#half being models and actresses

[kornealla]

Comprehensive but very biased list of Georgian it girls (or just Georgian women that I like)

Mathilda Gvarliani

Lika Kavjaradze

Tinatin Dalakishvili

Ia Parulava

Salome Zurabishvili

Mariam Sanogo

Tako Natsvlishvili

Nanuka Zhorzholiani

Iru Khechanovi

Nina Sublatti

Nona Gaprindashvili

Leila Abashidze

Maia Chiburdanidze

[devoutvesta]

A Deep Dive Into Disney’s Most Underperforming Princess

Princess Aurora can’t even be described as controversial. To most, she’s simply boring, too passive, and a continuation of the bland cycle of white princesses who wait around for magic or a prince to save them. Although no one hates her, they find her irritating at the worst, uninteresting at best. In the fifties, they must have thought the same thing. Sleeping Beauty was a commercial failure, and led to company wide annual loss. Sleeping Beauty had followed several other financial flops, such as Bambi and Alice in Wonderland, the latter costing Disney around half a million dollars. Due to her lack of popularity, Aurora may be one of the most neglected Princesses. Many cling to her out of nostalgia, or because she has a nice design, and they find it hard to defend their love for the movie. But the movie’s turbulent history and the amount of detail that went into Aurora herself is what really makes her so incredibly fascinating.

Starting with her design, Disney hired Marc Davis as the supervising animator for Aurora. He also animated Maleficent. The intention was for them to be realistic enough to be placed against the heavily detailed backgrounds of the movie. Davis had embraced this artistic direction, while many of the animators found it, and especially Aurora, laborious and tiring to work on. Both Maleficent and Aurora had to be refined and dynamic. Davis was Disney’s go-to animator for ‘pretty girls’, examples being Tinkerbell and Alice. His knowledge of anatomy and the human body brought both Aurora and Cinderella to life, two of Disney’s most visually iconic characters. Davis had also incorporated Art Nouveau and Art Deco into Aurora’s design, while the tapestry-like art style of the movie was chosen by Eyvind Earle, who was inspired by pre-Renaissance European art. The score and songs were based on Tchaikovsky’s ballet.

Aurora alone required more effort and attention to detail than any princess before her. It took Walt Disney and his team three years to choose a voice actress. They nearly scrapped the project until they discovered Mary Costa, but Disney himself avoided interacting with her in person early on in the project, fearing that she’d influence his vision of the movie.

Aurora was loosely based on her voice actress. Her appearance and her habits (such as gesturing when speaking and singing) were both incorporated into Aurora’s animation. She was also drawn to resemble both her live action model, the same one as Cinderella’s, Helene Stanley, and actress Audrey Hepburn. Davis took inspiration from Audrey Hepburn’s slender physique and elegant demeanour.

In the book Multiculturalism and the Mouse: Race and Sex in Disney Entertainment, author Douglas Brode referred to Aurora as “a model of modern (50’s) female glamour” and compared her to Brigitte Bardot. He also compared her gown to the work of Christian Dior.

As a character, she was described by Nerve as being “the apex of women who made no choices for themselves.” Aurora is a member of the “Golden Era” of Disney heroines, the original Princess trifecta. Her dreams are the same as those before her. But it’s possible that Aurora’s dreams of true love derived from the need for companionship outside of her three fairy godmothers.

On their website, Disney describes her as, “graceful and kind. She knows that a wonderful future awaits, if you just have the courage to dream it. Aurora enjoys using her imagination and sharing stories with her forest friends. She is also loyal in her relationships -- to her animal friends, her fairies, and her kingdom. Aurora believes in a wish and remains hopeful that she will find the adventure she is looking for.”

Walt Disney himself described Aurora as being “a very layered character/different. She’s calm, yet playful. She has a sense of humour, and she has an imagination.” We can not argue that she was considered layered through the lens of the fifties, because many critics disliked all three of the original princesses for their passive personality, or lack thereof. But from the perspective of the team working on the show, they saw much more to her.

This was the film that Walt Disney worked his hardest on, it took ten years to complete. It was also the very last Princess film he was involved in. Her ‘layers’ were very much intentional. Disney tried to do the same thing with Cinderella.

With Cinderella, they attempted to make her less passive than Snow White, and they showed this through her rebelling against her abusive stepfamily. Maurice Rapf said, "My thinking was you can't have somebody who comes in and changes everything for you. It can't be delivered for you on a platter. You've got to earn it. So in my version, the Fairy Godmother said, 'It's okay till midnight but from then on it's up to you.' I made her earn it, and what she had to do to achieve it was to rebel against her stepmother and stepsisters, to stop being a slave in her own home. So I had a scene where they're ordering her around and she throws the stuff back at them. She revolts, so they lock her up in the attic. I don't think anyone took (my idea) very seriously."

The toned down version of Cinderella, although rebellious in her own way, is still toned down. That part of her character was written out. In comparison to what she would have been, she is passive. Aurora and Cinderella are both less passive than their predecessors, but passive nonetheless. All three of them are the staple damsels in distress.

However, Mary Costa described Aurora as “very strong”, citing her urge to defy her guardians as a display of independence and an example of her strength. Aurora was raised by three women, and had never met a man in her life. Costa believed that because of this, she was ‘innately romantic’ as opposed to lonely or depressed with her sheltered life. To quote, “there was a certain part of her that maybe she didn’t realise, that was just so romantic and maybe expecting something that–she didn’t even know what.”

She believed that her being raised by three older women rather than her parents made her “a little bit older, and yet, she…had this young, outreaching spirit.” Author Douglas Brode points out that the fairies’ independent raising of Aurora mirrors “precisely that sort of women’s commune numerous feminists experimented with throughout the seventies.” Aurora living in an isolated, female-only space, with female authority, is reminiscent of the bold and liberating radical feminist movement. In her own way, as a peasant, she was independent. And that independence and autonomy was taken from her upon discovering that she was royalty and betrothed to a prince. She was leaving her home and the presumed man of her dreams behind, and not of her own free will.

Aurora had enjoyed her simple life, it had fulfilled her, even if she desired more. She had dreams of finding romantic love, which she talks about in the movie’s song ‘I Wonder’. Additionally, her close relationship with animals demonstrates her loving and kind personality. She has a whimsical imagination, and it’s scenes like the ones from Disney’s Enchanted Tales series and ‘Once Upon a Dream’, that would support Costa’s claim of her being a romantic. Where she’s changing in and out of pretty gowns with a magical wand, and giggling to herself. Or dancing happily with the forest animals, thinking about her imaginary prince. In ‘Keys to the Kingdom’, she proudly sings about wishing to make decisions with her heart.

Her independence is demonstrated on multiple occasions in Disney’s discontinued Enchanted Tales: Follow Your Dreams. Aurora graciously accepts responsibility of her kingdom while both her and Philip’s parents travel away for a business trip. All on her own, she is determined to get all of her Princess duties finished on time, the hard way. She refuses to take the easy way out, time and time again, even when she doubts herself. She works harder than even her father, who would take the easy way out by signing royal documents without reading them. Even when Meriwether gives her a magic wand to help her out, she reads and fills out every royal form diligently, and helps out all of her subjects. She manages to complete her tasks on time and throw a banquet for her family and Philip by the time they return. The lesson here is to ‘stick to it’ and to ‘persevere’. But her insistence on doing everything on her own is shown once again in A Kingdom of Kindness, where she must plan a surprise party for Philip. The three fairies attempt to help her, but she continues to tell them that she wants to do it on her own. This series was cancelled, and it is difficult to find any clips of it online. But this short-series gives us some insight into Aurora’s character.

She is assumed to be the protagonist by most, but many consider the three fairies to be the protagonists. They help move the story along, they protect Aurora, and they have distinct, in-your-face personalities. Many consider Aurora authentic, or the title character, but whether she is the protagonist or not has never been agreed upon. Her lack of role in the story has been criticized by many. But some take it as an allegory for the lack of control

The most lengthy debate surrounding Aurora has to do with how feminist her character is. She may have been an improvement from the previous princesses, but she is not regarded as a particularly feminist character.

The three original princesses, all being pale-skinned European princesses with a naive and endlessly forgiving (an unrealistic standard), sends a message to their viewers that this is what princesses should look like, how they should behave. All three classic princesses are deeply intertwined with Disney’s long history of racism and bigotry. In an attempt to amend this, Disney has released back to back live action remakes of their movies, all receiving mixed reviews. Maleficent was Sleeping Beauty’s remake, focused on a maternal relationship between Maleficent and Aurora. Many people interpreted the scene where Maleficent’s wings get cut off in her sleep as sexual assault. This inclusion made many survivors of sexual assault feel represented by the character.

From my perspective, the original Sleeping Beauty is technically a movie centred around women. A teenage girl lives with her three surrogate mothers, who end up saving her in the end from the female antagonist. Although Prince Philip’s role in the story is still a large part of what moves the plot along. It is Philip who is captured, as Maleficent knew that he would go looking for her. He courted Aurora, defeated Maleficent with the help of the three fairies, and kissed the princess awake. But he still doesn’t get as large of a role, or nearly as much screen time, as the three fairies.

In short, both the movie and the princess fascinate me. And although there is depth if you squint, a character does not need to be fleshed out to be lovable, or at least endearing. Aurora is my favourite Disney Princess, and I find the history behind her and the film to be more interesting than what meets the eye.

[lua-magic]

Second Lord and your wealth 🤑 creation.

Second lord in first house

How much wealth you create, it is totally depends on your personality, only you are responsible for your flow of money 💰 in your life.

Second Lord in second house 🏡

Your wealth creation depends on your family, you can join hands with your family, or you can earn through your speech, so you can earn through your speeches.

You could also earn through cooking.

Second Lord in third house.

You could work with your siblings, or you can earn through your skills.

The more number of skills you learn, more it will help you financially.

You could also earn through writing.

Second Lord in fourth house

You can work from your Home, or you can work for large masses of people, you could also work or serve your mother land.

You could do well in automobiles and real estate as well.

Second Lord in fifth house 🏡.

You could work in education industry, teaching or do something with regards to children and books.

Second lord in sixth house.

Well, you can show your fighting spirit and earn money 🤑 through it.

You can be social activist, doctor or lawyer.

You could work for pets 🐕 and animals.

Second Lord in seventh house 🏡

You could earn through buisness, partnerships. You could work with or contribute with your better half for your own income source.

Second lord in eighth house..

You could work in the field of research, occult and astrology.

You can also earn your income by managing other's asset, like in banking, Insurance.

You could also work in mining industry, or in secret services like FBI, spy.

Second lord in ninth house.

You could earn by counselling others, and through teaching. You could earn by travelling, or through your father.

Second lord in tenth house.

This placement shows you can earn well by being truthful ton your job and through your own hard work.

The more hard work and professional success you get, the more financial stability you achieve in your life

Second lord in eleventh house

You can earn through your friends circle and your own network of people, the more high networth people you are surrounded by, the more financial success you will get in life.

You could also earn through your social media, or through your elder siblings.

Second Lord in twelfth house 🏠

You have to settle in foreign land in order to earn your income, or you can earn through foreign lands like working in MNC.

You could work in hospitals, jails or in mental asylum as well.

You could work in the field of spirituality, yoga and meditation

*For such native charity of money 🤑 becomes extremely important, the more you give others the more you get it.

Native who has Venus Rahu and Mars Rahu they can earn money 🤑 through their body, like being an actress or model.

[sujiri]

ᯓ★🎬٠ ࣪⭑ beyond the spotlight

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: actor!sukuna x fem!reader, ooc sukuna, modern!au, fluff

ryomen sukuna who's a famous actor ever since he was a teen. he's been dating you for half a year now and somehow, the dating allegations about him was too chaotic. he's always rumored to be a womanizer, red flag, and a bad news when it comes to women. how can they came up with the conclusion when they haven't heard any official relationships about him? everything about stepping on the spotlight can be the huge difference of his acting and personal life. that's why sukuna always try to make things private about his family and personal relationships. if he was asked, he will only say few words that's enough for people to know. and that includes being in a relationship with you.

sukuna was at first, a bit hasty when he wants to be your man. he values you and his privacy, he knows how crazy the media and internet could get. of course, he won't deny that he's dating you, but settling for a more private time and life is his priority. whenever you and sukuna go on a date, he makes sure he wears his cap or glasses to conceal his presence. sometimes, you can't help but to laugh whenever he does it. the poor man knows how hard it is to spend a day outside like a normal living being. but after all of that, you know it's for the best.

not until you were both taken some photos while spending time together. some ‘fans’ have actually spotted you and sukuna out. it went viral on social media in the meantime. some were curious if he's dating a model or an actress. the funny thing is, you don't work in any of those said industry. you're just an ordinary citizen who casually met sukuna way before when he's alone and spending his time.

after days of the dating issue of sukuna, he was greeted by a lot of reporters after his taping. asking about his upcoming film, events, and especially the dating rumor. he didn't deny it, of course he says that he's dating someone, however he didn't say anything more about you except your name. he's too private.

days turns into weeks then weeks turn into months. you have gotten used to sukuna's actor life. you saw a lot of users in the internet telling some random rumors about you and your boyfriend. they were even pictures of you and sukuna when he brings you to the red carpet. that was the first time the media has seen you clearly. sukuna on the other hand will almost make sure you are safe and alright throughout everything. holding your hand when you feel tense, kissing your temple when you're talking to him, holding you by your waist, and lastly he keeps that confident and proud face whenever he introduces you to his co-actors and actresses. even with the cameras? even with the cameras.

[ejlovesvi]

Hi

Can I please request a fic with Taylor swift x fem!reader where they are in a PR relationship and reader is a really big actress and in her late twenties and she’s an introvert and likes to build legos and play Mario cart and she’s a big softie and incredibly sweet but the catch is Taylor and her friends don’t really like the reader whenever she has to hangout with them they always ignore her and make her feel uncomfortable and unwanted between them and one day she goes live on instagram or TikTok and she’s building a Lego with her fans it’s something that she does a lot and the Lego just happens to be a lovers house one to support Taylor and the fans just go crazy meanwhile Taylor is with her friends and they are talking about how the reader is annoying and weird and always quiet and then one of them mentions how the reader is live now so they get on to spy on her and they realize how nice and cute the reader is and someone in the comments asks the reader about Taylor and she starts gushing about Taylor with a love struck smile on her face because she secretly likes Taylor and wants to pursue her for real and then later on they start treating the reader better and they go on real dates together and it’s just fluff. Sorry this is long you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to I just had this idea for a long time and wanted to share it but if you do end up writing it can you make it with as much details and events as possible. Thank you so much

note: this is such a cute idea!! it’s fairly different because i changed it up a bit to make it easier to write. thanks for the request! not proofread.

IT’S LIKE I’M WASTING YOUR HONOR

pairing: taylor swift x fem!reader

warnings: taylor coming to her senses, sad but amazing folklore song

masterlist

to say you were in love with your PR girlfriend was an understatement. you knew it the from the moment you had met her and heard her laugh at a corny joke that slipped from your nervous lips. taylor had been incredibly kind to you and had seemed to notice things others had never thought to mention to you. you were doomed.

you two began a PR relationship for many reasons, the number one being that it would help taylor’s prideful content reach further to others who were part of the lgbtq+ community.

now obviously you knew taylor wasn’t as in love with you as you were her; or if she even really loved you at all. but you didn’t let that stop you. after all, you two were supposed to act madly in love anyway.

so now you sit here on live building a lover house lego set that the company sent you two. taylor left four hours ago to go spend some time with her model friends and you had simply kissed her on the cheek and wished her a good time as she left.

your eyes scan the comments that speed past and you catch onto one of them in particular. “does taylor show you her song writing process?” you read aloud the comment.

you think about the question for a moment, trying to figure out what you can reveal on live without getting a call from tree. you weigh your options and decide fuck it. with a smile you answer, “sometimes she does. it’s mostly after we’ve had a few glasses of wine that she sings to me. half of the songs i hear on guitar or piano end up scrapped in her notebook.”

you look down at your lego set and continue placing pieces together, all while continuing to ramble on. you try to fight the smile spreading across your face but the intense emotions at the thought of the blonde invade your mind like a thick smoke.

“it’s sometimes sad to hear songs get scrapped because they end up being my favorites.” you admit. “she’s just so talented and i love being able to see her grow as a person.”

a week later

it’s been a week since you gushed about taylor on instagram live. the repercussions ended in the internet going insane over your guy’s relationship and calling you two perfect for each other.

taylor had been acting different lately and the thought of her being upset over the live made you feel worried. what if she completely disliked that?

but as you sit in front of the brick fireplace with two wine glasses in front of you and taylor’s cats curled into the side of your criss-crossed legs — you let all those worries slip away.

taylor sits beside you, her body shifted towards you slightly. her fingers pluck at each string as she adjusts them to perfect tuning. the only light in the room elicits from the crackling fire contained in the fire place.

taylor looks up from her guitar to smile shyly at you, “this is a song i wrote last night, so it’s not perfect but i hope you like it.”

you tilt your head as you pet the cats beside you. taylor looks back down at her guitar and clears her throat, plucking at the soft chords before softly singing. “our coming of age has come and gone. suddenly the summer, it’s clear. i never had the courage of my convictions. as long as danger is near.”

you listen intently with a soft smile, watching her fingers skillfully move across the wood guitar with perfected ease.

“i’m a fire and i’ll keep your brittle heart warm. if your cascade ocean wave blues come. all these people think love’s for show, but i would die for you in secret.” she sings out, looking you right in the eyes for those specific lyrics.

she suddenly stops playing and swallows, looking at you with anticipation. you breath in as you take in the moment, analyzing the lyrics she just sang to you.

“those last lyrics are… something.” you breath out with a small nervous laugh.

taylor lets out a small chuckle and softens her gaze on you, “it’s true though. i’ve thought about my feelings for the past week.” she starts. “about my feelings for you specifically. this whole thing started for the public but getting to know you and experiencing your kindness has made me fall in love.”

your eyebrows raise slightly but you stay silent, letting her continue. “i want to be able to love you behind the cameras and public. and a part of me thinks you want that too.” she finishes.

with a smile gracing your lips you giggle, “taylor i’ve been in love with you since we started this stupid PR relationship.”

taylor lets out a breath of relief and sets the guitar aside. “well, that’s great news. if you rejected me i probably would’ve shit my pants.”

you bark out a laugh and lean forward, your face just inches away from hers. you glance from her pale blue eyes to her soft plump lips that you’ve only had the pleasure of kissing twice in front of paparazzi. “well, are you gonna kiss me for real or should i call some paparazzi to come get content?” you joke.

taylor rolls her eyes, “shut up you dork.”

and with that she kisses you softly but passionately. you hum and you lean in further, resting your hands on her thighs. she grabs onto the back of your head to get better control.

before you can protest she lifts you to straddle her as she lays back against the soft rug. she pulls away from the kiss and looks up at you with complete and utter love in her eyes.

you bite your lip to contain obnoxious giggles and glance over at the curled up cats. you glance back to taylor who looks over feature on your face. “let’s get to bed, tay.”

she nods and lets you drag her to bed where you fall asleep in each others arms for the first time in your 1 year relationship.

[tsukumomei]

—ADDRESSING THE DIVORCE ALLEGATIONS

ft. Yukimiya Kenyu x Actress! Reader

summary: being in a high-profile relationship brings immense support from fans and the public, but it also comes with its fair share of fake news. While your husband, a perfectly reasonable person, wanted to address the divorce rumors in a straightforward way, you had other plans–that somehow went sideways. cw: a little angst

Y/N L/N is undeniably one of the biggest actresses in this era. Her popularity skyrocketed when she married football star and model Yukimiya Kenyu, quickly becoming one of Hollywood's most favorite couples.

Currently starring as the leading woman alongside Michael Kaiser in the fast-paced police drama, FBI. So it came as a shock to millions of fans when suddenly her beloved character received less screen time, eventually written out of the show, left to “pursue a case” abroad and never returned.

The actress herself has released no statement about her unexpected exit from the show. Her instagram stories and tweets, usually filled with daily updates and lives, have been noticeably sparse.

As far as the public is concerned, Y/N L/N is on an indefinite hiatus.

That was, until you found yourself frozen in the middle of an aisle at the grocery store. You’d just spotted an unflattering photo of yourself on the cover of a popular magazine. It was clearly edited—your under-eyes had been intentionally darkened, making you look more tired than you actually were.

But that wasn’t what caught your attention.

It was the headline, written in bold, dark letters in quote:

“I’M TIRED OF US, IT’S OVER”

Next to it was a floating broken heart, with a photo of you and your husband split in half on either side.

The press really could brew the most bizarre rumors when they had nothing else to scoop. Well, you had basically made yourself an easy target, especially after disappearing without a word. Chuckling bitterly, you called out to your son.

“Kei, we’re going! Are you grabbing anything else?”

Peeking out from behind the magazine rack, you saw Kei reaching for a pack of frozen blueberries, presumably for his father. He was always so thoughtful.

“Just a sec, Mom,” he called back, stretching on his tiptoes to grab the pack from the second shelf. You started to step forward to help him but stopped yourself, remembering the last time you tried. He’d insisted that he was a "big boy" now—at six, he was more than capable of helping Mom. And he wasn’t wrong. Not only did he take after his father in the looks department, but his personality mirrored his too.

Finally, with a satisfied grin, Kei succeeded in his mission, grabbing the blueberries and turning to rush toward you. For just a split second, his gaze flickered toward the magazine you had been eyeing, but he quickly looked away when he saw you noticing.

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The moment you pulled into the driveway, you noticed your husband standing on the front porch, dressed in a suit—likely just back from another shoot. He was talking on the phone, a confused expression on his face. When he saw the car, he muttered a few quick words to the person on the other end and ended the call.

He walked toward you, offering to help carry the groceries. It didn’t take long to figure out what had him in such a sour mood. As he took the bags from your hands, you caught a glimpse of his phone screen—it was the same photo you had seen earlier on the magazine cover.

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He preferred to shut down the rumors as quickly as possible—but you had other plans.

“Come on, it'll be great!” you said, nudging him with a mischievous grin, trying to convince him to go along with your little scheme. How could he ever say no to you?

With a sigh, he gave in, shaking his head in disbelief. He couldn’t help but laugh, though, knowing you were always the one to stir things up.

“You’re unbelievable,” he muttered, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

You set your phone up on the kitchen counter, positioning it just right for the Instagram Live. Your heart raced with anticipation—this was going to be fun.

It didn’t even take five minutes before your Instagram Live was flooded with notifications. Your feed blew up with fans from all over the world, all wondering the same thing: where have you been? Why the sudden silence?

The comments started rolling in like a flood:

“Omg, Y/N, what happened?!”

“Are you really getting divorced?!”

“COME BACKKK”

“We miss you! Did you get kidnapped?!”

“If my ship is ending, I won't believe in true love anymore ”

“Did you and Kenyu split up or are you just pulling a dramatic plot twist?!”

“Y/NKen is over?”

“WHAT IS GOING ON??! I NEED ANSWERS”

“Y/N, why are you doing this to us?? We thought you were kidnapped by aliens or something!!”

“Please tell me you’re not turning into a ghost influencer. Don’t disappear for good!”

“Did you go on a secret mission and forget to update us?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the chaos in the comments. You had been away for a a few months, but it seemed your absence only made the fans eager—and more creative. This would definitely stir the pot.

Your husband, Yukimiya Kenyu, stood beside you, watching the flurry of activity on your phone screen. He rolled his eyes at the comments but couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at his lips. "You really like messing with them, don't you?"

“You know it,” you said, grinning. "It's been too quiet around here. Time to shake things up a bit."

You turned to him with an exaggerated frown, eyes widening in mock concern. "Hey, babe, have you heard?"

He looked at you curiously, his eyebrows furrowing. "Heard what?"

He passed his phone to you with a resigned sigh, clearly not sure what you were about to do next. You took it, squinting at the headline on the screen.

“What’s it say?” he asked, voice dripping with faux innocence.

You feigned a dramatic gasp, looking up at him with wide eyes. "I’m tired, it’s over between us…" you paused for effect, then continued, reading the headline in the most monotonous and nonchalant voice you could muster, “Yukimiya Kenyu couldn’t SEE l/n y/n’s worth.”

You could feel your stomach tense as you held back laughter, but your poker face was on point. You weren’t nominated for Best Actress for nothing.

Kenyu’s face went pale, playing along. His eyes widening in horror as he leaned in to read the screen. "Now that’s just personal.?!" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

You took a dramatic pause, then turned to him with a smirk. "I mean, it sounds like a you problem, babe."

He rolled his eyes, trying to hide his amusement. "Oh, come on," he muttered, shaking his head, though he couldn’t keep the smile from forming. "You know they’ll eat this up."

Just then, you saw the comments explode again:

“Is this for real?”

“We need a statement, NOW!”

“I CAN’T HANDLE THIS!”

“Plot twist: They’re both trolling us.”

You both burst into laughter at the absurdity of it all. The whole thing was ridiculous, but you knew the fans would love it. It was a mess, but it was your mess—and honestly, you were here for it.

“Alright,” you said, still chuckling, “Let’s give them what they want. A little clarity."

You turned back to the camera, making sure you were in frame with Kenyu. You were about to hand the phone back to him when suddenly, your teary-eyed son, Kei, appeared in the kitchen doorway.

“You’re getting a divorce?” he asked, his voice small, cracking with emotion. Tears welled up in his big brown eyes as he looked between you and Kenyu, waiting for an answer.

Both you and Kenyu instinctively shouted, “No!” at the same time, but before either of you could say anything else, Kei followed up with the most heartbreaking thing you’d ever heard.

“If you are, I’m going with Dad.”

Your heart dropped. It felt as if the air was suddenly knocked out of your lungs. You hadn’t even thought about how this joke, this silly stunt you had pulled, could affect him. You had never meant for things to go this far.

A lump formed in your throat as Kei’s tear-streaked face blurred in your vision. What have I done? The question echoed in your mind, spinning around like a whirlwind. Why did I think this was funny?

The weight of the situation crashed over you. You’d always been so focused on your career, on keeping up with the demands of the public, of the industry—and even your relationship with Kenyu had started to feel like a balancing act, constantly teetering between love and the pressure of being constantly in the spotlight. But Kei... Your son.

How much of him had I missed?

You hadn’t realized until now how little time you’d spent with him, how much he must have noticed, how much he must have needed you. The guilt gnawed at you like a hollow ache. The past few months had been a blur of shoots, interviews, and late nights trying to keep up with a schedule that never seemed to end. Every time you thought you could sit down with him, be present, something else came up. A new project. A meeting. Another crisis in the media. You promised him you’d play with him today, but you couldn’t even make it past five minutes before getting distracted by a tabloid scandal.

I’m a terrible mother.

Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, but you forced them back. Kei needed comfort, not a breakdown. He needed to believe that everything was going to be okay, and you would make sure of that. But how could you tell him that when you didn’t even know if everything was okay yourself?

“Kei,” Kenyu said softly, his voice low and calm. “You don’t need to say that. It’s not true, okay? Mommy and I are fine.” He gently wiped a tear from Kei's cheek, his touch warm and steady, then took his small hands in his. “You don’t have to choose between us. I promise, everything’s okay.”

Kenyu’s gaze softened, but there was a firmness in his tone as he added, “But you do owe your mom an apology. She’s not the one who made you feel like this, and she’s the one who loves you more than anything. You need to say you’re sorry, Kei.”

Kei noticed your heartbroken face. “I love you, mom. I’m sorry.” He looked down at his fidgeting fingers, nervously twisting them around each other. His voice trembled as he continued, “I only said that because I heard Grandma say you had my little sibling in your belly…” He paused for a moment, then added in a whisper, “I didn’t want Dad to be alone.”

The world seemed to freeze for a moment. You stood there, paralyzed. Kei’s words hung in the air, unsettling yet oddly comforting. He didn’t want his dad to be alone? How perceptive, how caring he was for someone so young. Kei, still standing there, looking up at you with wide eyes, waiting for reassurance. You knelt down to his level, wiping the tears from his cheek, your voice soft and full of love.

“Kei,” you whispered. “We’re not getting a divorce, okay? Mommy and Daddy love each other, and we love you so much. We’re always going to be a family. No matter what, we’re not going anywhere.”

Kei nodded slowly, his small face still clouded with uncertainty, but comforted by the warmth in your voice. You cupped his cheek gently, offering a soft smile, hoping to steady him.

But as you spoke to him, something else dawned on you. Kenyu hadn’t known about the pregnancy. The realization hit you hard—he was just as shocked as you were by Kei’s words. The baby. The little sibling Kei was already so protective of. Your husband didn’t know yet. It was supposed to be a surprise. Oh well.

Your phone, still set up for Instagram Live on the kitchen counter, sat forgotten in the chaos, buzzing with notifications and questions. The fans who had been eagerly awaiting answers? They had their scoop now.

The reason you went on an indefinite hiatus was because you were no longer able to perform the stunts required for your action drama role. You're pregnant after all.

Your son had just given them the exclusive. And that’s what you get for trolling.

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[bellewintersroe]

Fernando Alonso x YoungerCeleb! OC Smut.

Lila Mae is a 24 year old actress and model who’s also becoming notorious as a huge F1 fan on Tik Tok. When she gets the opportunity to interview certain drivers on the paddock, an older Fernando Alonso is smitten and the two find themselves fucking in the Aston Martin garages.

warnings: smut, age gap, flirting, oral, very fast burn, sex, anal play, you name it. Lila and Fernando get down and dirty in an intense first meeting.

Fernando stripped off his overalls within the first 2 minutes of the interview with the younger, beautiful woman. Lila, her name was, Fernando recognised her from occasionally watching the races, he’d seen her on TV. Despite being almost 20 years his senior he found himself sweating over her presence. Lila’s eyes fell down to his black fireproofs, the man flashing her a smirk in response. There was not a singular hint of subtleness between the pair, the flirting was hard core and Lila was stunned by how quickly she became attracted to Alonso, a man she’d watched and idolised for years.

“It is getting warm in here- anyway congratulations on the podium today, I’m excited to see you next week.” Her head tilted to the side, smiling sweetly as Alonso’s lips spread, watching back to her pushing her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose.

“The interview is over?” His brows furrowed slightly, Lila felt her lower stomach flutter. “Well that’s all we have time for today.”

“But you will be back next week, for Spain?”

“No, no. They just brought me out for Monaco.” She giggled, eyes roaming over his front once again. Fernando wasn’t hard, at least she thought he wasn’t, but Lila could she the bulge that poked through his fireproofs. It turned her on, she’d be lying if she she said she wasn’t horny.

The thought made her cheeks burn red, kinda like how they were when she first saw him. Except this time was different, she was longing for a man she’d met five minutes prior. Fernando’s eyes were glistening back into hers, he’d reached out, resting on the railing behind the pair. Lila subconsciously sunk a little closer to him.

“You should come back, no?” He glanced around. “She does better than half of them out there.” He nudged slightly at her upper arm, she purses her lips and glanced at his hand before back up to his eyes- and lips.

“I’m in Paris next week.” She shrugged, “no, you are in Spain.” He half teased. Lila felt as though she’d fold any minute. I’m wherever the hell you want me to be- she thought to herself.

Lila smiled and a hum escaped her closed mouth, Fernando gulped at the sound, imagining what other noises she would make. He felt the twitch of his dick in his pants and he shamefully shook the thoughts away. This was a 24 year old woman, too young for him. But she was beautiful, asking him all the right things, her voice was smooth and she was eyeing him up in all the right ways. “Maybe I will have to make a detour.” She spike causing him to chuckle once again. And she was funny. Fernando was charmed instantaneously. When the camera’s were off them, just how he liked it, he continued his conversation with her.

“Do you have anymore interviews today?”

“No, you’re my last one.” Her arm rested on the same railing he did, hand grazing ever so slightly against the bare of her arm.

“I can show you around, the garages are empty at this time. If you would like, of course?” He stammered a little on the end, other than that he felt like it was all going smoothly. Fernando hated to admit it but he could feel the warmth of his cheeks beginning to glow. Lila noticed it and found it endearing.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” She stepped a little closer, Nando gave her a slight pat on the back, fingers lingering on her exposed back. Only then did he get a true sight of her dress, her figure was beautiful, one of a goddess. He had to bite his lip to prevent his jaw dropping.

“I’ve never been in one before.” Lila sighed gently, walking closely besides the driver. Her shoulder brushed against his arm, gazing up to him. Now the two of them were alone, she so desperately wanted to make a move.

“I have- obviously.” He dumbly spoke, causing her to laugh at how he face palmed after. “That was stupid.” He pointed out, blushing harder at the fact she was giggling away.

“Just a little bit.” She playfully knocked into him the two of them sharing eye contact. His eyes fell down, scanning her in a way that evokes his hunger perfectly. His eyes were lidded and pupils were blown, Lila scanned over him with the exact same expression, feeling her pussy begin to ache with an insatiable need for Fernando.

She didn’t move away, neither did he, they both walked side by side, their steps unconsciously growing faster towards the so called empty garages. Fernando prayed to every god above that it was empty, and it paid off. It was completely deserted, the smaller rooms too were completely isolated.

“Oh, the doors are locked.” He pointed out, closing the only open door behind them. “Why?” She faced him, slipping off her glasses. Getting a real sight of her eyes and unobstructed face, Alonso thought he would faint- in a good way. Obviously.

“You look beautiful.” He commented, the compliment falling off his lips. He couldn’t deny the slight nervous sensation that followed. Lila thought her breath caught in her throat.

“Thank you. I’m just- a bit blind without them.” She shrugged, placing them absent mined, down onto one side.

“Oh.” He laughed, glancing down to his shoes. “But… they’re locked because everybody is celebrating.”

“Isnt that where you should be?” She giggled, stepping closer, head tilting up to him.

“I would rather be showing you around.”

“How nice.” She giggled, voice cracking, before glancing around the vast room. Two cars stood in the middle, she’d never been so up close to one before. “Oh my god.”

“You can go closer.” He nodded, following behind as she stepped in front of the car. “It’s smaller than what I thought.” She laughed, glancing up to him. Stepping back slightly, her shoulder touched his chest and she felt butterflies emerge again.

“Do you think?” He muttered, voice lower, she tilted her head to the side, exposing the bare skin on her neck further. Fernando wanted so badly to kiss her, but he worried she’d become weirded out. Instead, he reached out slightly, fingers grazing against the outside of her upper thigh. Lila let out an audible breath, turning to face him a little over her shoulder. Her finger tips grazed over the top of his hand, flattening his palm against her dress. On instinct, Fernando stepped closer, she borderline pulled him against her body, feeling her curves in all the right places.

Her hand guided his, resting on her lower stomach before sliding up to her breasts, his fingers squeezed against the flesh and he felt his dick stand to attention, pushed up against her upper bum. With that, she turned around quickly, attaching their lips, hands grabbing at one another and pulling each other closer, tighter, desperately. She pushed her hips up into his, desiring the idea of the older man being so hard for her.

His hands squeezed at her ass, material of her dress pinching between his fingers, almost revealing her. Fernando felt the slide of her hand against the back of his neck, their breathing becoming heavier as they stumbled slightly. He almost lost complete control of himself, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation before he pulled back.

“Not in here. There are cameras.” Instead, he took her hands, pulling her into a small changing room, locking the door behind the two of them.

She stood, lost for breath as he strode towards her again, cradling her face within his and kissing her deeply once more. It was so exciting, the pure passion and hunger between basically two strangers. Lila’s grip loosened off his fireproofs before falling down to his crotch in which the fabric had become painfully tight.

Her hand wrapping around his throbbing cock almost made him finish there and then. Fernando thought that would’ve been highly embarrassing and he knew better, especially at 42 years old. In return, he began pulling at her dress, fingers roughly finding her clothed pussy in which he began rubbing seductively.

It wasn’t long before their pants began filling the room. Lila felt her head spinning as their tongues move against one another’s, teeth occasionally clashing when he’d move forwards, attempting to pull her dress over her head. “Wait.” She giggled slipping the material off her shoulder. “Oh.” Alonso smiled, gently brushing it down off her. Her bare breasts were revealed, pierced nipples driving him crazy as he physically moaned, moving forwards, dipping her back romantically and kissing over her chest.

Lila loved when men paid attention to the sensitive of her breasts. Fernando was perfect at it. His lips and tongue sucked and brushed over her nipples and her moans began filling the room, one hand resting on the back of his head, knocking his cap off, the other pressing against the stone wall. “Oh god.” She began sighing, Fernando thought her moans were sinful and was only pushed to fully free her of her dress, simultaneously rubbing at her pussy once again.

When her hand found his, she guided him under her panties, Fernando felt himself moan in sync with her at the wetness which pooled there, yanking them off with this other hand whilst she stepped out. There she was, a fucking Angel, completely stripped naked in front of him. He wanted to spend all the time in the world with her there and then, but they were both so desperate.

His fingers worked to find her clit, pleasuring her, her head feeling heavy as she rested her forehead against his, breathing heavily as he rubbed her through her folds. “Fernando.” She moaned out his name, when his middle finger slipped inside of her. He kissed her again, although he made it difficult because of the moans he was causing to escape from her lips.

Lila felt so wet, so tight yet so ready for him. Fernando felt himself becoming weak in the knees, so desperate to fall before her and watch her pleasure grow as he used his mouth. He followed what his body told him to do and hooked a leg over his shoulder, kissing the side of her pussy before directly over her slit.

Lila thought she might go crazy, so pulled his shirt off from over his shoulders, before he properly attached his mouth to her aching core. Fernando was a fucking demon at eating pussy, he pleasured her so well that she was lightheaded from panting so hard. He’d pushed her against the wall, not so rough, but it was enough to make her grind against his mouth for more.

Mixing a finger into the mix, Lila thought she was going crazy, biting down on her thumb in order to not moan so loud. Fernando watched her, enchanted by her beautiful face, contorted with pleasure. He wanted more, he needed more. His cock throbbed so desperately in his pants that he had to reach down and squeeze himself for some sort of relief.

“Fernando.” Her voice cracked as she writhed against the wall, fingers tangled in his hair, he pulled himself up swiftly, wiping his mouth before pressing his lips to hers once again. “Please.” She whispered, pushing at his pants. When she felt the flesh of his large cock in her hands she didn’t hesitate to stand on her tip toes, lifting a leg up over his waist to slide inside of her. Lila was too short, so Fernando lifted her, their kiss becoming deeper as he slipped so easily inside of her.

The stretch of her pussy was something both of them moaned at, their finger tips digging into one another as he grasped at her ass, ducking slowly into her, careful not to hurt the petite girl. She was so young, so pretty and gorgeous, he thought he might’ve lost his mind for doing this with a stranger, but who could blame him when she looked as good as she did.

He fucked into her with all the passion he had, their love making was intense and desperate, their needs and desires playing out in an animalistic session.

“God, you feel so good.” She tugged at his hair. In return he spanked at the flesh of her ass, finger tips brushing closer against her hole that Alonso so desperately wanted to fill. She whimpered at the spank, so he did it again, grunting at the way she writhed on his cock, hips gyrating in time with his thrusts.

His finger tips, again, probed near her hole, the area wet from her arousal, he noticed when he touched her there her moans and pleads became more intense, so slowly, so slowly, he pushed a finger in, causing her to feel so full with Fernando.

“Oh my god.” She moaned, bouncing harder as he pushed his finger in, mesmerised by her as she gripped onto his shoulder with one arm, the other circulating over her clit.

“Mierda.” He cursed, feeling her pussy tighten around his cock. She had no idea what his Spanish meant, but it was fucking sexy. She leant back, watching back to his pleasured face as she bounced against him, his finger still filling her asshole, something that drove her over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum.” She warned with a choke. Fernando felt so proud as her orgasm began to unfold right in front of him. “Cum. Yes, cum for me.” He hushed, her muscles tensing as she climbed to reach her orgasm, his thrusts becoming even harder, borderline animalistic as he fucked her up to, and through her high.

Lila came crashing down in the most overwhelming orgasm that had her crying out. Fernando felt he was close to following, but when he placed a hand on his chest, sensitive from her orgasm, he slowed down, milking her through her orgasm. Her body trembled, her voice broke with each throb of her pussy, she felt like she’d been sent to oblivion and back, so he soothed her with a deep kiss.

“So good.” He hushed, cock twitching. She regained her senses and hummed against his lips, feeling him pull his finger and cock out and ease her down onto the the ground. Lila felt a little wobbly but fell to her knees. “You don’t ha-” Alonso went to protest, but she’d already taken him in her mouth.

The bobbing of her head drove him crazy, he was seething, hissing with pleasure, and when he felt it, he was embarrassed of how quick it happened. He tapped on her head as a warning and she simply replaced her lips with her hand and began jerking him off, onto the floor below with a slight moan.

Fernando’s vision went white before he screwed his eyes back, head falling back in undeniable pleasure, a warm sensation rushing through his cock and abdomen as he squirted his seed out onto the floor below. It was something to worry about cleaning up later. He let out the hottest groan followed by pants as he gasped for his breath back, his fingers loosening in the grip he didn’t realise he had on her hair before she stood up, the two of them sharing one of the hottest kisses Fernando could imagine.

“I was supposed to interview Max… but I got carried away with you.” She giggled, Alonso smiled and began, enjoying the way she was hanging her arms over his shoulder.

“I’ll be around in Silverstone… maybe I will see you then.” Quicker than she appeared, Lila vanished again and Fernando was left with the humbling task of cleaning up after himself. It didn’t take long, but he felt a little disappointed she’d left. His mind was still foggy from the love making, his high still bubbled through him but yet when he scanned the garage for her she was gone. The only thing which was left was her glasses, resting neatly to one side. Alonso was careful to place them inside his pocket. At least he had a reason to sought her out once more.

[matan4il]

I saw your post about Noah and it just but a bee in my bonnet about how people in all sorts of fandoms have been doing similar things to Jewish actors (but it’s not as well known cause they’re obviously not as high profile as stranger things). I follow you from the 911 fandom, and I also watch 911 Lone Star and both Ronen Rubinstein (who plays TK) and Lisa Edelstein (who guest starred so isn’t a regular anymore but is iconic in her own right) have gotten hate. Ronen removed his twitter after people started calling him a Zionist and harassing him. Lisa turned comments off on some of her ig posts and specifically said it was so she wouldn’t get attacked. The only things those two have said are in regards to getting the hostages home safe or in reaction to the immediate events of Oct 7. Yet they’re being called supporters of genocide. The antisemitism disguised as “antizionism” is so fucking obvious and it’s sad how it’s infiltrated even the smaller fandoms if actors involved dare to be Jewish and express concern for fellow Jews.

Hi Nonnie!

First of all, yes. Sadly, there is not a single fandom I have been active in, that has been a safe space for Jews in general, and they've all become worse since Oct 7. So I'll talk a bit about the 911 fandom, but let's be clear that this fandom isn't the issue, it really is a symptom of a much bigger problem, which is very prevalent in online spaces, not just online fandoms. What I'll talk about is obviously not true for every single person, but it IS true for enough people, and especially for some very vocal ones, who shape what the "allowed" discourse is.

I have not been following what the 911 fandom does and says about Ronen Rubinstein for at least 2 years, but I can't say I'm surprised by what you told me.

I've written more than once about the fact that Jews are not white, not even the white passing ones. Also, I'm hardly the only Jew raising their voice about this, and yet I've noticed that the 911 fandom, which raged when half-white Eddie Diaz was not recognized as a POC by one fan, the fandom which has accepted Christopher Diaz as a POC (even though he's canonically only 25% Mexican, and is played by an actor who actually IS white, which means there's no arguing over the fact that Chris looks white), is also the fandom which has repeatedly conceptualized Ronen as a white guy, same for his character TK (even though he's canonically only half white), and with that view in mind there's been hostility towards Ronen that I've come across not long after 911LS just started. Ronen's family is from an area where Jews had been repeatedly slaughtered, including during the Holocaust for NOT being white less than one hundred years ago. TK looks white (you know, exactly like Chris), so that's enough to ignore Jewish identity, history, being native to the Middle East, and anti-Jewish persecution. Ronen gets conceptualized as a white oppressor. And as such, he's a fair target, even an encouraged one.

Gavin, whose character Chris is recognized as a POC, even though he himself is completely white.

Ronen, whose character TK is not recognized as a POC, even though the actor is fully Jewish.

Natacha, whose character Marjan is recognized as a POC, even though the actress herself is half white. She's also half Lebanese, Marjan is fully so, and whatever Arabs are, Jews are the exact same, because both groups are native to South West Asia (similarly, both groups come in a variety of skin tones).

So I'm not surprised that Ronen is being mistreated. Jews are mis-conceptualized as white, and the Israeli-Arab conflict gets mis-conceptualized by applying to it a race-based model imported from the US, in which Israelis are white Jews (even though 21% of our population is Arab, a part of our leadership is Arab and has been since the first Knesset was elected, over 70 years ago, and even though many of the Israeli soldiers fighting to protect us are Arabs... when the conflict is explained, they're all erased, and Israelis are only understood as - and blamed as - white Jews), who are evil oppressors of brown Arabs (even though some Arabs are just as white looking, or even whiter than some Jews). Then, this conflict is used to vilify and justify harassing Jewish actors, whether Noah in Stranger Things, Timothee Chalamet, or Ronen and Lisa.

Here are some white looking Palestinians, who always get ignored by the people conceptualizing the conflict as white vs brown people:

Two pics of Israeli soldiers killed, each pic from just one day in this war in Gaza, and you can see the diversity of skin tones...

Like I said, I haven't been following Ronen, but I did happen across a post that claimed he needs to be canceled for the crime of blocking people who the poster said were pro-Palestine. But in my experience, even when you're a Jew who is not being hateful towards Palestinians, you're just pro both groups, because you recognize they're both humans, the fact that you have the "audacity" to stand up for Jewish people and Jewish rights, and against the mis-representation of Jews in Israel, is enough for antisemitic bullies to use that to come after you with antisemitic abuse under the guise of being pro-Palestinian (here's just one example. I wonder how many Palestinians have been liberated by harassing Jews online. Pretty sure the answer is zero. I also always love how this crowd never actually stands up for Palestinians when they're wronged by fellow Arabs, in Kuwait, Egypt, Jordan, Lebanon or Syria. It's only the Jews who bother these "pro-Palestinians," not the actual well being of Palestinians). I'm sure that if we could see who Ronen was blocking, it would be the same kind of people who have been sending me these very caring, human rights-oriented messages:

^ This ask was specifically a response to my reply to an anon telling me I lost my claim to humanity when I became an Israeli (and me answering that that was at the age of 5 months, and that my parents' decision to bring me to Israel actually saved my life).

^ Just a small collection, nowhere near what I actually got, but I kept them 'coz I wanted to show people at some point what Jews who dare to not want Israel destroyed are subjected to. And Ronen probably got similar ones, he blocked them, and for saying he was blocking them, he got further hate... At what point are people going to wake up and see that this is how an antisemitic misinformation campaign works? Lots of Germans genuinely believed in the narrative that Jews backstabbed them during WWI. If you were to ask them in the 1930's whether they hate Jews simply for being Jews, they'd say no, that they hated Jews, because Jews deserved to be hated due to their actions. In the exact same way, now support of the existence of the Jewish state, not even of its specific policies, is being spun as justification to hate on Jews.

I'll say this again. This reply isn't about Ronen. It isn't about Noah. It isn't about Lisa. This isn't about a specific fandom. This is a call for people to wake up and smell the antisemitic coffee, the legitimization of Jews being harassed. Please don't be a part of it, and if you can, please speak up when you see others being a part of it. I KNOW that online, and def on Tumblr, the majority of posts you see justify the vilifaction of anyone who is pro Israel's existence, even while also being critical of its leadership. And it's easy, and it feels right, to go with what everyone else in your echo chamber says. But you can be that one guy in 1930's Germany who didn't do the heil Hitler. If you will be, it may not be easy, but I very much doubt you'd ever regret it.

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[beybaldes]

my first, my last, my everything

summer sleepover masterlist

roy kent x gn!reader

summary : “i could be your family” requested by the loml @onceuponaoneshotfanfic <33

content warning : readers family are a little mean because they are moving away from home, set pre-ted lasso era.

an : what a cute prompt :(((( domestic roy is something so personal to me :(((( title is based on the song of the same name by barry white !!

It was well known by anyone that had even heard of him that Roy Kent was ‘one tough cookie’ (as Ted had called him in a interview once when he first came to Richmond), and the sentiment had seemed to stick. But back when Roy first asked you out, you knew you were in for a world of romance.

Based on his ‘I don’t like anyone or anything’ aesthetic alone, you figured he’d be a secret softie and the worlds most hopeless romantic - and you’d been totally right. The evening of your first date, he’d shown up with 2 dozen red roses, kept his hand on your thigh the entire car ride, opened every door for you, pulled out every chair for you, and complimented you at every opportunity. When he walked you back to your door, after a night of being a perfect gentleman, he gave you the most searing and passionate kiss of your life, leaving without another word.

After spending half an hour sat in bed debating if his silence after the kiss was his way of letting you down gently, you searched to see if there was any meaning behind the 2 dozen red roses he’d given you.

The traditional romantic message of 24 roses is that of complete devotion, or “I am yours.”

You had no doubt you’d been seeing Roy Kent for a date, and getting kissed by him like that, again.

4 years later, almost each and every day of it spent together, Roy asks you if you’re willing to move across the country with him if the bid from Chelsea goes through and he gets transferred. When he asks, head hung low and his hands in tight fists, you can tell he expects you to say no. Expects you to explain that while you love him, and you’ve loved these last 4 years, that you can’t - won’t - leave Sunderland. He is ready for this to be the biggest heartbreak of his young life and have it ruin every other partner for him.

You say yes in a heartbeat, and seal it with a kiss just a searing as the one he gave you after your first date.

The move down south is long and tiring, but so worth it. You’re closer to Roy’s mum and sister, he gets to play for his childhood team, your work seamlessly transferred you to it’s sister company, and you were living in a beautiful house with the love of your life (who had an incredibly sexy shaggy mullet going on). Life couldn’t have been better.

Except for the fact that your family hadn’t stopped bombarding you with text messages about your move all week. You still had boxes left to unpack and they were already making you regret your decision. Not the decision of moving in with Roy, you’d go fucking anywhere with Roy, but they made it so hard to allow yourself to feel like you’d made the right choice when they were constantly telling you you hadn’t.

Every single one of them was telling you Roy would leave you sooner or later, for some model, footballer, actress or one of the spice girls. One of your uncles even had a bet going with one of his mates from the pub that Roy would fuck all five before then end of his career. To say it made you feel like shit would be an understatement.

“Sunshine, I’m home.” Roy shouted from the front door, kicking it closed behind him and then kicking his shoes off. He’s been doing press about the transfer all day, and he feels terrible having left you in the new house all alone to unpack, but he knows it’s just part of the move, there’s ultimately nothing he can do about it. Still, the only thing he wants to do before he has to go out for another full day of press tomorrow is curl up in your arms, have you run your fingers through his hair, and whisper sweet nothings in his ear about the new life the two of you are going to build together in London. Instead he is met with what seems like a cold and empty house. “Babe? You here?”

You’re sprawled on the couch Roy had insisted was way too big, but looked small now in the middle of the gigantic living room, lazily covered in a throw blanket and only wearing one of Roy’s Sunderland shirts. Even though you’d heard him come in, you didn’t have the strength to call out to him, especially not when your phone was still frantically buzzing against the coffee table every 10 seconds.

“Sunshine? What are you doing in here?” Roy places something down on the kitchen counter and you can hear it thanks to the main rooms open plan, and you can tell he’s getting closer to you because you can hear the soft padding of his feet against the wooden floor. “You okay?”

Even though he wants nothing more then for him to crawl into your arms, he knows you need it more then he does right now. So, before you can resist him, he pulls you into his arms, sitting the two of you upright on the settee with you in his lap, his hand in your hair. “What’s up, buttercup?”

“Nothing Roy-o, just tired. Missed you.” You hid your head in the crook of his neck, hoping that if you burrowed deep enough into his mix of warmth and aftershave, you could hide from the constant buzzing of your phone. “It’s a big house, I feel so small without you here to share it.”

“Give me a week, sunshine, then I can be here all day every day until preseason. And then we’ll be on a pretty similar work schedule.” Roy pressed a kiss to the crown of your head, ghosting a kiss against your temple and the another against the shell of your ear. “It’s going to be perfect. You. Me. Here. It’s all going to work out, sunshine.”

For a moment, you believed Roy and it felt like everything was going to be okay, that you’d made that right choice, and that you and Roy were taking the first step towards the rest of your lives. Then your phone buzzed.

“Fucking hell, babe, you got a fan club or what?” When you didn’t laugh, Roy’s concern only grew, leaning forward and picking up your phone to see what all the commotion was. As he scrolled through message after message from family member after family member, his brow grew tense, and a scowl settled on his face. “What a fucking joke.”

“Roy.”

“No, seriously, they can say all they want about me. I don’t give a fuck. I never have. But about you?” Roy scoffed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you with him as he leant against the back of the sofa. “You’re fucking related to them and this is how they’re talking to you? It’s a fucking joke.”

“They’re my family, Roy-o, they’re just trying to look out for me, that’s all.” One of your hands moved to run up Roy’s chest, tracing around the embroidered material of the Chelsea badge right over his heart. God, did he look good in blue.

“Some fucking family, to treat you like that.” Roy ran a hand over his forehead, pushing his curls of out his eyes. You loved his hair like this, grown out and curly like in the pictures you’d seen of him as a kid. Maybe one day you’d convince him to push it out of his eyes with a headband. He’d look sexy in a headband. “I could be your family.”

Roy’s hand cupped your jaw, turning your head slowly to face him. When your eyes finally met his, he pressed a soft and long kiss to your lips. You melted into it, the stress of the week and of the messages from your family melting away under Roy’s loving touch. “You’re already my family, Roy. It’s like you said, me, you, here. Besides, you have been since you wormed your way into my heart on our first date with those 2 dozen roses.”

“Funny you’d say that.” Roy whispered, nuzzling his nose against yours, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips then pulling away with a smirk. “Thought the new house could do with some greenery.”

As you turned to look at the kitchen counter, you saw what you could only assume was 2 dozen roses already in vases. It must have been what Roy brought home with him, and suddenly you wished you’d been feeling happier and could’ve appreciated them more when he first walked in the door.

“The traditional romantic message of 24 roses is that of complete devotion, or “I am yours.”” You repeated under your breath, a warm smile brightening your whole face. Roy’s eyes widened, as though he hadn’t necessary expected you to know the meaning behind 2 dozen roses, but he loved you even more for it.

“I am yours.” Roy repeated, voice filled with complete and utter earnest. “And one day I’m going to put a ring in your finger to prove it.”

an : Mwah!!!! Love you guys thank you for reading so far <333

[hotvintagepoll]

Propaganda

Toshia Mori (The Bitter Tea of General Yen, Blondie Johnson)—i think Toshia Mori is a great example of someone who clearly had the makings and charisma of a star & who its easy to imagine thriving in a less white supremacist system than 20s and 30s hollywood. she began acting in silent movies in the late 20s, and in 1932 was selected as a "WAMPAS Baby Star" which was an annual promotion of promising up-and-coming young actresses by the Western Association of Motion Picture Advertisers, becoming the first Asian woman to do so. previous baby stars included Clara Bow, Joan Crawford, and Joan Blondell, and another 1932 honoree was Ginger Rogers. this likely led to her most sizeable role in The Bitter Tea of General Yen (unfortunately a movie with a lot of orientalism going on and white actors in yellowface). she was well received but the studio seemed to lose interest in her career and she largely continued to get bit parts; her last appearance was in a Charlie Chan movie in 1937. she deserved better!!

Veronica Lake (I Married a Witch, Sullivan's Travels)—her look is so iconic they used her as a visual model for jessica rabbit in who framed roger rabbit and a bunch of other femme fatale types in cartoons and live action alike. i didnt think i liked women and then i saw her in sullivans travels and said gee i hope this doesnt awaken anything in me! every role ive seen her in she absolutely oozes an aura of "i know people would ask me to step on them" and her EYES bro every photo ive looked at for this submission its like shes piercing thru time and space to judge me <3

This is round 4 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Toshia Mori:

Veronica Lake:

Her HAIR, her FIGURE, her VOICE, the way she wore LEATHER AND SANG SONGS FOR NO REASON.

I don't believe there's a person on earth who can watch Veronica Lake in I Married A Witch and not be struck by how gorgeous she is. She had that youthful wonder about her that almost every Hollywood starlet was trying to achieve. Her hairstyle (peekaboo bangs) became an iconic Hollywood style after she popularized it, and made her signature look all the more suggestive. Also, witches are tumblrs favorite!

ICONIC hair sweep

The US government literally begged her to change her hairstyle because it was TOO HOT to handle and women who copied it were getting their hair caught in machinery

Her hairstyle was so iconic and popular that the war department had to come out with a PSA instructing lady ironworkers with ways they could pin their hair up to avoid it getting bound in machinery. [https://veteranlife.com/military-history/veronica-lake/]

She played a lot of femme fatale roles but my favorite is Sullivan’s Travels opposite Joel McRea, which is a comedy. She became famous for her hair style at the time—she wore it long and parted on one side so it would fall over half her face in a very sexy way. They called it a peek-a-boo I think. You’ve definitely seen Bugs Bunny dressed up like her, so I think if she’s being honored in such a way she’s very cool.

look at her

she's GORGEOUS in her little witch outfits that she wore for promos and also in the oversized coats and pajamas she wore throughout the movie...she's got RANGE

My Grandpa supposedly dated her in high school, he drove her to school in his car every day. This is legend in the family.

She has gorgeous hair, has got the smouldering look over the shoulder down PAT, and is just drop-dead gorgeous too!

Schizophrenic icon, popularized the peekaboo hairdo long before Jessica Rabbit

She’s just so prettyyyyy

So much hot in such a tiny package. She was no more than 5 feet tall, and some reports claim as small as 4'9"

If you picture a femme fatale in your head, almost certainly Veronica Lake had a hand in shaping the image you think of. She came to embody the look of the noir leading lady as well as the sound and the performance. Certified Noir Baddie.

[octodrawn]

Tangier, Delilah, and Madame Pom, or as I like to call them, the model trio. I like to think that they're friends :-)

read more due to length of some hcs/backstory stuff

Delilah is a model for a specific designer brand (whose name I might come up with later but probs not lol), Tangier is a model for Tres Blasé magazine specifically, and Madame Pom is primarily a pageant girl and an actress who does some freelance modeling on the side.

I feel like they'd meet individually at photo shoots and runways, but not become more than acquaintances until they all meet each other again at a New Years Eve party.

Delilah is burnt out with modeling. She's been doing it since she was a kid and dropped out of school when she was a teen to pursue it further. Even though she has lost all interest in modeling, she really has no other choice than to continue since she never finished high school and wouldn't be hired anywhere else. When she begins mentoring Pom and Tangier (even though they are around the same age, Delilah has at least a decade more experience than them), Delilah regains a bit of her passion.

Tangier is less intimidated by female models compared to other male models, so Delilah and Pom are two of the first friends he made in the business. Both of them are very perceptive and can see through when he's acting like a kiss-ass to higher-ups or sabotaging the careers of newbies. He believes his hard work and sacrifices he made for his modeling are what makes him more worthy than anyone else to be the Tres Blasé model. However, deep down, he knows he is not the best model, which is why he nips any competition in the bud. Delilah's coaching helps him improve his craft and gives him less of a need to be jealous of other male models. Old habits are slow to die, however...

Pom is the newest model of the three. She never thought much of modeling until she won the prize of a modeling contract for half a year from a beauty pageant. She enjoyed her time as a model, but preferred acting much more. After a dry spell of auditions, Pom began looking into modeling as a career option. That's when she met Delilah and Tangier. Tangier is annoyed with her amateur modeling at first, but as they both improve they form a genuine connection. Pom, while being not the smartest person in the world, is definitely the group's moral compass and tries to keep the others from causing interpersonal issues.

[pureureunn]

“Fuck fate.”

Prologue

pairing : ot7 x reader/oc

genre : fluff, angst, reverse harem, reincarnation!au, idol!au, novel!au, sub!bts x dom!reader/oc, actress!reader, model!reader, idol!bts, villainess!reader/oc

notes : jungkook is a simp. Lots of cursing. The timeline for this will be messy, I’ll try not to make it that messy though :(

summary : in which jungkook goes down the rabbit hole that’s Valentina Lee.

Jeon Jungkook adores you.

He didn’t really expect it, honestly. He saw you maybe a few times as a trainee (you were everywhere—posters, signs, and even in his social media feed) and even before they toured the world with their album—Wings. No, he saw you much earlier than that. Maybe saw you in a few billboards, posters hanging on walls, saw your name go trending in twitter a couple of times, heard your name here and there. He knows you. Who wouldn’t? You were bigtime famous. Anyone would know you.

Producers would sing your name, brands would be eager to collab with you, every video of you trending, a mere appearance of you sending the social media in a frenzy

(Jungkook remembers seeing his twitter crash, eyes blinking before restarting the app and seeing that it just won’t open. It lasted for a whole day.)

But that doesn’t mean that he knows know you.

Until he watched a video of you. It was just a simple compilation really. It was after their first day during the World Tour of Wings. He was just laying down, can’t seem to sleep and Jungkook thought that he might as well watch something. And he came across you. In his recommended videos. With the title,

“Valentina being the most cracked up unhinged (sweetest) person on earth”

And Jeon Jungkook, bored out of his mind—who can’t sleep at the ungodly hour of 2am. Watched it.

And oh god, Jungkook watched you.

It was just one video. It was just supposed to be one video. Just one.

Until one turned to two, two turned to three, three turned to four—and the next thing Jungkook knows it’s already morning with his alarm blearing through his phone and he blinked owlishly.

Oh, he thought. It’s already morning.

Strangely enough, he didn’t feel tired despite not getting any sleep. Energetic even. He looked down on his phone, seeing the ongoing video of you on his screen.

It was a compilation of you on stage. With knee-high boots, a sparkly top that Jungkook knows made you uncomfortable, a mini skirt, wavy long hair, and a simple makeup that suited your features.

“Times when Valentina made me straight (I’m gay)”

Jungkook paused the screen and exited the app, making a mental reminder to listen to your songs later on.

It was glaringly obvious that day how Jungkook had loads of energy to spare like a little kid on a sugar rush. He would run—not jog, but run. During soundcheck, he would giggle and jump and run almost everywhere. They wondered what it was, but nonetheless happy for their maknae.

Later that day, Jeon Jungkook went through every album—every song you had. And it was safe to say that was all that was in his mind for well, an indefinite time.

On the next few days, Jeon Jungkook finished half of your movies. Even when they had practice, even when he knew he had to sleep because they had a flight tomorrow morning, even when Jungkook knew they were busy.

Jeon Jungkook made sure he finished every movie you had.

The week following that, Jungkook finished every movie starring you. Wether you were a side character, or even just a small cameo. Jungkook made sure to watch them.

And in less than a month, Jeon Jungkook fell into a rabbit hole called Valentina Lee.

-

Somehow, Jungkook’s more… energetic?

His hyungs noticed. Not that it was bad per se, they were happy that he’s having fun but they did wonder where this sudden spur of energy come from. Ever since their first day in their tour, Jungkook was more lively. More energetic. He was always humming something and he’s usually watching something on his phone.

Kim Namjoon watched Jungkook from the corner of his eyes, noting his gleeful smile as he joked around with Jin. The hyungs were worried of the maknae for this tour, concerned that Jungkook would be too hard on himself as they know that he tends to push himself too hard. But he’s doing okay, Namjoon thought. Namjoon didn’t know what spurred this on, but he buried it at the back of his mind. As long as he’s happy and well.

—

“He has a crush.”

“What?” Namjoon teared his eyes away from Jungkook as he faced Yoongi, “A crush? On who?”

“Valentina Lee.” Oh

Kim Namjoon knows you, of course he does. Anyone would. You’re bigtime famous of course, even people who didn’t know you, knows you.

“Ah,” He chuckled, “Was that why he seems extra.. lively? The past few weeks.”

“Yeah.” Yoongi replied, a soft smile curling his lips as he remembers when Jungkook talked about you. “He really idolize her.” He added, “He kept on mentioning her songs and I always see him watching videos of her on his phone.” Yoongi smiled.

Namjoon chuckled as he looks at Jungkook, “Well, as long as he’s happy.”

Yoongi couldn’t agree more.

It was safe to say that the next day, everyone knew of Jungkook’s crush to you. Not that he minded though, he was proud of it. You were an amazing woman and your achievements was something he’d always be proud of.

Well maybe Jimin’s relentless teasing sometimes makes him embarrassed.

—

“I didn’t think you’d understand me~” Jungkook hummed as he exits the shower, “How could you ever even try?~” His english wasn’t perfect yet, but he’s working on it. As Jungkook hums, he circled around the bed in search for his phone. Opening the app, he begins to watch videos of you. Again.

“It’s his bedtime story.” Jin laughs as he slapped Hoseok’s arm. “Aish Hyung!” said man complained while rubbing his arm. Meanwhile, Jungkook just wore a grin as his hyungs teased him.

Chuckling at the memory, Jungkook laid down on his bed as he started watching another compilation video of you.

“Valentina Lee makes me wanna bark.”

Jungkook lightly laughs at the title, but it wasn’t long before his entire world revolved around you. You you you you. Your voice, your laugh, your smile—Jungkook immersed himself to you. He's been watching you—admiring you for months now. Listening to your songs, watching videos of you, he was tuned in. Tuned in to you. And Jungkook would proudly say that you were one of the major people that made him enjoy this tour a lot more.

So despite the numerous times he didn’t sleep because he liked watching you, there were also times where he fell asleep because he likes watching you.

And this was just another one of those days.

As Jungkook drifted off, he couldn’t help but let out a small smile. After all, Jeon Jungkook really does adore you.

So imagine his dumbfounded face and doe wide eyes, exactly as he stared at the article showing in his phone as soon as he woke up.

“What the fuck?!”

Now, Jungkook didn’t curse a lot. His hyungs (despite him being in legal age) made it a point between themselves to not curse that much in front of their maknae. Something about raising him. And when he does—when they do curse, it’s usually because of something that shocks them. Or because of a situation that deserved to be cursed.

And this? Jungkook definitely thinks this situation is cursed, because why the fuck is this happening?

And there it was, in big, red, capital letters displayed on his phone.

“THE DOWNFALL OF VALENTINA LEE?” — Valentina Lee, or more known as VAL, was recently caught in a scandal with a rising actor..

Honestly, Jeon Jungkook knew of that guy. He never really approved of him, which was quite ridiculous to say as he never met the person and Namjoon-hyung and his other hyungs taught him that it’s not wise to judge someone but Jungkook couldn’t help it.

He watched you.

Through the countless videos of you two, the instagram lives, the pictures, and the numerous articles.

And he knows that guy is just not good.

As Jungkook read the article, he can’t help but curse even more.

VAL allegedly approached the actor with inappropriate intentions as..

Approached?! Inappropriate??!!!

Furthermore, following to the actor’s statement; “She suddenly forced herself to me that night, she was drunk and she smelled of cigarettes. And-‘

The fuck? Drunk?? Cigarettes???

Jungkook blinked once, twice. And suddenly let out a string of curses. Val-noona would never do that! She doesn’t even drink! And cigarettes?? She hates the smell of that!

What the fuck is this fucking asshole saying aish-

Anastasia, his girlfriend had a statement regarding the situation. “I just don’t know why she would do that you know?” She cried, “I’ve been her fan for as long as I can remember so this is really heartbreaking to me-“

Heartbreaking my ass, Jungkook rolled his eye.

“She always moved closer to me.” The actor states, “I’d move away of course, especially when she gets touchy but she doesn’t really get it.” He added.

Gritting his teeth, Jungkook scrolled down to the comments with a frown.

: she’s such a slut lol

: dang he has a girlfriend dude. What a homewrecker

: drunk? I aint even gonna be surprised if she’s high as fuck and doin drugs lmao

: lololol rightt

: I don’t believe this!

: yeah, tf is this asshole saying? VAL-unnie hates the smell of cigarettes.

: ikr? Why tf would she be drunk and smell of cigarettes?

: lmao, idc that’s just a facade she put.

: lololol cant accept the fact that she’s such a whore? Lmaooo the proof is right here

: I’ve been her stan but.. can’t believe she’s like this

: i know right..

Jungkook huffed as he sat up, a frown on his face with his eyebrows furrowed. Biting his bottom lip, he can’t help but be worried for you. He knows you’re not like that. Call him delusional or something, but he knows. Even if he just knows you for only a few months and perhaps he was quite a young fan now—but that doesn’t make him any less of a fan.

Remembering the article on his phone, Jungkook clenched his jaw and ruffled his hair.

“Aish! That fucking bastard-“

A knock, and then a voice. “Jungkookie? Are you okay?”

Hobi-hyung. Jungkook realized, and with a huff. Jungkook treads towards the door, eyes burning with hatred as his mouth opens.

He opens the door, “Hobi-hyung! Can you believe this bastard did this to Val-noona?!” He shoved the phone screen in his face.

Hoseok blinks.

“What?”

Hoseok blinked at Jungkook—who’s currently glaring at his screen like it just stole his favorite shirt. “Alright Jungkook-ah, you should get ready for today.” Hoseok gently pushed Jungkook in and lead him in the middle.

Jungkook didn’t say anything and just continued glaring at his screen before huffing and storming to the bathroom, muttering a bunch of words Hoseok can’t hear but by the murderous look in his eyes he knows it’s not good.

Jeon Jungkook may be young and some people may call him naive for judging the basta—actor, right away but he doesn’t regret it.

Jeon Jungkook knows you. He watched you.

And Jungkook will never forgive that man.

Not when Jeon Jungkook adores you.

[ilovecliffjumpers]

:{{Rachel zegler x female reader😋😋}}:

Summary: Rachel gushes about Your relationship with her on live tv.

Warnings:None just fluff.

:{{{{disclaimer}}}:

This is my first ever imagine so please ntm on me😭😭🙏🙏. I haven't seen a lot of Rachel fanfics so I decided to make my own. So enjoy this and if you have any suggestions or advice please tell me😭😭🙏. Also I will never write for a "male reader" or a "female reader x a male actor/model", if you want that please go somewhere else. THIS IS FOR THE GAYYSSS!!

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You turned on the tv as you sat In your comfy warm bed. If it weren't for you being sick you would have to attend the met gala with your girlfriend, but thankfully you were. You really never even liked big crowds or going into big public spaces anyways. But you were forced into it as a kid as you were a child actor, now a very popular one.

You kinda felt guilty for not going with you're girlfriend but she reassured you that she would be fine and that you needed the rest anyways.

So here you are, watching tv as you see all the actresses and actors getting interviewed. You really were just waiting for you're gorgeous girlfriend to show up on the tv.

You're relationship went public a week ago when there were pictures leaked of you two kissing at a restaurant. So to make things less harder you posted a tweet about you dating Rachel and explaining things.

It didn't make things less harder.

It lead to most of your questions in the interviews about the newest movie you starred in "The Hunger games Songbirds and Snakes" to just be about you're relationship, Making you,Rachel and both of you're cast mates annoyed. So you weren't surprised if someone asked Rachel about your relationship.

You scrolled through tiktok until you heard your girlfriends voice on tv, which made you snap you're head up towards the tv. Your hands scrambling to find the remote, which magically disappeared. You were certain you missed half the interview because it took you so long to find the remote. You finally found it and turned the TVs volume up.

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The interviewer smiled at Rachel as she answered one of the questions the interviewer just asked. Rachel thanked god that she didn't get a single question about the relationship she had with you. Not that it wasn't bad that she was dating you. She was just annoyed that every single interviewer wanted to get in her business about HER relationship.

She thanked god way too soon.

The Interviewer read another question from her paper which made Rachel's smile drop but she quickly put the smile back on. But this time it was fake.

"So people have been wanting to know more about you and Y/n's relationship. I mean yes Y/n is a very popular actress starring in lots of movies and shows like yellow jackets or Hawkeye with hailee steinfeld. But we want to know more from the gorgeous, amazing woman that she is dating." The interviewer says making Rachel blush and smile nervously.

Rachel didn't really know what to say. She looked directly at the camera for a quick second knowing that you were watching so she just spoke from her heart.

"All I really have to say is that I love her a lot. I mean she's so caring and loving and that just makes me want to spend the rest of my life with her really." She says with a nervous laugh. "And I mean she was defending me a lot when of the hate was coming at me so I'm really thankful for that." Rachel says softly.

"And how come she isn't here tonight if I may ask?" The Interviewer says.

"She was sick so she couldn't come and even if she wanted I wouldn't allow her to come because she would probably get everyone sick and probably get more sick herself." She says with a soft laugh. "She's probably watching this at home right now." She looks to the camera. "So if you are, I love you so so much." She says as she smiles at the camera and looks back at the interviewer continuing the interview.

You smile to yourself as you watch the interview playing with you're fingers, blushing to yourself.

Even on tv she still finds a way to make your heart flutter.

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:this was actually my first fanfic that I posted and I feel like I did good:). REMEMBER IF YOU HAVE ADVICE OR ANYTHING TELL ME PLEASE😭😭🙏🙏🙏:

[pupuyvs]

03

(half written)

A/N italics will be the girls thoughts its just easier that way :)

Sohyun sighed as she looked at her phone, ignoring the messages sent from her friends and sister. The girls were five minutes late.

The director had asked for everyone to meet at a restaurant near the film site so they can discuss what will be expected from today’s session. While everyone had made it on time, they were still waiting for the idols, which only made Sohyun’s disdain for the industry feel more right.

Looking at her phone she felt her mood drop even more, seven minutes now. Before she can complain to her manager she hears the door to the private room open.

Two women walk in, one who she can only assume is the manager and the other, the idol.

The idol scans the room and freezes when she makes eye contact with the actress. Sohyun offers her a polite smile, the girl in return looks at her phone, types something and then puts it back in her pocket.

“This is Karina,” the idol’s manager tells the actress and her manager.

Both Sohyun and her manager stand to greet them, “This is Sohyun,” her manager tells them back.

The two girls slightly bow at each other before taking their seats.

I thought there was more of them.

“I thought she was filming for a group,” her manager asks for her, clearly also confused.

Before the director responds, Karina’s manager answers, “Karina is apart of a group, but SM likes to do solo teasers for each member. The other girls will be joining us shortly, but for today Karina will be the only one filming.”

Both nodding, Sohyun’s manager begins to eat while Sohyun turns her gaze to Karina…who is staring at her. Hard.

Sohyun can guess by the way Karina’s eyes widen and she begins to look everywhere but her that she wasn’t expecting her to catch her staring. And truthfully Sohyun would’ve been annoyed and weirded out if she didn’t find Karina so pretty.

The door opens again this time with three new girls, who Sohyun guesses are the rest of the group.

Once they are seated the director claps her hands to get everyone’s attention. “First off, I’d like to thank everyone for coming here, I know usually we don’t meet elsewhere however the staff needed a bit more time to set everything up. As everyone knows today we will be shooting Karina’s teaser. The theme of the teaser will be friendship.”

The director then begins to explain the storyline, “Our character Eunbin, played by Sohyun, and Karina are models. One day Karina kills a top director, and Eunbin finds her. The two run away but in the end are caught which leads to Eunbin giving herself up for Karina. Which will lead in to Karina getting revenge in the music video.”

The director nods when she sees the impressed looks on everyone’s face, but the only thought running through both girls mind is: this shit gay as hell.

Karina contemplates selling her soul to this director as a thank you, because she was right this storyline is gay as hell and truthfully she couldn’t be happier.

Here she is, her face being held by Sohyun, who’s of course in character but Karina isn’t paying that any mind.

She feels the fake blood from Sohyun’s hands coat her face as tears fall down Sohyun’s own.

Wow…she’s a really great actress.

Karina raises her hand and grabs onto her wrist, the fake blood on her own leave fingerprints. She feels Sohyun wipe the fake tears falling from her eyes and has to remind herself again this is just acting.

“It’s gonna be okay,” Sohyun says to her, “Me and you…we’ll run away, alright?”

Karina shakes her head. “What if they figure out it was me, what if they take me, Eunbin…we can’t just runaway from this.” Her character begins to sob now, which causes Sohyun to pull her into her chest.

Karina allows herself to close her eyes and revel in the girls warmth. She feels the vibrations in the girl chest from her speaking.

“They won’t get us if we go now,” Sohyun pulls the girl away from her chest so she can look at her…just to see that her eyes are closed. She tries not to furrow her eyebrows since the director hasn’t called cut but she can’t help but wonder what the hell the idol is doing.

Karina opens her eyes slowly, “They won’t?”

“No,” Sohyun rubs her cheek gently and Karina prays the blush only goes to her ears, “They won’t.”

Karina nods before she raises her hand to the girl’s wrist again and moves it from her face so she can intertwine their hands.

“Let’s do it then. Me and you.”

“And..cut! That’s a wrap for today, that was wonderful everyone, please give a round of applause for the girls.”

The girls hear everyone applaud as they stand up, Sohyun immediately putting distance between them, much to Karina’s disappointment.

The director heads towards them, “That was wonderful girls, we got every scene we needed. Sohyun it was a pleasure working with you and I hope someday we can again. Karina I will be seeing you soon for the music video.”

Both girls bowed as she left them, Sohyun following closely behind so she can go get cleaned off and changed. Karina opting to follow her with her eyes.

“You are so gay.”

Karina jumped and turned to see her members, all of which are laughing at what Aeri said.

“Whatever,” she responds with as she starts heading to her own dressing room to get cleaned.

“No seriously,” Minjeong says while following her, “You weren’t even hiding it, like why were your eyes closed?”

The girls start to laugh again as they enter her dressing room. “She was warm and we been working all day what do you expect?”

Minjeong simply shakes her head in response, quickly muttering “gay people” under her breath, before taking a seat next to Ningning and immediately intertwining their hands.

A comfortable silence falls over the girls as each begin to do their own thing. It only breaks when Ningning decides to ask a question.

“So..are you gonna ask for her number?”

This causes Karina to stop wiping herself with the washcloth that was placed in her dressing room for her.

“Her number?…” See while Karina is an idol, which of course requires having a lot of confidence, she was also a lesbian. Which means asking for a girl’s number, especially one you find attractive, is the equivalent to being in a Saw trap.

She looks at the members who are all staring at her expectingly.

“I don’t know guys..don’t you think it’s too sudden?”

This causes Aeri to groan, “Girl, it’s her number not marriage. If you’re so scared we’ll go with you.”

To everyone else in the world that would seem like a stupid idea, after all four people showing up to ask for one person’s number just doesn’t seem right. But to Karina? Right now that sounded perfect.

“Alright, let me finish cleaning the rest of blood off first and then we could go.”

Karina now sees why coming as a group was a dumb idea. As she and her members stand in front of Sohyun, who looks thoroughly confused, she can hear them silently laughing due to the fact she’s just been standing there silently for the past couple of minutes.

“Do you..perhaps need something,” Sohyun asks with an eyebrow raised.

“Uhh..”

Come on Karina just say can I get your number its not that hard.

“Number, get?”

This causes Ningning and Minjeong to burst out laughing, Aeri doing a better job at hiding it.

“Huh?”

Karina feels the blush rushing to her face as she clears her throat to try again, “CanIgetyournumber?”

Oh god.

Maybe Karina is meant to die alone.

“Sure.”

Maybe not!

Clearly the members are just as surprised as they all look shocked when Sohyun holds her hand out so she can receive Karina’s phone…which is still in her back pocket.

Karina pulls it out quickly, almost dropping it in the process, before handing it to the girl. She’s sure she must resemble a chihuahua with how hard she is shaking.

Sohyun offers her a kind smile when handing her phone back.

“Now if you’ll excuse me my manager is waiting for me. It was nice to meet all of you.”

Karina, still shaking, just nods and moves out her way. The rest of the girls kindly bid her goodbye, once Sohyun is out of her sight Karina looks down at the new contact and shouts in excitement.

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Fatherhood: Carmy Berzatto

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In early 2018, Carmy lived with his cousin Michelle and her long-term boyfriend, Steven. He enjoyed spending time with her before finding a SOU position at some hot shot’s new restaurant. He enjoyed his time there- at least as much as Carmy could.

After moving out of her guest bedroom, he found a decent apartment near The French Laundry. This led him to meet Amanda at a local coffee shop.

Amanda was Carmy’s polar opposite. She was a model/influencer/actress who found Carmy interesting enough during their initial meeting. Finding out he was a ‘celebrity’ chef made her pursue him. 

The two didn’t have a lot in common, but Carmy being the stupid horny 25-year-old he was, didn’t particularly mind. She was something to keep his mind busy when he wasn’t cooking.

The two hadn’t been together long when Amanda sent him a picture of a positive pregnancy test and a Venmo request for half the cost of an abortion. He couldn’t do it. His sweet Nonna’s voice echoed in his head, going on about how life began at conception and how abortion was the ultimate insult to God- he didn’t intentionally try to guilt Amanda or force her into doing anything she didn’t want to do, but listening to his sweet promises of raising a baby together was… convincing. At least at first. 

COVID shutdowns proved difficult for the two. Amanda felt like a shut-in. Carmy was getting on her nerves more and more every day. Although the pregnancy content she was getting out of this arrangement was a bankroll, Carmy turned from her hot celebrity chef boy toy to her ‘controlling’ baby daddy. Every like she got on Instagram, every brand deal, every positive comment, and well-wish almost made it worth it.

Carmy ensured she was eating well and living a relatively low-stress life. He did everything he could to make this pregnancy as smooth as possible.

Michelle was the only person he’d told about Amanda and their baby. She, of course, told Natalie and the other cousins. At first, Natalie didn’t believe her. Carmy hadn’t dated in high school, and truthfully, she wasn’t sure about the escapades he’d gotten himself into when he lived in Europe, but she couldn’t see her baby brother as some international playboy. Of course she Instagram stalked Amanda for weeks, trying to figure out their ‘relationship’ timeline. Natalie decided she hated Amanda- she’d been using her baby brother to up her own status. 

Carmy was nervous when the two found out the baby was a boy. Growing up without his Dad and Mikey as a father figure- he didn’t think he could be a Dad. He devoted hours of his life reading everything he could to prepare for this new role.

Amanda went into labor early. Thirty hours later, Wyatt Arlo Berzatto was born. Carmy was in love with him the moment he saw him.

Parenthood was more challenging than Carmy originally thought. With New York reopening, The French Laundry was determined to get back in the green. Carmy worked 14-18 hours a day, and for the remaining hours of his days, he dedicated himself to being the best Dad he could be. He had a routine for the most part. He’d take care of Wyatt’s first feeding and change him before getting some morning snuggles in. At work, he turned his brain off. He was a machine; every plate was perfect, and every chop was precise. After work, Carmy would go home to a crying baby and a crying pseudo-girlfriend. He took care of Wyatt while Amanda locked herself away in the bedroom. Carmy got used to it; he didn’t realize what was happening until it happened.

The day Amanda abandoned them was a memory burned into Carmy’s head, not because of his feelings toward Amanda but because she’d left his eight-month-old son alone for who knows how long. He walked into the apartment to hear Wyatt’s crying- it didn’t register at first; this was a different cry. It was a high-pitched, intense wailing that Carmy had never heard. He scrambled into the nursery. He wasn’t sure how long Wyatt had been crying. Carmy had scooped him up in his arms and tried his best to soothe him. Wyatt hadn’t eaten or been changed since that morning. Carmy wasn’t sure how long Amanda had left Wyatt alone; all he knew was she was gone. 

With Amanda's limited support, fatherhood had been hard enough, but it was a whole other can of worms without it. He was worried that Wyatt would be traumatized for the rest of his life because of his mother’s actions.

As soon as Carmy had finally gotten into a normal routine again, he got the call. Natalie had been bugging him to come home to visit with Wyatt. Carmy was going to ignore her call that night while he lay in bed with one of Wyatt’s feet in his face, but his gut said to answer. Mikey was gone. Carmy sobbed; he felt like he was going to throw up until he was met with a stubby finger poking his eye. 

Wyatt didn’t know what was happening, in his short life, he’d never seen his dad like this. He poked Carmy’s eye again before pushing his stuffed duck in Carmy’s direction, babbling something before screaming ��Dada’ at the top of his lungs. Carmy watched his son throw himself against his chest as tears poured from his eyes; he had to be strong for him.

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Brian’s Note: The following story originally appeared in April 2015. Most recent update is December 2020.

The Gorgeous Determination of Caitríona Balfe

Caitríona Balfe is on the move. That's been true most of her adult life— especially the 10 years she was modeling for Victoria's Secret, Dolce & Gabbana, and others—but as she sits on the rooftop patio of a West Hollywood hotel in mid-March, she mentions that she's pulling up stakes from Los Angeles.

"It just feels silly to have an empty place for 10 months until I figure out what I'm doing with my life," the Irish-born actor says. "I've rented the same place for the last four years and now I have to give it up." Her apartment is being razed to put in condos, but her departure from L.A. is extra poignant considering this is the city where Balfe journeyed when she decided to put aside that successful modeling career and focus on the vocation she'd always wanted: acting.

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"I've moved so much since I was 18," she says. "I mean, l've lived so many places. New York, I lived in for almost eight years [while modeling], and that's been the longest of anywhere since I left Ireland. But L.A. is where I came and said, 'OK, this is what I wanna do with my life.' "

She refuses to think of her move as a permanent one, though. "I'll be back," she declares, "but it feels really sad. My little apartment, it's got so many memories."

Balfe's sadness is no doubt mitigated by the fact that part of her need to move is due to the precipitous rise in her fortunes. She'll soon be flying to Scotland to shoot the second season of "Outlander," which returns to Starz April 4 to conclude Season 1.

When last we saw Balfe's Claire, the resourceful British nurse who comes home after World War |I only to be inexplicably teleported into the 18th-century Highlands, she was half-naked with a knife to her breast. Don't worry: Claire will get out of that scrape, but more perils await-to say nothing of the emerging multi-era romantic triangle developing between her, the Scottish warrior Jamie Fraser (Sam Heughan), and her 20th-century husband, Frank Randall (Tobias Menzies), who wonders where she's gone.

Based on the much-beloved Diana Gabaldon novels and developed for television by "Battlestar Galactica" rebooter Ronald D. Moore, "Outlander" is an ostensibly lush period-piece-within-a-period-piece drama that's consistently richer and thornier than its romance-novel trappings suggest. And much of the credit goes to Balfe, who had managed small parts in films such as “Super 8” and “Now You See Me” before landing the central role in this adaptation.

In person, Balfe is far less imposing than the steely Claire, who has to weather the dangers of being a woman in sexist, violent Scotland in the 1740s. Cast late in the preproduction of “Outlander”—Moore has mentioned in interviews how hard it was to find the right Claire—she didn’t have time to consider what the role would do to her life. “I’m so bad on social media," she confesses on this warm afternoon, nestled underneath a cabana. "I had set up an account on Twitter maybe a year or so before I got this job and had, I thought, a lot of followers — 250 or something, and most of them are my friends. Within about a month or two, it was thousands of people — and my phone, I didn't know how to turn off the alerts, so it was just going all the time. That was the beginning of the awareness."

Growing up in the small Irish community of Monaghan, Balfe had considered acting from an early age. ("I was devastated that I wasn't a child actor," she says, smiling. But after traveling to Dublin to study theater, she changed course once she received an offer to model. It wasn't a secret passion of hers, but who turns down a trip to Paris? "My parents felt that I should finish college," Balfe recalls, "but l'm slightly headstrong, so l took their advice and I completely ignored it."

Over the next decade, she lived in France, Italy, Germany, and Japan, her modeling inexperience hardly a detriment. "You'd be amazed how little information or training goes into it," she says. "When I first arrived in Paris, I was told to take a bus to the office. I left my suitcase — I barely spoke any French — and someone took me across the street, helped me buy a Carte Orange. They printed out five addresses that I had to go to that day, and then they sent me off." She still remembers at 18 riding the subway alongside 16-year-old aspiring Russian models, who knew no French or English, homesick and sobbing their eyes out. "That was just the way it was," says Balfe. "You become pretty tough. When I went to Japan, it was similar: They would drive you to their castings, but the minute you got a job, it would be like, 'Here's an address, here's a map. Good luck.' They don't have signposts in English in Japan, so the map and the address are not always very helpful."

Hear Balfe recount her early misadventures in modeling and you can't help but think of Claire, who's equally thrown to the wolves once she arrives in the 18th century amid people wary of the English in general and assertive women in particular. "Honestly, l've been in so many situations in my life where you just are completely displaced," Balfe says. “You have to adapt very quickly and figure it out. I definitely think that informs Claire a lot. It helped me understand her."

Did moving to Paris at such a young age teach Balfe that she can cope in any circumstance? "I think I didn't really realize that until many years later," she replies. "I have a great knack of not thinking about things and just going for it. You learn the hard way sometimes that you're able to get through, but sometimes it's quite tough when you're in a situation where you don't know anyone and you're trying to find your way around cities. But if an opportunity presents itself and it seems like a good idea, l'm just like, 'OK, let's do it, then I'll figure it out.'”

The decision to reconnect with her acting ambitions was conducted just as boldly. Ready to quit modeling, she moved to Los Angeles because a writer she was dating lived there. He was the only person she knew, but she had read a Vanity Fair interview with Amy Adams in which she said she trained with Warner Loughlin. "I could walk to that place from my ex-boyfriend's house," she says, "so l was like, 'Well, I'm gonna go there because I can't really drive. I started from scratch. I didn't have any managers, I didn't know any agents, I hadn't acted in almost a decade." But she just kept taking classes, moving from Loughlin to the studios of Sanford Meisner and Judith Weston. "I think when I first got here, I had a nice little air of delusion: 'It's gonna work out,'" she says with a laugh. “You just don't know how."

And then came "Outlander." By email, Moore admits that he didn't know Balfe's work until her audition tape came unsolicited to his office from her agent. Once she was chosen for Claire, he made it clear how demanding the job would be. “I told her in our first meeting that this was going to be an even bigger responsibility and workload than the normal TV lead," he writes. "Because the story was being told from Claire's point of view, Cait was going to be in every scene, every day for months, which is an extraordinary amount of work, far beyond what most actors are ever asked to do."

Moore's warning didn't faze Balfe. Writes Moore, "After she met with the president of Starz... and it was clear that she was going to land the role, I walked her to the elevator and just before the doors closed on her, I said 'Your life is about to change forever,' and she gave me a grin that was both thrilled and slightly nervous. I never saw her hesitate after that."

She's never hesitated before. As Balfe prepares to say goodbye to L.A. (for now, she thinks back to her early days in the city, trying to convince casting directors that she was more than just a model. "I went on many, many, many, many auditions that were Hot Girl No. 2 — you wanna shoot yourself," she says, laughing. "But, you know, I'm very lucky that l was even getting those auditions in the beginning. And it toughens you up. At least for me, to have that fuel to prove people wrong—it definitely spurs me on and makes me wanna work harder." Then she smiles conspiratorially. "And shove it to them."

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Remember… I told her in our first meeting that this was going to be an even bigger responsibility and workload than the normal TV lead. — Ronald D Moore