#did we forget that her gossip girl co stars hated her?

[jewishbarbies]

as a black person, I’ve already pocketed the Blake lively shit as “white woman business.” And obviously, not all white women are like her, but I’ve seen sooooo many white women like her and Amber Heard and Asia Argento destroy people’s lives because things didn’t go the way they wanted. I’ve seen it when I was in high school, I’ve seen it in the workplace, and now I’m seeing it here. You cannot tell me that this isn’t Blake retaliating because she doesn’t like that people didn’t approve of how she went about the It Ends with Us campaign.

all they’re doing is making it even more difficult for real victims, but blake has shown already she doesn’t give a shit about other women.

[ironworked]

Just a reminder of how hard it's been to get to where we are today wrt queerness on tv:

2000, Dawson's Creek: Berlanti says “I had to threaten to quit, basically because they wouldn’t let us have the characters kiss,”. WB also asked them to film it from across the street.

2001, Buffy The Vampire Slayer: co-ep David Greenwalt, once recalled that he received a phone call from an anonymous WB exec asking "Is [Joss] really going to do this gay thing?". They were asked to cut Willow and Tara's kiss, and Whedon 'declared he would walk away from the show' if they didn't get their kiss.

2005, The OC: network affiliates said they were getting complaints about the bi Marissa storyline, and they went to the network saying, ‘If this doesn’t go away, we’re not going to air your show anymore.’. “I’ll never forget when we were forced to cut their first kiss way back before it aired. [...] I’m like, ‘What are we doing? Why are they doing that? They just made us cut this thing down to like a tiny little smooch,’” Schwartz recalled.

2000-2007, Gilmore Girls: Sherman-Palladino: "The networks were very different in how permissive they would allow you to be. So, Sookie was originally supposed to be gay, but that was a non-starter at that time."

2007-2012, Gossip Girl: “There was not a lot of representation the first time around on the show.” Safran said [...], adding: “I was the only gay writer I think the entire time I was there.” / ''Sure, Eric Van Der Woodsen came out in the 1st season -- he also triumphantly outed his boyfriend, which tells you a lot about where we were in 2007''.

2010, 90210: Q: 90210 doesn’t shy away from allowing its straight characters to express their sexuality. Will the show be as frank in its depiction of Teddy’s romantic relationships? Sinclair [EP]: I hope so.

27 LGBTQ+ characters were killed off in 2016 across various networks and shows.

Carter Covington (Faking It, 2014-2016) said in 2016: “Networks are terrified. They’re completely scared right now. They will look for any reason not to do something. …I would hate for us to lose opportunities because of fear.”

Javier Grillo-Marxuach [...] explained [he] doesn’t own the properties for which he is telling stories. “I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” he said. “I will not stand up in front of the world and promise to do this and then somehow become the scapegoat on something that is not my property.”

Extra not-related-but-kinda-related fact: 1999 - Felicity's Haircut: network executives suggested it could have been series star Keri Russell's drastic haircut that did the real ratings damage. According to entertainment president Susanne Daniels, [...] she provoked a reaction so "overwhelmingly negative" that audiences stopped tuning in. Rather than chiding viewers for their superficiality, Daniels promised Russell would regrow her mane. "Nobody is cutting her hair again on our network," she said.

Sometime around 2021-22, the 9-1-1 team starts seriously working up to expand their roster of queer characters (originally including two black women, two black men and a white man) by exploring Buck's bisexuality... but Fox hits the brakes and ends up cancelling the show. Fortunately ABC (owned by the same production company) picked it up and that storyline got the go ahead *.

* Note: It should be said that by the time Buck's bisexuality was greenlit, the m/m black couple had left the show.

Now, The CW. Know Riverdale? that show where every plot point or detail that crosses your dash makes it seem even more bonkers, and whose fans are quick to tell you that actually it's even weirder? romantic entanglements included?

So there's a recurring gay character, and then the main cast (which includes Cheryl, who is a lesbian). Who kisses who? Cheryl and Topaz? YES. Cheryl and Veronica? YES. Cheryl and Betty? YES. Betty and Veronica? YES. Archie and Betty? YES. Archie and Veronica? YES. Jughead and Betty? YES. Jughead and Veronica? YES.

Archie and Jughead? NO.

...🤔

ETA a correction from the notes:

My main points:

Queer storylines are still not easily greenlit, especially for pre-existing characters (don't take risks. don't fix it if it ain't broken). It's getting easier, but it's still not easy.

White, male, and straight is still seen as the default and as neutral by the networks, and let's admit it, by a portion of the audience. So while they might be willing to include some diversity in their shows, I think these characters are still seen as 'other', and there's a strong reluctance to taking one of those 'neutral characters everyone can identify with' and... 'officially/openly queering them', so to speak.

And what about Supernatural? The show that Pedowitz was happy brought on some very wanted male viewers, and which they used to usher in new shows:

“It has been the lead-in or lead-out to almost the entire schedule,” Pedowitz said. “It’s made successes out of shows that might not have [otherwise] been sampled, and a lot of it has to do with the fact that Supernatural brought in an audience that demographically was 50-50, male to female.[...]"

The show that got this network note in season 1 (2005):

For the episode "Route 666" though, "… The note I got from the network was 'The girl can't be on top.'"

More not-fully-related-but-relevant tidbits, this time from Nancy Drew:

"[straight pairing were] never endgame in the very early days. It was never even a thing. It’s that beautiful thing that comes out of creating a show and getting to 62 chapters of a story and all of a sudden it kind of takes you somewhere."

[Actress from Nancy Drew] told Us that she “made it [her] mission” to make sure there were “little moments” between the two characters that fans could latch onto. “[Even] in subtle ways that weren’t necessarily scripted — just in case they decided to go that direction [so] that it would feel supported,”

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[onewithnomightypowers]

clandestine (chapter 4)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 4: darling can’t you hear me?

A/N: i do not encourage cheating. this chapter is musically driven so i would recommend listening to ‘hit me baby one more time’ by britney spears, ‘sos’ by abba and ‘end game’ by taylor swift, while reading the chapter. also there is slight smut in here. i hope you guys like this chapter!! feedback is always appreciated.

warnings: smoking, drinking, slight smut, cursing

word count: 1.6k

important: bold and italic are character thoughts

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Tom and Y/N had been individually invited to their common friend Lily’s house warming party. They, however, decided to go together as friends.

Most of the people Y/N knew in London were all in the same circle and were all present at Lily’s. Lily was a smart woman and a social butterfly, but she was not the smartest when it came to befriending real and trustworthy people.

The house was packed with people. Everyone was taking a swing at the karaoke machine attached to the TV in the living room.

Y/N and Tom made their way to the kitchen where all the drinks were.

“Remember, you’re driving us home.” Y/N said, snatching the beer from Tom’s hand.

“Why can’t you drive?” Y/N chugged the whole beer at once.

“Oops”, she said, wiping her mouth from the back of her palm.

They both diverted to their separate ways, trying not to confirm the obvious. They were the talk of the town, or the party in this case. They were knee deep in rumours. Everyone had been gossiping about something they had heard from a friend of a friend.

Rumours spread like wildfire and in their case, most of the rumours were true. But the biggest red herring of the town was that Haz and Y/N were separated and were on the verge of filing divorce, and Y/N was getting the heat of it.

Those who were sober enough to sustain a conversation, came up to her and asked her the exact same question.

“So what is up with Haz? How is he? Haven’t seen him around in such a long time”, asked a girl, whose name Y/N couldn’t remember.

She was clearly out for ‘the scoop’ everyone else was.

“Oh he’s nice, he’s actually coming to London next week”, this was the thirteenth time Y/N had repeated that sentence tonight.

“So will he be accompanying you to the premier?”

What is she, a tabloid journalist?

“I don’t know actually, we haven’t talked about that”

---

Tom hated parties, he preferred intimate gatherings, where people would have meaningful conversations instead of the shallow small talk. He was an ‘intellectual’ in that sense, as Y/N had pointed out. He was insufferable since he couldn’t drink as he had to drive Y/N home, and she was nowhere to be found. He found himself entering the bathroom in Lily’s room to escape. Little did he know, Y/N felt the same way. He entered the bathroom to a modern masterpiece.

Y/N was sitting inside the bathtub with her legs hanging out of it. Her white wine glass was to her left, next to a Marlboro box with a lighter poking out it. The shower curtains were pushed to the right side of the tub.

She had a cigarette in her left hand and her phone in her right. He could only assume that she was playing candy crush like the middle aged woman she was. He couldn’t help but take a picture.

Y/N didn’t notice him until she heard the sound of the phone camera.

“I see you lasted an hour out there”, she said, ashing her cigarette on the box.

“Which is more than you”, he sat on the edge of the tub.

“Ugh, I couldn’t take their questions about Haz anymore, like seriously why do they all need to ask me the exact same question individually, I should literally just announce my life’s status with a fucking lou-“, Y/N was interrupted by Tom’s sloppy kiss.

She tastes like wine

He found himself on Y/N's lap and started kissing down her neck. She smelled like her Gucci Bloom perfume mixed with alcohol and smoke. Tom made it to her breasts and started sucking them, in an attempt to leave his mark on her.

There was a knock on the door. “Go away”, Y/N screamed, between small, light moans. “Um, okay”, the person said from behind the door. Y/N moved her hand to the rim of Tom’s shirt and started to pull it up, accidently toppling the wine glass next to her, spilling wine in the bathtub.

Tom broke away to see what had happened. “You’re a mess, darling”, he continued kissing her. “But I’m the mess you love”. Both of them were so intoxicated at the moment, they ignored the use of the word ‘love’. It was something which neither of them had said out loud before, but felt deeply.

“We should go, they will think we are canoodling together”, Tom said.

“But we are canoodling together”

“Yeah but still”

“Fine, but you owe me one”, Y/N said in frustration.

Tom got up from her lap, Y/N stuffed her phone and the cigarette box in her pocket.

“What are we going to do about that?” Tom pointed at the wine glass on the bed of the tub.

“Its white wine so it wouldn’t stain and we were never here”

Y/N opened the door and merged into the sea of people, leaving Tom behind.

---

She found herself in an utterly boring conversation with Lily and her ‘girl squad’. They were talking about the latest Dior makeup line.

How can someone talk about makeup while drunk?

She noticed that Alan was done with his powerful performance of ‘hit me baby one more time’. “Who is next?” he asked the crowd, raising the microphone. Y/N found an opening to escape the conversation. “Me!” she got up, grabbed the mic and climbed the wooden coffee table.

“Who wants to recreate the ‘SOS’ scene with me from ‘Mamma Mia’? Of course I’ll be Pierce Brosnan” she screamed into the mic.

“I’ll be your Meryl Streep”, Tom walked over to the karaoke machine to take the spare mic.

Y/N turned on the music, “I want everyone to sing the chorus with us”

“Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find, I try to reach for you but you have closed your mind”, Y/N stepped off the table and started to walk towards Tom, never losing eye contact with him.

“Whatever happened to our love? I wish I understood, it used to be so nice, it used to be so good”, Tom turned his back to her just like Meryl Streep in the movie.

“So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me, S.O.S. The love you gave me, nothing else can save me, S.O.S”, everyone sang this part excluding Tom.

“When you're gone, how can I even try to go on? When you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?” Y/N sang this part alone. Tom turned slightly to look at Y/N, he could see it in her eyes that she meant every bit of what she was singing.

“You seemed so far away, though you were standing near. You made me feel alive but something died, I fear”. It was Tom’s time to shine. He noticed that almost everyone in their audience had pulled out their phones to record it.

“I really tried to make it up, I wish I understood. What happened to our love, it used to be so good”, Tom tried his best to overact.

“So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me, S.O.S. The love you gave me, nothing else can save me, S.O.S.” they all sang it, together, on top of their lungs.

Tom and Y/N were, now, standing back to back.

“When you're gone, how can I even try to go on?” Y/N repeated the lines after Tom.

“When you're gone, though I try, how can I carry on?” they held each other’s free hand in a way no one could see it.

The music stopped playing, they turned to look at each other. “Now don’t expect me to do the dirty dancing lift with you, I don’t want to break my back”, Y/N spoke into the mic. The whole room burst into laughter.

---

They were on their way to Y/N’s Camden apartment, their home for the time being. Tom was driving and the local radio was playing at a low volume. Y/N was looking out the window, it was past midnight, and the streets were stranded.

“And now, ‘End Game’ by Taylor Swift”, the radio jockey said.

Y/N was not paying attention to whatever was playing but Tom was. He turned up the volume for her, knowing her, he knew that she wouldn’t want to miss it. Y/N finally noticed the chorus and got excited. She looked over at Tom, giving him a glance that said ‘you know me so well’. He noted the glance, grabbed her right hand delicately and pulled it up to his mouth to give it a kiss.

She took her hand back to increase the volume even more. They had stopped at a red light.

“I hit you like bang”, Y/N sang along, making a ‘bomb blasting’ gesture.

“We tried to forget it but we just couldn’t, and I buried deep hatchets but I keep maps to where I put ‘em”

“Reputation precedes me, they told you I’m crazy” Tom also sang with her.

“I swear I don’t love the drama”, he let her sing this part alone.

“It loves me” she bopped Tom’s nose, scrunching her face.

I love her so much

“I love you so much”, he said.

She looked up, grinning like a devil, saying nothing.

Shit did I say it too soon? Yeah it’s too soon, she’s going to fucking leave me now

“Is it cool that I said that?” he was confused by her silence. The light had turned green and the cars behind them were honking, but his eyes were stuck on her beautiful devilish face.

Just before he turned his wild eyes on the road, she said it.

“I love you too, Tom.”

@mysticapples17​

[pluviophile-bookworm]

HSMTMTS 2x9: so dreaded, so exciting, 'Sword!' (yeah, I went there, I've been thinking about this scene - you know the one - since yesterday for some reason)

After two computer malfunctions and a very tough, very sleepless night, here I am with a third attempt to write this post. The universe is against me today. Is Mercury in retrograde or something? Ugh, I just want to get this over with already. And I haven't even managed to see half the episode yet. You better like this cursed post because it's taken me two hours at this point, and will probably take another to finish - and that is if nothing goes wrong this time. Please bear with me. This is my reaction to HSMTMTS 2x9, take 3. Let's hope and pray it's the last one.

I'm normally [unpopular opinion alert] a very spoiler-positive person (it's the combination of anxiety and ADHD and a bunch of other stuff, I suppose), but for this one I've been refraining from looking at the tag all morning, so by now I'm simply bursting with impatience. But before we dive in, I need to get some stuff off my chest.

Some pre-watch thoughts and feelings (let's see how well they will have aged by the end of the episode):

Seriously, what is with whoever writes this show? I know it's impossible, but I feel like they've been toying with my emotions specifically all season. Like:

Ah, so you were a Rini shipper last season? Great, now we'll make them obnoxious and borderline toxic to the point where you actually want them to break up, but then their old chemistry will be back just for the breakup scene so that you can cry your eyes out over the one couple you couldn't stand - even though you can't seem to relate to a single song from Sour, we'll make you feel like you do for a hot second. At least it will remind you that you loved Ricky.

So you say Redlyn own your heart and soul? Great, we'll make you dread something going wrong with them for a week straight, and mess up your sleep schedule beyond repair over it. You're welcome!

We heard you said Rodfini give you life? Perfect, how about a big Seblos fight? And would you like a side of questioning your choice to stan Carlos with that? Because what is life without a little anxiety, a bit of doubt of your ability to read people, and a pinch of existential dread, right?

Ah, so you claimed not to ship Portwell romantically, is that right? Brilliant, we'll make you ship them and then we'll use that to torture you, too.

You've been excited about ABF and Asher Angel guest-starring ever since they were announced? Magnificent! We'll make you hate ABF's character to the point where you can't even look at him, and we'll make you call him names you thought yourself incapable of uttering. And as for Asher, you'll be left waiting for him until the last third of the season, and then you'll dread the possibility of hating his character, too. Do you love us yet?

Oof! Right then, I've got that out of my system. Time to dive in.

Miss Jenn playing around with the backgrounds is, like, 90% of the people who had online school this year, and honestly, I love that for her.

Wait, why is Nini first on this call? Are they going through with the Rose thing? Cos like, the song is nice and all (and, might I add, much more to my taste than nearly all of Sour, don't @ me), but if they use it, it will get them disqualified. They’ve been told that! Gosh, please let me be wrong about this.

We get it, Carlito, rich and fancy and over-the-top is kind of your thing, but have you stopped for a second to think about how others will feel about this? Especially Seb, whom you claim to care about. Seriously, though, I love Carlos and would not hesitate to die for him, but I’m getting the feeling that, unlike my other favourite (you know the one), he wouldn’t do the same for me. Oh well, he’ll figure it out. He’s just a kid. Give him time.

Wait, Milky White? Is that an Into the Woods reference I smell? Cool! If I had a cow, I’d totally name her Milky White (or Gertrude, but don’t ask me why). I just hope they don’t have to, like, take her to the market and exchange her for magic beans, if you catch my drift.

Ahhhhh, Caswell cousins content! We love to see it!

‘You guys are watching, like, old old movies’ WTH, Nini (or is it Nina)? Scary Movie is literally younger than me. But what do you know about it, you 21st-century baby! Ugh, I don’t know why I’m being so hostile today... must be the lack of sleep. Hope it doesn’t influence my reactions to the episode so dramatically as to make me forget how much I love this series. Because I do.

Yay! Big Red is here! I can finally smile. And did Ash just say they’re soulmates? Because yes they are! Ahhh my heart is going to explode.

‘Nini, have you heard from [Ricky]?’ Yikes, awkward... but of course, Big Red can be counted on to save the day here, too.

Ok, so that was a cool cold open. Time for some nice in-person scenes, though. I did not spend all of three semesters doing online school just to have the characters of my favourite series do the same.

Wow, Gina is really embracing that French accent thing! And I really don’t want to think about, erm, ‘Napoleon over here’ right now, but I really think the fact that she’s doing it better than him will be another piece of evidence towards my theory of fake-French!Antoine... ugh, I said his name. Oh well. Back to Gina. Too bad the French thing didn’t work out for her.

Ahhhh, Portwell with Ash in the background! And Ash is going to paint EJ’s nails! I feel like he’s going to end up loving that, despite what he says right now. But seriously, I just love how comfortable these two are with each other. Can you blame me now for shipping them as friends? Well, I mean, it’s obvious they will be more than friends, and somehow, despite the amatonormativity of it all, I’m here for it.

Wait, was that Asher? That was Asher, I’m 100% sure of it. And Gina said ‘a sign’ and then looked at him, even from the back... what am I supposed to think and feel here? I’m confused. Moving on.

Ahh, poor Ricky being a burrito... good thing that breakup scene last time reminded me that I love him, because the entirety of the season before that was very good at making me forget that.

Wait, did she say ‘the Bean’? As in, that Bean? The infamous Bean? LOL.

‘So the only time you two talk to each other is to gossip about me’ Boy, did I feel that. I once got my hands on my dad’s mobile and I... kind of went through his texts with mum. Yep, all about me and my brother. At this point I feel like they’re only together because of us. But this is getting too personal. I’m here about the episode, not to rant about my family. Moving on.

Yikes, looks like Nini’s got writer’s block all over again. Am I supposed to feel sorry for her? Because I kind of don’t. I mean, no hate towards her, none at all, but that entire scene just felt awkward and unnecessary. And not just because it’s her first time going live. That I can understand. What I don’t understand is why the writers can’t seem to do anything creative and interesting with Nini. Olivia is being wasted there. Idk, that’s just how I feel. Again, no hate.

Ahhhhh it’s Asher! And well, he’s not Jonah, but I kind of really like him as Jack. I wonder if that will last.

So is it just me, or is anyone else not quite sure how to feel about Ricky’s mum? I mean, their interactions seem kind of awkward and strained, but that’s how it’s supposed to be given their recent history, and yet something just doesn’t sit quite right with me.

‘You there, Muse? It’s me, Nini!’ Ah, so it’s Nini again? I didn’t get the memo. Gosh, this episode is kind of really underwhelming. The most exciting thing so far (but not nearly as exciting in practice as it was in theory) – Asher and Sofia’s on-screen reunion. The second most exciting thing? The thought of Ash painting EJ’s nails. Everything else? Kind of ‘whatever’. Is this what I tossed and turned about all night? Totally not worth it. This episode better get, like, 300% better right this instant. It’s just not worth all the frustration and excitement and dread so far.

Looks like my prayers from just now have been heard! That improv scene was hilarious! Guess it was lucky that Miss Jenn had them do improv before this moment. But I need to know more of Jack’s backstory now.

Ok, so that was awkward! So Kourtney is talking to Howie again, I guess. And I guess I know now what Carlos did that was all public and no subtle. Still, what’s wrong with posting photos from your holiday? Guess I don’t exactly know yet what Carlos did to piss the others off so much.

Great, now I’m tempted to google butterfly faces. Good thing I’m not eating anymore. *** Ughhhhh this was a mistake! Please don’t ever look a butterfly in the face if you want to stay sane. Don’t be like me.

Ahhh the Duke sweater! ‘Is that your boyfriend’s?’ Well, not quite yet, it’s not... *screams in Portwell*

Oh, now we’re talking! But seriously, Ricky? The ‘my friends think’ card? Why don’t you just say ‘I think’? It’s clearly something you’ve thought about a lot. I feel like I’m going to love this scene or cry over it or both.

Ooh, therapy. It’s not just... basically the entire fandom... who says it now. Please tell me that means Ricky will be going to therapy at some point. Says the girl who is currently firmly refusing to go to therapy in favour of hyperfixating on HSMTMTS and getting back into the good old practice of having imaginary friends... yeah, I’m one to talk.

My, my, my! Seb has really had it now. I mean, it was about time, but... not quite like this. My heart is starting to do some weird stuff, I can feel it. I might need to lie down.

Ok, so as much as I envy North High for getting to see so many shows on BWay – basically living out my dream – stalking East High on Instagram and being shady about them taking a well-deserved break... just goes beyond all limits. I mean, if you’re so into Broadway shows, you should know as well as I do what happened the last time a certain founding father did not take a break. Maybe you’re the ones in need of a break here.

Nini on the call with the Caswell cousins, though... ‘I’m obsessed with both of you’ – first relatable thing she’s said or done all season. And EJ playing with old toys is pure gold.

Oh, so Jack’s dad is a pilot. Makes sense, I guess. I’m kind of intrigued by this guy. Just as long as he doesn’t try to come between Portwell before they’ve had the chance to happen, you know...

Ashlyn might need to stop swooning over Nini’s songwriting or Big Red might get jealous... I mean, I would not have pinned him as the jealous type before 2x7, but ever since then... I guess insecure + dating a girl like Ash = the jealous type. And although that looks good on him, I’d bet anything it doesn’t feel particularly pleasant on his side. So... wait, why am I talking about Big Red? He hasn’t even got anything to do with the scene at hand. But then again, there’s been so little Big Red content in this episode that I seem to be trying to make up for it. Still. Stay focused.

Ooh, so Big Red did edit that video! Is there anything my boy can’t do? Ok, now I feel like he’s even more criminally underappreciated than he was before. But let’s look at the video. I’m curious to see the whole thing because that sneak peek from yesterday simply hasn’t been enough.

That was... really, really cool! I love how they took the ‘when they go low, we go high’ line from last time and run with it. Now if only they were putting as much effort into BATB... North High wouldn’t know what hit them.

Hmmmm... I guess Gina and Jack could be what I originally wanted Portwell to be... really cool friends. Unless it’s one of those ‘airport magic’ things. Oh well. It probably is. Was that all we’re seeing of Asher here? I did not wait 2/3 of the season for this. Though it was nice.

Ooh, Ricky’s solo song... why is there more Rini chemistry in this song than there was in all the season? Not counting the breakup scene, of course. Also, I feel like it’s just as much about him and his mum as it is about Nini. Some say music is the best therapy. I think they might be right. And no, I’m not crying. You are.

The granola bar, though... this episode might have been very underwhelming in the first half, but... it delivered in the Portwell front, and the music was *chef’s kiss*, so I’m willing to let it slide that the advertised Seblos ‘big fight’ was not touched upon nearly enough. Maybe next week...

Ok, now that we’re done watching the episode, let’s see how my feelings from the beginning have aged:

The Rini breakup: apparently, along with reminding me that I love Ricky, it has rendered me unable to look at Nini. What’s up with that? If this is some sort of tactic along the lines of ‘Olivia might be leaving the show so we’re making you hate her character so that you won’t miss her’, it’s not really working. Because I don’t want to hate Nini. Believe me, I don’t.

Redlyn: ok, so there’s nothing wrong with them whatsoever - we even got a ‘soulmates’, which I loved - but first they’re being swept under the rug, and then the antis come at us with that ‘their relationship is underdeveloped’ nonsense. Individually, though, I liked them in this episode (even if there was a significant shortage of Big Red), and Ashlyn collaborating with Nini again was cool, but... what I really wanted to see was her painting EJ’s nails. Did she even get the chance to actually do it? Maybe next week.

Seblos: I’m still failing to understand exactly what Seb thinks Carlos did wrong (please enlighten me if you did catch that, I’m kind of slow), but he (Seb) does have reasons to be mad at him (Carlos)... and at other people, too. Still, if you want to have a fight between two people in a relationship, you could do much better than whatever this episode was. Maybe next week. I notice I’m saying that a lot. Guess I’m putting a lot of hopes on 2x10. I just pray it doesn’t disappoint.

Portwell: boy, am I happy that my frustration on this front did not age well! What I mean is, apparently they’ve decided to bless us, not torture us for once. Even a rather disappointing episode like this one had to have some sort of silver lining. And Portwell is it.

Asher as Jack: well, luckily I didn’t hate him, but... it’s kind of the opposite problem. I loved him and now they’re taking him away from me. Guess I just can’t win here. Oh well. At least he didn’t have the screen time to get in between Portwell...

All in all: 2x10, my hopes and prayers are with you!

[avaalons]

Chris Evans Fic: Disney Princess Series Part 4 (The Aftermath)

Part 4 of the Chris’ Disney Princess series!

The previous three parts are available on my masterlist.

HELP REQUIRED: If anyone can think of a new name for this, please drop me a line. I hate the titles but can’t for the life of me think of decent names for the series and the chapters.

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It had been one week. One week since you got back from your Disney trip and one week since you had felt honestly and truly excited about something. You’d been out of course, attended some important meetings about future projects, met up with a couple of friends, done the LA lunch thing, been to the gym, and yoga to work off the holiday splurge. You even went to a showbiz party in the city, which wasn’t really your scene but it gave you an opportunity to dress up and it was on your list of suggested events that PR forwarded to Claire, your excellent personal assistant.

So all in all, it had been a busy week but it just felt… flat. It wasn’t that you’d not even had fun: you always enjoyed meeting your friends and the party had even had it’s entertaining moments, plus you’d got some low key but positive press from it. You didn’t really care for doing the media thing but as PR pointed out, getting your face out there in a positive way was important for keeping you relevant and in the minds of the people you needed to impress, like studios and producers.

But you were missing… something. The kids and their constant bursts of light-hearted, unconscious laughter? Lisa’s awesome cooking? Maybe Scott and his easy teasing? Maybe it was just the feeling of being part of a family in general. You did, somewhat, reluctantly admit to yourself that there a very distinct possibility that it was the presence of a certain blue-eyed, broad-shouldered, deep-voiced man that you were missing.

However, as you sat there in soft, brushed cotton shorts and a Beauty and the Beast tshirt (that may or may not have been purchased in the Magic Kingdom) watching Pillow Talk (you loved Doris Day in this), you felt deflated and restless. You couldn’t put your finger on it.

It was a Sunday evening and you were sprawled against the corner section of your L-shape sofa in the comfortable sitting room area of your apartment, being eaten by throw cushions and moving only to grab another slice of pizza from the coffee table. You were in your favourite place, eating your favourite food, watching your favourite film after treating yourself to a bath and a deep hair conditioning mask. You should have been perfectly content and not so long ago, you would have been.

You checked your phone again and tried not to sigh. Nothing. You refreshed your emails just in case… but still nothing. You’d not heard from Chris at all since you parted ways at the airport. You were destined for LAX and he was flying back to Boston with the rest of his family. Granted, he hadn’t heard from you either but you hadn’t wanted to intrude on his family time and there was also part of you that didn’t want to give him the wrong idea by fishing for attention. You were friends, that was all, and friends could go for weeks, months even, without speaking and then pick right back up like no time had passed. The week you had spent together didn’t mean you’d be in contact all the time. Still, you couldn’t help but be a little disappointed in the freeze out.

Which is why you grabbed your phone the moment it illuminated next to your leg, a tell-tale bubble appearing on the screen. It wasn’t Chris though, obviously. It was the friend you’d met up with for lunch earlier in the week, and her message consisted of a web address followed by a lot of caps lock. When you swiped the bubble to open up the messenger app, you sat up straight with a start and nearly choked on your Diet Coke.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DATING CAPTAIN AMERICA?! Do you even realise how freaking JEALOUS of you I am right now? GET IT GIRL 🔥🔥🔥”

You jabbed the web link with a quivering finger, heart hammering in your mouth as it loaded, breathing paused as you read.

Well, shit.

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Chris let himself into his house, cabin bag shouldered wearily, Dodger padding in ahead of him. He’d picked him up from his friend-slash-reliable-dog-sitter’s house right after he landed in LAX. After giving the stack of mail he’d picked up on his way in a cursory glance, he dropped it to the side table in the hall and sloped through to his lounge, dumping his bag as he sank into the sofa, Dodger jumping up next to him and settling next to his human, letting out a long and much needed sigh.

God, he was tired. He’d had an amazing couple of weeks in Disney and then Boston, and he loved his family beyond anything but it was good to be back in his house, with his dog and a tiny bit of silence, something that wasn’t very often found in his mother’s house.

So when the unexpected bars of the chorus of He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother by The Hollies pierced the luxurious, beautiful silence he’d only just rediscovered, he couldn’t help scrunching his eyes closed even harder as he pulled his phone from his pocket and answered without looking at the screen and spoke without greeting.

‘Bro, I literally left you at the airport like two hours ago. You missing my sparkling company that much already?’

‘Yeah you wish,’ Scott replied light-heartedly, scoffing, ‘Sparkling, my ass. Have you been on the internet lately?’

‘I just walked in the door and Dodger and I were enjoying our peace and quiet, so no.’

Scott tone turned more serious, ‘Well, I’m just sayin’ you might want to check.’

Chris groaned inwardly while leaning over to rifle in his bag for his iPad, ‘What is it this time?’

'Just go to pretty much any gossip site you can think of.’

'Figures,’ he replied wryly as he googled a website, hating himself for doing it, 'This better be worth my while. I’m going to have to disinfect my iPad after going on here.’

'You’re not going to like it, but you’re going to want to address it with at least one person I think,’ Scott told him in warning as Chris navigated the search engine and loaded the website he needed.

'Okay, I’m on. What am I looking f - Jesus Christ, what the fuck is this shit?!’ Chris exclaimed, reading the first featured 'story’.

'I told you. You know that thing we had a discussion about, hammered at mom’s kitchen table, where you have to let a wild, nervous thing go free and it will come back if it wants to?’

'I told you then to fuck off too, I seem to remember.’

'Well, you might want to forget that and just call her.’

'Yeah, yeah, I’m on it,’ Chris’ voice was quiet and the words spoken on autopilot as he read the trash in front of him, unable to tear his eyes away although it was all he wanted to do.

'Alright bro. Get to her first,’ Scott spoke like he was sorry he’d had to break the news to you.

The brothers hung up and Chris read the article again, frustration building inside him, jaw clenching, teeth grinding.

'CATCHING A CAPTAIN: CHRIS EVANS SNARED BY HIS CO-STAR.’

The pictures were from a distance and a little grainy but it was clearly him, his arms around you, his head tucked against your shoulder, mouse ears on your head, as he stretched his arms out to take selfies on your phone.

Fuck.

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[victoria-seaberg-blog]

[Hello, here’s another fic haha I’m on a roll today! Thanks for the rps @lady-collette @ladyvenusvale @ladyaadamaier You all are awesome and I had so much fun! This one is pretty long, so be aware! Also sorry it’s unedited...]

DAY 2: I like her 10 times better

I know exactly what I do when I wake up this morning. I think back about the first day. I messed up so badly already. Multiple fights. Drama everywhere. I mean I sure made this whole experience more exciting, but I do not want to get kicked out.

My maids help me into another gorgeous dress. This time it’s a little black dress, with long sleeves. I’m glad to be wearing a shorter dress for once, now I can show one of my best assets: my legs. My favourite part about the outfit are the little leopard socks. They completely finish of the entire outfit.

I’ve told my maids about my little plan. They seemed genuinely happy that I’m going to say goodbye to the drama. For now at least.

I’m amazed by the amount of food options there are at breakfast. The palace chefs are creators and they seem to know exactly what I like to eat in the morning. Yoghurt with granola and some fresh berries. And to top it all off, a mug filled with hot chocolate. Perfection!

I overhear some girls talking about the royals. Who they’ve talked to, what they’ve talked about, who they’re planning on meeting next. I haven’t met any of the royals yet, except for the Prince. But that’s the only one I have to meet to be honest. I’m here for him, not for his brothers. Especially not for Prince Max, the kid could be my son. Okay not really, that would make me a child mom but you get my point.

I get that it’s exciting to be living in a palace among the most powerful people in the country. But girls, you don’t have to throw yourselves at them. Don’t embarrass yourself, please. Oh well, they’re allowed to embarrass themselves. It would make my path to the Prince’s heart easier and clearer.

After breakfast I decide to put my plan into action so I approach the one person who would give me the advice I needed. Here goes nothing.

“Lady Collette?” I say as I get close enough to her. I make a small curtsy, “can I take up little of your time?”

I’m a bit scared of how she will respond. My maids told me how strict and stern she could be.

She looks up, “sure, dear. What is it?”

So far so good.

“I have a bit of an unusual question for you. In the etiquette lesson, you’ve taught us that gossip and backstabbing are a no go. But I happen to attract drama and fights everywhere I go, so I was wondering how do I deal with those situations in a ladylike way?”

Lady Collette purses her lips. Is that a good thing? Or is she going to punish me? “A lady never dignifies malicious words and mockery with a response. She keeps to herself in that regard and holds kindness and poise to the highest belief.”

I nod my head. “And if someone openly attacks me, how can I defend myself but still be kind?” I honestly have no clue.

“You simply smile and tell them you hope they find love someday. You can defend yourself and fight back by still being proper.” This woman should write her own bible. I would definitely read it.

“Okay,” I nod to show my understanding. “Kindness, poise and being proper. Those are the keywords right?”

Lady Collette smiles, “now you’re getting it, Lady… uh.” She looks at my name tag, “Victoria.”

“Those were my questions, thank you for helping me.”

“My pleasure, dear.”

I smile as I walk away from her. That went better than expected. I even got a smile from her. And she gave me reasonable advice. All I have to do now is remember the keywords and put them in practice next time a drama situation occurs.

I retreat to my bedroom where I decide to look at the dresses in my closet. All of them are so beautiful. I let out a quiet laugh as I see that most of the dresses have a very low-cut V-neck. Definitely the eye catchers I was hoping to find. What were my maids up to?

A knock on my door brings me back to reality. I swear to god if this is Aubree again. I turn around, surprised to see that my door is open. “Can I come up?” a voice starts. God this is worse than Aubree. The person behind the voice raises up in surrender, “I’m not here to fight, just talk and apologise.”

I sigh, would there ever come a day when Venus will leave me alone? “Sure, feel free to invade my privacy.”

She rolls her eyes in an amused manner. “Are you always this charming or is it reserved for me? Anyways I just wanted to apologise for everything that’s happened from the day we met on the plane.”

I cross my arms, not believing a word she just said. “And why is that?”

“Well for one, I don’t want to get kicked out. Two, you deserve an apology and everything became so heated quickly. I really am sorry for everything. Will you forgive me?”

Kindness, poise and being proper. Kindness, poise and being proper. Kindness, poise and being proper.

I repeat the words in my head multiple times. Then I sigh, knowing that I should probably listen to Lady Collette’s words of wisdom. “Okay fine. I don’t want to get kicked out either, so I’ll forgive you.”

Venus smiles at me and I want to barf. But I keep my face neutral. “Thank you! Now...I have a bit of a dilemma I need help with.” She passes me a note. Aada’s name is scribbled on the bottom. “I’m still angry with her for talking to me, to both of us. What do I do?”

I rip the note in half and throw it in the trashcan. “Here you go, that’s your response.”

She gasps at me, clearly lost for words. “Well...that’s something. I knew you’d be helpful for something. So other than our fights, how has your experience been so far?”

“Sweetie, it’s better to have me as your friend than as your enemy.” I sigh, “some girls here are testing out the enemy thing, will be interesting.”

“So I’ve learnt,” Venus gestures to the torn up note. Maybe ripping Aada’s note wasn’t the cleverest idea, but god I was so done with that girl. Venus offers me a sly smile, “care to drop names?”

“For starts, Aada. She may seem innocent, but she’s definitely not.”

Aada’s name triggers some hate in Venus, I can read it from her face. “Oh my goodness, tell me about it! I was ready to take her eye out after she spoke to us that way.”

“Yeah I might send a hitman after her.” I say in my calmest voice.

Venus laughs, “can I contribute to the fees?”

She obviously thinks I’m joking. Maybe I am, maybe I am not. Who knows?

“So how has your experience been?” I ask to change the topic.

“After the Pettiquette Incident as some of the girls call it, it was an interesting evening.” Then I see something that intrigues me, Venus blushes. Especially combined with what she says next. “I ran into Jace Bennett in the kitchen...”

I raise an eyebrow, “why are you blushing?”

She tugs at her collar, “it’s a hot day, Vic – can I call you that?”

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “Yeah Vic is fine.” Even though it’s not really, but I have some more interesting details to pull out of her. I narrow my eyes, “you’re from Angeles, you should be used to this weather. Now spill it.” I can’t deal with this bullshit and she is obviously not telling the truth.

Venus sighs, “I really liked his company, more than I want to admit. I guess we could say we’re good friends.”

Of course, after one meeting. “Good friends, huh? May I remind you that you’re here for someone else? The Prince? Ever heard of him?”

“Of course I’m here for Nate! He’s lovely, like I said Jace and I are just friends. Besides I think Jace has a thing for Quinn.”

Again I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes. “So convincing. Not. You should work on that.” A small, but eager smile appears on my face. I’m here for this drama. “Or admit that you would rather be here for Jace than for our very own Prince.”

“Ahem, treason! I would rather get kicked out for fighting with you than have my head chopped off. Besides I do not like Jace, I promise. I like Nate, he’s sweet and sings.”

I roll my eyes, “again very convincing.”

“Think what you like, Vic. What about you? Do you intend to be Queen? I think you’d scare all the foreign delegates into an alliance.” She giggles, desperately trying to change the topic. Unfortunately for Venus, I’m not someone who lets things go this easily.

“I know what I see and sweetie, your face says it all. But don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” My answer rewards itself with a grateful look from Venus. I sigh, “you make it seem as if scaring the delegates is a bad thing. But it doesn’t have to be, it keeps them on their toes.”

“It’s not a bad thing, you’d never go to war this way.”

I shrug, “true.” Why do people assume I’m here for the crown. I don’t need to be Queen to have power. Being the star in Illéa’s biggest reality TV show comes with enough power of its own. I am here for the Prince, believe it or not. However I will never admit that to anyone.

“So how did your first meeting with the Prince go? And I’m talking about the real Prince, not Jace.” I just need to get it out of her. Even though I already know that she obviously likes Jace better than the actual Prince. I just need to hear it come out of her mouth.

Venus sighs exasperated, “Jace isn’t even a Prince. Nate was lovely, we briefly talked about my channel, his taste in music and I made sure he knew there’s someone looking out for him, in the sea of 35 girls, we tend to forget he’s a real person too.”

“Jace might not be a real Prince, but he sure is the Prince of your heart.” I give her a sweet smile. Happy to know that she’s for someone else. “How nice, so it went alright then?”

“By Illéa, Vic! Someone is gonna hear you and have me arrested. You want that, don’t you?” Venus smiles amusingly, little does she know that it’s actually true. “Yeah it went well, how was your meeting with Nate?”

“I’m just saying that you should listen to your feelings.” I shrug at her question, “it went okay, I guess.”

She thinks for a moment, “you don’t sound so sure, did something happen?”

I wink at her, “see what I did there? That’s how you conceal something in a convincing way.” My meeting with the Prince went better than expected but I wasn’t going to tell anyone that. It was no one’s business. Plus I can’t give the competition extra information.

“Hey, I’ve been tricking Mothers all over Illéa that I’m a good role model for years. You’ve seen firsthand that I’m a terrible role model.. I guess I’m tired of pretending.”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you change the conversation topic.

“Or you were never as good as you thought you were at pretending.” I think for a second, “or everyone else is just stupid enough to fall for your little act.” Oops. That wasn’t very ladylike. My bad.

“Ouch.” She winces, but it’s fake. “I would ask how you do it but you seem the same all around.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you.” I smile, knowing I’m the master of hiding feelings.

“It is.” Venus smiles back. Thankfully she leaves quickly after that.

I have to say now that I know she’s not here for the Prince, I like her 10 times better.

Where was I? Oh right, admiring the dresses my maids created for me. These girls were so talented. I was really blessed with my maids. They were not the dumb, quiet ones I expected. They were not afraid to speak their minds, which was something I admired and needed.

“Did you drop something, miss?” Aeki asks me as she picks up a piece of paper.

“No, what is it?” Could it be a secret letter from the Prince? Aeki gives me the little note. I probably set my expectations too high, but who would send me something. It’s not as if I have befriended everyone here. Except for Allegra then, but she was probably too busy reading so it wouldn’t come from her. The only other person I acted civil to, was Venus but she left less than an hour ago. She wouldn’t send me something. God if this is another one of Aubree’s ‘I’m trying to look out for you’ things.

I open the note and read it. What? Aada? Is she serious right now?

I leave the note on my desk and walk out of my bedroom. If I remember correctly Aada’s room should be in the Grace hall. And no that’s not stalking, that’s called doing your research.

There’s a battle happening inside of me. Should I show her who is the boss around here? Or should I be nice and kind?

I knock on her door, still not sure what will happen. I guess I will just see what she has to say.

The door opens, “yes?” By the look on her face, I can tell that she is surprised to see me.

“I got your little note.” Keeping it between being a bitch and being kind.

“Oh...” She turns around to look at her room, “would you like to come inside...?”

“Yeah sure.” I walk inside, “nice room you have here.” Was that a compliment? From me? What is happening?

“Thank you,” Aada says as she closes the door. “I assume you came to speak with me?”

“Yes, do you mean what you wrote in your note?” Good job Vic, straight to the point.

She begins to laugh. I don’t understand what’s so funny so I just stare at her with a blank face. “Sometimes I forget how you don’t always say what you mean in Illéa. If I didn’t mean it I wouldn’t have written it.”

“I don’t know you very well so I couldn’t tell if you were being sarcastic or sincere.”

“I suppose that’s fair.”

I need to find allies. No more drama. Don’t get kicked out! Be nice and act like a lady. It takes a lot of effort for me to say this, “oh well, I appreciate the note. I accept your apologies.” I sigh, the next thing is even more difficult, “I’m sorry for my behaviour, it wasn’t very ladylike.”

“As if any of us can be expected to be proper ladies.” She rolls her eyes, “I’ve been in my fair share of high society and this is something else.”

I raise an eyebrow, that’s not the answer I expected. I assumed Aada was more of the farmer type of girl. “High society you say?”

“Yes, once upon a time.”

“It's not my place to ask, since we've only been on good terms for a few minutes. But high society happens to be one of my favourite conversation topics so if you ever want to talk about it, let me know.” It’s the nicest answer I could think of, don’t judge me.

“It was a long time ago and I’m fairly certain things are different in Illéa. But I don’t mind talking. Honestly, it’s nice, especially after the fights.” I’m glad Aada feels the same way. Again, I could use some allies.

Things are different in Illéa? “Oh so you're talking about high society outside of Illéa? What happened?” God, Vic act like yourself please.

“Yes, well, we moved.”

I obviously do not get the hints that she doesn’t want to talk about it, given the short answers [Dom]. “Do you like Illéa better than where you moved from?”

“Truthfully, I’d rather move back.” Aada doesn’t seem interested in this conversation, I could be wrong though. But does that stop me? Of course not.

I raise an eyebrow, “why is that?”

“Illéa isn’t always the most welcoming of countries.”

That surprises me. I have been born and raised in Illéa, I wouldn’t know any differently. “It isn’t?”

“To quote you, I believe you said “How dare you speak to me like that, where are your manners?” Are you telling me that’s your way of being welcoming.” She smiles and chuckles softly.

Again her response surprises me. “That's my way of being welcoming, not the Illéan way. I'm sure there are nice people in Illéa somewhere.”

“Ah well, I have to say I wasn’t fortunate enough to experience a nice Illéan welcome. And if there are more than a handful of nice people I have yet to meet them.” Wow, how optimistic.

I clear my throat, I don’t know why perhaps to make my point clear. “The Prince is one of the nice Illéans. He will make you feel very welcome.”

“I hope so. He seemed very shy when I met him. How did your meeting go?” Shy? He seemed anything but shy to me.

“I bet he was just nervous. I can imagine why he would be.” I offer her a small, comforting smile. “Mine went okay, I guess. Not particularly good, not particularly bad.” Being nice didn’t mean I had to be honest. Hiding the truth won’t hurt anyone.

“Maybe,” Aada sighs, “I get the feeling. I keep thinking I might be one of the first ones he sends home because we didn’t exactly have a memorable first meeting”

“I'm sure he won't send you home. If you didn't make a bad impression on him, or insulted him, then you should be safe.” I try to reassure her once again.

“I hope so. I know I won’t stay forever but I just don’t want to go home right away.” She stops for a minute to think. “You know what’s funny?”

“What is?”

“I promised myself I’d keep my head down and eventually Prince Nathaniel would quietly send me home. But then you and Venus got into it and that went out the window”

“Wait, you're not here for the Prince?” Could this be true?

“I don’t know how all of this works, honestly. Not with you,” she gestures to me, “not with Prince Nathaniel and not with the Selection.”

I’m better at this friend thing than I expected. “I don’t think anyone really knows that to be honest.”

“Really?” Aada looks surprised.

“Yeah, this selection is quite a unique situation.” I chuckle a little, this whole thing is so weird. I don’t even know how to handle it myself, let alone provide someone else with the supporting words they need. “I don't think any of the selected really know what to do, let alone the Prince.”

“What about you?” She gives me a pointed look.

“Is that a serious question?” I laugh whilst remembering all the drama I’ve caused since I have been here. “I have gotten myself in fights with other girls on the first day, it's obvious I have no clue what I'm doing.”

“I just figured it was worth asking.” Aada doesn’t seem quite content with the answer

I decide to leave it at that. “Yes of course. Well I don’t want to overstay my welcome so I will leave you,” I smile which I rare, “have a nice day!”

“You too. And thank you. I’m sorry for everything.”

I turn around in front of the door, “I forgive you. I’m sorry for my behavior as well.”

“I forgive you too, goodnight.”

“Bye,” I say as I walk out of the door.

So Aada’s not here for the win either, that removes her from the competition. So I guess I can befriend her.

I return to my bedroom and think about everything that has happened. It has been such a weird day. First my encounter with Lady Collette, who turned out to be not as scary as I thought. Then my rekindling with Venus. I wouldn’t call us friends, but we’re on neutral grounds for now. And now that I know she’s no competition for me, we’ll probably stay on those grounds. Then there was the rekindling with Aada. I think we could potentially become friends. Who would have thought?

[evodex]

Celeb Moms And The Other Side Of The Coin

Celeb moms and the other side of the coin

Parenting is tough for non-celebrities. So when you are a celeb mom, it’s supposed to be easy, right? Wrong!

Celeb moms are just much of humans as we are. So, obviously, celeb moms also go through the same kind of process like we do when it comes to kids. Celeb moms also have the same little clingy kids like us and they also have kids who make their house a mess. But the thing that makes these celeb moms’ life harder than ours is their fame and constant spotlight on their life. Even the smallest mistakes the celeb moms do regarding their kids can become big in the public eye and they can receive a lot of criticism because of that.

Charlize Theron A Bewildered Mom Or An Abusive One?

#1 Reese Witherspoon

Reese Witherspoon is an actress, as well as an entrepreneur. She has always proven how great of an actress she is and in the process, she has won various awards for herself as an actor. This celeb mom started a production company called ‘Hello Sunshine’ of her own in 2016 which was concentrated only on making women-centric films. She is an open feminist and openly supports women from time to time. But that is not all she does. Even though she is busy most of the time because of her acting carer, she also handles her role as a mother just as well. She is a mother of three kids, two from her ex-husband Ryan Phillippe –  Ava Elizabeth Phillippe (18), Deacon Reese Phillippe (14), and one from her current husband Jim Toth – Tennessee James Toth (5). Ava is known for striking similarity to her mother because they look so much alike it’s almost as if they are twins.

Celeb Mom Reese Witherspoon and Ava Elizabeth Phillippe

#2 Beyoncé

Beyonce is known as Queen B in the entire world. Everybody knows who Beyonce is even if they don’t listen to her music or follow her life. she has had three kids – Blue Ivy Carter, Sir Carter, Rumi Carter. She is known to be the most EXTRA mother when it comes to handling her kids be it their dressing sense or hairstyle. Beyonce is always known for her looks and her music but what a lot of people miss out on is her love for her kids. after the birth of Sir and Rumi carter, Beyonce decided to take a break from her music career and stay focused on her kids and she also did this after the birth of Blue Ivy.

#3 Chrissy Teigen

Chrissy Teigen has been an American model and actress for a while now. Also, being a part-time chef, Teigen has always managed to find time for her family and kids. At the age of 32, Teigen has had 2 kids, Luna Simone Stephens and Miles Theodore Stephens, the youngest one being born as recently as May 2018. Chrissy is also very famous for her savage tweets and her constant indulgence on social media. She is always sharing photos and videos of her husband, very famous singer John Legend, and her kids. Since she is also a chef, she always posts videos about the new dishes that she has tried along with her adorable daughter who gives her reviews on the food.

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#4 Kristen Bell

Kristen Anne Bell is an American actress, mainly known for lending her voice to Anna in the Disney movie, Frozen (2012). Kristen Bell is a mother of two kids, Delta Bell Shepard and Lincoln Shepard. Kristen Bell is known to be a savage mother as well as an actress with a great sense of humour. Kristen Bell’s kids like her movie frozen so much that she once decided to dress up as Elsa (a character from the movie, Frozen) for her kid’s birthday party. But Kristen knew very well what hardships come along with being a celebrity parent and therefore, Kristen is always very private about her kid’s lives and usually never posts pictures of them and always tries to keep them away from the spotlight and gives them the private life they deserve to live.

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#5 Angelina Jolie

Angelina Jolie is an American actress, filmmaker, and humanitarian. Angelina Jolie has fought for human rights and equality and black people’s rights before. Angelina Jolie has adopted six kids along with Brad Pitt – Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt, Vivienne Marcheline Jolie-Pitt, Maddox Chivan Jolie-Pitt, Knox Leon Jolie-Pitt, Pax Thien Jolie-Pitt, Zahara Marley Jolie-Pitt. Even though Brad and Angelina have separated now, recently they both came together to support their daughter Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt with her gender issues as they suspect that Shiloh has dressed up as a boy almost her entire life and if that is the case, both the parents are very supportive of her and her decision.

#6 Blake Lively

Blake Ellender Lively is an American actress. She plays Serena van der Woodsen in the teen-drama TV series Gossip Girls. We all have known blake as that little teenage girl from gossip girl and even still, at the age of, she still looks the same. Blake is married to Ryan Reynolds and they are perfect #CoupleGoals when it comes to social media. they are always joking and mocking each other on the social media which is very cute to watch. between handling her humorous husband and her acting career, Blake also handles her two little kids Inez Reynolds, James Reynolds who are still very young at age. Blake and Ryan love their kids so much that even between their mocking and jokes on each other, they still manage the time to let the world know how they love their kids.

#7 Mila Kunis

Milena Markovna “Mila” Kunis is an American actress. Even though Mila hated her co-star Ashton Kutcher during their time together in ‘That 70’s Show’, they later got married to each other in the most loving way possible. They are one of the most loved couples in Hollywood because they care about each other so much. Mila and Ashton have two kids together in their marriage of 4 years, Wyatt Isabelle Kutcher and Dimitri Portwood Kutcher. but even after two kids, Mila has always been into fitness and still looks like a 16 years old girl. 

We, as parents think that handling kids must be super easy for celeb moms. but what we often forget is that they are human too. Just because they are always in the spotlight, does not necessarily mean they are any less affected by this.

I Was No #YummyMummy : A Tale Of Pregnancy Truth

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Celeb Moms And The Other Side Of The Coin

Celeb moms and the other side of the coin

Parenting is tough for non-celebrities. So when you are a celeb mom, it’s supposed to be easy, right? Wrong!

Celeb moms are just much of humans as we are. So, obviously, celeb moms also go through the same kind of process like we do when it comes to kids. Celeb moms also have the same little clingy kids like us and they also have kids who make their house a mess. But the thing that makes these celeb moms’ life harder than ours is their fame and constant spotlight on their life. Even the smallest mistakes the celeb moms do regarding their kids can become big in the public eye and they can receive a lot of criticism because of that.

Charlize Theron A Bewildered Mom Or An Abusive One?

#1 Reese Witherspoon

Reese Witherspoon is an actress, as well as an entrepreneur. She has always proven how great of an actress she is and in the process, she has won various awards for herself as an actor. This celeb mom started a production company called ‘Hello Sunshine’ of her own in 2016 which was concentrated only on making women-centric films. She is an open feminist and openly supports women from time to time. But that is not all she does. Even though she is busy most of the time because of her acting carer, she also handles her role as a mother just as well. She is a mother of three kids, two from her ex-husband Ryan Phillippe –  Ava Elizabeth Phillippe (18), Deacon Reese Phillippe (14), and one from her current husband Jim Toth – Tennessee James Toth (5). Ava is known for striking similarity to her mother because they look so much alike it’s almost as if they are twins.

Celeb Mom Reese Witherspoon and Ava Elizabeth Phillippe

#2 Beyoncé

Beyonce is known as Queen B in the entire world. Everybody knows who Beyonce is even if they don’t listen to her music or follow her life. she has had three kids – Blue Ivy Carter, Sir Carter, Rumi Carter. She is known to be the most EXTRA mother when it comes to handling her kids be it their dressing sense or hairstyle. Beyonce is always known for her looks and her music but what a lot of people miss out on is her love for her kids. after the birth of Sir and Rumi carter, Beyonce decided to take a break from her music career and stay focused on her kids and she also did this after the birth of Blue Ivy.

#3 Chrissy Teigen

Chrissy Teigen has been an American model and actress for a while now. Also, being a part-time chef, Teigen has always managed to find time for her family and kids. At the age of 32, Teigen has had 2 kids, Luna Simone Stephens and Miles Theodore Stephens, the youngest one being born as recently as May 2018. Chrissy is also very famous for her savage tweets and her constant indulgence on social media. She is always sharing photos and videos of her husband, very famous singer John Legend, and her kids. Since she is also a chef, she always posts videos about the new dishes that she has tried along with her adorable daughter who gives her reviews on the food.

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#4 Kristen Bell

Kristen Anne Bell is an American actress, mainly known for lending her voice to Anna in the Disney movie, Frozen (2012). Kristen Bell is a mother of two kids, Delta Bell Shepard and Lincoln Shepard. Kristen Bell is known to be a savage mother as well as an actress with a great sense of humour. Kristen Bell’s kids like her movie frozen so much that she once decided to dress up as Elsa (a character from the movie, Frozen) for her kid’s birthday party. But Kristen knew very well what hardships come along with being a celebrity parent and therefore, Kristen is always very private about her kid’s lives and usually never posts pictures of them and always tries to keep them away from the spotlight and gives them the private life they deserve to live.

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#5 Angelina Jolie

Angelina Jolie is an American actress, filmmaker, and humanitarian. Angelina Jolie has fought for human rights and equality and black people’s rights before. Angelina Jolie has adopted six kids along with Brad Pitt – Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt, Vivienne Marcheline Jolie-Pitt, Maddox Chivan Jolie-Pitt, Knox Leon Jolie-Pitt, Pax Thien Jolie-Pitt, Zahara Marley Jolie-Pitt. Even though Brad and Angelina have separated now, recently they both came together to support their daughter Shiloh Nouvel Jolie-Pitt with her gender issues as they suspect that Shiloh has dressed up as a boy almost her entire life and if that is the case, both the parents are very supportive of her and her decision.

#6 Blake Lively

Blake Ellender Lively is an American actress. She plays Serena van der Woodsen in the teen-drama TV series Gossip Girls. We all have known blake as that little teenage girl from gossip girl and even still, at the age of, she still looks the same. Blake is married to Ryan Reynolds and they are perfect #CoupleGoals when it comes to social media. they are always joking and mocking each other on the social media which is very cute to watch. between handling her humorous husband and her acting career, Blake also handles her two little kids Inez Reynolds, James Reynolds who are still very young at age. Blake and Ryan love their kids so much that even between their mocking and jokes on each other, they still manage the time to let the world know how they love their kids.

#7 Mila Kunis

Milena Markovna “Mila” Kunis is an American actress. Even though Mila hated her co-star Ashton Kutcher during their time together in ‘That 70’s Show’, they later got married to each other in the most loving way possible. They are one of the most loved couples in Hollywood because they care about each other so much. Mila and Ashton have two kids together in their marriage of 4 years, Wyatt Isabelle Kutcher and Dimitri Portwood Kutcher. but even after two kids, Mila has always been into fitness and still looks like a 16 years old girl. 

We, as parents think that handling kids must be super easy for celeb moms. but what we often forget is that they are human too. Just because they are always in the spotlight, does not necessarily mean they are any less affected by this.

I Was No #YummyMummy : A Tale Of Pregnancy Truth

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The REAL truth about Kim Kardashian and her behavior!

The REAL truth about Kim Kardashian and her behavior!

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The Kardashians, they are a family that people love to hate but there are many fans that follow the successful Armenian family on their reality television series “Keeping Up With The Kardashians.”

Ahem.

“The Kardashians.”

Sadly, the moment I even mention the show to one of my friends they cringe. And I have no idea why people are so negative toward the Kardashian family. Truthfully, most of it is pre-judgement. My mom mentioned how “amazing,” and “relatable,” the show was to one of my siblings and he had nothing positive say, for someone who believes and supports God that’s very sad and they’re not the only one with this opinion.

First off, who are you to judge? You cannot judge anything or anyone until you look in the mirror.

Do you think you’re perfect? Do you do service work? Do you own a company? Did you pursue your dreams even after the main stream media tried to tear you down? Or better yet, your “friends,” who never believed in you?

Truth is you shouldn’t care that someone released a “video,” that shows romantic interaction. You should be more empathetic because it could happen to any of us now with “the cloud,” and how horrible security is becoming online and offline. Technology always improves, that gives the means for hackers and other internet predators a hand in perfecting their crimes.

What a person does in the bedroom should stay in the bedroom but there are people who like to do (what I consider) kinky shit. Should we start talking about 50 Shades of Grey? That film is well done porn. It’s watched in a movie theater and my two cents says there’s a lot of dirty shit going on during the movie, or “kinky shit.”

50 Shades of Grey in my honest opinion was a high budget film.

Kim Kardashian’s leaked tape was capturing an “in the moment,” time and unfortunately, things went down the wrong way with the tape. But it’s okay to go watch 50 Shades and not criticise the actors for what they do on-screen for money?

[ Kanye West gives Kim Kardashian beautiful flowers for anniversary! ]

Random fact, it’s been speculated that Jamie Dornan and Dakota Johnson are expected to negotiate seven-figure pay rises for the two Fifty Shades of Grey sequels. And the co-stars were reportedly paid around $250,000 each (£170,000) and that doesn’t include bonuses.

The film became the highest grossing 18-rated film in UK box office history after just ten days of releasing to movie theaters.

Even after Kim Kardashian had her tape leaked, she pushed her ass to continue following her dreams. Taking action in your life can be difficult when things don’t go the way you would have hoped but I have never once seen Mrs. Kardashian West give up on anything in her life. This woman is phenomenal.

She’s a fantastic mother and wife. And she’s always staying committed to life and everything that comes along with life.

Maybe she did get a little attention for the tape. But it’s because she’s beautiful. And she is “a celebrity,” to this very day it’s due to that fact that she successfully worked hard with her family to create a strong foundation for the stores they own ( NAME STORES HERE ), right? Let’s be real, we rarely hear about the tape now a days unless someone wants to say, “she’s only famous because her sex tape.”

Seriously, get over yourself, 90% of today’s generation have more sext time on their phones than you could possibly imagine. And during the time that tape was leaked, social media wasn’t what it is today and neither were phones. Porn certainly was always around and those that have seen the tape should be ashamed. You complain about the tape, yet you have likely fapped off to the tape and that makes you a hypocrite.

[ Kim Kardashian was robbed while in Paris & we’re sending love. ]

Recently (2017) Kim Kardashian West hired a lawyer to help the girl who was sex trafficked and now has to ‘spend life in jail,’ because of our broken system. Tell me, please how is Kim Kardashian a rude person? Did she go and “brag about it for fame?”

No.

It baffles me how disgustingly rude people can be toward people they don’t even know in REAL life. After Kim’s horrifying robbery people thought it was so funny to release a stupid Halloween costume of the poor woman being gagged in Paris.

What an absolute joke, what kind of human being do you have to be to write such a horrible article for a few crappy clicks (literally pennies).

[ Kanye West dancing to Justin Bieber ]

Kim Kardashian may not be your cup of tea but until you actually know a person, if you can’t say something nice, just hush because the truth is, just as much as you don’t care about the Kardashian family, people don’t care about gossiping, judgmental assholes. Let’s be real, people who have that type of mentality are only expressing what they don’t like about themselves onto other people (not rich, doesn’t have their dream job, doesn’t try, lazy) and that trend continues unless they choose to make a change.

So, for any talent out there reading this (Kim) truth is screw the haters. Being Armenian and Romanian might make me feel as though I relate to the Kardashians (just a little) is fun. And I’m glad I was able to write my personal thoughts about the Kim Kardashian.

And (for those of you who say ‘what’s your source of such a positive article)?, because yes, there are in fact people who think “positive celebrity gossip and news,” is not worth the time as they prefer scandal.

My source?

[ Kim Kardashian and Kanye West’s Wedding Song! ]

It’s being who i am a good person who cares about other people as well as watching KUWTK. You don’t need to watch a television show’s plot to learn about someone’s personality. If you know anything about film, life and people, there’s also body language.

Kim Kardashian West (and her family) are all sweet. And they have only brought positive to the world.

Let’s not forget to mention all the other charity work that Kim Kardashian (and her family) has taken part of and completely enjoyed including her history of donating her earnings to very powerful causes like the Haiyan relief in the Philippines. She tends to donate about 10 percent of her total earnings to charity every single year.

And let’s not forget the time they went and bought turkeys and fed the homeless.

After North’s Birth in 2013 Kim Kardashian didn’t want gifts. She asked everyone who wanted to give her a gift to donate to the Lurie Children’s Hospital in Chicago. And it’s been said that all that money went into treating babies who were ill and not in great health.

Being Armenian this is very important to me but she also brought awareness to the “Armenian Genocide.” When it had been exactly 100 years since million of Armenians were tragically murdered by Ottoman Empire.

The Kardashians took a trip to Armenia. The reason this is important is because history has shown that Turkey denies that it ever took place. Using her platform she raised awareness to the situation and it was quite an educational experience for those who were interested in learning.

There are so many positive things going on with the Kardashian family but the world tends to focus on scandal and that’s what we are here for, to help the world remember that good still exists.

Another random fact about Khloe Kardashian is her GOOD AMERICAN line.

Did you know that Khloe and her business partner just launched “GOOD AMERICAN.” It’s awesome for girls like myself that need a pair of jeans that are more “fitting,” for my curves. You can check out GOOD AMERICAN exclusively online at [ HERE ] but there are also select stores like Nordstrom, Bloomingdale’s and Sefridges & Co locations also carry some of the GOOD AMERICAN style.

If you enjoyed this article stay tuned because we are going to talk about the whole Kardashian family and you’ll see what shiny amazing people they truly are and how they make the world a better place.

Blessed be.

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Remington Miller.

- - - - Eleven Years Ago: Los Angeles, California - - - - Acting wasn’t something that was new for the fourteen year, but no matter how many times he had done this, he couldn’t stop the nerves from coming to him. It was always the same - auditions, call-backs, contracts, preparing so much so he wouldn’t mess up for shooting, and hanging with the castmates. That was what the night ahead of him was all about, meeting the full cast and crew of the set. Chase hadn’t had a chance to talk to any of his co-stars yet, some of them he had never even heard of. Though, most of them only had experience in commercials or were newbies in the business. In fact, the only other person who as much experience as he did was Remington Miller, who he heard had gotten the role of his characters twin sister. He had never met the other child star actress, but he had been a fan of a few movies he had seen her in, and respected her work. Maybe that was why he was feeling uneasy more than he usually would. The car stopped, and as he glanced out the window, he realized that they already arrived at the gathering that their producer had organized so all the kids could meet and get settled with each other. “What if they hate me?” Chase asked, his nerves once again getting the best of him. Truth be told, having been in the spotlight since he was just six years old, Chase never had a normal childhood or even had many friends. He had a couple that he knew before he was famous, and he kept in touch and occasionally hung out with his former co-stars, but he had never actually had someone he could work with who he would consider his best friend. This show, a show about high school, would be the closest thing he’d ever get to a high school experience, so he only hoped that he’d actually be close with the other kids as much off screen as they would be on screen. “Chase Donovan Ryder, we don’t talk down about ourselves like that. You’re the star of the show, make them like you,” his mother told him, causing him to nod his head. As witchy as his mom seemed sometimes, she had been nothing but supportive of her son, and needed him to believe in himself as much as she did. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself out of the car, before that sudden burst of courage he had went away. Just as he was expecting, it passed by, replaced with nervousness once again as he walked inside the room that was decorated with balloons, music, food, and even drinks for the grownups. “I have to go talk to someone, but go meet everyone,” Mrs. Ryder said, before disappearing through the crowd of people. Chase looked around until he spotted the person he was most eager, yet nervous to meet. Making his way over to the girl who seemed to be the same age as him, looking just as bored as he figured he’d be by the end of the night, he sat down on the seat next to her. “Remi Miller, right? Guess we’re going to siblings for the next however long.” - - - - Liberty High: Freshman Year - - - - “Avery Blake? No way.” The name of his sister caught Tony’s attention, coming to a stop in the middle of the hall. The girl who had been talking taking no notice as the whispered conversation continued on. “Who would’ve thought that little miss never-going-past-second-base was such a slut?” The nearly fifteen year old looked up at the girls just as one of them giggled, his eyes landing on Hailey, his cooking partner in the required Home Ec class he had. His eyebrows came together in confusion, but before he could listen to anymore of the gossip, he heard a “sh!” from the girl she had been talking to, finally realizing that he had been listening. They hurried off to get to next period, leaving Tony alone with the questions that were starting to go through his mind. What did Avery do? Surely they were talking about another Avery Blake…. right? He dismissed the latter, knowing that there wasn’t another Avery Blake in the world, let alone this school, but he wanted to believe that there was no possible way that something like this could be said about his twin sister. Almost as if someone was invading his personal thoughts, his crappy flip phone beeped, letting him know he had a new text message. He pulled his phone, looking around to make sure that no teachers were around, before hitting the ‘read’ button. Guess who I hooked up with last night? His face scrunched up in disgust when he saw the image attached - a photo of his sister in a car, kissing a dirty blonde hair male that he quickly recognized as Alexander Chandler, his older teammate. “What the f-” Tony stopped himself, forcing himself to look away from the picture. Why hadn’t he even known about that? They might’ve been twins, but they were so much more than that; he thought that they shared everything, but he was wrong. He felt betrayed that his sister never told him, but he also felt anger that this was going around the school. It hadn’t been the first time this year that something like this had gone around the school this year; just a few weeks ago, there had been rumors that Avery had made out with two different guys in the range of a week, but he never expected this from her. Maybe he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did. The rest of the day continued on as normally as possible, aside from the immediate whispers that stopped whenever Tony walked by them. He kept his run-ins with his sister at a minimum, and avoided Chandler as much as possible, which proved to be impossible at lunch time when he sat at Tony’s table. Still, he barely said anything to the junior, conflicted on if he should mention it or not. By the end of the day, he decided not to say anything and to forget about it entirely. At home though, he wouldn’t be able to forget about it. He knocked on his sister’s door, and before she could even answer him, he nudged the door open and popped his head inside the room. “Mom wanted me to let you know that dinner’s almost ready.” He lingered in the doorway a little longer, before it finally came out of his mouth. “So… I got this really interesting text message this morning at school. About you.” - - - - Liberty High: Senior Year - - - - The school year had only just started, but already, Tony could tell that the year ahead of him and his friends would be quite an interesting one. Sure, some of the people he knew were bittersweet about being a senior, seeing as it was a reminder that things would never be the same again; friendships and relationships were bound to end when they left the town for college and work. Tony on the other hand was pumped to finally be a senior and rule the school. Captain of the baseball team, in a secret relationship with Mara Cassidy, his sister’s best friend, and, with his aunt Jenna in a relationship with her new boyfriend and was happy… well, the twins could get away with being out all night without her being all up in their business. It was Saturday night, and while Tony would usually go out with Isaac and Austin, he had decided to stay home instead. Of course, Aunt Jenna had teased him about this, and even Avery had wondered what was up with him, he refused to tell them the reason he wasn’t going out. Mara was coming over to spend the night with Avery, their first sleepover since his sister had come back from her summer vacation in London with their parents. Tony had stayed behind for reasons, one of which included him not being on speaking terms with them, but during that summer, he had spent a lot of time with Mara, and before he knew it, he had fallen in love with her. Not that he had ever said these words aloud to her or to anyone, but they had agreed it would only be a summer fling, but when school started back up and Avery came back home, he couldn’t seem to end it. So they decided to keep it on the downlow, knowing that she wouldn’t take the news well. He spent the majority on the night in his room, actually working on homework, while texting Mara in the next room, and besides when Jenna had ordered pizza for them all, he had barely seen her. That was, until almost two in the morning, when he heard his door open up. He had been laying in bed, half asleep, when she crawled into bed with him, waking him up. She wasn’t supposed to fall asleep with him, after getting what they both had wanted all evening and cuddling for a bit, she was supposed to leave and go back into Avery’s room, but they both had fallen asleep. The next morning, when he spotted Mara next to him, he jumped, nearly falling out of the bed. “Wake up. Avery’s going to wonder where you are,” Tony said, nudging his girlfriend, but she only rolled over, consumed by sleep still. Not even a minute later, he heard a knock on the door, and before he could tell her to go away, Avery poked her head inside. “Hey, you haven’t seen Mara yet have you-” She finished her question, and that was when she saw the figure sleeping in her brother’s bed. “Unbelievable,” she mumbled, her voice laced with annoyance and betrayal. “Av, it’s not what you think,” he replied, ignoring how his sister scoffed at him. - - - - Present Day: Phoenix, Arizona - - - - Things had changed a lot for Chase Donovan since he had finished filming his last scene for Liberty High. By the end of the show, his career had been at its all time high, starring in several movies the following year. But just like that, the star was on a downward spiral, after he had called off his engagement with Kathy. The two were one of Hollywood’s favorite couples, and fans all across were world were shocked when they learned the wedding wasn’t going to happen anymore. Of course, people had picked sides - there were always sides - but no one had known the truth about why they split or why Chase had suddenly moved to Phoenix, Arizona. Still, three years after the drama that unfurled, fans still were arguing who deserves better. He was heartbroken, and had been for years, but he eventually learned to move on, and in all honesty, he wished they would too. Chase actually enjoyed his life in Phoenix, something he thought he’d never be able to admit. But there was something about this place that had helped him move on, that helped him become a better person, that helped him have his name known as something other than “Chase Donovan, the actor.” He had real friends for the first time in his career. Sure, he had always been close to his co stars, especially the cast of Liberty High but he knew how Hollywood, how fake everything including the people tended to be, so he was always cautious about who he actually trusted. In fact, sure, he was friendly with the entire cast and spent many days and nights with them hanging out and answering fan mail together, but the other person from the cast who he had actually trusted was Remington Miller. Instantly, the two clicked, almost as if they were actual twins and not just on the television. Remi had moved to Phoenix not long after Chase had, which surprised him, but he was happy nonetheless to have one of the few people he trusted since he became famous in the first place there, in his new life. During their years filming the show, they would spend every Tuesday nights together, declaring it Twin Tuesdays. After the show ended, they still fit in their nights together every week, no matter how busy their schedules were. If, for whatever reason, they couldn’t, they’d Skype and spend the night over video chatting being random as f***. Ever since the two moved to Phoenix, twin nights had been a lot easier to have. It was Tuesday, and Chase was on his way to Remi’s house. It didn’t take long to get there from the animal shelter, Paws and Pooches, only taking an extra ten minutes while he stopped to pick up the pizza he had ordered an hour ago. When he got to his friends house, he knocked on the door impatiently. “Open the door, f***face. I brought the pizza with me and I’ll eat it all on you, so,” he half joked, chuckling softly. His stomach growled just then, reminding him that it wasn’t actually a joke; he really would eat all of the pizza on her.

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   hello, its nora n this is the ethereal but spoiled alma olive putnam. she goes by all 3 names cos she’s pretentious as fuck. raised in a farmhouse in vermont, never really had to work for anything in her life and doesn’t want to. studying class civ cos she thinks it makes her sound smart, but actually hates fuckin latin and just loves learning about feckless hedonism and the festivals of bacchus. was expelled from princeton in her first year so her parents basically paid her way into lockwood. loves the smell of libraries and listening to french music from a tinny record player in knee socks. bio is below the cut, like this post to be bombarded with plotting messages. i might forget tho so pls message me x

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( elle fanning  / cis-female ) haven’t seen ALMA OLIVE PUTNAM around in a while. the ELLE FANNING lookalike has been known to be TENACIOUS & MAGNETIC, but SHE can also be FANCIFUL & DOUBLE-CROSSING. The 20 year old is a SOPHOMORE majoring in CLASSICS. I believe they’re living in FIDELIS but I popped by earlier and no one answered the door. ( nora. 23. gmt. she/her. )

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a red beret nestled on top of bright platimum locks, neck scarves tied around your throat the way they do it in french new wave films, running barefoot through the woods in feckless hedonism, china dolls with porcelain faces lined against the walls of your room, the mona lisa smile, knee-socks tugged over the hockey grazes on your knees, a forged botticelli drying on your easel, ophelia floating in the middle of a lake.

connection to tatiana & did they choose her name during the watershed?

alma saw her as academic competition and a threat to her de jure throne. in freshman year, tatiana got the role alma auditioned for in a university production. she’s disliked her ever since. alma abslutely chose tatiana’s name, and she’d do it again without hesitating. [that vine voice] I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH

the short form.

—  born in vermont in a big old farmhouse. her great-great-grandfather moved to america as an immigrant and worked on a plantation, made his way up cos he could speak a lot of languages and therefore win more people over. for the last two generations, putnam men have owned the farm and do little of the dirty work. big in the meat industry.

— both her parents had large personalities, so alma’s never really been shy around adults, even as a kid she’d speak to them in a forthright, confident manner, and because she was always surrounded by adults, she’s always seemed a bit wise beyond her years. — very much a consolidation of every character in the secret history. has a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs. obsessed with w.h. auden and the beat poets. — ”aestheticism is the only thing worth pursuing and even that is pointless” — is majoring in classical civilisation. can read ancient greek and latin. also speaks french. — studies hard and plays hard. she gets top marks but it’s because academia is literally her life, she loves the smell of libraries, the ancient smoke of learning, of feeling like old wine in a new bottle reincarnated from the bones of some old, dead witchy woman who invented a cure for cowpox or somethin. — isn’t a foward-planner, however. alma prefers to leave her options open, play the field, live in a spontaneous manner so her study style is mostly cramming a few days before a test, or staying up all night writing an essay on a massive adrenaline boost powered by red bull or probably adderall, scribbling (or typing) furiously into the night. — pretentious motherfucker. loves poetry, especially the romantics, loves morbid ones too, edgar allen poe, sylvia plath, allen ginsberg, she just loves them all. can’t get enough. her favourite films are like…. wanky artfilm independent european cinema. especially french new wave. “what do you think of goddard’s work??” while snorting a line off someone’s sink at 5am on a school night, but you can bet she’ll make it to that 9am class. — very intelligent and beautiful and knows both of those facts. plays devil’s advocate. humanitarian, vegan. — judgemental but takes great care not to appear so. petty and vindictive — just wants to be loved by all. a party girl ; doesn’t rlly enjoy it, jst feels she should enjoy it. — tries to be an enigma. wants to be mysterious and unreadable because that’s what books have taught her makes women desirable and interesting and cool. — obsessively devours mystery and thriller novels. she herself is a gillian flynn book waiting to happen. — act like the flower but be the serpent under it. is a user. manipulative. leads people on. will throw another student under the bus to demonstrate her own intelligence and integrity — heavily involved in the theatre society. loves attention. — has an addictive personality. seems unable to do anything in a small dose, she has to let it utterly consume her. with sports, she’s fiercely competitive, runs track, played lacrosse at school, now is a cheerleader probably. with alcohol, it’s never a shot, it’s a whole bottle – wine or whiskey – she’ll be table dancing before the night’s up and making out with someone she’ll regret in the morning. — her clothing style is like…. vintage thrift store but make it preppy. berets and cute hats, neck scarves, large fluffy cardigans or like those leathery jackets with big suede fringes on them, mini skirts (very 70s), and knee-high socks or boots. quite often she’ll be in sports kit, maybe a cute tennis skirt, n when she’s feeling casual she’ll wear like, a talking heads tshirt with a pair of mom jeans and converse, but otherwise, the library is her catwalk. — relates to ophelia from hamlet and sibyl vane in dorian gray. weirdly obsessed with women who commit suicide. loves jackson pollock paintings and abstract art. – likes old things. old books, old music, old houses, it reminds her of happier times like when she wasn’t alive. buys all her music on vinyl and has a gramophone because “the sound quality is better” kfdsjj.

plots.

here are some generic wanted plots but by all means message me so we can flesh them out more if any strike ur interest:

study buddies !! someone who is equally unprepared and so spends all night in the library with alma before a big deadline, maybe they even met in the library

if they’re from new england or vermont, then cousins . second cousins / extended family / family friends –  probably spat volavons on your character once as children, omg childhood friends !

people who live on the same floor and only know each other from brief interactions in the lift or the canteen

frinds !! unlikely friends !! toxic friends !! former best friends separated by sporting or academic rivalries !

hockey / cheer friends who are on other teams but who she absolutely loves playin against!!!

fellow academics who like meeting up to discuss latin and greek ! gimme a secret society bonding by their love of ancient learning

i reckon she’s in a lot of societies, definitely the film club, maybe works as a projectionist at the uni cinema if they have one so give me ppl affiliated with that, give me fellow wanky pretentious art-lovers and poets and historians who will go to museums and galleries with her and listen to the velvet underground on vinyl

people she gets mortally fucked off her tits with at parties

people who think she is throwing her academic potential away by caving to hedonistic impulse

people she has drunkenly made out with, hooked up with, or regularly sleeps with casually, maybe even a friend w benefits she is repressing feelings for, i love angst,

people she used to date or unrequitedly likes, but to them it’s just a physical thing, give me all the thirsty angst plots, and maybe some softness too, i need some religion in this girls life, she is a roman catholic after all

full biography.

alma olive putnam.

intro.

           the girl is a knife. razor-sharp, double-edged, the bright shine of a two-faced, lovely thing. silver like the secrets you magpie thief from other heads. you’re a scavenger of knowledge, of tidbits, of gossip to lock away for later use and late-night re-inspection. a mind is like a clock if you get to learn the pieces. bit by bit, you dismantle the inner workings of the brains that tick around you – how easy it is to change it’s path, how words and their meanings can make a person laugh or cry in an instant. to have the power to control that is to be a god. it’s the power trip you crave wielding pom-poms in your hands; a possessive need for control that a younger you, small and weak, never had as a child. small lips, smaller smile, a doll clutched in your too-hungry fingers, hard enough to shatter the bones of a real infant. you cut your hair with your mother’s kitchen scissors before the autumn falls, rendering you out of season, unfit for the cold weather that beats against the nape of your neck, where a stick-and-poke marks the star you were born under ; the bull. “mama, when will i be a queen?” as soon as they find a crown small enough not to slip from your head.

biography.

           if you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. hands red, stained by pomegranate seeds, the empty pulp of its shell splattered on your thighs you find yourself wondering – what would it be like to want? in the beginning, you never knew hunger. twins, born under the same star, you first, him second – a nuclear family. never a sister to compete with, you were always the cherry pie of your parents’ hearts. white-haired, blue-eyed, beautiful baby of mine. the townhouse in vermont and the summer house in lyon, you wanted for nought, showered with attention, saddled with gifts - hardly a wonder you came to rely on such affection as a confirmation of your own worth.

           at eight years old you first met death, blood on a gingham-print dress, a smear of it over your cheekbone and the pulp of a mangled animal at your feet murdered by the hands of a stable boy. “alma, my precious baby, you get away from that filth,” your mama would cry from the upstairs balcony – cigar in one hand and a bloody mary in the other – though whether the filth she referred to was the dead pig or the boy with a kernel of corn in his mouth, you never did find out.

           your family earned their keeps in farming, great-grandfather wolfgang hildegarde a german immigrant, great-grandmother maura lisbon a prairie girl. they fell hopelessly in love between troughs and pig-shit, working for three dollars a day at a farm their descendants would later own, trade deals with the indians, vacations to calcutta, your father todd putnam in the kind of sheepskin coat his father’s father could only dream of owning. he worked hard so that you’d never have to. your mama once asked – you heard it through the window, rounding cartwheels across the picket-fenced lawn – could he not find a respectable career rather than selling shrink-wrapped pork for a dime a dozen? that blood money had no business raising a child. you look far back enough, edie, your father had said in his low, strong voice that could bring a civil war to silence, and i think you’ll find that all money is blood money.

           language was never fickle on your tongue, french dinner time talk by the time you were out of your hush puppy shoes, your mama fixing the au pair a smile as she fixed herself another martini. you learned the clarinet at four and how to dance with the grace of a swansong at six, ethereal under a spotlight, an audience captive in the palm of your hand. by eight you knew that you’d always been destined to be loved. loved so hard they would want to taste you, bite into the soft plump of your cheek and eat you alive. that was how magnetic you wanted to feel. but mother hamsters eat their own young when penned in together too long, and soon you became too wild, too restless, another package on your father’s delivery invoice, box-shipped out to english boarding school.

           fitting in had never been something you had to concern yourself with. you were always the shiny new toy the other girls wanted to play with, bright like a dropped coin from a magpie’s beak. wherever you went, you seemed to leave a trail of awe, pig-tailed harriet’s adoring you, imitating you, teachers forgiving your class-time chatter for the sake of your wild heart and the restless spirit you possessed. tell us what it’s like in the states, alma. they’d coo, enamoured by your hollywood drawl. does your father own a gun? you hardly knew. barely even knew the colour of his hair, for the scarce amount of times he’d stoop to kiss your cheek, though you’d tell silver-tongued tales if it’d guaranteed you an audience. when you learned how to smile at the right times, and that flattery would get you everywhere, it soon became apparent that charm would pave the yellow brick road to success even when your lack of drive couldn’t.

           the road you followed – gum-snapping, roller-blading, friendship bands all up your arm – eventually led you to small-town fame. bright-eyed and gingham skirted, you’d always known you were more. there was a hunger in you to be something extraordinary, a want so adamant to be imagined and desired that it was almost savage. in leather-bound volumes and a circle of stones, you were helen of troy, the girl for whom they’d launch a thousand ships. but there’s so much rage within you, collecting like sawdust in cavernous parts. hockey helped. there was something grounding about the feeling of a stick clasped in your hands. sweat. stiff knuckles. feet pounding the earth. the smash of wood against flesh in the scram of a game, passed off as mere enthusiasm. “slipped, sorry.” hockey is the one thing you had that was yours alone – a feral instinct that motivates you to play; something primitive within you that sparks an energy like no other. on the pitch, you feel alive.