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duke-duke-the-cuc · 3 years ago

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The Rock: Part Five: No Body, No Crime

(part one, part two, part three, part four)

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The Girlbosses soon move their discussion to Kim’s house, which Kanye lives across from, and begin to plan how to get rid of John and Pete for good.

“We could try talking to them…or at least Claire and Leila…” Anna says, looking around for the others' reactions. Leila and Claire look at each other knowing exactly what needs to be done.

“Nah, we literally just have to kill them,” Claire states.

After a little while of everyone throwing out ideas of how to kill John and Pete, The Girlbosses finally come to an agreement on the perfect method and spend the next few hours developing a plan around it.

Their plan involves setting up a party, so the next day the Girlbosses sneak into a college computer lab to create the invitations. After some quick recon on campus, they decide to stage the party as a frat party thrown by the worst, most disgusting and evil fraternity. Using some random graphic design program already installed on the college computers, they begin crafting the invitations.

For inspiration, Claire looks up frat party invitations on google images. “Okay, so it looks like the typical theme is America and beer so what if we write like ‘Epic American Beer Party, bring your own flag if you’re cool!’ or something,” she jokes.

Leila laughs, “Ooh, or like ‘Alpha Alpha frat party, free entry for women who show their tits.’”

Taylor is laughing so hard she’s trying to catch her breath, “And the men will totally fall for it.”

“Oh yeah, John will definitely love that,” Anna agrees.

Kim, however, does not join in their amusement. She rolls her eyes, “You are not taking this seriously. It’s like nobody wants to work these days.” Then she gets up and dramatically storms out.

“Um…okay, anyways…” Claire says, beginning to type out the invitations.

They set the party date for next Friday to give themselves time to set up the rest of their plan. While Claire, Leila, Tayor, and Anna work hard to set things up, Kim has been completely ghosting them. After a few days of not hearing from Kim, the rest of the Girlbosses decide to assume that she’s just totally ditched them and work on inviting some of their other famous friends to make sure this party is still going to be legit.

Kim’s POV

After I heard Leila and Claire’s story about how they got powers, I couldn’t just sit around on my ass all day, I needed to get to work. Hearing their plans on how to take down John and Pete literally made me so sad because I’m so much better than them. John and Pete are mine to kill now, so I thought back to all of the men I’ve killed and I decided it would be so much easier to get the job done without the other girls if I had powers too.

I went over to my expensive computer and went into a secret browser only famous people have, to find Tony and Harry. Instantly a website popped up called harryandtonymagic.org and I knew that was just what I was looking for. I scrolled through the site and read ALL about their mission to give every powerful person magical powers. Quickly, I scrolled to the bottom of the page to find any address I could find them at, but there was nothing except a weird link. Feeling brave I decided to click it because I’m a rich and famous icon. The second I clicked I was transported into the living room of a small mansion and figured if they sucked me into my computer they’ll come to me.

A few minutes went by in complete silence until I heard footsteps coming down the hall. The footsteps grew closer so I decided to stand up and look fierce. From the hallway appeared Tony Stark and Harry Potter in matching pjs, both of them covered in hickeys. Their eyes met mine with a look of confusion and shock.

“OH….we weren’t expecting anyone….you must uh…be from the link,” Tony stuttered

“Absolutely I am, and I’m here because I love your mission to make powerful people more powerful.”

Tony and Harry looked at one another and back at me as if I wasn’t here the whole time waiting for a response.

“Ah yes…so you’ve read the site, well come with us…I guess.”

Tony started down the hallway with Harry following close behind him whispering things I couldn’t really hear but I didn’t care, I was about to get powers and get my way. We got to the end of the hall to a locked door that looked super old and like not in the cute vintage way. Harry grabbed out his magic stick and said some nonsense words and the door swung open. The door revealed one of those rooms from Fifty Shades of Grey but like way more kinky? Tony walked over to start up the equipment while Harry was preparing the table. Harry waved me over to the table and laid me down. He began to connect wires and tubes to my head and right before I could say anything I blacked out.

My eyes fluttered open to a crazy bright light, causing me to shut my eyes again. I started to adjust and opened my eyes again to see that I was outside! The crazy light was just the sun. I started to remember what happened before I knocked out and realized those crazy people tried to kill me, Kim Kardashian. A rage filled me when I realized I was scammed, so I did what any normal person would do in a time of rage, lifted up a tree and threw it. After I threw the tree I thought about how I possibly did that, could it be all the weights I lifted? Or did they really give me powers? Without hesitation I ran out of the forest I was in to find my home so I could plot my attack.

I decided it would be easiest if I had Pete in my sights so I invited him over to ask a certain question. He arrived shortly after I called because he’s a simp like all men, and we sat down to talk.

“Pete I love you more than anything ever, even more than my kids, you’re so emo and punk, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted,” I told him. He looked at me hopefully with his empty eyes.

“Will you make me the happiest Kardashian and move into my huge mansion my ex husband bought and made me?”

The room was silent until Pete jumped up from his seat and squealed like a little girl. I obviously knew his answer was yes so I moved onto the next step in my plan. Getting him to go along with it would be easy, doing it however, not so easy.

The day before the party, I started telling him how sexy the branding of my name was on him and how I wanted to get one of his name but I needed to know where he got it done. He told me the name of the guy in a second and wrote down the address too. Now was my chance to go.

As I approached the building, I held tightly onto my bag because I was in downtown LA, it is NOT safe. I opened the door and found a whole variety of things to brand people with. I talked with the man and bought a few. He told me how to use them all and said to be careful but he didn’t realize I’m literally magical now. I knew going home tonight would be too risky so I told Pete I was taking my private jet to a tropical island so he would have the house to himself, knowing exactly what that would lead to.

I woke up to my alarm, my ex-husband's song Eazy, and was instantly prepared to kill and beat Pete Davidson’s ass. I gathered all my things and headed to my private jet. Today is the day. The jet took off and we headed to the party. I texted Pete to make sure he was ready and of course he was not so he texted back saying he would be ready right away. I am so glad I’m killing this man.

When the jet landed I quickly got up and made my way off. While I walked down the stairs I noticed Pete was waiting for me by the limo, now was as good a time as ever to get this over with. He started running to me like a dog and hugged me once I was within arms length.

“I missed you so much Pete, I have a surprise for you,” I started, in a sing-song voice. He started jumping up and down and screaming like a little girl and stopped once he saw me reach for my bag. I pulled out the bigger branding of my name from my purse and he gasped.

“OH MY GOD BABEEEEEE, HOW DID YOU KNOW I WANTED ANOTHER ONE?” he ripped his shirt and laid down instantly, this was going to be easier than I thought. I brought out the torch from my bag and started to heat it up. Once it was radiating heat from really far away I knew it was done. I shut the torch off and went straight up to him and shoved it in his chest, which went straight through his skin and branded his heart. He was dead within seconds and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Before I left I noticed his eyes had writing on them saying ‘fuck Kanye’. So glad I don’t have to deal with him anymore. I cleaned myself up and made my way to the party. Next up, John Mulaney.

Unknown POV

The rest of the Girlbosses arrive at the party, which is already in full swing, just like they’d planned it. Celebrities and frat bros alike are partying it up on the boat. Hank Green and Indiana Jones are making out. They spot John Mulaney among the crowd, but there’s no sign of Pete Davidson or Kim Kardashian yet.

Kim finally shows up a few minutes later. Claire approaches her, “Hey�� Where have you been? And where’s Pete?”

“Oh, Pete’s dead,” Kim states, “I literally just killed him like ten minutes ago.”

“What about our plan, though?”

“My plan was better.”

“Okay, whatever,” Claire rolls her eyes and rejoins the rest of the team.

Since everyone they’d planned for was now onboard, Taylor starts to drive the boat out of the harbor and on to the ocean. Once they’re out in deep waters, their plan truly begins.

Who Run The World (Girls) by Beyonce starts playing and the Girlbosses all look at each other. This is their signal. They all simultaneously start running at John Mulaney. John instantly jumps and begins to run.

Suddenly the song changes, interrupting their vibe. Kim Kardashian has taken over the DJ booth and has started playing Boss Bitch by Doja Cat instead. Both the Girlbosses and John Mulaney stop in their tracks.

“Kim, what the fuck?” John says.

“Well, this was the song I imagined killing you to in my head,” Kim states.

They don’t even get the chance to argue with her before Hank Green decides to knock her over and change the song back to Beyonce.

“Thanks Hank!” Leila says, and the Girlbosses resume their chase.

They chase John up onto the deck. Anna delivers the first punch, her fist cracking across her ex’s face. She keeps beating on him, pushing him back towards the railing. He puts up a struggle, but he’s no match for Anna. Once his back is against the railing, Anna shoves him over the edge.

John falls into the water with a splash. When he surfaces, he looks at the Girlbosses incredulously. “You idiots know I can swim right?”

Claire approaches the railing. She stares him dead in the eyes and uses her mind powers. “Actually, you can’t.”

John immediately begins to flounder, splashing frantically and ineffectively at the waves. Taylor then turns the boat around and drives it right over him. The boat’s propeller chops him into tiny pieces. The water around the boat is tinged red with his blood.

“Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was 15,” Taylor says.

“No body, no crime,” Anna agrees.

The Girlbosses all return to the party. I’m a Believer by Smash Mouth begins to play and everyone simultaneously breaks into a dance number, the choreography coming together through an indescribable shared instinct.

Ah. This is where I, Lin Manuel Miranda, come in. Using my godly powers, I appear in the middle of the dance floor as the musical number stops. My boyfriend, the god Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson appears beside me.

“Behold,” I say, “It’s me, Lin Manuel Miranda. I am your god. I have been telling your story all this time.”

THE END… OR IS IT?

#john mulaney #taylor swift #anna marie tendler #kim kardashian #tony stark #harry potter #tony x harry #tony stark x harry potter #lin manuel miranda #the rock #dwayne johnson #Dwayne The Rock Johnson #lin manuel miranda x the rock #fanfic #crackfic #hank green #hank green x indiana jones #self insert

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scribble-blog · 5 years ago

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Soulmate AU part 5!!

First • Previous • Here • Next

Tim growled as he kept searching. There were no messages sent from Paris in the last five years in the League’s database. There weren’t any mention of a Hawkmoth, a Ladybug, or a Chat Noir in any news site. As far as he could tell, the girl had been lying to him almost entirely.

Except that she was Damian’s soulmate. And there was no faking the sheer exhaustion in her eyes when she spoke about Paris being besieged for the last four years.

And his gut was telling him to keep looking.

After an hour, and switching his location so he appeared to be operating out of France, he finally found two leads- one, a juvenile blog that had some questionable information interspersed with straight up tabloid trash, and the other an app, which he eagerly downloaded to his phone, waiting.

Finally the app popped up, showing a little Ladybug icon, and he clicked it. LadyBugOut! Sprung to life on his screen, and he perused the small icons. Small and stylized animals, a ladybug, a black cat, a bee, a turtle, a fox, a snake, a dragon, a peacock, and a butterfly. From what he remembered of his chat with Marinette, one of the heroes was Ladybug, so he clicked it.

It showed him a long line of posts, mostly videos. The girl in them was short, with dark blue-black hair and bright blue eyes, and a glaringly red and black spotted suit and mask.

“Salut, Paris! Back again with an update and a few things to address regarding the recent akuma, Lady Silence.”

He flicked to the next one.

“Salut, Paris, I’m here with Reine Abeille today,” the camera moves to another hero in yellow and black, blond hair in a high bun as opposed to Ladybug’s pigtails. “You’ve all sent in quite a few questions, and we wanted to take the time to respond today!”

“Salut, Paris! Just a quick update, I know many of you have been wondering about the recent addition to our team, Viperion.”

“Salut, Paris. I’d like to start this video with a moment of silence and recognition for the 73 lives lost in the recent attack by-“

Tim pauses it. A team of four, possibly more heroes? Perhaps nine to match the icons? A publicly revered and loved hero, to the point where she does question and answers with them. A villain that caused a death toll of seventy three people less than a month ago.

How in the world could they have missed this?

“By Evilutionist. We ask that if you know one of these victims you reach out to them and offer a hand, a hug, or even just a smile as they go about their days.”

He leant back in his chair, bewildered. Lives lost, but still there to be comforted, and going about their lives?

He got up to go find another cup of coffee. He was starting to understand how long his night was going to be.

Before he started watching through the whole long list of posts, he checked the other tabs. The black cat had a map that was currently inactive, but also logs of past maps detailing a red line, a purple line, and a larger area shaded in grey. They were labeled accordingly, Ladybug’s Path, Akuma’s Path, and Area of Attack/Destruction.

There were hundreds of maps logged.

The Bee contained large organized lists of homes and businesses that had registered as safe shelters during akuma attacks, a compilation of helplines and websites where you could learn more about staying safe during an attack, how to stay prepared and aware, and what necessities to keep stocked in cases of longer term akuma attacks.

The Fox seemed open to the public, where they could present their own posts alongside Ladybug’s about good, happy things.

The Turtle was a series of videos and posts about relaxation, meditation, coping, and self-care that could build the emotional strength to resist akumas.

The Dragon was a series of videos featuring another superhero- he assumed it was the Dragon themed one- and Ladybug, demonstrating self defense techniques and other strategies for avoiding, outrunning, fighting, or otherwise protecting yourself from akumas.

The Snake was, to his surprise, just a series of playlists, seemingly cultivated by each hero.

The Peacock held another map, also inactive, until the app chimed loudly. As he watched, a notification popped up, similar to an Emergency Alert System notification, that said in all capitals, AKUMA ATTACK.

He pressed the X on it, and watched as the Black Cat symbol seemed to glow green. He switched back, and the map was now accessible, a purple dot glowing near the Eiffel Tower. It started moving, and the shaded grey filled in around it, following the dot. He turned back to his computer and started searching frantically for some sort of news coverage. After a minute, he found a Facebook profile and opened it, and someone’s livestream was rolling.

He looked back at his phone to see that the red Ladybug dot had appeared near the edge of the grey, closing in on the purple dot. The livestream drew him back. It showed an apartment view of the Seine, and the road of broken detritus that trailed behind the akuma’s path.

“-Quel connard ne passe pas une bonne nuit alors, je suppose, mais honnêtement, cela ne devrait pas être mon problème.” The camera flipped to the face of a tired woman. “J’ai du travail en quatre heures et je ne me suis endormi que trois heures plus tôt, mais un trou du cul supersonique fait voler en éclats les fenêtres de gauche et de droite.” The camera flipped again, showing not the view but the clearly broken window. “Baise ça, mec, j'essaye de DORMIR,”

-some asshole isnt having a good night then, i guess, but honestly that shouldnt be my problem. ive got work in four hours and i only fell asleep three hours ago but some supersonic asshole is shattering windows left and right. fuck this, dude, im trying to SLEEP,

The feed went silent as the akuma lunged back into view down by the water. It was a large red woman, with wires that sprouted from her and trailed along like muscles, enhancing what seemed to be the speakers that her body was made of.

He could see her open her mouth and roar, right as a smaller red figure bounded in, dodging the concentrated sound blast and grabbing something from around her neck and snapping it in half.

The woman on the street reverted in a flash of light to a more normal appearance, and Tim watched awestruck as Ladybug tossed her yo-yo into the air and shouted something.

The wave of light that spread outward was dazzling, lighting up Paris�� night sky. In front of the camera, as the light washed over the holder, their window was suddenly whole and unbroken again. The street beneath was clean.

“Merci, Ladybug,” the tired narrator muttered. “Bonne nuit.”

The camera shut off.

Tim stared, awestruck.

“She fixes it all,” he breathed. “That’s why she was talking about people being alive after they die, they come back to life. She fixes all the damage. It probably destroys most records of the damage as well.”

The app was accessible because of her direct part in making it, he would assume. He saved the video.

Time to get Bruce.

TAGLIST:

@the-fusionist @rebecarojas07 @lowandco @kotaleartzu @resignedcatservant @alenee13 @mystery-5-5 @ladybug-182 @actual-disaster-human @loysydark @rumbelle18 @magic-miraculous @vixen-uchiha @athena452 @mochegato @ash-amg @worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry @thestressmademedoit @sassakitty @doriebell @toodaloo-kangaroo @myazael @theatreandcomicfreak @mer-mel @dahjokester @northernbluetongue @abrx2002 @area51qt @jessigurl-design @renscorpio @cici-schnee @multplelifes @redscarlet95 @razzledazzle247 @rosep16 @emotionalsupportginger @kceedraws @tired-butterfly @kuroko26 @catthhay @moonystars14 @shamefullove @shreky-boi @imanerddealwith @chaosace @captainmac6 @purple-people-eaters-productions @crazylittlemunchkin @weird-pale-blonde-person @bigpicklebananatree

#maribat #daminette #daminette soulmates #soulmate au #fanfic

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cafe-mew-mew · 3 years ago

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RIBBON LETTUCE RUSH !

hey there !! i’m mod lettuce! my pronouns/names are here, but on this blog, you can just call me lettuce! check under the cut for extra info (๑ᴖ◡ᴖ๑)♪

୨ᗢ୧・sources !! ♡♡

ー tokyo mew mew

ー k-on

ー danganronpa

ー genshin impact

ー doki doki literature club

ー glitter force/smile precure

꒰ 🌿 ”♡ ~ what i do !!

ー icons

　ー reply, matching, pride, manga, and regular!

ー headers

　ー specify site, i default to tumblr!

ー layouts (again, specify site, tumblr default)

ー wallpapers

　ー specify size or device!

ー character themed pronouns

ー urls

ー stimboards

ꖛ﹕blacklist ﹏⭓

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ー kin requests for :

　ー sayu genshin impact

　ー yui hirasawa

　ー kaede akamatsu

　　ー please put “lettuce don’t look” at the beginning of your ask if requesting this from other mods

ー the following characters x men :

　ー tenko chabishira

　ー mahiru koizumi

　ー hiyoko saionji

‧₊˚♡ଓ﹕whitelist!₊˚ฅ

ー any of the k-on band members

ー nodaka manabe

ー chihiro fujisaki

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ー kaedehara kazuha

ー sagonimiya kokomi

ー lily/glitter peace/cure peace

✦✦꒰꒰ about me!! ₊☆★˚๑

hihi hello there!! i’m mod lettuce!! i’m yui hirasawa, sayu (gi), and kaede akamatsu irl!!! i love magical girl and slice of life anime (in fact, glitter force, tmm, and k-on are the only animes ive ever watched in full)! i also love danganronpa and genshin impact (⌒▽⌒) my prns are at the top aaaaand thats pretty much it.

that’s all !!

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hisdarlinggrace-a · 4 years ago

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You must be part bloodhound, my dear Grace

Basics

Character: Grace Hatter/Paige Thatcher

Faceclaim: Elle Fanning

Age: 18

Canon Divergent | Indie RP | OUAT RP

Enchanted Forest Storyline

When Grace Hatter was ten years old, her father disappeared without a trace. She waited days for him, weeks, months, years, and he never came back. Grace had to resort to her own ways of survival: harvesting mushrooms like her father, bartering, and even the occasional stealing. The young girl with the skills of a “bloodhound”, as her father claimed, became rather good at pickpocketing through the very marketplace her and her father used to go to. Finagling coins from oblivious pockets, pretending to consider items at the booths as her fingers dug into an unsuspecting purse or coat, became a routine part of Grace’s life as she grew older, a life of mischief and petty theft. It was a humorous reflection of the pasts of her parents that she never learned about. Would Papa want this for her? Honestly? Probably not. She knew he wouldn’t want to see his dear Grace scavenging around for supplies and money, but he left her. He abandoned her for no reason, as far as she knew, so she had to do what it took to survive.

It didn’t take long before Grace turned from a swift handed girl to a thieving young woman, beginning to take the mission of bringing her father back seriously. She had always dreamed of lucky magic as a child, of her father reappearing with a simple wish on a star, but night after night after night of wishing and wishing led to absolutely no results. And that was when Grace truly knew she was on her own.

But now that she was an adult, more aware of the darkness around her, Grace began dabbling in magic, even the darkest kinds, in order to bring her father back. She went to any shop with the word “magic” attached to it. She asked elderly wanderers and young psychics. She devoured every book, every scroll, every word she could read. They all told her “You can’t bring someone back from the dead,” but Grace knew her father wasn’t dead. Somewhere, deep inside, she felt that he was out there alive and it didn’t matter whether he was still searching for her or had forgotten. Grace Hatter was going to find her father, no matter what.

Essential Info: Grace is now eighteen years old, searching for any magic user that can possibly help her find her father. She’s desperate and willing to give or do anything to see him again. Use this to your character’s advantage if you wish. However, she’s dwelling in the possibility that he abandoned her and is off living a much better, affluent life with a happy family. Sort of a textbook Slytherin, full of relentless ambition and will do anything to achieve her goals.

Storybrooke Storyline (Under Construction)

During First Curse

Paige Thatcher was born and raised in Storybrooke. With a comfy home and loving parents, she wanted for nothing, but something always seemed missing. Photo albums kept in the house only went back to her being around ten years old. Any older photos were nowhere to be found and her parents supposed they must’ve been lost in a flood caused by a horrible rain storm years ago. Paige was forced to believe them even if she couldn’t remember the storm happening like she should be able to.

In her later teen years, Paige has taken the guise of junior reporter to dig into Storybrooke’s past and the memories of the residents. Just how far do their memories go? Does anyone remember her being a small child even if no records exist?

Wanted Writings

The Temptation of Magic: Grace has been searching for her father for years now and she’s starting to turn to magic, magic of any kind, to try and find him. Your character possesses magic that can maybe, maybe not help Grace track her father down. Will your character offer to help her? Is it for a price?

Reunion By Less Than Desired Means: Grace has delved too deep into dark magic but with joyous results: her father is back! She always knew she would find him one day and now, she finally did it! But there’s something off, Jefferson can tell, because even if his daughter is eight years older, he can still tell when she’s hiding something and judging from the surprising way he arrived, it’s not good.

A Deal is a Deal: Grace made a deal with your character to help find her father. Whether it be through magic or other means, Grace is indebted to your character for assistance in finding Jefferson. But just how far does this deal go?

Past Suspicions: Paige can’t find any pictures of her before the age of ten and this so called “big rain storm” that happened is nowhere to be found in town records. It’s been passed off as “Oh, well Maine gets a lot of storms. We don’t record them all,” but Paige never believed them. This verse takes place during the First Curse and Paige is on the search for evidence, skeptical of just how trustworthy the town is.

Above Ideas Don’t Fit Your Fancy/Character? Just DM Me! We can think of something that works!

OOC Information

Hello! My name is Erin, I am 19 years old, she/her pronouns, and I am the writer for this little blog here! I have been roleplaying for 9 years and I am very excited to bring this rendition of Grace to life. She is a bit different from canon, but I just thought this would be such a fun idea to write so here I am. This is a sideblog so any follows will happen from @lioncubofcintra ! If you want to discuss roleplaying and stuff, just message me here and I can give you my Discord info if you want to discuss more about plotting or closed threads!

I live in the Central Standard Time Zone and I currently am a college student who has a part time job, hence my lack of constant presence on Tumblr. However, I am on the site for a good few hours every day so responding should be no issue for me!

If we do roleplay together, I would prefer us using gifs or icons and cutting our replies so there are two on every post, but that is just a preference and definitely not required! I also vary in roleplay styles but I can usually match whatever I am given to work with! Though, paragraph style RPs do happen to be my favorite. I usually stick with one paragraph to four/five depending on if we match Vibes.

Anyway, please feel free to message me if you want to discuss roleplaying or if you have any questions! I am so excited to write for this lovely, albeit slightly misguided, ray of sunshine. Thanks so much!! <3

#grace hatter #ouat rp #indie rp #indie ouat rp #ouat #ouat grace #once upon a time #once upon a time rp #ouat roleplay

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crispyimagines17 · 5 years ago

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“GOSSIP GIRL: Summertime Madness“ (Chapter 2).

Summary: Gossip Girl, your one and only social media source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s Elite. Things begin to stagger at the Upper East Side with the return of Alana Howarth and the unexpected arrival of Timothée Chalamet, a European handsome boy and rising ruler who has come for Alana; ignoring that NYC already has an heir and prince in its realm, Tom Holland. Secrets, romance, drama and lots of champagne are our daily bread. You know you love me, XOXO.

Originally based on: R’s & CrispyImagines writers’ idea.

Written by: @crispyimagines17

CAST:

Tom Holland

Timothée Chalamet

Noah Centineo as Noah Humphrey

Kiernan Shipka as Kiernan Archibald

Disclaimer: This fiction is set on our days (2019). Gossip Girl is now all over social media, Twitter and Instagram being the best sites to find hot tea. Also, for those who may ask what happens with Serena, Blair, Chuck, Dan, Nate and the original cast, they’re now grownups who set the reign and have left it for new generations.

Author’s Note: Just enjoy it while it lasts, guys. Thank you to all those supportive souls who sent their good vibes via ask or DM <3 especially to Napofthesoul, your words really meant a lot, sweetie.

Previous Chapters: 1: “New York, New York”

Masterpost

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Morning, Upper East Siders. Time to wake up from bad dreams and face a new day. Though, if you’re a queen just arriving at your realm after time abroad and with two royals fighting for you, looks like things could get uglier in the morning.

Her eyelids hesitated to open at the touch of sunrays coming from a window. Her body was paying off yesterday’s red wine glasses. But she didn’t regret it after thinking about the dramatic performance at the terrace. If anything could’ve calmed her late nerves to see the two men in the same city, and much worse in the same place, that was wine.

“Oh shit”

Alana exhaled loudly as she sat up on the bed at a slow pace for not worsen her nausea. Her hand stretched out to reach her phone. The clock read 10 a.m. It was a miracle her mother hadn’t sent Mishka, her maid and Dorota’s nephew, to her bedroom yet.

But as if thinking of her called her up, Mrs. Howarth and Mishka opened the door seconds later.

“Oh Alana, I almost forgot you were here.”

“Thank you for that, mother.” She rolled her eyes.

Margot eyed from head to toe at her messy daughter for a second before taking her attention back to her smartphone.

“Dress up. We’re running late for the Holland’s annual golf match”

“Mother. I am not going.”

In a single move, Alana stood up from bed to face her mother with a frown. But the cold woman cut her off.

“You are. End of discussion.”

“I agreed to attend your last night’s party. But this is much more”

Her vibrant blue eyes stared straight into her daughter’s as she kept her phone inside her purse.

“You wanted to be back, don’t you? And your grandma’s Charity Foundation would not rise again if you refuse to attend events and show your deep interest on getting more investors.” Margot made a brief pause, but nothing came out of Alana’s mouth. She smirked at her silence. “I’ll be on the limo. Hurry up”

The Howarth girl did as told unwillingly, not before unlocking her phonescreen; one lost call and 4 messages from Timothée. Nothing from Tom. Alana pursed her lips. Maybe her long-time friend understood the message and made peace.

Or at least that’s what she hoped.

* * * * * *

The sun shined bright and clear. A perfect Saturday morning for those lucky souls with no strings and ready to live. Veuve Clicquot Garden looked just as she remembered. It felt so Upper East Side. It smelt like money.

As soon as a waiter approached her, she asked him for a glass of wine. It might be 11:00 a.m., but Breakfast at Tiffany’s with orange juice wasn’t a possibility.

“Oh Alana, my dear.”

“Mrs. O’Brien!”

An elegant grandmother with certainly more class than the British Queen herself stared at her and pulled her into an embrace. The woman who, as her godmother Blair Waldorf, had thought her everything she needed to know about life and this sick elite society.

“My darling, you look wonderful!”

“And you look younger, if I may say so.” Alana exclaimed with a joyful smile over her face.

“Oh, enough” She giggled. “So, what have you been up to, Lana?”

“Europe, recently. But I’m back now. What about you?”

“South Sudan. There’s a terrible situation happening for children there.” The old woman briefly fixed her eyes in the ground with a sad expression. “But of course, the Holland’s believe things can get managed with Golf Match so, shall we?”

Both approached the lunch table to pick some fruit and Alana stayed in silence for a couple seconds until Lilian O’Brien spoke again.

“Christ, I used to enjoy these events very much.”

“Now you don’t?”, Alana frowned as she followed her inside the white tent.

“I still do, dear. What changed was that I don’t only care for my social status anymore, I care about others too.”

Alana seemed to be deeply digesting her words as she nodded. But her analysis was interrupted by a curly mass of hair stepping into the garden followed by the Bass family; Chuck and Blair.

“May you excuse me?”

“Go, Lana. Go”, the old woman nodded gently in a soft attempt to encourage the young girl.

“Was truly a pleasure, Mrs. O’Brien”

Until that very instance, Alana hadn’t paid attention to the music playing in the background because her ears were used to Frank Sinatra’s voice. But when Timothée’s eyes met hers, Etta James’ voice invaded her and suddenly, the scene looked taken from a romantic comedy film.

‘This gotta be a fucking joke’, Alana whispered to herself.

Meanwhile, the European man wearing the latest Berluti’s white design walked towards her. Perhaps aware of the song’s effect, because his steps seemed to be perfectly synchronized with the tune.

“Morning, sunshine.” Timothée said with the same charming smile that made her knees weak.

As soon as he stood before her, Alana thought they’d be dancing or passionately kissing as in an Audrey Hepburn’s films. But they didn’t. A helicopter landing sound interrupted the magic moment, bringing both souls back to reality. Etta James’ voice had faded giving way to Nina Simone’s strong classy style.

‘Am I in Broadway?’

The It-girl frowned sarcastically at the coincidence. The helicopter’s door opened, and Dominic Holland greeted with one hand before helping his wife to step on ground.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Hollands.”

Claps showered the iconic family. Tom was the last to step down. And for Alana’s surprise, his eyes fixed on hers for a millisecond until he turned his head at the crowd welcoming him. Although she tried not to, a part inside her kind of broke when he looked away this time.

But Timothée noticed it; she had blinked twice and finished the glass of wine in one gulp right after Tom joined his family for the magazine picture.

And Chalamet only scowled at his adversary with pursed lips as he posed for the cameras.

* * * * *

The golf match had begun with the Holland boys playing the first holes. Tom won every single one of them. He was good at this; polo and golf were his favorite sports.

Alana and Timothée were sitting along the Bass. At first, they sat there because of Blair, but then she learned that Timothée had followed her because of Chuck. Although Chuck Bass wasn’t anything else than just her godmother’s husband, it shocked her the fact that Timothée had never told her he was related to him.

And she wondered why he’d hide it.

“Well, it’s Chuck’s turn to smack golf’s yard”

Blair Waldorf said with that elegant smile of hers as Bass moved the chair to let his wife stood up. She picked her purse and looked at her goddaughter.

“Your godfather Nate is coming, dear. Tell him to wait for us.”

“Sure, Aunt Blair.” Alana nodded forcing a smile.

Alone in the table, the two millionaire youngsters shared a brief moment of awkward silence filled only by the crowd sound and murmurs of polite laughs in near tables.

Timothée doubted on say something but his heart couldn’t bear her strange behavior, making him sip his drink and swallow hard.

“Are you okay, Alana?”, he inquired in a more worried tone than he’d liked.

The Howarth girl frowned nonchalantly as she brought a vegetarian pressed Italian little sandwich into her mouth and chewed on it carefree before answering.

“I am. Perfectly. Just wondering when were you going to tell me you’re a Chalamet-Bass?” She asked still in a nonchalant mode as if talking about the weather, without facing him. “He’s the real reason you’re here, isn’t it?”

He turned his torso and laid his arm over his chair’s back to completely look at her.

“He’s not, they invited me. And I knew you’d be here.”

His voice was softer this time. Alana kept sitting straight as she glanced the garden, whatever but his eyes.

“When you messaged me last night asking to see me and talk, I never expected you’d go for my godmother’s help.”

“Even she can tell why I am in New York.”

“Bass Industries is a good reason.”

Timothée leaned just a few inches closer to her.

“I didn’t mention him because we said ‘the past is in the past’”

Alana shut her eyes in contained frustration for a second before turning her head to meet his eyes.

“But he’s not past. He’s present!”

“So is Tom Holland.” He said in the same calmed velvety tone as before.

Her whole face went pale with the mere mention of his name and her lips parted yet speechless.

“He told me everything at yesterday’s party”, Timothée continued.

Neither of them uttered a word for a few seconds. The sound of applauses and shouts of celebration for the winner echoed from behind.

Alana’s weak expression was replaced by a serious one. She looked away and grabbed her purse.

“Then we’re even.”

“It’s not that”, Chalamet began to elaborate but she cut him off right after standing up from her seat.

“You know? I really wanted this thing between us worked out”

And she walked away of the white tent in that elegant way of hers, praying that he wouldn’t follow her.

But he did, meeting her just halfway to the lavatories. Again, they were face to face. His eyes were almost watery, and the desperation now reflected over his persona.

“What you wanted me to do if not come here? Can you imagine how I felt? You left 2 days after graduation!”

Her eyes almost went watery too at the sound of his broken voice seeking for answers. Though, she swallowed the lump in her throat and crossed her arms over her chest with pursed lips.

“And so, what?”

“Never really got a chance to talk things out”

“We’ve got nothing to say, Timothée.” She responded forcing a smile with pain in her tone as a tear fell down her cheek. “You were always out in parties to ‘find producers’ for your director’s debut in film business”

“When you learned about my crazy past and reputation, I told you I was about to leave it for my Art… And for you”

“And you did?”

“I tried.” Timothée looked away, smoothing his hair back with one hand in an attempt to hold tears inside before locking eyes with Alana again. “But…”

Though, as soon as she heard the same word that had begun past fights between them, Alana exhaled loudly and showed a tired expression.

“Sure, Chalamet. Now please, stop. Let’s be friends and that’s it. Carpe Diem.”

“Don’t come me with the Carpe Diem thing. I’m here because…”

“Timothée, please. We tried a couple of times, and all went to trash. Just…”

But she added no more. Instead, her body turned to follow her heels somewhere far from there.

Timothée sighed as he let her go this time, not being aware that a pair of brown eyes were glued on him with rage injected on them.

****

Tom had won against Chuck Bass. Everyone cheered and congratulated his victory, even some old men in their 60s patted his shoulder after uttering “great match” with a satisfied smile.

In his way to join his family at the white tent, he recognized Alana’s figure walking in the middle of the garden and then being stopped by a man in white suit. Tom had to narrow his eyes to confirm the identity of who his mind already knew; Timothée Chalamet.

He tightened his jaw when he saw Alana leaving the scene with a shadow of pain on her very feature and got to restrain his desire to hit that black wavy head.

****

Spotted at Veuve Clicquot Garden: Tom Holland lifting a golf club to hit not a ball but a curly head. Current Match Play; Timothée 1 - Tom 0

****

Alana touched-up her eyeliner with a powder shadow and used the corner of the makeup sponge to remove any evidence of the smeared eyeliner made by her late watery eyes. She stared at herself in the mirror as she took a deep encouraging breath. She hated the fact she got to ran into the toilettes and hide there from Timothée. ‘What a child I am’.

The Howarth girl took one last glance at the mirror before opening the door back to the garden.

She hadn’t walked three steps when her chest crashed against someone’s back.

“Sorry, am…”, Alana began to apology.

The young man turned around to face her and a genuine smile crossed his face when he recognized her.

“Lana?”

“Harry?”, she smiled too.

Harry Holland, one of the Tom’s brother twins she used to babysit in the building when their parents were away.

They immediately pulled each other into an embrace.

“God! Good to see you”

“Me too. Look how handsome you look”, she eyed him from head to toe.

“And you, pretty as always”, Harry imitated her.

“Where’s Sam?”, Alana’s eyes looked for the other twin behind Harry’s back.

“Probably eating every dessert available”, he giggled. “Come join us”

****

The table Harry leaded her to was filled with the Holland family and her parents, the Howarth.

Just seconds before Alana took a seat, Chuck and Blair appeared. And while he was excusing for leaving early, Blair approached to Alana close enough for her to hear her warning;

“Drama’s not over, A. Just don’t explode here, darling. For your own sake.”

The elegant couple left. Alana showed a polite smile and nodded, not sure what her godmother referred with ‘drama’. Though, she found out a second later when Margot Howarth, her mother, placed her hand on top of Alana’s over the table.

“Alana, here you’re. We were just talking about you”

Indeed, everyone’s eyes were glued on her with big smiles drawn across their faces. Even the twins and little Patrick were happy.

“Europe must’ve been exciting”, Elizabeth Holland, Tom’s mother, said interlacing her fingers over the table as she genuinely smiled.

“It was great, of course.” Alana answered as she grabbed the glass of wine the waiter offered her.

“We’re glad you’re back, dear.” Elizabeth looked at her husband, Dominic, who nodded graciously.

Mrs. Holland was truly happy for her return because she couldn’t stop smiling. She had always appreciated her.

Margot sighed, imitating everyone’s smiles but with a hint of pride in it because was her daughter the main subject, just as she always loved her to be.

“Can you believe? Harry and Sam’s Cotillion is this Friday as your cousin Cass’”, she said raising her eyebrows as if surprised.

Tom arrived, being welcomed with more cheering from his brothers. He took a seat as far from Alana as possible, which was just two seats difference; Patrick and Sam were in between.

“Remember when Alana and Tom went together to Cotillion?”, Elizabeth added with a nostalgic sigh.

“Time flies isn’t it?”, Margot did the same.

“I know… Just think about it. In a blink of an eye, our sons will be getting married”, Mrs. Howarth gathered her hands as in an applause while raising her eyebrows thus drawing a ‘cannot wait’ expression in her feature.

Dominic Holland, who had been chatting along Marcus Howarth about today’s golf match, joined the conversation.

“Alana would be perfect to wear the family ring”

He patted her wife’s hand joyfully. Margot, Elizabeth and Dominic glanced at them with a satisfied smile given, perhaps, by the picture created in their imagination of a perfect wedding.

“Oh she will.” Margot stated. “They’ve been friends since childhood”

This was what Blair warned her about. Tom and Alana uncomfortably sipped two or maybe three times their drinks as if a mirror stood between them. She wished her wine was scotch, while he wished his brandy was vodka.

A heavy environment settled between Tom and Alana’s bodies right after their parents celebrated their fantasy. Even Patrick felt a little weird being‘third wheels’ in this situation.

Harry noticed it too. And the twins made everything in their hands to change the subject back into the next season’s event, suggesting a polo match.

Alana only recognized gross sounds of what was discussed next. Her eyes were blank, realizing that her return wouldn’t be as easy as she thought it’d be. The Holland’s comment made her think of her latest nightmare; her life could change so fast if she married Tom. She’d basically sign herself up for the same traditional life she ran away from; she’d become a socialite woman caught up in the system.

So, the It-girl fumbled her phone out of her Cartier purse and dialed a number she knew by heart. Her thumbs moved fast over the keyboard and clicked the ‘send’ icon.

*****

Start buying those dancing shoes, kids. Looks like we’ll be going to the chapel soon.

****

Hours later, New York City lights announced the beginning of nocturnal life affairs. The city that never sleeps. And less if you’re in the Upper East Side.

After Timothée received Alana’s text, he arranged a reservation for what he saw as a special occasion at Le Bernadin, one of the top six most exclusive restaurants in New York.

Alana arrived there on time in an elegant blue dress. He was already waiting for her at the table and helped her seat by holding back the chair like a true gentleman.

“Thought we’d go somewhere more… private”, her eyes traveled around the place.

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. Le Bernadin is excellent”, she slightly frowned.

“Not that. I mean, sorry for today’s”, he cleared his throat and showed her an apological smile.

“I’m sorry too. I was maybe a little too harsh with you about the… Chuck thing”

“But you were right about the hiding thing.” He started in such an honest tone that it sent chills down Alana’s back, freezing her on her seat. “I don’t wanna hide anything from you, Lana. That day before our graduation when we broke up and you told me I never committed to our relationship; I couldn’t sleep trying to see it from your perspective. And you were right. After our lovely summer when road tripping all around Western Europe, I pretended to forget my reputation and begin from scratch when it was clear that could never happen. Then parties came and we split for a month because you weren’t used to that part of me. Art class joined us again, you were my date for several parties more and it seemed to work out this time. I just don’t know where it went wrong…”

Timothée stopped to take a deep breath and calm himself, cause up to this moment his tone had changed revealing the true desperation behind his words.

“That’s why I’m here.”

Alana was perplexed. She never imagined herself in that situation with him; at least not outside her dreams. On the contrary, she prayed not to see him ever again, convincing herself that her decision to leave Europe would make things easier for both. Yet he had found his way back to her quite earlier than expected.

Now she sipped her drink to brush away the lump in her throat when the sudden memory of their fights, the nights alone, and their breakup flooded her mind.

“You left me no choice.” She looked away and sighed as she tried to hold the tears inside. “Remember one of our first talks when I told you about how it made me sick all the socialite stuff and its hypocrisy? Well, I was so happy you weren’t so involved in that sick game… New York seemed just a far bad dream.”

The mere memory of a hopeful time made her so nostalgic, that her brain got to remind her to take a deep breath. She turned to face him.

“But when your parties began, I said ‘let’s give it a chance’, though something inside didn’t feel good. Even when that wasn’t the socialite, yet there was a similar sensation with my past. And when our Netflix and cuddle nights became YOUR party nights as soon as some old buddies of yours arrived at your flat, leaving me there ALONE… I just couldn’t handle it no more. I wasn’t ready to deal this new thing.”

Tears flooded her eyes inevitably. And she couldn’t help herself on a few tears from sliding down her cheek. Timothée’s heart ached by watching her in that state. A state he promised he’d never be the cause of, yet he was.

He approached her slowly, sitting at the chair right next to her.

“We could’ve sorted it out together”, Timothée whispered as he cupped her face in his hands and wiped away the tears running down her cheek with his thumb.

“You weren’t there. Your friends needed you.” She avoided any eye contact for her own sake.

“Nothing, listen to me, nothing is more important for me than you.”

Their watery eyes finally met.

“I’m scared. I just don’t…”

But before she could finish her sentence, Timothée passed his hand around her neck and pulled her into a kiss. Her blood ran cold at first but then she succumbed to the moment.

Once they pulled away, both stared deep at each other for an instance before he showed a glint of mixed hope and shyness.

“I’m scared too. I’ve never felt this way for anybody. Didn’t even believe it was possible but seems like Hollywood doesn’t exaggerate.”

“Timothée…”

“I want to try again, please”

“There are no third chances”

“For me, Alana. Do it for me, for us. If you still have feelings for me, even the weakest one, give me a chance, and I’ll prove to you that we aren’t supposed to be apart.”

“I don’t know… How”

“Me neither but we can take a leap of faith, together.”

“A little faith, trust and pixie dust”

Alana giggled and Timothée joined her. The atmosphere between them slightly changed and both hearts felt less heavy. She bit her lip and gave him a slight nod.

“Okay”, she nodded.

“Okay?”

Relief washed over Timothée’s aura, drawing a big smile across his face. One of true happiness.

“We’ll take it slow”, Alana continued as she got contagious with the hopeful ambience between them.

“At our own pace.” Timothée added.

“And won’t let our past get in the way.”

“Promise. I’ve left all behind.”

He stated. And everything seemed as if taken away from a fairy tale the couple had written themselves, making her forget that such a thing cannot be at the Upper East Side.

****

The moment Nate Archibald’s daughter stepped into the Howarth’s penthouse as she had done countless times back in the days, Mishka knew something was going on.

Kiernan Archibald was Alana’s best friend ever since kindergarten, and she never arrived without a reason.

It took no time before the girls gathered at Alana’s room, and ate macarons with champagne.

“You know? When I saw you the day you came back, I almost faint.”

Kiernan had her legs crossed in the air and her abdomen over the bed as she ate another macaron with a smirk.

“Yeah, if it weren’t for Mishka you would’ve hit your head very bad”, Alana giggled while resting her head over her pillow, also on bed.

“Thank heaven I didn’t”, Kiernan joined her giggles and incorporated herself to see her friend better. “Now, tell me about your dinner with that European king.”

“Well, you’re updated with the whole situation”, Alana exhaled loudly as the yesterday scenes came to her mind. “Tom and Timothée already met and my mother is dreaming of her daughter being a Howarth-Holland”

Her friend made an “upps” face as she sipped her champagne glass and bit a strawberry.

“The thing is we decided to give us a new chance.” Alana continued with a hopeful grin drawn across her face.

“Timothée and you?”, Kiernan raised her eyebrows.

“We said we’ll take it slow but-”

Before the Howarth girl could explain, the Archibald heiress cut her off while locking eyes into her friend’s.

“Hey, you like him. If you feel good with him and your gut’s telling you to go for it then go for it”, her hands emphasized her words by opening both as if showing her the answer to her question.

“That’s the matter, Kiki. My gut is out of service or something”

“Wait what?”

Alana took a deep breath, though she knew it was almost impossible to avoid Kiernan’s inquisitive look.

“Listen, what I feel about Timothée is very special. He’s so damn charming and smart and funny. He’s very observant and caring.”

“But?”

“But… That night at my welcoming party when I saw Tom, something inside me kind of winced. And when he spoke to me… Uggh, it sent shivers down my spine”

Kiernan was open-mouthed, processing the situation.

“Oh Lana, you’re in such a trouble.”

Seconds later, she raised her glass at Alana for an impromptu toast in honor of whatever thing came. After both finished the last champagne drop, Kiki added;

“Just give it time. The answer will come to you, A.”

****

Have you been so busy that you’ve forgotten what time of year it is? Couture, quadrilles and cutthroat competition. That’s right. It’s time for Cotillion.

****

Cotillion was a just as Alana remembered. If not better, but she doubted that. She got to admit, when she was Queen the rules were fancier.

Harry and Sam Holland walked towards her as soon as they saw her coming inside.

“Hey, Lana”, the twins said at the same time.

“Guys, look how handsome you’re!”, she smiled as her eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Hugo Boss himself said that too”, Harry added and chuckled.

“So, you’re escoting my cousin Cassandra huh?”

“Yeah”, Harry blushed at the sound of her name.

“Take care of her, Harry. And yourself! The Howarths are not easy girls.”

She patted his shoulder, wishing him good luck.

“That’s a fact”, Harry nodded but went pale as soon as he realized she was a Howarth too.

Sam opened his eyes and glanced at his brother with a “bro, wtf” look. He just screwed it up.

“Well, enjoy your night guys”, Alana blinked and forced a smile before walking somewhere else.

Despite her efforts, she couldn’t help the nostalgia vibe that surrounded her; looking at the prep-school girls excited and nervous for their presentation, the boys wearing tuxedos and trying their best against the current king. Everything reminded her the Cotillion she and Tom attended to; they had been the best couple ever since the legendary Blair and Nate or even the unexpected Jenny and Nate one.

At first, she expected the nostalgia would fade away when her brain noticed this wasn’t her Cotillion. But the more she walked around the place, the more it seemed like time had never passed. Every face around her was a face she was familiar with. And she got a weird feeling that they weren’t because of Cotillion but for her; to see with their own eyeballs she was back in New York.

Kiernan was the bell that saved her from getting an anxiety attack.

“Ugh, people always sticking their noses where don’t belong”, the Archibald heiress said as if she had read Alana’s mind.

“Did it say on Gossip Girl that I’d be here?”, Alana inquired with a tired expression.

“Uhm, nope. But it did say about Cotillion and cutthroat competition. You know she likes pun, A.”

“What about that clean slate? She should leave me alone”

“New York missed you”, Kiernan shrugged. “No sign of T.H?”

“Not yet and praying to keep that way.” Alana said in a serious and a hint of worried tone.

Both friends were about to sit when something in the crowd caught their attention. Every young soul there began muttering and pulling their phones out.

“What’s going on?”, Kiernan wondered.

The answer appeared just after her words. There were they; Tom Holland accompanied with Serena van der Woodsen and Dan Humphrey’s son, Noah Humphrey.

Every single phone camera pointed at them.

*******

Spotted: An elite family reunion. Don’t you love Cotillion surprises?

******

Noah Humphrey immediately recognized his friends and walked towards them.

“Look who’s in town!”, he shouted opening his arms.

“Gosh, Noah!”, Alana smiled as both pulled each other into a tight embrace.

Meanwhile, Kiernan and Tom saluted each other by their last names. “Archibald”, “Holland”. She didn’t like him after what happened with her friend, and he just imitated her attitude. Though, Alana’s best friend sacrificed herself and put her dislike apart to take him as far as possible from the Howarth girl.

“Holland, why don’t you tell me where’s Sam? He’ll be escorting my sister Nicole”, Kiernan hold him from his arm forcing him to follow her.

“Sure, he is. Noah?”, Tom locked eyes briefly with Alana and looked at his best friend.

“I’ll stay here.” Noah nodded.

When their bodies disappeared in the crowd, Noah turned back to face her.

“So… Europe, huh?”, Noah giggled. “Was quite a bomb when you left.”

“I know! Everyone keeps telling me about it”, Alana responded aiming to be sarcastic but instead sounding irritated. “Sorry. It’s just so… overwhelming”

“That’s the UEA… And that guy at the airport didn’t help you with the gossip either”

“What do you mean?”, she narrowed her eyes.

“Well, his presence made your return the big hit wondering who he is? Or what is he doing here?”, he looked at her with inquisitive eyes, almost as powerful as Kiernan’s.

“None of their business.” Alana pursed her lips.

“Seriously, Lana. Do we have to care about him?”

“Wha- No! Clean slate, remember? It’s not like the old times.”

“The good old times”, Noah chuckled by the memory of countless party nights. “So, he won’t be here long?”

“Noah, where’s this coming from?”, Alana frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.

“From a caring friend.”

He said that truly, but she didn’t see it the same way.

“Oh tell that to someone who knows you less than I do, Humphrey.” She scoffed. “If this is one of Tom’s strategy then I don’t care”

No answer came out of Noah’s mouth. Alana rolled her eyes.

“I’ll go for a drink”, she stated walking away from a friend for the second time in that night.

*****

Once at the bar table with a drink in hand, Alana smoothed her hair back with one hand while letting out a frustrated sigh.

“What does a beautiful woman like you alone?”, a voice asked her seductively from her back.

“Timothée, you came”, she turned to see him standing in an elegant black suite.

“Of course, sweetie. As soon as I read your text, I rushed here.”

“Thanks, wanna join me on preparing my cousin?”

“Sure.” He followed her through an aisle. “What’s this Cotillion stuff?”

“Oh, well is like a social presentation party. It was supposed to be symbolic, but girls take it very very seriously. A battle for power.” She raised her eyebrows ironically. “Cass is not quite the Queen, but my mother forced me to be her mentor”

At the end of the aisle, a door leaded to an elegant room with teen girls in expensive dresses and makeup covering every inch of their bodies waited for the moment.

When Alana entered, every teenager gasped and made way for her to walk comfortably. She frowned at their reaction that back in the days would’ve been completely normal for her. Two seconds later, she found her cousin.

“Cass, you’re perfect!”, Alana complimented her.

Cassandra Howarth was three years younger; therefore, three years less experienced and more pretentious.

“C’mon you don’t believe it”, she got her arms over her hips and not noticed the young man standing behind Alana.

“Harry Holland is your escort, and you’re a Howarth. It’ll be enough for these people.”

Cass stared at her outfit in the mirror and took a deep breath.

“You’re right. The odds are on my favor, you’re my mentee, Blair Waldorf was your mentee… I’ll be fine”, saying this more to herself than for Alana.

A bell announced the Elite Women presentation ceremony was about to begin. The teenagers rushed to the door.

“Good luck”, Alana waved a goodbye.

Timothée and her stood near the stage as a good mentor would do.

The rest of the iconic elite group were seated near the bar, waiting for the show to end. Tom was quite edgy, like a caged tiger deciding whether to eat the iron bars and scape or stay in captivity. Kiernan sipped her mojito, and while she did, she saw through the glass how he made up his mind as he clicked once something on his phone and then kept it in his jacket pocket.

Alana saw that too, though turned her gaze at the stage and swallowed hard.

The Archibald heiress narrowed her eyes suspiciously; she didn't like his attitude one bit. But before she’d approach him, another event caught her attention.

Different ringtones echoed at the same time and every young witness grabbed their phones out to check the notification.

It was Gossip Girl.

Did anyone notice something strange when Alana returned? No paparazzi. Apparently, Europe wasn’t aware of who you are, A. But don’t worry, an anonymous soul has proper manners and sent some details about her big little adventures. Please, shall we enjoy the reading? Cause Gossip Girl goes Europe.

First things first. It was true she ran away from that indecent kiss with our King Tom… But our Queen found a new King in those tiding European lands.

Timothée Chalamet, ladies and gentlemen. If Carlo Magno had a successor, that’s definitely Timothée.

He showed her his Empire, and found love while they did. Just look at these wonderful FRANCE and CARIBBEAN magazine covers.

But then, uh oh. Is that Matty Healy and Alana on MUSIC ICON cover?

Looks like our Queen just expanded her horizons with flying colours. Monte Carlo and Mallorca are her new capitols.

And the party won’t start ‘till New York walks in.

“Fuck…”, Kiernan muttered under her breath as she looked for Alana’s whereabouts.

But, it took no effort to find her; cause people around her had moved aside, forming a circle with Timothée and her as the center.

Alana was puzzled. It was until Timothée handed her his phone with the Gossip Girl’s latest tweet that she understood what was going on.

For an instance, the whole world fell over her chest impeding her to breath. She stared at Timothée with eyes wide open and a shadow of confusion casted on her very feature as Gossip Girl’s last words resonated in the back of her head.

And that’s when her inner voice reawakened. She clenched her jaw, swallowed the venom she just received and holded Timothée’s hand, walking away from that circle.

Perhaps Alana Howarth returned days ago, but the Queen had just woken up. The bitch Queen was back.

Kiernan recognized that glint in her eyes when she reached her friend halfway from the door. And Noah knew it too. Even Tom knew it.

“We’re leaving, see you K”, Alana brushed past her as the valet boy opened the door for the couple.

Timothée followed her from behind, still holding her hand. He was shocked by her brusque change.

Kiernan just nodded.

And, although Cotillion representatives tried to dissipate the atmosphere, Alana left more open-mouthed witnesses than those in Valentine’s Day.

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Outside, the show continued.

“That’s fucking it”, Alana shouted with anger cracking her voice. She fumbled her phone out her purse and dialed a number. “Geof, meet me at the front door in 2 minutes please”

“I brought my car”, Timothée interrupted.

“Forget it, go home.” She added before hung up.

The valet boy drove Timothée’s Jaguar and the couple got inside. As soon as they were there, he exhaled loudly and fixed his eyes on her.

“So…”, he started. But received no answer.

Silence reigned in the car for a couple of blocks, when a semaphore made them stop. Alana stared at him with a playful grin across her face.

“You know baby? There’s no need to take it slow. Just…”

But before she added something else, she wrapped her hands around his neck and crashed her lips against his; pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

“Are you sure?”, Timothée asked in a soft voice.

Both lovers wrapped their hands and stared straight into each other’s eyes.

“More than ever”, she smirked.

Timothée pulled her in for a second kiss but it was brief this time.

A satisfied smile spread across his face and Alana raised her head as only Queens know when a solemn phrase is about to be said.

“If you can't beat them… Join them”

*****

A, you left America a star. But after your exploits in Europe you’ve come back a supernova. And yet nothing explodes without a fuse. I wonder what —or who— lit yours. Perhaps we all know the handsome answer to that. Just careful with the fire, kids. You might get burned.

You know you love me, XOXO

Gossip Girl.

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TROUBLEMAKER

Guest Artist: Flo Rida

Writers: Olly Murs, Claude Kelly, Steve Robson, Tramar Dillard

Producers: Steve Robson

Album: Right Place Right Time

Release Date: 18/11/2012

B-Side: ‘Troublemaker (Cutmore Club Mix)’ (Credits as above)

Chart Positions: #1 (UK), #1 (Hungary), #1 (Scotland), #2 (Germany), #2 (Bulgaria), #2 (Luxembourg), #3 (Ireland), #3 (Austria), #4 (Australia), #4 (Japan), #5 (New Zealand), #5 (Slovakia), #5 (Belgium), #8 (Switzerland), #8 (Israel), #12 (Finland), #13 (Denmark), #14 (Italy), #15 (Canada), #16 (Brazil), #19 (Spain), #25 (USA), #31 (Sweden), #41 (France), #66 (Netherlands)

Sales: 765k+ (UK, Platinum), 1m (USA, Platinum), 160k (Canada, 2x Platinum), 280k (Australia, 4x Platinum), 150k (Germany, Gold), 15k (Austria/Italy/New Zealand, Gold/Platinum), 30k (Switzerland, Platinum), 140k (Sweden, 2x Platinum)

Nominations: 'Best British Single', BRIT Awards 2013 / ‘Most Performed Work’, Ivor Novello Awards 2014

As the autumn of 2012 dawned, six months had elapsed since Olly had last released a single in the UK – the longest such gap since his debut. Recording his third album was part of this, but the other reason was one we touched upon briefly before and will be exploring more in both this entry and in the ones to come. After a successful band or solo artist has achieved a substantial amount of success on home turf and in immediate surrounding territories as he had, it’s not usually unreasonable to try having a crack at what so many have attempted to become a success in, yet so few have achieved the elusive dream of - breaking the American market.

It’s not unfair to say that Olly had a struggle and then some to begin with. At his performance at the BRITs in February, some bigwig execs from Columbia, a subsidiary of Sony Music who Olly was signed to under Epic, were sat in the audience. They were impressed with what they saw, so much that his first Stateside deal was offered – but with a few caveats to address. Even though the US version of The X Factor had been on air for a year on Fox Network, his success as a result of the original UK series meant diddle squat there.

Fortunately, the timing was good. The early 2010s were something of a purple patch where British artists in America were concerned. Adele and Florence & The Machine had been resounding successes, Tinie Tempah was giving the US hip hop giants a run for their money. The Saturdays filmed a reality show for the E! network and had some success on dance charts. Hell, even the hopeless likes of The Wanted had a Billboard top 10 hit with their UK chart topper ‘Glad You Came’. But all of them were eclipsed by the gargantuan success of a boyband who shared something in common with Olly – chiefly, where they first came to attention.

Bronze finalists on the 2010 UK series of The X Factor, One Direction had already topped the charts with their debut ‘What Makes You Beautiful’ upon its September 2011 release in the UK, setting all manner of sales records in the process. Its success was quickly replicated across the pond, as a generation of Twitter trending uber fans who’d discovered them on the aforementioned social networking site and YouTube all started shrieking for mankind about a new British invasion. Columbia had signed One Direction in the US, and after seeing Olly perform at the BRITs, decided to put two and two together and have him support them on their first American tour that summer.

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This initial attempt to make him known to a US audience was one met with nervous doubt by his audience back home, worried that Olly was on the verge of being made untouchable and inaccessible like they had become and lose the very British charm that had made him so appealing in the first place in order to make him more commercially palatable Stateside. The worries weren’t confounded any less when a radically different mix of ‘Heart Skips A Beat’ was chosen as his debut release in North America, ditching Rizzle Kicks from the original version in favour of obscure, buck toothed rapper Chiddy Bang. It was poorly received by fans on both sides of the pond, and also by an incensed Rizzle Kicks, who rightly called out Sony in the press for the botched A&R decision. The fact that the remixed single bombed out at #96 in the Billboard charts, even after two separate promo videos (one at a soccer match, the other on Venice Beach) and lacklustre radio play tells its own story.

When Olly returned home to continue recording and writing his third album in July that year, he was back working with Claude and Steve again, this time on a funk laden slice of pop about a wrong doing woman who proved irresistible. There was never any doubt that the driving disco funk pop of ‘Troublemaker’ had the potential to be a hit that would take him worldwide, but it needed an extra sparkle of magic to make it really take off. That sparkle came in the form of bechesticled US rapper Tramar Dillard, better known as Flo Rida. After all, he’d made more than his fair share of trips to the top of both the US and UK charts in recent years by the time he was approached, and had also guested on UK hit singles for The Saturdays and Alexandra Burke. Not for the first time in Olly’s career, however, the guest feature didn’t extend to the video for the song directed by Michael Baldwin, with Flo Rida’s part shot separately to his in Miami, bouncing car and all, whilst Olly hoofed it up pursuing and eventually hooking up with a hot girl around downtown Los Angeles who finds herself repeatedly fired from a series of jobs. At least it wasn’t the obvious choice of treatment for a song called ‘Troublemaker’. But again, showcasing an iconic look – the same long-sleeved granddad tee and braces he was rocking on the cover for the single’s parent album – cemented its imagery and his audience grew again.

Thankfully, those expecting more Chiddy Bang style buffoonery upon the single’s first radio play at the beginning of October – just as Olly began a national book signings tour in support of his illustrated autobiography ‘Happy Days’ – were breathing a sigh of relief when they heard the final version. Far from selling out, it was a stormer of a pop song up there with his best moments. A comfortable six weeks of solid airplay on TV and radio ahead of its mid-November release saw to it that, even with a chart battle against a returning Girls Aloud, who were marking their 10th anniversary with a new greatest hits album and that year’s BBC Children In Need single ‘Something New’, that Olly would achieve not only his biggest first week sales for a single – 125k are agreed to be the final number – on its way to sales of over three quarters of a million in the UK alone, but that he would also enjoy his first UK chart topper to spend more than a week at the top – his second week’s competition coming from Bruno Mars, whose ‘Locked Out Of Heaven’ had to settle for a #2 debut.

But crucially, ‘Troublemaker’ also did what the disastrous remix of ‘Heart Skips…’ had failed to do. It finally established him as the next UK success story in America, eventually reaching as high as the top 30 of the Billboard charts the following March, and shifting over one million copies in the process, as well as becoming a top 5 or top 10 hit in fourteen other countries. More nods at the following years BRITs and Ivor Novellos ceremonies confirmed just what a success the single had been for Olly. It had given him the freedom to becoming the international superstar he had dreamed of becoming on that audition stage all those years ago, whilst much like Take That before him, ensuring that he’d never forget where he was coming from.

OTHER THOUGHTS

The CD single came backed with a just about passable remix from dance DJs Cutmore, whilst the digital bundle boasted an additional reswizzle from UK garage gods Wideboys, famed for their 2001 top 20 hit ‘Sambuca’ with Dennis G. A rare version of ‘Troublemaker’ also exists in the ether with no feature from Flo Rida included – an additional verse from Olly appears in the place of his rap instead. This was done to cater for the audiences of national British stations like BBC Radio 2 and Heart, who were a little less inclined towards rap artists. The trick seemed to work, as it helped the single to top the UK radio airplay chart for several weeks at the end of 2012. Olly still performs this version live now in Flo Rida’s perpetual absence.

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kitsunigami · 4 years ago

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Central Magic Casting Agency

Though it may not appear to be important at times, data is more than just numbers and letters. As paraphrased from Manuela Ekowo’s blog post Why Numbers can be Neutral but Data Can’t: data is more than an abstraction of arithmetical value, but the encoding of the stories of our lives.[1] In this case—data is a record of human activity; together with defining the parameters of data collection, working conclusions may be drawn to further understanding and manipulation of this human activity. Therefore, data can be a subjective view of its object, and for this reason alone one must look at how data is applied through an algorithm.

In mathematician Cathy O’Neil’s TED Talk, she states that “to build an algorithm you need two things: you need data—what happened in the past, and a definition of success—the thing you’re looking for and often hoping for.”[2] Based on this description the empirical data gathered for this project consisted of the amount of wins/losses for each match, packs opened, whether the pack’s contained a gold/mythic rarity card, and player rankings for the user and each opponent. At the same time, the goal of this project was to simulate the experience that a new user would undergo, how many cards could be obtained from a single 280-card set, and to the degree which their experience could be considered fair. This is all done by playing 70 matches of Magic: The Gathering Arena (MTGA) on a brand-new account over the course of two weeks. Under these circumstances, the process of data collection could begin.

In the Forbes article, “How Target Figured Out A Teen Girl Was Pregnant Before Her Father Did” by journalist Kashmir Hill, she states that “every time you go shopping, you share intimate details about your consumption patterns with retailers.“[3] The structure of such a relationship between businesses and their consumers has given way for new markets to emerge where that data gathered through a person’s day-to-day interactions can be profitable for businesses. Furthermore, this is like how Target was sending coupons for baby related products to a man’s daughter—based on browsing and spending habits with a business, focused ad can be sent to target specific types of people. Concerning privacy and data collection, the email account used for MTGA receives focused codes, deals, and their newsletter often; these items feature cards that would be relevant for the types of decks used over the course of data collection, and although the name may imply that money is not being spent to play, free-to-play, or more appropriately free-to-start, games utilize microtransactions to generate profit by selling content that could be considered as pay-to-win and/or cosmetic. Being this type of game, MTGA would utilize every opportunity to display how nice many of their extra features were: not only during does this occur during the explanation of the user interface tutorial, but over the course of the game. The conditions for this could not be determined, but the best possible answer could be that the blue highlight over the in-game store icon was a notification that a new item was available for purchase. This really elucidates how in a person’s daily life their interactions with technology more than just their consumptions. Even over the course of the project, MTGA is sending the data from the user account—the results of which are demonstrated both inside and outside of play.

The conclusions that can be drawn from this data collection: first, it would take roughly 30 more days to get a full 280-card set without depositing any cash into the game; second, most of the time was spent playing against players who were equally ranked or ranked relatively close by a difference of one tier; third, once gold tier four ranking was reached the game increased in difficulty by matching opponents with more varied strategies—at times, even matching opponents with decks that perfectly counters a user’s deck. Altogether, MTGA does cater its experience to introduce new players without overwhelming them with complex strategies. Its only lacking feature would be a built-in deck building tutorial.

[1] Manuela Ekowo, “Why Numbers can be Neutral but Data Can’t,” New America, April 29,2016.

https://www.newamerica.org/education-policy/edcentral/numbers-can-neutral-data-cant/.

[2] Cathy O’Neil, “The Era of Blind Faith in Big Data Must End,” Filmed April 2017 at TED talk.

[3] Kashmir Hill, “How Target Figured Out A Teen Girl Was Pregnant Before Her Father Did”, Forbes, 16 Feb 2012. https://www.forbes.com/sites/kashmirhill/2012/02/16/how-target-figured-out-a-teen-girl-was-pregnant-before-her-father-did/#42e799406668

BIBLIOGRAPHY

Ekowo, Manuela. “Why Numbers can be Neutral but Data Can’t.” New America, 29 April 2016. https://www.newamerica.org/education-policy/edcentral/numbers-can-neutral-data-cant/.

Hill, Kashmir. “How Target Figured Out A Teen Girl Was Pregnant Before Her Father Did”. Forbes, 16 Feb 2012. https://www.forbes.com/sites/kashmirhill/2012/02/16/how-target-figured-out-a-teen-girl-was-pregnant-before-her-father-did/#42e799406668

O’Neil, Cathy. “The Era of Blind Faith in Big Data Must End.” Filmed April 2017 at TED talk. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2u_eHHzRto.

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21 Awesome Things to Do in Pattaya, Thailand - The 2019 Video Guide

Looking for things to do in Pattaya, Thailand? This video guide will put you in the picture.

Bangkok, the capital of Thailand, is the best place to see the country’s commercial life; Pattaya, on the other hand, is the better option to see and experience Thai coastal paradise at its finest. It has been enticing expats and tourists from around the globe ever since American soldiers discovered this Southeast Asian paradisiacal gem during the Vietnam War. From then on, this Thai beach resort town has become one of the most coveted tourist destinations in Asia.

Pattaya is also famous for its vibrant and entertaining ladyboys, cabaret shows, and vivacious night life, but there are a lot of attractions that also cater to the town’s younger clientele, like amusement parks and aquariums. Nevertheless, it leans towards an adult destination, but don’t let that dampen the family excitement! We have rounded up the top attractions in Pattaya, Thailand that both young and young-at-heart will definitely enjoy:

Things to Do in Pattaya At Night

1. Party All Night on Walking Street

No other town or city in Thailand could compare to the amazing sights and sounds Pattaya offers after dark. Walking Street stretches up to five hundred meters long and, as the name implies, there are no vehicles allowed on the street after 6 in the evening. From then, Walking Street becomes alive with gogo-bars, nightclubs, restaurants, and beer bars. The street is almost deserted during day time, but Walking Street jumps to life with neon lights, roaring music, and a plethora of girls on it. There are also lots of food stalls peppered along Walking Street where visitors can refuel themselves for more hours of late night fun and partying.

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Relaxing Things to See in Pattaya

2. Nong Nooch Tropical Botanical Garden

Pattaya is not only about partying and loud music; it also offers a sanctuary to those who want to escape the stress, hustle, and bustle of the city life. Nong Nooch Tropical Botanical Garden in the heart of Pattaya, Thailand covers an area of 2.4 square kilometers. It features more than 670 species of orchid, other gorgeous flowers, manicured trees, and landscaped gardens. Afternoons are the best time of the day to spend in the garden to enjoy the soft breeze and smell the amazing scent of flowers. This garden has garnered several awards for their designs and excellent planting conditions. There is also a charming elephant talent show within the garden grounds.

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Unique Things to See and Do in Pattaya

3. Floating Market

Floating markets are ubiquitous in Thailand, but the ones in Pattaya are one-of-a-kind. The real name of the market is “Four Regions Floating Market”, since this market has been split into the four regions of Thailand, namely the north, northeast, central, and south. Each section of this market sells different products that epitomize that particular part of the country. Contrary to most people’s beliefs, not all stalls in the floating market are, well, floating; some are in boats while others are stilted properties set up on the banks. To make the most of this experience, visitors are advised to rent a small boat to see all that the market offers.

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Quirky Things to See and Do with Kids in Pattaya

4. Art in Paradise

This quirky art gallery is unlike any other old museums that most of us know. In ordinary museums, guests just walk around to look at and appreciate the art pieces featured. Usual museum subjects were old paintings, historical artifacts, remains, and other objects of cultural, religious and historical importance.

Here at Art in Paradise, though, the visitor becomes the art. This museum features a collection of optical illusions where guests can take pictures in such a way that it looks like they are being attacked by a massive piranha or enjoying a magic carpet ride. The building is divided into ten sections and houses more than a hundred optical art illusions. This is one of the attractions in Pattaya that children of all ages will definitely enjoy.

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Unbelievable Things to See in Pattaya

5. Ripley’s Believe It Or Not!

Unless you have been living under a rock, there’s a huge chance that you have heard about Mr. Ripley and his peculiar collection, at one point in your life. Ripley’s Believe It or Not in Pattaya is a link in the chain of museums that feature strange and bizarre facts about the world. A lot of these facts are downright intriguing and surprising. This museum in particular is divided into 10 categories. The highlights of the museum include a Titanic replica made from matches and a 1937 Jaguar model that also doubles as a motorboat. There is so much to see in the museum that a day would not suffice to fully explore every area.

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Iconic Things to See in Pattaya

6. Wat Phra Khao Yai

The coveted Wat Phra Khao Yai in Pattaya is more popularly known as the Big Buddha, obviously because it is the largest Buddha in the region. This monument stands at 18 meters high and about a hundred meters above sea level. The peak of the hill net to the Buddha offers a panoramic view of the Pattaya landscape below and the Jomtien Beach outwards. There is also a temple complex that burns incense all day and has a lot of bells that provide a soothing feeling of calm when they ring. Up to this day, the temple is still flocked by monks and praying locals.

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Exciting Things to Do in Pattaya

7. Zipline At Flight Of The Gibbon

Right smack dab in the middle of Pattaya and Bangkok is where Flight of the Gibbon sits proudly. It is a comprehensive adventure tour for the whole family. This tour is an ideal opportunity to have loads of fun with the kids while enjoying some breathtaking views of the verdant Thai jungle below. The zip-line course stretches to approximately three kilometers long and has twenty two zip-lines and a couple of abseiling stations. Guests need not worry because Flight of the Gibbon maintains a strict set of safety protocols and it is one of the places in the country to feel completely safe while having fun with activities that you would not even think of doing back at home.

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Instagram-worthy Things to See in Pattaya

8. The Buddha Engraving At Khao Chi Chan

Buddha images and monuments are all over Thailand and Pattaya, in particular. However, the Khao Chi Chan or what English speakers refer to as Buddha Mountain holds the record for the biggest Buddha engraving in the world. The limestone hill, where the image of Buddha was engraved, was once an active site for the construction industry. A laser was used to etch the Buddha carving into the rock in 1996, as part of His Majesty the King of Thailand’s 50th year on the throne celebration. This is one of the spots that speak for Thailand’s devotion to their religion and its icon.

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Historical Things to See in Pattaya

9. Anek Kusala Sala

Anek Kusala Sala in Pattaya is one of Thailand’s most significant centers of Chinese culture and art. It was initially built to forge a friendship with the Chinese. It is a museum that highlights more than three hundred pieces of Chinese art, which are mostly bronze and brass statues of their historical icons from different Buddhist and Taoist deities. Anek Kusala Sala is split into two floors, with the upper floor housing larger statues. The most prominent of these are the Shaolin monks posed to show a variety og martial art stances. Travelers can also see statues of fortune tellers, dress makers, and liquor sellers.

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Gastronomic Things to Do in Pattaya

10. Lunch at Mum Aroi

Mum Aroi is a charming restaurant that sits in the heart of the fishing village of Naklua. It is situated right beside the waters, so it goes without saying that their specialties are a variety of seafood. Guests can look out over the water while enjoying their sumptuous meal and watch some fishing boats ride up and down the waves. Mum Aroi is a busy restaurant frequented by both expats and locals. It is rather large and often full especially in the evenings. Mum Aroi is also ideal for guests who want some tranquility while sipping a glass of wine and enjoying a gentle sea breeze.

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Notable Things to Do in Pattaya

11. Volunteer At Pattaya Orphanage

Pattaya offers a lot of fun activities and amazing places to discover. However, one’s experience on this town would definitely be more fulfilling if volunteering at the Pattaya Orphanage is part of the itinerary. This orphanage was founded almost fifty years ago by a priest called Father Ray when one of the locals gave him up their child because they couldn’t afford to keep and care for the baby. From then on, the Pattaya Orphanage has continued to do charitable works for the less fortunate. The children that the orphanage usually takes in were those whose mothers suffer from abuse, HIV, or poverty. Travelers who want to be part of the cause can either sponsor meals or spend extended time caring for the children there.

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Stunning Things to See in Pattaya

12. Koh Larn

Situated at about seven kilometers from Pattaya is the pristine island of Ko Larn. It attracts tens of thousands of guests with its white sand, picturesque landscape, and turquoise waters. Boats go back and forth from the island to Pattaya several times in a day to accommodate the tourists who are eager to discover something new that the island offers. Ko Larn is relatively small, four kilometers long and two kilometers wide, but it is blessed with 6 different beaches, each one unique from the rest. There are several accommodations on the island, but make sure to book a reservation early because they get fully booked quickly.

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Entertaining Things to See in Pattaya

13. Tiffany’s Cabaret

For more than thirty years, Tiffany’s Cabaret has been entertaining more than two thousand people each night on their shows. The performances usually last for an hour and guests can be assured that they will be entertained from start to finish. The ladyboys who perform in the shows came from all parts of the globe, including Korean, Thai, Indian, and a lot more. They are dressed in vibrant costumes and they perform with so much grace that it is hard to tell that they are not real women. Over time, the raunchiness of the shows has mellowed down, making it suitable for children too.

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Best Beaches to See in Pattaya

14. Ban Amphur Beach

Ban Amphur is a charming fishing village in Pattaya that has a stunning but quite isolated beach with lush palm trees and gorgeous sand. Ban Amphur beach is serene and uncrowded with lots of parking space, very much unlike other more popular beaches in the country. Because it is a fishing village, seafood lovers can enjoy the freshest and most delicious seafood available in the fishing harbors and seafood restaurants all over the village. This spot is not yet popular with tourists, so a lot of establishments charge lower than other places in Pattaya. Ban Amphur beach is one of the ideal spots to take a break from the crowds and the party vibe of Pattaya.

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Sweet Things to Do in Pattaya

15. Mango Sticky Rice At Mae Sai Thong

Mango Sticky Rice can be found all over Thailand, so much so that it has been part of the country’s national identity. This dessert is popular especially among tourists, and one’s Thailand experience could never be complete without trying it. Nevertheless, only one stall made it to Lonely Planet. That alone speaks volumes on the quality of the Mango Sticky Rice that they sell. Mangoes are seasonal and they are best during the summer months, but Mai Sai Thong has found mango suppliers that ensure them a steady supply of fresh mangoes even when the fruit isn’t in season.

Architectural Marvels to See in Pattaya

16. Sanctuary Of Truth

The Sanctuary of Truth is a beautiful sight that is made from intricately carved teak wood that rises more than a hundred meters into the sky. This is not a Buddhist temple, which may often come as a surprise to unsuspecting tourists. It was designed by a business owner to be a place of reflecting on oneself. Each area of the structure has ornate carvings and the building itself is a work of art. It is still a work in progress, though, but it will never be fully completed. Thailand is peppered with architectural and engineering marvels, but the Sanctuary of Truth has made it to the top of the list.

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Festive Things to Do in Pattaya

17. Experience the International Music Festival

If you happen to travel to Pattaya in March, you are in for a treat. Pattaya has an annual music festival that brings together musicians from all over Asia for an event that lasts for three days. Musical performances are set over different stages, but the festival is set up along the Pattaya Beach Road. This road is blocked off to other vehicles during the festival. Guests get to see and enjoy a diverse range of music that ranges from pop to rock, featuring both local and international artists. This event has been free in the past and it is expected to be free in the coming years.

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Luxurious Things to See and Do in Pattaya

18. Shop at Central Festival

Nothing smells like luxury in Pattaya, Thailand as much as Central Festival does. It is the biggest and grandest mall in the area and there isn’t a cheap stall in there. It features a range of designer boutiques like Calvin Klein, Armani, and French Connection. The posh outlets are split over several floors, but there are also a lot of activities, like a 10-screen cinema or a bowling alley to play in, offered to guests who need to take a break from shopping. There is also a string of restaurants that feature cuisines from all over the world to make sure that they cater to every taste bud.

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Cute Things to See with Kids in Pattaya

19. Mini Siam And Mini Europe

Mini Siam and Mini Europe situated just outside Pattaya City is an ideal place where kids can wander around the manicured gardens, marveling at the replica statues from all over the country and Europe. They have recently added the Statue of Liberty to their collection, though, so they might want to change their name pretty soon. Much like in Art in Paradise, the fun part in this attraction is taking really cool photos with the statues that are specially crafted at a scale of 1:25. Mini Siam and Mini Europe are also open in the evenings and that is when other guests like to visit because all the statues are lit up artfully.

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Flavorful Things to Do in Pattaya

20. Take a Cooking Class

Thai cuisine features distinct flavors that you have to personally experience for you to appreciate it even more. Now that you have had a taste of authentic Thai food, you would definitely love to try it at home to serve your family and friends. There are a lot of Asian specialty stores that carry Thai ingredients, so you only need the basic knowledge and idea in Thai cuisine and you’re on your way. Pattaya holds a lot of cooking classes, each making sure that they meticulously showed the students how to prepare dishes such as Green Curry and Pad Thai. Classes only take half a day so guests still have enough time to do other fun activities in the island.

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Pattaya, Thailand still has a lot of untouched spots and from there we can infer that tourism hasn’t fully caught up with this paradise yet. This gives us an advantage to go and enjoy this Southeast Asian pearl while it is still untouched and pristine. There are a lot of sights and activities to see and do here for both young and young-at-heart. For travelers with children, this might not be the first destination on the list, but there are actually several attractions that the kids will enjoy. Perhaps what entices visitors to Pattaya isn’t only its marvelous landscape; its hospitable people, amazing cuisine, and brilliant artistry make Pattaya a flourishing travel destination that we see today.

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saviormysticmeme · 8 years ago

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Well, a creppy boy started talking to me on the Tumblr chat saying weird shit and asked me to be his valentine out of the blue, so.. Yeah can I request RFA+V+Saeran reacting to that? A creep talking to MC and saying creppy stuff lol. Love ur blog 💕

Is he still bothering you? If he is PM me and his ass is grassOr if you’re just in need of a fake girlfriend/boyfriend/SO also say the word I’m there y’all don’t even know how good I look in drag

Forreal tho, if someone online is ever making you feel uncomfortable don’t be afraid to get assertive or reach out for help.

Anyways

RFA+V+Saeran react to a Creep creepin on MC

Yoosung

Yandere Yoosung: ACTIVATED i imagine a magical girl animation sequence whenever I say that

You had shown him the messages immediately because you two were playing games on an online server together when you got random, creepy PMs from GameFreak90

‘hey there, I see you’re a high level. U must be pretty good with your hands

want 2 play a game together sometime? it doesn’t have to be online ;)

its almost valentines day you know. we can hang out. ‘

You were so uncomfortable, and it went from uncomfortable to freaked out when you asked GameFreak90 to stop messaging you and he kept going, starting to talk about all the things he’d like to do to you

Yoosung searched the guys name immediately and pulled up his profile

His hands never moved so fast

‘Hey. Quit messaging MC28. She’s a good friend of mine and you’re freaking her out. -ShootingStar’

‘fuck off’

Yoosung was not having it. He didn’t have Seven’s hacking skills, or Jumins money, or Jaehee’s wit or anything the others had

But what he did have was his games

He pulled up TeamSpeak for his LOLOL guild immediately

“Guys, I need backup for an emergency raid”

It was over in minutes

Yoosung’s guild had raided and completely emptied GameFreak90′s base

Yoosung got a string of messages immediately after

hey man what the fuck

dude give me my shit back

fine im sorry im sorry give me my shit please

dude please

Yoosung just turned his mic on and with one last request of his guild “Hey, can everyone here flag this guy for inappropriate behavior”

In about 10 mins Yoosung went to pull up GameFreak90′s profile

It had been deleted

Yoosung had the smuggest of smirks on his face

Until

“My hero” You giggled and kissed him on the cheek

He went from war hero Shooting Star to blushing, stuttering, Yoosung real quick

Jaehee

It was a slow day in the coffee shop so you were just sitting at a table playing on your phone and sipping coffee

Ding.

Huh? New message.

Ding ding ding

You had a bad feeling before even opening your Fumblr app

When you did open the little social media site, you were met with a bunch of unwelcomed advances from some strange follower

Hey valentines is coming up and im lonely

r u lonely to?

how about u be my valentine and we can go out??

You grimaced and replied with a curt “I’m sorry but no thanks”

come on babe

dont b like that

we can have fun

Jaehee had noticed to look on your face and immediately popped to your side

“Mc is everything alright?

“Yeah..I’m just getting creepy messages from some guy on Fumblr.” You handed her the phone so she could read them and her nose crinkled in distaste almost instantly

“Well your first problem is you apologized.”

“Huh?”

Jaehee started tapping away as she spoke “Don’t apologize for not being interested. When you apologize it makes you seem more …docile. Submissive. If these creeps think you have an ounce of shyness or even politeness in you they’ll try to exploit it.”

“o-oh.” You stammered, surprised by how irritated Jaehee suddenly seemed

“Secondly,” Her expression softened a bit with a final tap on the screen “You didn’t block him immediately” She looked to you with a smile on her face, pleased with herself for whatever she said to your Fumblr follower

She handed the phone back to you and a light blush fell across your cheeks. Jaehee never seemed to be the protector type but when it comes down to it

Baehee isn’t letting anyone bother you

ever

Zen

He’s gotten his fair share of creepy fan mail, but he understands it comes with the job

But when you get creepy mail from his followers

NO NO NO NO NO

You two have all the fan mail sent to a P.O. Box so fans don’t have your home address

One time when you went to get the batch, the two of you found a handful of letters with your name on them

“My fans must see us together all the time” Zen said as he handed the letters to you, a cautious look on his face. He was worried it was going to be some fangirl writing a mean letter about how she deserves Zen instead of you

It was much creepier

It was a bunch of letters from some guy

‘My sister is a big fan of Zen so I have to watch TV shows with him on them all the time. One time there was a news story about him, but you were in the picture with him…’

The letters go on to say how once the writer saw you with Zen he started searching you more and claimed you two would be a perfect match. He started suggesting you break up with Zen (offering for him to date his sister) and for the two of you to get together.

…

You have to literally hold Zen back so he doesnt march to the return address and beat the shit out of sender

“Zen it’ll be such bad press do not do not do not”

“I DON’T GIVE A SHIT”

“YES YOU DO PLS ZEN”

20 mins later

He’s not calm, but he’s not bum rushing the door so…calm enough

“Let’s think of a reasonable way to handle this” You slump into a chair, exhausted from being the only thing standing between Zen and a physical assault charge

After a few minutes of silence

..”I have an idea.”

Zen pulled out a pad and started scribbling. “He said his sister is a fan of me? Well I’ll make her an offer she can’t refuse.”

Zen ended up writing a very heartfelt note to the sister of the sender, explaining the situation and how uncomfortable you were feeling because of the brother. And if the sincerity of the letter wasn’t enough to get her to make her brother stop, the VIP pass to Zen’s next show was a good bribe.

He sent it out the next morning, and a few days later you guys checked the PO box to find a letter from her apologizing profusely for her brother’s behavior and how she’d handle it. And about 10 pages of ‘thank you’s and compliments for Zen of course.

Jumin

Elizabeth would only chase a laser pointer for so long, so you had a lot of free time whenever Jumin was at work

You were no stranger to social media sites as they were the best way to distract yourself for hours at a time until you had something entertaining to do

And you’ve gotten spam bots before, but never a human who was actually so forward enough to send you enough messages to make you a small novel

you look really nice in your profile picture

is that designer? man you got money to

you’re a rich bitch. wanna come see what its like on the other side of town?

You were appalled.

“Leave me alone” was the best you could muster since you were in such a state of disgusted shock.

The messages continued, and you ended up just blocking the guy. But even after that just looking at your phone made you a little nervous that you were going to see more messages from another douchebag

But nope

Same douchebag. Different site.

why’d you block me? playing hard to get?

“How’d you find my profile?”

it’s not hard to figure it out since I saw your name on the other one ;*

You just blocked him again and put your phone down, resolving to entertain yourself with anything else that wasn’t social media.

Eventually Jumin came home, and the first thing he noticed was your phone sitting on the coffee table and a specific lack of…you.

He went into a panic for a moment before you stepped into the hall, freshly showered.

“Oh, MC, there you are. I was worried for a second. You’re usually not far from your phone.”

“Yeah..” You muttered. “Some guy just keeps bugging me”

What

What do you mean

What guy

How

You explain the situation to Jumin and his phone is to his ear almost immediately as he picks up yours with his free hand.

“Luciel? I’m cashing in on a favor….”

You knew immediately where this was going and you had a slight grin on your face, knowing the creep who kept messaging you wasn’t going to be bothering you or anyone else anytime soon

Seven

You don’t even waste time

The second you get the first creepy message

hey hot stuff

You hand your phone to Seven

He just looks down at the screen, and a devious smile spreads across his face

Sure he could mess with anyone he wanted, but this time he has an excuse to go all out and ruin this Creeps life.

Seven whips up a program in a matter of minutes, connects a USB from his computer to your phone, then texts the man back

‘Hey cutie…wanna see a picture? ;)’ and he attached a file

It says the message was received and viewed, but no response was given.

“What’d you do?” You ask as Seven hands your phone back

With a big smirk on his face:

“Once he opens that file his phone is going to run through his chat logs and play back all his creepy messages on a permanent loop on his screen. And if he has any wireless connection to his computer, say, cloud storage, it’s going to happen to his computer too. And every few minutes he’s going to get a picture of me dressed as a maid, because I have to deliver, you know?”

You give Seven a huge hug “Ugh, thank you. How will I every pay you back”

“You already did” He laughs

“Huh?”

“You’ll see” He winks and goes back to his computer.

You shrug and walk away, figuring you’d find out soon enough

And you did

The next time you opened your phone, your background was a nonstop slideshow of 707′s Greatest Crossdressing Pics

And all your app icons were selfies

And your gallery was filled with pictures of the red headed hacker

“SEEEEEEEVVVVVEEEEEENNNNNNNNN”

V was sitting on the couch and you were upstairs cleaning up and putzing around

Ding

V looked to see your phone light up on the table

“MC, I think someone messaged you!” V yelled up the stairs

“Will you check it for me? It’s probably just a guest with a question about the party.” You called back

“Sure.” And with that he opened your phone to find a rather crude picture “What in the world”

my friend gave me ur number, thought you’d like this ;)

V was horrified that someone meant for you to open this

‘I dont’ He typed back.

awww come on. you can tell from the pic im a good looking guy and my friend says ur cute. why dont we hang out

“No.” V glared at the number displayed at the top of the message board

playing hard to get? i like

V realized there was no reasoning with this idiot, and he thought it would be a waste of time trying to further communicate with a fool like his, so he bit down his better instinct and just sent a picture of himself glaring at the phone camera and typed “You’re talking to a man”

there was no reply for a moment

my friend said this was a girl

“I can assure I am not a female. Your friend gave you the wrong number. Go away”

There was no response but V was sure he could feel the embarrassment from the other side of the connection

With a satisfied huff he deleted the messages and number, figuring it best if you never have to worry about the situation

He also plans to find out which one of your friends would give your number to such a vulgar creep.

Saeran

You two were watching a video on your phone when you got a sudden chat request on Kiik, a messaging app

Saeran cast a quizzical look at you and you return it with a shrug, signalling you had no clue

When you open it up theres just a bunch of weird messages

hey babe

hey

wanna be my valentine

i dont want to be lonely and i bet you dont either

we can keep each other company ;)

You didn’t even have a chance to respond before Saeran took the phone from your hand

“Fuck off” He was holding your phone so tight you thought he was gonna snap it in half

wow ur not very polite

“I said. Fuck. Off.” Saeran let out a breath that sounded like a growl

come on baby dont be like that

You could see a fire in your friend’s eyes and you knew things were about to get bad

“Send one more message and I’ll end your miserable existence, Scum.”

“Saeran let’s just ignore it” You tried to take your phone back but he wouldn’t let go, too hyper focused on the screen. Instead he looked at you and said “He shouldn’t be talking to you this way.”

Ding

Both your eyes shot back to the screen

so you’ll come see me ;)

Whoever was on the other line had nooo clue who they were taunting

Saeran got up slowly, so slow it was a little creepy, when you looked at him you could see the gears running in his head

He walked over to his computer and started typing away, looking to the phone every now and then.

After about 20 minutes he finally came back to sit with you and handed your phone back.

“You….You good, Saeran?” You asked, surprised at how calmed he seemed.

He looked to you with a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. “I’m very good.”

You were almost worried to ask but “What’d you do?”

“Not much. But he’ll leave you alone soon enough.”

You stopped asking questions, he wouldn’t tell you the details anyways.

That night you were awoken to

Dingdingdingdingding

You fumbled around in the dark and eventually opened your phone to see messages from the Kiik app

Iuwefjkgl

ahfuoieqhwf

please helpfehofejijeqiue

…..

I’m very sorry for what I said to you earlier. I will never contact you again. If I do my fingers will be broken.

You knew immediately.

“Saeran what’d you do???” You sent the text

All you got back was “:)”

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