with society.

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Mark Dyer Harrys keeper? by u/Minimum-Finance-5271

Mark Dyer Harry’s keeper? What do people know about this guys mark dyer? Looks like he was a male role model for the boys, a male minder brought in I think even before Diana died. Sort of a male nannie for the boys as they started to get rambunctious and too hard to handle as pre teens. He’s been with Harry all his life since, seemingly a male nanny well into Harry’s adult hood. I bet he could tell a tale or two.What brought me back to this guy was that I picked up a tumblr blogs timeline on Meghan and Harry’s relationship, it’s a long and enlightening read, things that were often confirmed not just rumour that made my jaw drop at the audacity of Meghan, she was really pushing it and I can see why some people really felt sorry for Harry in the beginning, long interestingness read see link below https://ift.tt/pfZubqa stood out to me in the part above was this tidbit5/10/2017: Mark Dyer sells his pubs to move out of London. The article is the first confirmation that he/his pubs had hosted Harry and Meghan for dates in the early days of their relationship. Speculation begins that Dyer doesn’t like Meghan at all.Gosh that sure sounds like mark dyed probably owned a bunch of pubs, maybe floated or assisted financially by the brf or even Harry, that would have been very convenient for Harry. It would be like having club h back at high grove, a private pub where grey could act as much a fool as he wanted without anyone finding out. Cause if his friend/nanny owned the bar he would of course ensure that guest were reprieved of cameras or had their phones checked before entering to keep lil Harry’s hero pr intact hmm? Maybe when Meghan came along she got Harry convinced he didn’t need these bars that he was going to grow up and be a married man/she didn’t want Harry to be able to go somewhere that was controlled by someone loyal to Harry not her. And if their Interaction at that polo match is anything to go by Marko didn’t care for madame. If Harry told mark he didn’t need these pubs or that he wasn’t going to help finance them anymore maybe that’s why mark closed them when Meghan came along.I thought I heard that this guy works at archwell. Probably doing nothing except getting paid for his silence and occasional handling/babysitting of Harry when Madame or her mother are not around. The guy seems sleazy to me, basically Harry’s nanny who has seen a lot of Harry’s worst behaviour, and it this point is basically an accessory to them. Not such a good role model if this is what Harry became.I notice that William doesn’t have some nanny taking care of him, almost like he’s a grown up.This isn’t really going anywhere, I just always wondered about this guy, but the more I find out about him the more it becomes apparent he’s just some dumb rich man Childs nanny 😂🤮🤮Thanks for looking! post link: https://ift.tt/47u0em2 author: Minimum-Finance-5271 submitted: April 19, 2024 at 01:19AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

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Days 53-55 Friday to Sunday 25-27 October

Friday

Today was essentially getting from our Lizard caravan park (Trethvas) to our next place: one of the dozens of red, white and black lion pubs we have seen. This one is a Red Lion at Winfrith, 181 miles for the day. It was more or less a straight run here because after the stress of the last couple of days, we decided not to venture off the main roads. Despite this very sensible choice, the wind was ferocious, tossing the van around remarkably, and driving still required at least a hundred percent of my concentration.

We had a bit of rain overnight, including one very heavy downpour, as well as gale force winds buffeting the van consistently, but it was pretty patchy as we drove along with sunny and rainy periods before becoming quite beautiful after the early afternoon. We stopped for lunch near Exeter but got trapped in a truck stop, because the other carparks at which we intended stopping had gantries over the entrances that prevented big vehicles like ours entering. Nonetheless, we enjoyed our lunch, completely dwarfed and surrounded by big trucks, and resumed our journey after our repast.

I saw an interesting sign at one point. There was a huge hoarding with a six by four metre official sign on it boldly proclaiming ‘This sign is not in use’. The mind boggles.

When we arrived at the Red Lion, they allocated us a spot that we deemed too boggy to use so we chose another one (far from the toilets, of course) and told them. We went in to the bar and had a drink but it was too early for dinner so we returned to the camper for an hour and went back to the pub for dinner. The meals were mammoth - perhaps intended for mammoths - but we managed to eat at least half of them. Then a cuppa back in the van and bed at last.

I haven’t commented on this before but Halloween seems to be a big thing here. Wherever we go, there are signs for Halloween functions, firework displays, and so on - events that last a full week or more. The shops are full of skeletons, witches, pumpkins by the thousands, and dress-ups for the kids (and sometimes their parents), plus a host of weirdly related and absurdly expensive items to attract the kids to harass their parents about. I have also seen a lot of Christmas decorations too, including big street decorations - someone should give all the councils a calendar each! Obviously, Guy Fawkes Night (November 5 for the uninitiated) is also a huge event that probably merges with the Halloween week and a bit - and probably accounts for some of the emphasis on fireworks.

Saturday

Another day of mainly straight driving on main roads but only about 160 miles today. It was quite foggy when we got up and it persisted for at least fifty miles. We then had an hour or so of damp sunshine before the next fifty miles of rain. We drove more or less straight through to our private club campground where they take a few plebs like us to bolster their finances - I think tonight’s fifteen square metres of gravel cost us $87 Aussie dollars. I am not sure that the most expensive spot in Oz would be quite that much for a single night. But at least it is a place to sleep - or hopefully will soon be, once the nearby fireworks abate.

We called in at a Tescos near here to buy what we hope will be our last requirements for this trip. We couldn’t find a place to park in their area but parked not far away in the street. We didn’t need much so it was no effort to carry our few purchases.

We had a few more close encounters today with cars pulling into the traffic in our lane a couple of times and another forty or fifty vehicles roaring past and cutting us off as they swung into our lane two or three metres (max) ahead of us. I think a lot of Brits have a death wish - or maybe they are still trying to impose their entitlement rights on the colonials. (Our camper has a Kiwi sticker on the back window.)

We arrived here in time for a late lunch at 2.15 but I was just glad to be here. I have not enjoyed driving anywhere in England and wake up each morning with dread in my heart, thinking of another day on the road. My blood pressure must really be taking a beating. But because we had some extra time today, we spent some of it doing some preliminary organising for our trip home, and I even managed to get my PC online and post a couple of things for my blog.

I found I couldn’t sleep after I went to bed with fireworks going off around until midnight. I'm not sure if they related to Halloween a few nights away, or Guy Fawkes night a week away, but as I said, both are big deals here. A lot of roads, even quite major ones, have signs up advising that they will be closed for up to a week to accommodate the festivities.

I eventually got up and took a strong sleeping pill and slept like a baby. And it was the end of daylight savings here tonight so I even got a bonus hour’s sleep.

Sunday

We had an appointment to meet with Chantal, a friend we met on our Iceland trip a couple years ago. We had agreed to meet at the Clacket Lane Service Centre at 11.30. We did a few things in the van until it was time to go, and we eventually got to where the map said it was, and althoughg we could see it, there was no way to get to it. We backtracked several miles and found a way onto the Motorway miles upstream and arrived just a little late. Heather had had quite a few emails to arrange the catchup, and numerous more while we were lost - when she could get an internet connection. We eventually arrived at exactly where Chantal said she was, but we couldn’t find her. More emails back and forth until we discovered that there was another identically named Service Centre immediately across the Motorway - but it took more than twenty minutes driving back on the Motorway to an underpass where we could cross and drive back up the other side of the Motorway to get there. She had assumed we would be coming from north of the Motorway rather than south - and we (and our GPS and maps) never realised that there might be more than one Clacket Lane Service Centre. Anyway, it was great to see her again and we rattled on for almost two hours before we had to leave to get to our campsite before they closed. Chantal gave us both a small but wonderful gift. They were travel related and quite unique, beautiful mementos, with touching inscriptions. In return, we gave her an onion, a bottle of dishwashing liquid and a roll of paper towel that we had purchased but were surplus to requirement in our van. I am sure we will enjoy our gifts much more than she will ours.

We were running close to empty by our fuel gauge and it was about thirty miles before we found a place to get off the Motorway and fill up. We actually didn’t fill up - just enough to get us to our destination. Fuel near the Motorways is almost 30% more expensive than anywhere else. We will need to top up again tomorrow before we can finally hand back the dreadful bucket of bolts we have been driving. Absolutely nothing would give me greater pleasure than to be rid of it. I have hated it for every one of the 2020 miles I have fought with it, on some of the most stressful roads in the world, and I am looking forward to a day and a bit of stress free relaxation before tackling the horrific, but very welcome, flight home to sanity.

I added to my list of vehicles I have passed. Today, I passed a further six bikes and one car. I think that makes nineteen vehicles all up, including 9 bikes, a car towing a wreck on a trailer, a few on the slip lanes heading for the off-ramps and maybe four trucks travelling slower than us.

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Jim Davidson Net Worth: The Comedian's Journey to Success

When you hear the name Jim Davidson, what comes to mind? For many, it's the iconic British comedian known for his cheeky humor and hosting gigs on popular TV shows like Big Break and The Generation Game. But beyond the laughs and the lights of showbiz, there's another story—one of financial success. So, what's the real deal with Jim Davidson net worth? How did he build his wealth, and what keeps his bank account thriving today? Let's dive into the fascinating world of Jim Davidson's finances!

The Man Behind the Laughter

From Stand-Up to Stardom

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The Generation Game and Beyond

A Hit on the Small Screen

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Wise Investments

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How Much is Jim Davidson Net Worth?

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The Role of Comedy in His Wealth

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TV Hosting and Beyond

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Conclusion

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So, next time you hear a Jim Davidson joke or catch a rerun of The Generation Game, remember the man behind the laughs is not just a comedian—he's a savvy businessman with a net worth to prove it!

#Comedy Legend #Jim Davidson

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Nous nous retrouvions toujours au pub ''The Three Lions'' après le taff, le weekend et pendant les vacances. C'était notre quartier général à tous les deux. Nous avons fait des connaissances, qui sont devenu des vieilles connaissances, mais jamais d'amis. Nous nous suffisions à nous même. Faut dire que j'avais des sentiments pour Harry. Il ne l'a jamais su et j'avais voulu lui dire. Notre amitié était trop précieuse pour tout gâcher. Je me contentais de son regard plonger dans le miens certain soirs, de son bras autour de ma nuque quand nous discutions à voix basse, de sa main aux fesses lorsque que l'Angleterre marquait des points, de sa main dans mes cheveux quand je disais une bêtise, de ses baisers et câlins quand nous nous quittions. Nous étions trop complice pour que je lui avoue mon amour envers lui. Tom, le serveur, bien sur, se posait des questions sur mon orientation sexuelle et le faisait savoir à Harry. Après réflexion, je pense que Harry savait que j'étais amoureux de lui et ça ne le dérangeait pas. Après le taff donc, nous prenions pratiquement toujours une pinte de Guiness et puis soit on prenait une blonde, soit un soft, soit un café mais la pinte de Guiness c'était obligatoire. Nous n'avions pas forcement de table ou chaise attitré, on aimait bouger un peu dans tout le bar même si mon coin préféré c'était sous le tableau de Saint-Sébastien de Guido Reni, loin des WC, proche du comptoir, de la TV et de la porte d'entrée. Nous regardions souvent du football gaélique, pour ceux qui ne le savent pas, c'est un mélange entre le foot, le handball, le basket et le rugby. Y'a des poteaux de rugby avec en dessous un but de foot défendu par un gardien, ça se joue quinze contre quinze et y'a deux manières de marqué des points. Les joueurs peuvent soit marqué entre les poteaux du haut ce qui donne un point soit dans le but protégé par le gardien ce qui donne trois points. Les joueurs n'ont pas le droit de faire quatre pas avec le ballon en main sans faire au moins un jongle avec le pied, soit faire un drible. Dans ce sport les joueurs ne reçoivent pas de salaire, le club ne leur pas un seul centime c'est une régle. Avec Harry on adorait ça, on allait rarement voir pour de vrai un match dans un stade mais on y allait au moins une fois tous les ans début septembre. Parfois, quand on avait la flemme de faire à manger en rentrant et que les finances le permettait on mangeait ensemble. Il prenait souvent un chicken pie et moi du Haggis et on arrosait ça avec une deuxième pinte voire une troisième pinte. Maggy, la serveuse du bar, était très charmante et je soupçonnais Harry d'aller dans ce pub rien que pour elle. Il ne s'est jamais rien passé entre eux sauf un soir où le pub fêtait ses 200 ans d'existence. Faut dire que tout le monde était bourré, j'ai fini endormi par terre dans une cabine de toilette le froc baissé, et le cul dégoulinant de sperm, lui a fini sur le comptoir avec du rouge à lèvre plein la gueule et le bras droit en sang. Faut dire que certain soirs fallait pas nous casser les couilles surtout quand on a eu une journée de merde. Un jour un pauvre type est venu nous gratter de l'argent pour une pinte, ayant presque le coeur sur la main, avec Harry on avait rassemblait les £3,75 pour la pinte, mais le type a commençait à s'installer avec nous et critiquer le gouvernement, le sport, le taff, la vie. Moi ça m'énervait qu'il squat comme ça alors qu'on l'écoutait pas, qu'il parlait de politique alors que nous détestions ça, alors ce soir là, j'ai pris une chaise, la plus proche de moi, et lui foutu sur la gueule. Harry m'a suivit dans la bagarre sans me poser de question mais je savais à son regard que je m'étais énervé pour peu de chose et qu'il m'en voudrait quelque temps. Pour revenir à Maggy, elle plaisait à beaucoup de mec dans le pub et ils donnaient souvent un gros pourboire. Un peu comme si ils payaient une pute et qu'un jour/soir elle passerait sous la table ... franchement ... c'était vraiment des pauvres types. Moi et Maggy nous étions devenu amis avec le temps et je l'aimais d'autant plus quan

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This “if you saw Joe at a bar you would think he works in finance” thing made me think about what I would think everyone else does if I saw them out and I didn’t know who they were but I can’t come up with much. Harry would probably give struggling musician/artist vibes. Paul kind of looks like he would work at a coffee shop, Saoirse kind of does too. But I can’t figure out what I would think everyone else does. Based on her outfits last year (mostly before getting with Travis), I could see myself thinking Taylor worked at a boring office job but dreamed of working in a library

If these people didn’t work in entertainment and I met them in a bar I would guess the following:

Joe, as I said, finance/consulting/property.

Jack, and this is gonna be weirdly specific, I’d guess is in sport journalism? He just has the same vibe as my one friend’s bf who is a sport journalist. They dress very similarly and have similar builds. He also just has that vibe idk. I’d also not be surprised if he were like a physio or biokineticist or something but I’d guess sport related but not athlete and hasn’t been an athlete since uni where he didn’t excel at it either like wasn’t first team or anything but probably did play. Was first team in secondary school though. But like in uni he realized while he loved sport, he just wasn’t that good.

Paul… yk your coffee shop thing doesn’t feel far off. I’d guess something to do with food or restaurants. Like anything from chef to manager to sommelier wouldn’t surprise me. Or like has a food cart at markets selling hot sauce that he makes in his garage. Or maybe he works for a brewery again either brewing or like managing the place.

Harry I’d guess is into some or other wellness crap like a yoga teacher or a hypnotherapist or some shit like that.

Taylor I’d tbh assume works corporate and is very high up in it atp but when she was younger I’d still guess corporate and on the up and up. She has had brief periods where I could maybe guess academia but mostly I’d guess corporate. Maybe media but the corporate side of that too, not the creative side.

Travis (if I knew he’s not an athlete obviously), and again this is gonna be weirdly specific, I’d guess sells luxury vehicles. Like he gives off the same vibe as a guy who goes to my local pub who’s constantly in a new supercar and tries to make it seem like they’re his cars but he legit just works for a dealership and gets to drive them idk lol. The guy does well for himself but that’s sorta the vibe I’d get from Travis in the bar like I’d assume whatever car he rolled up in is from the dealership he at most owns lol and tbf I wouldn’t assume he owns it, I’d assume he’s a top salesman. I also wouldn’t be shocked if his dad owns the dealership. But I’d think he’s like good at selling the cars 💀

Saoirse I’d actually figure is in education - wouldn’t be surprised if she teaches anything from preschool to she’s in academia but that’s where my mind would automatically go with her.

Phoebe I’d think does some kind of social media or some kind of techy thing. Wouldn’t be shocked if she’s a programmer or an AI specialist but also I would think she’s more socials orientated. Like I’d guess that she runs the Duolingo accounts or something 😂

Matty I would predict that he would say he’s… “in between jobs” and as he said that I would be thinking “this man is unemployed” 💀💀💀💀 I also would think he’s got a band obviously but I would be STUNNED that it’s actually a successful band. He might be working as a bartender but also I’d have figured he’s been fired from other bartending gigs before this current one. I’d also think he sells weed like as a side gig but prob smokes too much of his own product and gives too much away to hookups to be like a successful weed dealer.

Speaking of bars and stuff, Gabby and Charli both look like they work at a quirky bar/club as either foh or maybe part of the management. Actually very likely part of the management and they do the bookings for the bands and DJs and events and a lot of the time they get their bfs’ bands in or their bfs in to DJ. They also probably hired Matty because he’s their friend/Gabby’s bf and they’re hoping the owners don’t think about it too much.

for funsies and since she’s with Paul now, I’d think Gracie is doing her postgrad and maybe has a side hustle which could be literally anything like she could tell me she sells handmade quilts and I’d be like “I don’t want one thank you” or she’d be doing a lot of housesitting but mostly she’d be talking about what she’s researching not the quilts.

Olivia R I’d think is still in undergrad but waitresses at the same places Gabby and Charli work at and fucking hates it and wants to quit lol but can’t figure out like a different part time job that pays as well and gives her enough time to study because she probably does super well in school. She also bitches about Gabby and Charli (who are like her supervisors at minimum) and is like “imagine still doing this when you’re almost 30 🙄🙄🙄🙄”

Sabrina would tell us she works in social media and we’d all know it’s OF.

is that everyone? 😂😂😂 This was very fun.

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