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milesworld96 · 7 months ago
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If I had a nickel for every time Punk was in a homoerotic feud with someone who was obsessed with him, and they quoted his “The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he doesn't exist” promo and used it against him
I would have two, which is weird that it happened twice
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sparkle-on-jerma-daily · 1 year ago
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MAXWELL MONDAY MAX IS WELL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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blaringloudandproud · 2 years ago
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W Max for not engaging in the toxicity of some of these sites
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destroyingangelneveragod · 7 months ago
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My therapist: Don't worry the hyperrealistic painting of David Bowie watching you pee is not real
The hyperrealistic painting of David Bowie watching me pee:
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charmcoindied · 4 months ago
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like the cruel thing is that despite the main blog tied to it getting deactivated my sideblog didn't get killed so the queue/scheduled posts are still going up like normal. they trapped my soul in there and won't let go of it
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espioakakeith · 8 months ago
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Come join in and hangout with me and the homies!
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crewman-penelope · 1 year ago
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🍀 Moneypenny Monday 🍀
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deathjitsus · 2 months ago
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completely honestly maxwell mondays have me excited for the beginning of the week these days. It's monday which means i get to look at my guy. which of course i can do any day of the week but on mondays it's special
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alj4890 · 2 years ago
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Right by Your Side
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(Maxwell Beaumont x MC) in a Choices The Royal Romance one shot.
For @moodmusicmonday 's Luck of the Draw with the song
A/N I fell hard for this song while trying to think of something for it. So many different Choices books came to mind for this but then as I listened to the lyrics over and over, I kept going back to TRR book 2 and the mess with Riley's reputation and how Maxwell stood by her from the very start (and of course the running LOL) So, here's what my Maxwell shipping heart needed from the beginning of that storyline.
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Right by Your Side
Riley felt numb that first night at Ramsford. Perhaps she was still in shock from having guards drag her away as if she was the most vile criminal ever to come to Cordonia. Maybe it was because everyone had seen pictures of her in her underwear and they would forever be on the Internet.
Or, was it because Fate had stepped in to keep her from having to make a decision?
She flopped on her stomach when the image of Liam standing before her in the hedge maze came to mind.
I don't need to wait any longer to make my choice. I love you.
Was that fear she felt in that moment? Was she afraid of hearing what her heart would say if he were to actually pop the question?
Was it because the man standing before her was not the one who had been by her side all along?
The one who came rushing to the airport to stop her from leaving?
Riley buried her face in her pillow. Hot tears began to stain the satin pillowcase as she muffled her cries against it. She didn't want to answer that. She didn't want to address any of the thoughts going through her mind.
Then why did I tell Bertrand that I was innocent with Tariq but I am in love with someone else?
She knew deep down that was the truth. That was the only good thing to come out of this horrible night.
She'd finally spoken about what was truly in her heart.
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The next morning...
Half asleep, Riley mumbled for whoever was knocking to come in.
Maxwell poked his head in.
"Hey blossom."
"Hey."
He walked over and sat down on the edge of her bed. "You okay?"
"Yeah."
She pushed herself into an upright position.
"I'm fine, Max."
"Are you fine fine or fine?" He asked.
Riley couldn't help but smile. "I'm definitely on this side of fine fine but not quite there yet."
That dimpled smile of his she adored appeared, lighting up his entire face.
And her heart.
"Good." He crawled across her bed to settle comfortably next to her. "I can't stand to see you with tear streaks."
"It's not my best look." She tried to joke.
He draped his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her close. "You know you're gorgeous, but yeah. Tears and your skin do not go well together at all."
She laughed while gently elbowing him in the ribs. "Thanks ever so much."
"Anytime." He jumped to his feet when they heard an all too familiar throat clear from the doorway.
With a disapproving glance to his brother, Bertrand walked in with a breakfast tray.
"What's all this?" Riley asked.
"Breakfast in bed!" Maxwell told her.
"Maxwell convinced me that when a young woman goes through something traumatic, that she needs rest and ample sustenance." Bertrand explained.
"Guys." Riley blinked back tears. "You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble."
"You are no trouble." Maxwell argued.
"Well..." Bertrand paused when Maxwell glared at him. "It isn't necessarily you, that is the trouble."
"The trouble is the situation." Maxwell added to try to smooth over his brother's words. "Not you."
Riley wiped at her tears. "This is why I should go back to New York. Look what happens when an outsider comes here."
She forced herself to look up at them.
"I don't belong in your world."
"You do!" Maxwell argued, jostling the tray as he sat down beside her again. "You fit in our world perfectly."
"Not perfectly." Bertrand corrected. "But we can fix that."
"How?" Riley asked.
"By teaching you everything a lady of the Royal Court would know." He explained. "Once you blend in with the other ladies, we'll be able to find out who sabotaged your moment to become queen."
Riley paled some. "I appreciate that, but I don't want to be queen."
Bertrand grimaced. "Be that as it may, you'll never truly be free to be with whomever you want if scandal is associated with your name. No Cordonian family would allow it."
Riley blinked as his words sunk in. "I see."
"Plus," Bertrand continued. "The Beaumont name has been tarnished because of our sponsorship of you."
"Oh no." She buried her head in her hands.
Maxwell was quick to comfort her.
"Hey, don't worry about us." He hugged her close. "I've made a mockery of the name Beaumont more times than I can count."
Bertrand rolled his eyes over that bit of family history.
Riley couldn't believe that not only was she in what seemed an impossible situation but that she'd somehow also lost her chance to be with the man she was secretly in love with.
"I'm so sorry."
"It isn't your fault." Bertrand gruffly argued. "But we are going to need your help to right this wrong. And," his stern demeanor softened, "you are a Beaumont."
"I am?" She asked.
"You're stuck with us." Maxwell winked at her. "For better or for worse."
"Definitely for the better." She winked back with a tremulous smile. "So? When do we start the lessons?"
"Once you've had a chance to eat and get ready for the day." Bertrand told her on his way out. "Meet us in the ballroom."
"Yes, your grace." She dipped her head in thanks.
A slight smile appeared on his lips. "Perhaps our training won't take as long as I once thought."
He bowed and left her alone with Maxwell.
"Give it to me straight." She pleaded. "How bad is my reputation and how horrible are these lessons going to be?"
Maxwell hesitated, raising his hands like a scale weighing each option.
"Crap." Riley flopped back on her pillows.
"It won't be all bad." He told her. "I'll be there to help you through it and to find ways to escape the boring lessons."
Riley rose up on her elbows. "That takes care of the lessons, but what about when I am back out in public?"
"Tell you what." He reached for her hand. "The moment it gets too much for you, just say the word and BAM! We run out of there."
"Really?" Her smile grew at the thought. "You'll run away with me when a noble is acting like a jerk or I accidentally mess up?"
"Yep." He squeezed her hand. "On my honor as a Beaumont."
"Then I think I can get through this." She sat up straight and began to pour some coffee into her cup.
Maxwell watched her settle in to the breakfast he and Bertrand had painstakingly prepared with a great deal of relief. His room shared a wall with Riley's and he'd heard her crying off and on during the night.
It was a slash to his heart as he thought of her in here alone, probably blaming herself for everything that happened.
Around four in the morning he decided that he was done playing the simple escort. From now on, he would protect her from the direct cuts and slurs that those of his rank would hurl her way.
Even if it meant irreparable damage to his family name, Maxwell would do anything for Riley.
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Madeleine's home...
Riley's stomach churned. She wanted nothing more than to beg Bertrand and Maxwell to take her back to Ramsford so that she could hide there forever. She knew though that if she was to ever have a chance with the man by her side, she would have to find a way to get through this.
Swallowing nervously, she paused in the open doorway of Madeleine's ballroom. Her eyes darted over the familiar faces. Heads were already bent toward each other while fingers pointed at her. The few reporters allowed within the event had their cameras poised to capture the first images of Riley being called out for daring to return.
Just as fear made her legs twitch to run in the opposite direction, Maxwell settled his hand over hers. She looked up and saw nothing but pride in his eyes.
"You're doing great." He whispered, squeezing her ice cold fingers. "Keep your chin up. Here comes, Adelaide."
After the greetings, Adelaide stepped back from the pair, critically studying the way they stood together.
"Don't you make a cute couple?"
Riley immediately jumped on that. "We do, don't we?"
"We do?" Maxwell's eyes widened.
He wasn't certain if he more surprised by Adelaide saying it or Riley agreeing.
"The cutest." Riley added with her first genuine smile of the evening.
Maxwell tried to excuse the conversation as Riley probably needing something to latch on to help stop the gossip of her with Tariq. He didn't mind being the new source that Cordonian's biggest gossip would have spread around before they even walked across the ballroom. If that's the role Riley needed him in now, then he was more than ready to play it.
To prove his point, he kept his hand over the one she had resting on his arm.
"Ready?" He asked when they spotted Liam and Madeleine.
"As I'll ever be." She mumbled, instinctively moving closer to Maxwell. "I really need to talk to Liam and clear things up. Don't you think?"
He hesitated. He knew how much his friend had fallen for Riley. It would hurt Liam to hear she didn't return his feelings. Yet wouldn't it hurt more to wait until he saw her with whomever she was in love with?
"I think you should, just not right now." He barely nodded toward the nobles staring intently at them. "Not with this audience."
"You're right." She released a sigh. "I guess I have to wait. If only he had called me after everything happened, then I wouldn't be so nervous to how he'll react."
What if Liam refused to let her remain in Cordonia? What if he wouldn't let her try and clear her name? She'd never be able to be with Maxwell if that happened.
Lost in her tormented thoughts, she found herself dipping into a curtsy before the royal couple.
"Lady Riley." Liam lifted her hand to his lips, eyes revealing a wealth of adoration for her. "We should talk-"
"To our newly arrived guests." Madeleine finished for him.
"Right." Liam shot a pleading look at Maxwell.
Riley cleared her throat. "Congratulations you two."
Madeleine beamed at her while hugging Liam's arm close against her chest.
"Thank you. Liam is such an attentive fiance."
Riley managed to somehow not roll her eyes. If the countess had any idea that she wasn't wanting him back, then she probably wouldn't put on such a show.
"I can't imagine him being anything less." Riley managed to say with a straight face.
"We really must go greet our other guests." Madeleine told them. "Enjoy the party."
Maxwell released the breath he was holding once he and Riley were left alone. "That went well."
She chuckled. "Honestly I expected her to brandish a scarlet A while screeching for guards to throw me out."
Maxwell's grin brought out her own.
"She'd at least have the decency to wait to do that until they start serving dessert."
"Thank God for small favors."
Maxwell squeezed her hand once more. "Come on. We'll find out seats."
After enduring a brief conversation with Penelope and Kiara, Riley was able to relax for the time being once she was seated between Maxwell and Bertrand. Perhaps she would be able to get through this easier than she expected. She'd hoped to have Hana and Drake on her side, yet they were nowhere to be found.
At least she had Maxwell there to help her wade through this minefield of pompous manners and tradition.
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"One night down." Maxwell collapsed on her bed with an oof.
Riley sank down beside him as she slipped her heels off. "Thanks to you."
"Me?" He shook his head. "Tonight was all you, blossom."
"Yeah, but I wouldn't have been able to get through it without you." She argued.
"We make a great team." He quipped.
"The best." She stressed.
The two jumped when there was a knock at her door.
"You think it's Bertrand?" She whispered.
Maxwell shrugged.
She peeped out the door to see a servant with a vase filled with roses. Taking them without a word, she quickly shut and locked her bedroom door.
"Oh!" Riley buried her nose in the fragrant blooms. "How beautiful! Did you get these for me?"
Maxwell hated that he hadn't thought of doing so. "No. Wish I had."
She set it down on the table, admiring the bouquet.
"There's something wrapped around that stem towards the left." He pointed out.
Riley unfurled the paper. "It's from Liam!"
"What's it say?" He got to his feet to read it over her shoulder.
The pair both felt guilty when they read the new king's heartfelt plea to meet secretly upon his balcony.
"I have to go." Riley folded the note and slipped it into the pocket of her dress. "I have to tell him the truth."
Maxwell felt a new slash to his heart. After these past few weeks of having her to himself, he realized he was falling in love with Riley. He couldn't tell her, since she was already having to let Liam down. The last thing she needed was more stress over her complicated love life. He just hoped whoever she loved realized what they had in her.
"Madeleine placed your rooms as far apart as she could." He explained. "You're not going to be able to sneak over there with all the nobles here."
Riley eyed her window. "There's more than one way out of this room."
"We're on the third floor!" Maxwell exclaimed. "You'll get hurt or worse!"
Riley opened her window and examined her path to Liam's room.
"Riley please. When I said worse, that meant death!" Maxwell pleaded. "Don't-"
She climbed out the window, perched on the edge, and winked at him. "Promise I'll be careful."
"Riley!" He harshly whispered.
He stuck his head out to watch her precarious walk around Madeleine's home. His heart was stuck in his throat when she struggled to reach the railing to Liam's balcony. She swayed somewhat until she got a good grip.
Once he saw her climb over safely, he ran to her bathroom and emptied the contents of his stomach. Maxwell had never been more terrified than he was in thinking he could lose her if she tumbled off the wall. He hoped Liam would realize the dangerous path she took and find another route back to her room. He honestly couldn't take seeing her try to make her way along that narrow ledge again.
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"Riley!" Liam rushed to her when he heard her land behind him.
"Liam." She stopped him from embracing her. "We need to talk."
"I know." He took her hands in his. "It's just so good to see you again. I need to tell you--"
"Liam, I'm in love with someone else!" Riley blurted out, unable to hear him say anything nice to her.
The guilt was killing her that she couldn't return his love.
Liam froze. He shook his head as if to clear it.
"I'm so sorry." Riley squeezed his hands before pulling away. "But somewhere along the way I fell in love with someone else."
"Is it Tariq? Is that why he was in your room at Applewood?" Liam asked.
"No! I've never felt anything for him. His being in my room was a big misunderstanding." She explained.
"Then who-"
"He doesn't know how I feel." Riley hedged. She needed to tell Maxwell how in love she was before anyone else found out. "And unless I can clear my name, I won't be able to be with him."
Liam folded his arms and leaned against the wall. His lips that had once been in a delighted smile were now in a firm line.
"Then we must do all we can to help you clear it." He decided.
Riley's eyes burned with tears.
"You'd, you'd do that? For me? After I just..." She lowered her head in her hands while shaking with sobs.
Liam gently took her in his arms, softly shushing her apologies.
"Riley, I want you in my life in whatever capacity you allow." Liam admitted.
It hurt to say he would settle for being her friend. He hoped that perhaps she would one day return his affections as time went on. But for now, he'd do what he could to keep her, protect her, and clear her name.
The two briefly discussed what to do during the engagement tour.
"How did you get over here?" He asked.
When she pointed to the narrow ledge, he paled over the danger she'd placed herself in.
"There is a hidden set of corridors through here." He opened a panel in his room to reveal the path servants traveled in the early morning hours. "At the end of the hall there is a door that opens out into the main loft at the top of the stairs."
"Thanks Liam." She hugged him. "And not just for an easier way back to my room."
His lips curved in a sad smile as he looked at her. "No need to thank me. Goodnight, Lady Riley."
"Goodnight."
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Venice, Italy...
Bertrand and Justin were once again telling Riley how to act to continue to win over nobles.
"We're making progress." Maxwell repeated to her. "Not only with your reintroduction to society but in finding clues toward whoever is behind the pictures."
"Do you think she'll be there tonight?" Riley asked.
"It's the biggest event in town. Everyone will be there which means the press will be there in droves." He explained.
Justin wished them luck once they left the limo.
Bertrand went on inside, giving them a moment alone.
"You okay?" Maxwell asked.
"I..." She shook her head with a laugh. "Honestly, I wish we could get out of here. Go enjoy Venice at night."
Riley looked about, longing to be anywhere than on a mission.
"Cordonia is the first European country I've ever visited. Now I'm in Italy and I wish I could experience it as a tourist." She snorted softly. "An average, maxed out her credit card to get here, tourist."
Maxwell laced his fingers with hers. "You want to run away?"
Her head jerked up to look at him. "Could we?"
"Say the word, and we will use all our training to get out of here." He told her.
Riley couldn't help but giggle over the memories of their early morning runs around Ramsford.
Maxwell began to over exaggerate his stretches.
"Stop!" She burst out laughing, feeling all her tension melt away.
"Gotta get limber if we're to run." He explained with a smile, his dimples deepening over being able to make her laugh.
"You're crazy." She teased. "And I am so ready to call your bluff."
"Not bluffing." Maxwell corrected. "I promised you I'd run away whenever you needed us to." He leaned down, nose nearly touching hers. "So, m'lady? Do you need to run away?"
Riley's breath caught at his face so near her own. She could see all the different shades of blue in those ocean colored eyes of his. She could detect the light splash of cologne he preferred mixed with the cinnamon Altoids he was known to munch on whenever nervous.
She longed to lean forward the few inches and kiss him. She wondered what he would do. She assumed he would be shocked at first. Would he participate in the kiss once he got over the surprise? Would he admit he felt something for her?
Or would she walk away in embarrassment and heartache?
Maxwell realized his mistake the moment he got too close. He should have thought through his actions instead of just going with whatever he felt in the moment. Her face, the one he adored, was already hard to keep from staring at. Now he was able to see every single feature that held his attention.
Her eyes, green as the first leaves of spring, shined with warmth. The freckles that dotted along her lightly tanned skin dusted her upper cheeks and bridge of her nose. Her lips, petal pink with the bottom slightly plumper than the top one, parted as if ready to be kissed.
What would she do if he allowed himself to accidentally (on purpose) lean more forward so that his lips could brush hers? Would she gasp in delighted surprise or would she shove him away in disgust?
"There you two are!" Hana ran down the steps to embrace them, unknowingly breaking the sexual tension developing. "I was worried I would have to go in by myself."
Maxwell and Riley forced themselves back from one another. Both knew they couldn't run away now, especially with Hana so relieved to see them.
"Shall we, ladies?" Maxwell held his arms out to them.
The three got in line to be photographed.
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Riley somehow managed to get through the dinner without jumping out of her seat to confront the photographer. Maxwell sat across from her, smiling in encouragement each time her eyes met his. He was the only thing keeping her calm. She wasn't certain how she impressed both the Italian noble and Olivia, barely paying attention to what she said in response to the wine and Cordonia joining the EU. Yet somehow, she'd managed to rack up more points in improving her standing in Cordonian society.
If only it mattered in her having a chance to be with the man she wanted.
Bertrand seemed so proud of her performance. Would he still be if he knew she wanted his brother?
Riley longed to bang her head against the table. She was utterly exhausted from playing the part of a proper lady turned secret detective. She was bored hearing the small talk of the other ladies of the Court.
Then Penelope opened her mouth and asked her about Maxwell.
"What?" Riley bit out.
"Do you think Lord Maxwell would be interested in making a match with me?" Penelope repeated.
Riley glared at the model perfect woman. How dare she even think she could be with Maxwell! Didn't she listen to the rumors that he and Riley were a couple? That that was the reason they were always together now???
Riley was ready to tell her to back off. Then she caught sight of Bertrand off in a corner observing her and somehow tempered her answer.
"No offense." Riley tried to control her voice. "But you're not really his type."
"Oh." Penelope's lips formed a perfect pout made for lipstick commercials. "What is his type?"
"Someone gorgeous. Lots of fun." Riley felt her own heart drop over not being his type. "Someone who appreciates his sweet ways and how he--"
"So someone like you?" Penelope interrupted.
"Me?" Riley stared at her immediate sworn enemy. "Um..."
"Shh!" Hana softly shushed them. "Here he comes."
Maxwell bowed his head to the group. "Ladies? If you would excuse us, I need to have a word with Lady Riley."
"Of course!" Penelope beamed at him then at Riley as she followed the others across the room.
"What was that about?" He whispered.
"I'm not sure." Riley couldn't decide if Penelope was as horrible as she thought. "What's up?"
"Things are quieting down, so now would be a good time to find the photographer and do a little interrogation." He explained.
"Okay." She looked around the crowded place. "And how do we do that without drawing attention?"
"Oh, we're going to draw attention." Maxwell's grin turned mischievous. "Just the kind that doesn't let anyone know what we are really up to."
He led her to a less crowded area where a group of the press were near.
"Your call on what we should do to draw their eyes this way?"
Riley looked up at him as she considered a few options. He could always pretend to be throwing her out of House Beaumont or...
"You should propose to me."
Maxwell stilled. His eyes searched hers to see if she was messing around to only see a shuttered almost vulnerable look in the green depths.
With her hands clasped, she quickly told him he could then pretend to be confessing his love for something else, like gelato.
"Okay." He audibly swallowed.
"I'll give you the signal when I see the photographer." Riley added.
"Sounds good."
He cleared his throat loud enough for some people to glance over at them.
"Lady Riley?" Maxwell gently took her hands in his. "There's something I need to confess."
"There is?" She asked.
He nodded, completely serious at this moment. "I should have seen it happening, yet I was blind to what was standing right in front of me."
"Maxwell, what are you..." She trailed off when he swept down to one knee.
The press surrounded them, each trying to snap pictures of the romantic moment.
"I want to shout it from the rooftops." His smile bloomed. "That I love..."
Everyone waited with baited breath.
"Gelato!" He exclaimed.
Riley choked back a laugh as everyone else expressed their dismay.
As the group left them, grumbling over the lack of drama, Riley spotted the photographer.
"There she is!" She whispered, yanking him up.
The woman noticed the two and took off running.
"After her!" Maxwell nudged Riley into action.
The pair dashed out of the restaurant and down the dark streets of Venice in hot pursuit.
"I can't believe we're gaining on her!" Riley puffed, hiking the skirt of her dress higher to give her legs more freedom.
"I knew our early mornings would be worth it!" Maxwell teased.
They cornered the woman and got a credit card number of the one who paid her for the pictures. This only created more questions for them to find the answers to.
"We did it!" Riley launched herself into his arms, hugging him tight.
Maxwell stumbled back against a wall the moment her body collided with his.
They both stilled, save for their excited breaths. Their eyes met and before either could talk themselves out of it, their lips met in a desperate kiss.
Maxwell's hands slipped into her blonde hair as his lips moved over and over hers, memorizing the taste and texture of her mouth.
Riley kept her arms around his waist, gripping him as close as she could.
They broke apart to catch their breaths, hearts racing with more than just the mad dash across Venice had caused.
"Riley?" Maxwell couldn't make himself ask the question he needed an answer to.
"It's you." She breathed. "It's always been you. I fell in love with you with all the dress fittings and early morning wake up calls and--"
She moaned into the heat of his kiss. Her arms slipped around his neck as his hands drifted down her body.
"I love you." He muttered against her mouth. "So much."
Riley sank into his embrace, her leg wrapping around his hip as they kissed.
"We really need to find somewhere else to continue this." Maxwell groaned when she moved against him.
"My room." She stepped out of his arms. "On the train. Now."
He pulled her close to his side. "You're not worried someone will see and hear us?"
"I hope they do." She paused when it hit her that he might not want that to happen. "I'm sorry. I forgot that you can't be with me until my name is cleared."
"What are you talking about?" He asked, nudging her chin up.
"Bertrand said no family would allow me to be with anyone with my name associated with scandal." She reminded him.
"That doesn't matter with me." His smile gave her hope. "Don't you remember? You're a Beaumont."
Her eyes widened. "You mean..."
"It doesn't matter if we ever clear this scandal up." He pressed his lips to hers. "We can be together out in the open because we're Beaumont's. Let them try and say anything."
Tears sparkled in her eyes. They were for the first time in a very long time, tears of absolute joy.
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teamcivilian · 1 year ago
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mjfsupremacy · 1 year ago
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Zero Hour starts at 2 am for me. kms
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hollywoodcomet · 3 months ago
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Musical Monday: Grease 2 (1982)
It’s no secret that the Hollywood Comet loves musicals. In 2010, I revealed I had seen 400 movie musicals over the course of eight years. Now that number is over 600. To celebrate and share this musical love, here is my weekly feature about musicals. This week’s musical:Grease 2 (1982) – Musical #781 Studio:Paramount Pictures Director:Patricia Birch Starring:Maxwell Caulfield, Michelle Pfeiffer,…
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thewwshow · 8 months ago
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Sade Robinson 19 yr old Allegedly Murdered By Maxwell Anderson, Monday News (Live)
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justinspoliticalcorner · 2 months ago
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Hugh Dougherty at The Daily Beast:
Jeffrey Epstein described himself as Donald Trump’s “closest friend” and claimed intimate knowledge of his proclivity for sex, including cuckolding his best friends, according to recordings obtained exclusively by the Daily Beast. The convicted pedophile even boasted of his closeness to Trump and his now-wife Melania by claiming, “the first time he slept with her was on my plane,” which was dubbed the Lolita Express.
Epstein spoke at length about Trump with the author Michael Wolff in August 2017, two years before being found dead in his jail cell. Wolff was researching his bombshell bestseller Fire and Fury at the time. The recordings cast more light on Trump’s long relationship with Epstein, and will add to debate over the character of the Republican candidate, especially his attitudes and conduct toward women, just days before the election. The tapes tell Epstein’s version of the relationship between two former friends and their very different paths: One toward infamy, prison and suicide; the other toward power, the Oval Office and his own criminal conviction for paying hush money to a porn star. Trump’s camp referred to the tapes’ release as “false smears” and “election interference.” The tapes also offer unusual insight into the friendship of two wealthy, powerful men who frequently went out on the town together, prowling for women in New York and Atlantic City. [...]
Asked by Wolff, “How do you know all this?” Epstein replied, “I was Donald’s closest friend for 10 years.” Wolff shared the tape with the Daily Beast ahead of discussing it on his Fire and Fury podcast on Monday. Last Thursday he caused shockwaves by revealing a few seconds of a separate recording in which Epstein spoke in detail about the inner workings of the Trump administration. Wolff also said Thursday that the pedophile showed off photos of Trump with topless young women sitting in his lap. Wolff, a veteran journalist and author who was also the biographer of Rupert Murdoch, has long attracted praise and bromides. When Fire & Fury was published in January 2018, Trump tried to stop it with a failed cease and desist order, then threatened to sue. No case ever materialized, and it sold 5 million copies worldwide. Wolff, who appears regularly on his Fire and Fury podcast, wrote two more books on Trump after Fire and Fury, and about Epstein in 2021’s Too Famous.
Wolff says he has up to 100 hours of recordings of interviews with Epstein, including from using him as a source for Fire and Fury, and from years of meetings when the disgraced financier appeared to want Wolff to write a biography of him. Wolff said he decided to release parts of the archive after a new accuser, a former Miss Switzerland, alleged last week that Trump had groped her in 1992.
[...] Trump’s long friendship with Epstein, which spanned the late 1980s, 1990s and early 2000s has been well documented. In the 1990s, the two publicly partied at Mar-a-Lago and went to a Victoria’s Secret Angels show together. In 2002, Trump told New York Magazine of Epstein, “I’ve known Jeff for 15 years. Terrific guy. He’s a lot of fun to be with. It is even said that he likes beautiful women as much as I do, and many of them are on the younger side.” Epstein’s infamous leaked addressbooks had Trump’s own phone number as well as Melania’s, while Trump’s name appeared seven times in the passenger logs of Epstein’s planes. (The books and logs also included princes, politicians and potentates such as Bill Clinton, former British prime minister Tony Blair, former Israeli PM Ehud Barak, Prince Andrew and celebrities and billionaires including Mick Jagger and Les Wexner.)
[...] In 2022 Ghislaine Maxwell, Epstein’s former girlfriend who procured him underage girls, would be sentenced to 20 years in federal prison for the sex trafficking of minors. Upon hearing of her arrest in 2020, Trump, then president, said he wished her well. “Her friend or boyfriend was either killed or committed suicide in jail. Yeah, I wish her well… Good luck.” In 2004, Epstein and Trump fell out when they both tried to buy a Palm Beach estate, Maison de L’Amitié, out of bankruptcy. The next year, the FBI began investigating Epstein for child sex trafficking.
In 2019, on the day after Epstein’s arrest, Trump said in the Oval Office, “I was not a fan of his, that I can tell you,” and that they had not been friends for 15 years. He said it “did not much matter” what the fall-out had been over. This September, asked about Epstein by the tech podcaster Lex Fridman, Trump said: “He was a good salesman. He was a hailing, hearty type of guy. He had some nice assets that he’d throw around like islands, but a lot of big people went to that island. But fortunately, I was not one of them.”
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The Epstein tape includes an allegation—which is impossible to verify—that Trump had an affair with a politician while in the White House. Epstein offered no proof or sourcing for the claim. He also alleged that Trump cheated on both his first wife Ivana and second wife Marla Maples with “a Black girl.” At one section, Epstein used a Yiddish racial slur to refer to Black women and alleged Trump boasted to him, “I’m f---ing all these Black women.” The tape mixes sexual allegations with other aspects of Trump’s life. Early in the recording Epstein is heard to say, “You probably know he had a scalp reduction. He’s getting the same male pattern baldness that we all have. He had his scalp reduced. It’s hysterical.” Trump has long refused to release full medical records while his White House medical reports did not disclose any prior surgeries.
“He’s charming. In a devious way, he’s charming. To some extent it’s a typical tragedy where he believes his own bulls---”
— Epstein on Trump
And Epstein offers his eyewitness account of Trump Tower and Trump’s office where, he said, Trump had “fake honors” on the wall. Trump, he claimed, would yell at his personal assistant Rhona Graff, “who’s a loyal, perfect, secretary,” as well as Matthew Calamari Snr., his bodyguard, and Michael Cohen, his attorney who is now an enemy. Epstein compared Trump to “an emotionally challenged 9-year-old,” and said, “He screams and yells at Rhona more than anybody else. His screaming is how he treats people. He has a tantrum, not a temper. If you don’t understand him, it’s frightening. Once you understand him, it’s sort of silly.” Epstein also told Wolff he had positive things to say about Trump. “He’s charming. In a devious way, he’s charming,” he said. “To some extent it’s a typical tragedy where he believes his own bulls---. He has delusions of grandiosity, then he takes it on board.” He added that he had a “self-deprecating nature” and was “not vulgar.” “He’s funny,” Epstein said. “Self-awareness means you’re self-aware. He’s aware of that person, Donald Trump. He talks about The Trump, The Trumpster. ‘Trump’s getting laid.’”
On the tape Epstein, speaking in a New York accent, also mentioned the rich and powerful. (In a deposition released after his death Epstein admitted under oath that he dropped the names of people he had never met.) The names he mentioned on tape include: Former president Bill Clinton; Ivanka Trump and her husband Jared Kushner; then-Defense Secretary James Mattis; and the billionaires Carl Icahn and Tom Barrack, both of whom are friends of Trump. Clinton was a long-standing friend of Epstein but has denied any association after the pedophile’s disgrace in the mid-2000s. Mattis has no known association with him. Ivanka was photographed with him as a child but Kushner has never been known to be linked to him. Barrack appeared in a leaked appointment diary for Epstein from 2016, while Carl Icahn, a corporate raider and long-time Trump friend, was in Epstein’s 1997 address book. Startlingly for a man who became one of the world’s most notorious sex offenders, Epstein on the tapes offers a damning judgment of Trump, telling Wolff, “The moral compass just does not exist.”
The Daily Beast reported that Jeffrey Epstein was Donald Trump's closest friend for about 10 years, according to tapes obtained from the outlet that featured Michael Wolff interviewing the late pedophile.
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hi! im going to anime fest and im gonna cosplay Maxwell there, so i won't be posting anything till... monday i think? have these sketches for now, when im back im gonna show you my epic (i hope so) old grumpy man cosplay
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